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[feline_casanova]

::For once, Yohji is actually early showing up for an appointment. Granted, it's his office, and this is his investigation, but that's not why he's early. He fidgets impatiently as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. People should be arriving soon.::

((For reference, this storyline is loosely based around a rather obscure bit of Weiß Kreuz

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[feline_casanova]

::The graveyard is old and large. Yohji leads the way to an older part of the graveyard where the grass has grown high.:: This is about where I lost her.

[sweet2morrow]

Graveyards still manage to be creepy. Old graveyards are even more so. She takes out a pocket flashlight and shines it into the tall grass. There is spark like something reflecting off metal.

[feline_casanova]

::Huh. Now what's that? Yohji bends down to investigate.::

::...it seems to be a trap door. He grins.:: Nice find.

[sweet2morrow]

"Thanks. You wanna call it in, or should I?"

[sexy_sha]

::new cell phone! ...with lots of little tiny buttons and lights and shit that are kinda the same as his last one, and kinda totally different. why the hell don't these things all work the same way? ...and why the hell is there no smoking in this damn mall?!::

We need t'do anythin' else, or can we get outta here now?

[killwithmymind]

"Nope, just tha-" Nagi suddenly squeezes his eyes shut and tries to figure out what the fuck just hit him in the brain.

[sexy_sha]

Shit. Nagi! What th'fuck's... you okay? ::automatically quick-scanning the area... no obvious threats, okay...:: We need t'get out of here?

[killwithmymind]

"'Snot here. 's Yohji. Something... can't tell what. Just hurts."

Nagi yanks his phone out and dials the office. Toki had better pick up the damn phone fast.

[lone_mannequin]

After knocking Toki gives the door a bit of an odd look. Was it just his imagination, or is there something a little strange about it? ... Eh well. Whatever.

Shit, there's a lot of blood. He's trying not to think about the sort of wound that must have caused that kind of blood loss. It's not a pretty picture.

[hide_in_a_smile]

A little strange? No, no, the door is more than a little strange. Then again, so is the person who answers it. He gives the door a little pet in welcome as he turns to the man who'd knocked. He doesn't recognize him, but given the timing, it's probably the one Nagi called.

...Ah, yes, the 'hot redhead.'

Still, no reason to be stupid. "I take it you're the receptionist?"

[lone_mannequin]

Well, this is a side of Hakkai that Toki hadn't been expecting to meet. He does manage not to actually blink too much, or stare at the vines.

"I do have a name," he points out dryly. "Toki Mishiba. And I take it that you're Hakkai?"

[hide_in_a_smile]

Hakkai appreciates the gesture. He steps back out of the doorway with a small smile. A smile which, not coincidentally, shows just a hint of teeth.

"Of course you do, though that doesn't mean I knew it. A pleasure to meet you, Toki Mishiba."

((Back in the cemetary))

[sexy_sha]

::the portal drops them right next to the trapdoor. doesn't sound like anyone else is around yet. good.::

He's down there. I'll get th'body, you see what you can find up here?

[hide_in_a_smile]

This look sincerely hopes Gojyo isn't serious. "You're planning on going down on your own."

[sexy_sha]

Yeah. An' plannin' on havin' you up here, watchin' my back. What's th'problem?

[hide_in_a_smile]

"And how, exactly, am I supposed to be 'watching your back' from up here?"