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[demonicgene]

Kazuya sat cross legged in the Sensorium's recreation of the Hon-maru temple deep in meditation. The shrine in front of him remained untouched, but the scene behind him looked like a war zone. The usually large open and pristine hardwood floor was covered in large craters, and there were several holes in the ceiling where the cloudless night sky

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[toariversodeep]

Roxie isn't quite a psychic, but she has other ways of understanding the world, and the darkness inside Kazuya is like a flare to her, drawing her in from all the outside the Sensorium.

Her footsteps are soft on the wood, with the practiced stride of someone used to sneaking about.

[demonicgene]

Though meditating as he was, and facing away from the entrance even, he was acutely aware of the other presence there with him, that wasn't 'him'. "Can I help you?" he said in a low and almost patronizing tone, not moving another muscle to otherwise face her or the like.

It was convenient that the other side of him didn't wish to be outed to the crew just yet, and dialed down its intensity with Roxie's entrance.

[toariversodeep]

"I thought I heard something," Roxie says quietly, hands in two of the many pockets of her oversized denim jacket. Not that 'heard' is quite the right word. More like 'smelled' or 'felt'.

[demonicgene]

"Whatever it was you thought you heard, you would be better off ignoring it."

Kazuya could sense... something from Roxie, and knew that she had sensed his other presence as well. It was disconcerting to say the least that someone could pick up on that sort of thing so easily. This one would require some watching.