4/18/2003

12:45 AM

Logfile from Chase.

 

The Berkley Apartments - 302

Clearly, apartment 302 is a bachelor's land that knows no womanly touch. While the apartment is clean, even immaculate, it's hard to mistake the gender preferences of the decor. The main room is painted a neutral creme color with a tan border that displays many different kinds of fish around the world; On the walls, glass-windowed storage cabinets hold poles, tack and bridle for horses, nets, ropes, and any number of bestiary-related clutter, most of which can't possibly be of any use in the city. Tools hang on a cork board on the far wall, ranging from different gauges of wire to a welding torch. Contrastingly, the kitchen is decked out in warm shades of red and white, with an expansive spice set and expensive cutlery visible among the otherwise immaculate countertops. Stranger yet is the complete absence of electronics; No clock, TV, radio, or telephone grace the entire apartment, and both the table and the massive bed that sits in the bedroom seem handmade, if awkwardly so.

Namame, Inami, and Hatsui are here.

Obvious exits:

Exit

Travis shakes his head at Anana, though the kiss on the cheek takes the edge from her cheery sarcasm.  "Stubborn woman.  He thinks it's crazy, or some sort of dream, ne?"  A glance is given Inami, but all he can do is shrug.  "Running through allies? Hope you ran all the way home."  Not that she can't take care of herself, but pushing it isn't something he's fond of.  "Good shot, that. If you hit him harder, he might grow some sense."

Insanity is of course the more logical conclusion after all, not that it makes it any easier to accept. "Course I think it's crazy, you'd have to be crazy to... " His voice trails off as if caught up in some random thought or memory. "Ne'er mind, you are a loon ain'tcha? Always have been." Kenny adds that last bit as a sort of muttered afterthought. "Names? What do you mean? Ya'll named pretty weird if you ask me."

 

The key turns in the lock of the door, and Chase is making his appearance. He finally returns to whatever suits as his current home after a few late classes at the University, bag weighing heavily upon his shoulder. "Hey... is he..." Well, guess that answers his question as the 'thug' speaks.

"Well, you're right about it being crazy, but it's definitely real," Anana replies, nodding at Travis, though her remarks are addressed to Kenny. "If you prefer, I'm Anana, which is pretty much as weird as Hatsui, but I'll answer to either Hatsui or Anana, so pick which you prefer or are more comfortable with." Chase's entrance earns him a rather bright smile of greeting. "Seems that our guest is awake. What happened, anyway?" The question is a fairly general one.

 

"Yeah, nucking futs, but if you don't mind remembering everything right now, or letting ... there's the pup now."  Travis takes a moment, removes the sword from the sheath, and aims a blow toward Inami's midsection. He might be kidding, he might not, but at least he's not attempting to hit the man in the head.  "Yeah, he lives. ...for now." 

 

It's a damn good thing that instinct kicks in naturally rather than depending on Kenny's actual thoughts. "Oh shit!" A startled yelp rises out of the young man as he tries to ward off the blow and the chi barrier rises up to do the job for him in a much better place. The sudden attack raises gets his dander up and those green eyes narrow as the barrier suddenly expands to slam back back at Namame.

 

Chase shrugs his shoulder, causing the pack to fall to the ground and lean up against the wall. He smirks over at Anana, considering the last time he saw her, it was her back side fleeing away. "For as small as you are, you're awfully durn quick. And I'm sure Travis would appreciate it if you practiced actually running away more often." But now Travis is swinging his sword at Inami again. "Dammit, Travis! You're gonna give me a heart attack one of these days!" But at the flash of chi, the teenager is getting that tingle in the back of his neck. Well, Namame got him to glow again. "He's... Well, he's definitely different than John. I think it might actually be him."

 

"Namame!!" Anana yelps, caught by surprise by the movement. "Both of you, stop that. It might have been necessary, but continuing it isn't! Sanity, for once, is a good thing! As sane as we ever get, I mean... um, right. Don't make me separate you two?" Somewhat astonished to hear one of her mother's admonishments coming from her own lips, Anana shakes her head, sending a quick shaft of calm towards Namame before her attention is caught by Chase, and she pulls a face at him. So mature, really.

Travis swings, and ... hits a shield.  "Ha!" But that doesn't last long, because the nudge sends him back into the wall. Still smirking, he sheaths the sword and gives Hatsui a half apologetic look.  "Just checking! Damn.. alright, I'm calling Uruki."  And he's going to shut up and do that just now.

 

Travis begins to dial his phone.

 

<Phone> "Uruki? Namame, I think we have someone here at John's old place that you'll want to meet. Can you make it over here anytime soon? Maybe you can give us a final verdict on just who this guy is."  He's not mentioning just yet that it's Inami. Travis does like surprises once in a while.

 

<Phone> Travis glances over at Inami, half grinning again.  "Hai, Uruki, as soon as you can, ne?"  With that, he hangs up.

 

Travis hangs up his phone.

 

Chase smirks right on back over to Anana, and then makes a point of reaching around and rubbing the back of his head. You know, right where a pan hit him before. *rub-rub-rub* "Niiiiice," he drawls as Travis hits the wall. "Careful now. I don't need to pay for new walls. The smoke damage is enough."

 

Chase begins to dial his phone.

Brice answers his phone.

 

<Phone> "Hello?" It's Brice. He's home.

 

A shimmering vortex of wind begins to form in the midst of the apartment. From out of its center a form begins to emerge, finally solidying into that of Setsuna as he steps out of the wind tunnel and turns to close it and send it away once more.

 

Anana looks piqued, expression torn between humour and embarrassment and failing miserably at deciding on one or the other -- so she's blushing and trying not to laugh at the same time. "I did say I was sorry, Chase," she protests, digging the toe of one shoe into the floor and studying the way it bends. "It was what came to hand." Travis' quick conversation earns him a nod, and she waits impatiently for everyone's arrival; it'll be her first time seeing Setsuna since before the tick incident, but she's not going to get in the way of the current task. Instead, she just beams at the new arrival.

 

<Phone> Chase plucks out his cell to call up the aniki. Sure. He could have just jumped up and down a lot to get Brice to come up here, crabbing about the noise, but he'll be good this time. "Hey. Come upstairs. The door is open. Everyone's up here."

 

You hang up your phone.

 

Kenny drops the barrier moments after Namame hits the wall, groaning as he drops his arms. "Hell, what.." Yep, Mr. Coherency tonight isn't he? Blame the concussion. Turtles are supposed to be hardshelled, not hard headed! His eyes widen though as the vortex forms, making him sit up in startlement. A move he instantly regrets as his head swims. "...Uruki." Ooh, was that a mental jumpstart there?

 

Hikitsu walks into the apartment.

 

"Well, at least he remembers someone right off."  Travis is still in sarcasm mode.. oh, wait. That's normal.  "You needed to be hit over the head, Tomite. She just beat the rest of us to it, that's all. Damned pup."  He either likes the reaction that gets from Chase, or he really does believe that the boy is, indeed, a pup. 

 

Brice would not crab about the noise. He'd just whack Chase in the head again, but that's a common enough occurence anyway. In any case, he hung up the phone with a glare since Chase didn't give him any time to respond, and came up the stairs to see everyone (and chew out the otouto of course). He pounds on the door in his typical dealing-with-Chase fashion. "Chase? Anana? Open up!" He's not yelling, but he's definitely loud enough to be heard through the door.

 

Chase rolls his eyes at Anana, "You still run like a girl though." Because, well... he can say that. "And I /so/ didn't need to be hit over the head like the thug. I was going to..." But then Brice is yelling, and he mutters, "I could have swore I told him the door was opened." Voice raises, "Forgot how to turn a doorknob, aniki?" He moves to the door to open it for him, dark eyebrows lifted in question.

 

Setsuna glances around the room, gaze immediately going to the one who says his name. He blinks, then blinks again, as a small lock holding back memories is opened at last. Enough at least, to make the other seishi say back, "Inami?" Oh! The real Inami! Namame's mention of a remembering captures Setsuna's attention at that point, "You mean he doesn't know or doesn't fully remember?"

 

Anana just rolls her eyes in reply to Chase. "I /am/ a girl." She looks down at herself, frowning, then shakes her head. So not commenting on appearances, nope. "Brice!" Lookit, happy Hatsui; she gets to see everyone again, when no-one seems to be hurt. "Look!" She nods towards Kenny, a laugh escaping her before she sobers again, letting Travis answer Setsuna's questions.

 

Kenny has a bad bad headache, but it's mostly Namame's fault there. "You... Uruki.. awh hell. There's no chance that I'm still asleep is there?" He has a hand over the back of his head, wincing as he leans back against the couch, still dressed in a tattered dirty prison jumpsuit with a bandage - field dressing around his left arm. Eyeing the other new comer in the doorway he squints as he fights down dizziness. "Aren'tcha supposed to have a patch or something?"

 

Travis wrinkles his nose at Anana as she laughs.  "Ha, ha. Yeah."  He reaches out to take the girl's hand, though, despite her laughter, and shrugs at Setsuna.  "Yeah, it's him. Damned coward tried to get away from us, but I hit him over the head."  With his sword, but he's not going there. No telling on himself.  "He's either afraid to remember or.. Guess that hit to the head knocked something loose after all."

 

Brice gives Chase a classic deadpan look, deciding to save the skull-whack for a later time - stuff to do now after all! "I was making sure you hadn't gone deaf because of the frying pan to the head. You didn't give me a chance to answer on the phone, otouto. What's going on?" Brice steps inside, nodding to all, automatically going to give Anana a one-armed hug - and then pauses at Kenny's question, giving him a look that is, for him, weird. "I have one, see?" He pushes back his hair to clearly reveal his eyepatch, giving the new arrival a good look-over. And then... "What the hell..." Stare, two, three. "I...nami?"

 

Chase responds to Anana's words with a bright grin, "Exactly my point." But we'll just leave it at that. He flickers a glance to Travis, adding as well, "Yeah, and that was right before he put a knife to my throat and demanded to have my clothes. But I won't take that personal or anything. I'm sure it happens all the time when seishi are escaped convicts and everything." He rolls his eyes, and then hurtles over the back of one of the seat to plop into it. He glances back to Brice, smiling faintly, "It's not being deaf. It is selective hearing." He practices it often.

 

"Why is it that we seem to greet our new members by hitting them over the head?" wonders Setsuna, shaking his head and smiling. "It's a good thing the majority of us have hard heads otherwise, we'd have some serious problems. Of course, I was kinda hoping that the smack Tomite's brain would help sort things out up there." He gives Chase a wink, then pauses, eyes growing distant. Brain to brain call coming in. "Anou, I hate to arrive and then flee, but Suki is asking for me. Namame, are you going to stay with him then? You and the others? Just in case? I mean, look at what he's wearing. That doesn't forbode well. Anana? Mind coming home with me?"

 

Anana's hand is caught easily enough after she gives Brice a hug in return, a chuckle escaping her. "What's that face for, Namame? I'm just happy to see everyone, that's all." Kenny, too, gets a smile, though it's a bit more sympathetic than the mischief that the others get at this point. Her own memories are still rather fuzzy yet of Inami. "Dreams can be a lot worse than being awake, Inami. I don't want to mess around with your head-" That's one thing that's clear in her memory. "-but it's dangerous if you don't remember now, especially with all that's been happening." Setsuna's questions draw an amused grin. "I never hit you or Darren over the head," she protests teasingly, then nods, giving Travis a quick kiss before she slips her hand out of his, reaching for Setsuna's instead. "I wanted to talk to 'Suki about something, and if he'll help me, things may be easier." Nestling her hand in Setsuna's, she gives him a warm smile. "I'm glad to see you're all right, 'Suna. Looks like we've got to go, everyone."

 

Travis sits back against the wall again, leaning the sword against his shoulder.  "I get to babysit this one? ..I should let Tomite do the honors, he's good at that sort of thing."  Chase is given a rather wry look, but he shrugs.  "Hai, I'll keep an eye on the trouble, but don't let that stubborn woman talk you into letting her do something foolish." 

 

Uruki has opened a portal to The Dakota - Penthouse Suite

Uruki has entered the portal.

Uruki has closed the portal.

 

 

Kenny eyes the guys left here to watch over him, eyeing them back a little warily. "Yer not gonna hit me again are you?" he grumbles, feeling rather out of sorts still. "Don't suppose /someone/ can get me a change of clothes? And a shower?" He sniffs and makes a face. "Faugh, that's the last time I try to swim the Bowerie Bay."

 

"I'll take that as a yes." Brice nods and waves at the departing two, sighing at Namame and Tomite but not at all surprised, and looking back at Kenny with a studying look. "So, what's your name this time? I'm Brice Kent by the way, I live downstairs." Right underneath them actually, make things convenient sometimes. "And how tall are you? I might have some stuff that'll fit you..." Yeah, the prison jumper has got to go. Ask about that later, Kent...

 

Chase blinks after Setsuna, "I really don't need any sense knocked into me. I'm perfectly fine as is without having my brains rattled by a frying pan." And if he had a dime for every time someone mentioned knocking sense into him... he'd be a rich boy. He waves after both Anana and Suna, but is peering back to Travis, "Only when I'm passed out against a door." His gaze flickers back over to Kenny, considering for a moment. "I might have something he could fit into. If it is baggy enough. All of John's stuff is too big. But maybe Brice has something downstairs that'll fit you better." He is pushing back up from the chair though, moving over and into one of the bedrooms.

 

"Nah, not unless you do something stupid," Travis answers, patting his sword hilt again. "Tch, it better be the last time you get yourself tossed into prison. What the hell were you doing getting /caught/ in the first damned place?" His gaze goes to Tomite for a moment and he smirks.  "Tch, you need to have something knocked loose or knocked out.. maybe it'd knock out some of that idiocy."  He'll drop that for now.  "You do need something else, but I'd have to go get my things from Nicholas' place, and I don't know if that stubborn woman put things away on me."  She has this bad habit...

 

Kenny appears to just want to humor people at the moment, probably because his head hurts so much. "This time around? Oh never mind.. I'm Kenkichi Sakurai. Awh hell, just call me Kenny." He sits up a little more as some of the dizziness dies down and he can actually consider looking around more without the possibility of accidentally puking. "Er, I'm about 5'10"." he says distractedly, then asking Chase, "Who's John?" Now there's a loaded question. A glare directed at Namame seems almost like old times as he growls out. "I crashed the damn get away car, stupid rush hour traffic. Dammit.." He rubs his head again. "Can't even think why I was stupid enough to do all that in the first place now." The terrible rage and irrationality that so ruined his youth seem so.. out of place to him now.

 

Brice shuts his mouth as he's about to say something, giving Travis a glance that definitely asks 'Does he not remember?' - and then goes on because it's obvious he doesn't. "I'm surprised you could get anywhere in rush hour traffic here /without/ crashing your car. You're a little shorter, but you could probably fit in my stuff - Give me a minute." And Brice disappears out the door, closing it so any nosey neighbors will have a deterrent, and heads downstairs to raid his closet.

 

Chase returns a little later, with a pair of sweets draped over his arm and tossed towards Kenny. The pants will will more than likely be a little small on the other guy though. "It's something" Flickering a glance to Travis, he rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. Getting pretty pointless anymore to even argue. So, the teenager slumps back into the chair again, one leg draping over the arm of it. "Kenny? So, how'd you end up in jail to begin with? You mentioned a car chase last night. I want all the details." He could use some pointers next time he decides to go out and steal a car. But then Brice is scooting off to close Kenny instead, "His stuff would probably fit better anyway."

 

Travis shrugs at Brice, though the look he gives Kenny is pure humor.  "Got your ass caught is what you did, and John is the man that was your imposter. Don't worry, he's not a problem anymore."  The crashing of the getaway car is given a laugh as he shakes his head.  "The Yin, but we'll explain that once you've got your head straight." That is /so/ strange coming from this particular seishi. "Tch, in prison." 

 

Kenny has not been able to recall /anything/ of his past life till about a few days again, coincidentally or perhaps not in conjunction with the death of John. "Hey, I made it all the way out to Long Island before they cornered me." he says slightly miffed as the conversation takes on a nearly surreal quality. Ever try to take a car over the 59th St. Bridge in rush hour? It's amazing he didn't end up in the river instead. He eyes Chase and his curiousity with a raised brow. "Details? Feh. I was..." Being incredible irrational. "Out on a lark. Jacked a car, the cops chased, busted a few heads, you know. It's not important is it?" Assaulted a police officer, resisted arrest... that gets you many many years in jail. Glancing at Travis again, he frowns. "The who? Er.. yeah, prison. Hey, Riker's is no cakewalk ya know." Good thing he's not a pretty boy. >.>; "Figures it was the only time they'd ever caught me." Mmm..maybe he shouldn't have said that.

 

Brice comes back, two old but decent pairs of jeans, two nondescript t-shirts, and a couple pairs of socks draped over one arm (all of it clean), shaking his head at the irony of the situation. "I could so get fired for this..." Hell Brice, get over it - you're gonna need to when dealing with an escaped convict for a seishi buddy. Just don't let it slip around the boss. "Try these on - might be a bit loose, but that's better than tight." He folds the clothes into a roll and drops them in Kenny's lap, stepping back to stand somewhat in proximity to Chase, studying the situation again. "The only time they ever caught you?" Brice heard that as he opened the door. "How many times have you done stuff that could get you thrown in jail?" Good lord, he may have to bail him out repeatedly if he's still doing it O.o

 

"This was his place. I've... sort of been living here with him," Chase adds. Granted, he's probably only slept here a handful to times, and not at all since John's death. Helps when you've got an aniki's couch to crash on downstairs and.. well... a certain miko before that. The teenagers eyes light up at Kenny's words. Oooooh. These sound like fun stories to learn about in the future. Now /this/ is a role model. He is quickly adding, "You know, you can stay here now. Take John's room. Just don't mind the mess." He sorta trashed it looking for clues the other day. "And if you need a new ID, I know a guy downtown that makes really good ones. I can set you up."

 

Travis nearly facepalms.  "You did /WHAT/?! ....and they call me the psycho, I swear I wonder about that judgment.."   He's having such a good day, really, and Tomite's expression?  "Saa.. Inami, you better not tell Tomite these things. He's a pup that hooks onto the leg of anything that might get his ass into trouble. He thinks it's exciting, but he doesn't have the sense to think that he's going to get his ass killed and not be around to protect his miko. I'm even starting to feel sorry for Hikitsu... and don't take that to heart, because I still hate you," is said to the patch wearing seishi.  "New ID.. Just you keep your ass out of trouble this time, ne? I've got enough on my hands with that stubborn woman. I don't need to add bailing you out to it."

 

Kenny takes the clothing with thanks, probably just dying to get out of the prison issue jumper. "Get fired for what?" He asks, not really thinking about the question as he eyeballs the bathroom. Still there's something about Brice's inquiry that gets his paranoia up. "What, I don't keep count how many times I've done stuff. Just happens." Right. "Does it matter? What you some sort of cop or something?" XD The light in Chase's eyes makes him just a little uneasy, but he grins back at him. "Pish, I know a few guys who'll do the same, but needs hard cash up front ya know. Funny thing about jail is that ya don't exactly get to keep creds on hand." Travis's outburst gains him such a look from Inami as he starts to get up off the couch, a hand keeping hold of it as if he weren't sure whether his head'll start spinning again. "Look, I said I hadn't done anything..quite that notable till then. Just a lot of fights and shit ya know?" No arrests at least?

 

"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!" It's The Voice again. Run Chase, run! "NO MORE STEALING CARS! I still have to beat you to a pulp for that anyway, don't make it worse! Trav, you still up for holding him? And don't worry, I hate you too." It's just the way things are. Seishi brothery luv abounds in this group, don't it? Brice shakes his head, folding his arms and giving a characteristic sigh-groan. "You won't be bailing him out, anyway. I will. I'll be escorting him to the damn cell and filling out the paperwork more likely than not. Hellllllll..." He sigh-groans again, pushes his hair out of his face, and nods. "I'm being hired in the NYPD, I'll be Lee's partner - Lee Pelham, another one of us, sorry. Detectives investigating all the freaked-out shit that's been going on, but detectives still make arrests. So see, I could get fired before I'm really hired, and yet I'm doing this anyway. Fate loves screwing with me. Nice to meet you, though, and please try not to make me have to arrest you." It's the last thing he wants, of course - damn you fate, damn you! "Anyway, where're you from before this?" Maybe not the most auspicious of meetings, but at least things are out in the open?

 

Chase blinks over to Travis, and then promptly slumps back in the chair, managing to sink into it deeper, and deeper, and deeper. So, instead of protesting the argument, he mutters, "You two need to try to kiss and make up again." Slump further. Cling to chair. And now Brice is digging into him, and he really isn't all that surprised. "It is a useful talent now. You never know when we might need to get away in a hurry and there isn't anyone to portal nearby. Trust me on this. You'll be thanking me in a pinch." But then he is straightening, looking back at Brice, "Yeah, I heard about this from /Mina/. Lee's partner. How do you think that's going to go?"

 

Travis shakes his head, giving Tomite a look that just screams that he thinks the boy is being irresponsible.  "How many times.. This is bad. We're going to have to do a lot to make sure you don't get picked up again, because it's damned hard to disguise a finger print. Hikitsu is given a nod.  "Hai, I'll hold him. You get him first, and if that don't work, I get him."  But he's done with that, because there are other things to consider, like trying to smack Tomite in the knee with his sword for his remark. "It was to get Hatsui to laugh, pup, and before you start talking about kissing and making up, you better stop to think who you've been trying to kiss and make up with. ...and Hikitsu is working with the hentai. Smack him in the back of the head when you get the chance, ne? Inami? You don't just go out to get yourself into trouble for no good reason, so why do it in this lifetime?" 

 

That whole oh hell feeling waves over Inami as he turns and stares at Brice. "You /are/ a cop?! Kisama!" He swears and nearly flops back onto the couch as he tries to get his head around the idea that the guy isn't gonna haul him back to jail right off the bat. "Erm... before Riker's Island you mean? Hell, I was living on the upper east side." He shrugs a bit. "Till my parents threw me out anyway. We never got along anyway... Wait, did you say Pelham?" A hand goes up to his forehead this time. "Oh figures." Guess who was one of the arresting officers that one time. At least it's not the guy he assaulted? Blinking as he looks back at Namame again, he frowns a little. "Huh? What do you mean? I've.. always had a temper problem." Which is so not like Inami from the past who was cool as a cucumber under pressure and at worse just a prankster.

 

"Chase, you mention that one more time and I'm pounding you /here/ and /now/, got it? And I'll freeze your feet to the floor so fast you won't even be able to breathe straight much less get away." Brice does kinda have the upper hand on Chase in the using-the-powers-to-immobilize-people department. Just ask Namame. "And thank you Trav, hit him as much as you want. I'll try and keep Lee in line - Cat thinks I have a chance, at least. Yes, I am a cop, or will be, but I'm /not/ turning you in." Gee, can we say 'social anathema'? "I flatly refuse to turn in a fellow seishi unless I know the whole story." Actually, Brice is pretty impressed that he got out. It's one of those '*blink* Well done' things; Rikers isn't that stingy on security. "And a lot of times not even then, as it'll probably involve oni anyway, and it'd just be more satisfying to put them in prison." Brice glances at his watch and groans. "But I've gotta go - Kenny, change or stay here 'til we can get you some other clothing, Chase, you can raid the fridge if you want to feed yourselves in case there's nothing here, and Trav... I really hate to ask this, but try to keep him in line?" And, leaving it deliberately unclear as to which 'him' is in question, Brice nods, turns, and walks out the door - probably going to go bang his head against a wall and curse fate at the top of his lungs. If they're lucky they'll hear him through the floor.

 

Chase is already dragging his legs up and away. Poor, abused furniture. Not going to last long among seishi. He waits until Brice is gone, giving the man a farewell wave and something of a nod in understanding. Once the door is closed, he speaks, "It's like I'm the Genbu whipping boy or something. And here you people blame me for going and getting involved with a Yin -who isn't a Yin anymore according to Mina. She told me they had forsaken her." Now if he could only find the woman. "Yeah, all we've got up here are some cookies, I think. Not much in the fridge, but they've sometimes got stuff downstairs." Can you tell that Chase just eats at everyone else's place.

 

"Saa.. Inami? You getting into trouble like that? You never had a temper problem before, maybe a few pranks here and there, but nothing like getting your ass thrown into prison. You .. aw hells, if the Yin were hiding you, they had to hide your memories, ne?"  Travis /can/ connect the dots, even if he couldn't connect the hit to Tomite's knee.  "Hai, Hikitsu, I'll do that."   Doesn't matter which he meant, he wasn't specific.  "Tch, whipping boy. You must like the spanking, because you keep going back for more. Doesn't matter if she's theirs or not anymore. It's not that she was Yin, you idiot, it was that she got you out to /steal cars for fun/. Tch, let me tell Ash about this, she can chide you or smack you with the skateboard. You'll make Takiko proud, Tomite, no doubt about it. And if you're hungry, I'll order something. Can't raid my fridge, damned oni burned my place out before I killed him."

 

Kenny's escape from Riker's would probably look like a scene out of some early Jet Li movie. "Thanks man." he says to Hikitsu sincerely if a little confused. Starting to head to the bathroom, he just shakes his head gingerly. "I'd kill for a pizza. Uh, not literally in case ya'll were wondering. After the slop I've been eating for the last year, anything'll be great." Travis is stared at again, get the feeling he'll do that alot? "You're gonna have to explain this Yin thing.." At least he's sort of accepted being called Inami. Either that or he's just shell shocked and too numb to argue this time. Disappearing into the bathroom, the water can be heard running and it doesn't take him too long. Longer than he'd do it in prison though. Teaches ya to get your ass covered again real fast. ;) Emerging afterwards in borrowed clothing, Inami looks a damn sight better, still a little rough around the edges, but not so strung out or.. thuggish.

 

Chase finds it wise to refrain from mentioning the other suggestions about what they were going to do that evening. If they think stealing cars is bad... But he is immediately ducking his head as soon as Ash is mentioned. "You /really/ don't have to get her involved, you know. Get off my case." He'd just assume that Takiko stay blissfully ignorant about all of this stuff. Travis is eyed again, with something of a smirk, until he glances after where Kenny has gone.

 

Travis pulls out his phone to order, stowing it away once that's done.  "Hai, we'll explain it, but we have to work things out for you first. We have trouble, and four other gods on the other side with their own warriors, oni, who want to summon with their miko and bind our gods away."  Chase is given a shake of his head.  "Saa.. you wet behind the ears pup, you honestly think she'd want you out there doing that? Our miko's tough, and she's smart, but she can't do this on her own. She needs seishi, not kids running around looking for a thrill and doing anything to get it. You keep it up and you're damned right I'm going to tell her, Tomite, and you're making Hatsui worry, too."  

 

Kenny just listens with a sort of frazzled expression but seems to mull it over rather than just going with the 'they are all nuts not just Travis' routine. Toweling off his long hair, he feels a heck of a lot better though the gunshot wound probably does need to be rewrapped. "Okay, eight gods, oni..demons? Binding gods. Sure.." @_@ "It'll make more sense in the morning I hope." The convict looks over at Tomite and actually sides with Namame. "Cheap thrills earned me 10 years at Riker's dude. I don't honestly recommend it. You want a wild time, there are other ways to get it without involving the cops." Not as many, but there are things.

 

"Hey, that's enough of the guilt-trip already," Chase grumbles, flickering a look to Travis. "I get the picture. Maybe if I had a chance to mess around with oni too, instead of getting whacked on the head with pans..." He trails off though, simply letting conclusions to be drawn about where he was going with that one. He glances over as Kenny rejoins them, adding, "You'll figure it all out eventually. Took me a little bit too. Anana's pretty good at explaining it all." And then comes the scowl at now being advised by Inami.

 

Gang up on Tomite! Travis is very glad to have Inami back, indeed.  "Tch, it don't make sense even now. The enemy's the enemy, but we can't go hunting them down, so we have to wait."  The first aid kit is dug back out again and he gestures toward the arm.  "Look, we'll sort it out once you've had something to eat, ne? Something's gotta get that brain of yours moving again. Tomite? It's not a guilt trip if it's all true. You want to go out after oni? Great, go, but ask Hatsui what kind of shape I came back in, ne? These things aren't like those Kutouese bastards we killed during the war. They're powerful, and this one wielded fire, or hadn't you noticed the smoke damage?"

 

Kenny might not remember a whole heck of a lot, but there's something oddly familiar and in a way reassuring when he settles down by Namame to let him bind the wound. "Yeah, okay. I think.. well I think this is nuts, but somehow it sounds..right." He sighs, shaking his head though wincing a little at the motion, his head hurts still after all. "Don't hit so hard next time, eh? It's Tomite who's got the thick skull." That might even sound familiar to them too. "Hmm, going out after guys who can..wield fire? Shit, at least don't go alone."

 

And is it any wonder he started seeing Lexie? At least she didn't ride him all the time like... never mind. "Been there. Don't that, Travis. Or did you forget what I looked like when I brought you home with me? It isn't a good fight unless you get a little scruffed up." Chase flickers a glance to Travis, smiling faintly. "Hey now, don't give him licence to smack me with his sword next time around." He is pushing up to stand though, stretching as he does so. "You can take the other room though. Feel free to, Kenny. Might as well. And its... good to have you with us." He looks at Kenny for a long moment, frowning just the slightest in consideration, but in the next moment his proverbial crooked smile returns. "Don't keep Travis up too late. He needs his beauty sleep, or he'll really be a grouch in the mornings." Even more so, that is. And then the boy starts for one of the bedrooms.

 

Travis finishes binding the wound as the pizza arrives, and he pays for that before shaking his head at both of them.  "I've told Uruki this, and Hikitsu and I even agreed on it.  ..and at least I had someone with me, Tomite. You got your ass kicked on your own. Tch, grouch, you act like sleep's gonna make me tell you you're doing alright. You gonna stay here, then? No running off until we get things figured out?" 

 

Kenny says nothing cuz he's attacking the pizza like a starving man just out of the slammer... No need to explain that one right? "Didn't expect..all the help. Thanks. And sorry about trying to mug you for clothes." He wasn't trying to mug anyone for money at least? After this though, he's probably gonna nose around that other bedroom and wonder who the heck this John was all about before taking another long nap.