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Emi Hoshino	Emi burst out into a neon-drenched, rain-soaked Tokyo street pulsed with impossible colors. Towering skyscrapers climbed high into a starless sky. Gigantic screens flashed images of idol singers with too-wide smiles and cartoon mascots winking between waves of kanji that rearranged themselves mid-sentence. The streets below were alive---crowds of faceless figures walked in looping patterns, murmuring words and going through the motions, the fading after-images of thoughts and memories left behind by their dreamers when they woke. She looked to either side of her, searching the street but the crowd was too swamping to see much of anything, which meant her prey was as good as gone. An hour ago, she had been residing in the borderlands of a dream belonging to a boy named Renji. She had seen that he was touched by the darkness of Nightmare and while she did not have the time or a way into forging a sympathetic connection, it was enough that she could identify his dream and fix herself within its border which clearly represented something that scared him, endless dimly lit city-streets as his border bled into the dreamscape proper. She had been right about the darkness, as she caught subtle movement from shadow to shadow, a formless and shapeless hungry shadow that devoured the light itself as it passed by. Street lights popped. Porchlights flickered and died. She engaged it in a quick, if brutal, swirling battle of gossamer webs and cunning, oily darkness and claws and she gave far more than she got, even as she wound up bloodied by a wound to her side where the Light-Hunger had struck her leaving only numbness and ice in the wake of its touch. She'd worry about the extent of the injury when she woke up. Another wound to add to the collection and gave chase back into the local dreamscape... But she'd lost it. "Damn it," says Emi, "*Damn *it" And then ... she woke up. A knock at her door. A bedraggled, tired looking Emi opens the door and peeks out, blood slowly running down her side an dripping to the floor. "Yeah?" she asks, staring. Maybe she woke up on the wrong side of the bed?
Entrapta	On the other side of the door is a moment in time, one far different from the worldscape Emi had just come from. School, that much is to be expected, even if it is a harsh abrupt change. But the dangly purple hair on each side of the girl waiting would have come right out of someone's dream. And she's reading a paper. "I am here to ask for someone named, I think this says Emo? His handwriting is atrocious. What's this all, something about being really hard, I have no idea what this part is about." This is not beginning well, it would be entirely within Emi's right to shut the door in the girl's face, but she continues reading without even looking up from her papers. "I have been doing interviews...with a variety of people, what is that odd smell?" Okay, NOW the door should be shut in her face. "Are you the Oneiric Guardian? I'm supposed to meet with her, and learn about dreamscapes." Out in the open. With people walking past. Someone could hear her! Gah! And the girl finally looks up, shuffling her paperwork. "It's a new magical reference point, and I'm ...there's work." How to respond to that? And Emo hasn't even had time to wake up properly!
Emi Hoshino	Emi is in fact about to shut the door in her face with a flash of annoyance. Emo, indeed! ... but then she starts being a bit loud about things she doesn't want anyone to be loud in and she finds herself promptly grabbed, yanked inside, and the door shut behind her. "NOT SO LOUD," she hisses, loudly. Because of course she does.
Entrapta	"Gack!" the purple haired girl says in response. She's very eloquent. Then she's inside, in the room. The ROOM. She doesn't even look around, pausing to pick up a dropped sheet of paper. Things like that happen when you get yoinked. "How loud should I be? I'm very bad at social cues, according to my friends. But that's not really important for the data." She adjusts her shirt, mostly because it's riding up, and then looks at Emi herself. "Am I in the right location? I normally start with other questions for these interviews but then, people generally come to me and then I already know where I am." She scritches the back of her own head a moment. "I'm here for magical research, your group hasn't been given the chance to interview yet. If it is your group. Am I talking too much? Your eyes are different colours. Fascinating."
Emi Hoshino	Wheels turn and click. Honestly, it isn't that hard to get a sense of the person in front of her with even this limited sample of her. She stands there, blood slowly staining her nightgown before she winces and grabs at her side, as if she's finally actually had the opportunity to take stock of her injury. "Ow," she grimaces, sitting down on her bed. "So Mamoru sent you?" she finally says, softly, "I don't have a group." Those mismatched eyes cross for a moment before she adds, "and boy that sure is a LOT of hair." It is after all a more obvoous feature.
Entrapta	And yet, the eyes are noticed before the wound. Shows where the priorities lie. "You're bleeding. I have a basic medical knowledge, but have not yet spent much time on higher level medical technology. Here," the purplette says as she watches. She holds out what appears to be a tylenol, she's kept in her pocket. "Standard medical technology level for the time and place." Which leads one to the idea that there might be other medical technology levels? What? "Also, you're the only one of your type? That's great, that means this should be a fairly simple process. Do you need some form of bandaging? Ooh, does your magic cause you to be damaged? That's got to be unique, I've never encountered a type of magic that interacts in that way with the user. But I might be making assumptions, I should let you explain." She stops, staring at Emi. The sudden silence is deafening. "Oh, right! Sorry. List, right, list. Who are you and what are you called?" She's clearly reading that, it sounds slightly monotone.
Emi Hoshino	Emi Hoshino looks at her. She just carries paracetamol around with her? Still, a painkiller is a painkiller and if Mamoru trusts this person to come visit her, she should at least try to, right? Then again, Emi doesn't fully trust anyone at all and some of the things this girl is saying are ... confusing to say the least. "It's okay. I heal quick. A little rest and I'll be right as rain." Really, it takes longer than that, she's just bluffing. Mamoru is going to kill her if he finds out. "Just need to get some bandaging." She raises her gown to inspect the wound, three long scratches along her torso just beneath her ribcage on her right, wrapping around to her side and bending down towards her hip. It hurts, but she's had wrose. ".. Hoshino Emi," she offers, quietly, after a moment. "And you're right. I'm an 'Oneiric Guardian'. It means I -- like -- fight shit in dreams, and yes, there is a dreamscape." Her voice is a little pained, straining an already lower registered, smokier voice jut a little further.
Entrapta	"Faaaast healing, okay, good to know." She writes that down, pulling a pencil from her mass of hair. She could hide a car in there. Small car. Maybe a convertible. Not really. It's a metaphor. "Bring bandaging when meeting, possible blood cleanup kit." Yes, she's writing down everything. She looks up. "Well, you can rest. I just need to ask some questions. Those don't tend to be overly heavy on exertion levels. Unless you decided to say yes to ...I'm getting ahead of myself." She looks down. "No wait, that's actually next. You can fight excrement in dreams, that doesn't sound super useful and isn't remotely what was on my callout sheet...I'm going to work on the assumption that there's more to it than that." Not even stopping to breathe. "Can I see it? The magic? I'd love to see some of your magic, and that would be incredible for the records. And it's almost a necessity if you want to be linked to the comms system eventually, I can't tell what to set it to if I haven't got an idea of what wavelengths you work on." Comms system?
Emi Hoshino	Emi Hoshino stares at her for a moment. Welp. She gets it for sure, now. She closes her eyes for a moment, then takes a deep breath. "Let's rewind a moment." A deep breath. "All you know is on the note that Mamoru left at that ... secret HQ thing, I guess. So. I'm a Guardian. I protect people from Nightmares with a capital N, like the library monster mentioned on that note. Typically, they don't make it into the physical space. Most of what I do is when I'm dreaming myself into the dream-realm, which actually exists, yes." She closes her eyes a moment, composing herself further. She slides off the bed, gets on her hands and knees, and pulls a first aid kit from under it. It looks a bit emptier than it should. Disinfectant. Gauze. Tape. All used with some awkward maneuvering. "It's dangerous, as you can see. I got this just now," She points at the wound, which was already obvious, but she's making sure to emphasize it. Honestly, she should probably worry more about Hinoiri killing her right now if she overhears any of this, given that she lives next door. "I can't do any magic *here*," she tells her. "I'd... need you to go to sleep and dream and *then* I guess I could show you. I'm not really opposed to that, I guess." A brief conflict plays across her face, subtle discomfort, and distrust waging a battle with the joy of sharing something secret with another.
Entrapta	The 'other girl', not sure what else to call her since she never remembers to give her name, watches and listens. She's focused on this task, but one gets the impression that if it wasn't on task, she'd be lost in never-never land herself. Dreams. Something Emi can probably relate to. "I have no doubt that it's real. You have to basically break the laws of nature to do that, and that's only just doubt. Heck, you should see that...other group. With the ..drivers? Not important right now." Leaning down, she quickly sketches the wound. Clinical much? "4.75 cm in length, relatively clean. Simple laceration, not ulcerated or visibly infected. Why can't you do magic here? I thought that this was your location for magic." Also very literal. "Oh. Well, if necessary we can reschedule for when sleep has come. I have been told that having me stare at someone makes it hard to really relax." She pauses, then holds up a finger. "Before we do though, can I toss a few more questions? I was hoping to get a basic history of your situation. What happened to you?" Finally she looks up into Emi's eyes, making some kind of connection. She's not concerned, just weirdly curious.
Emi Hoshino	"It's really hard to bring, like ... dream stuff over here from there. I get a bunch of power over there, though, and I didn't even know there were other kinds of magic -- though I'd assumed it was possible -- until I met... well... you saw the note, I guess." She looks down towards her wound again before letting her blood stained gown into place. "Eh, you're good," she tells her, hardly minding. Not like she hasn't been stared at plenty before, between her eyes and the whole 'convicted juvenile delinquent' thing. "I guess..." But before she can say anything else, there's another voice interrupting the proceedings. It's high pitched and adorable and its... its also coming from further up the bed, as a palm-sized, multicolored spider crawls out frm under the blankets, pedipals twitching as it stares at Entrapta. This must be KenKen. "Hi," squeaks KenKen, its voice high pitched and ... cute. Very cute. "People are calling me a mascot but Emi just calls me KenKen. I help guide her through the dream world! She wouldn't get anywhere without me." R Emi rolls her eyes.
Entrapta	Entrapta's eyes look to the right, toward the head of the talking bed. She looks back at Emi on a just in case basis, to ensure that she isn't making the situation at hand occur, then steps closer to El Spider Conversatio. Which is very bad spanish. "Hello," she says, without an eye-bat or a twitch. "Can you tell me what happened to Emi? I'm currently at the point of the interview where I try to get a history and if my experience is accurate, she avoids answering until I get a couple of details out of her largely by accident." Well, that was...subtle. But she's treating KenKen like a living thinking being, which is not a massive arachnophobic freakout. "But I could definitely skip to the point where we discuss tools and mascots. Tell me about yourself, perhaps?" Also it seems that Entrapta is getting a teensy bit salty about mahou not wanting to talk. Which is not remotely Emi's fault.
Emi Hoshino	"She's a sweet, shy girl who doesn't open up easily to others with--" Emi makes multiple scoffing sounds and interrupts, "I'm RIGHT HERE," she informs KenKen. "Emi fights nightmares in the other realm. By the way, what's your name? Emi hasn't asked you yet but I'd like to know!" That's right. Emi *hadn't* asked her name. She looks a little crestfallen at her own rudeness. So impolite. "But the truth is that neither I nor Emi know a lot. We have met no others of our kind and while we've intuited a great deal from experience, it has been ... a learning process. A slow one." "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, KENKEN," says Emi in an incrasingly aggrieved pitch. ""Emi can perceive if people need our help in the real world. At night, she can travel to their dreams, and help them. Often, though not always, it means facing off with a manifestation of darkness that we call Nightmares. Often times, they take the form of something linked to someone's fears. They can be other things. Sometimes, however, they are wholly independent beings that emerge from the dreamscape from where ideas, thoughts, and energy collide. Sometimes it produces beauty. Other times it produces terror. We fight those things too. Typically, what happens in the dream stays in the dream. However, as you can see, that is not always so." It lifts a leg and points towards Emi's injury. "It's fine," utters Emi. KenKen completely ignores her before continuing, "My additional role is to consume that energy, and by consuming it, release it to return back into the dreamrealm free of the darkness it once held within it."
Entrapta	"Huh." There's a pause, and then the purple haired researcher makes a note in her paperwork. Then she looks at KenKen. "You're actually the first one to ask. Nobody ever shows much interest in me. I'm Enissa, or Entrapta. Either works." There's a loneliness there, and yes, it's partially born from her being a social misfit. And in a way, from being around people who have stronger personalities, more power. But she moves past it, there's data to collect. "You two, might actually be unique. And that's kind of beautiful." She pauses, actually looking at Emi right now. "Being different is important. You see things from a new angle, and sometimes you're the only one who can. You're going to do great things here, Emi."
Emi Hoshino	KenKen cheerfully waves its front legs, sitting up a bit on its back legs. She's really more reminiscent of an overly large jumping spider. It scurries along Emi's bed and then sits down in front of Entrapta. "I admit," grumbles Emi, "I was kind of rude but you woke me up, in my defense. I'm sorry about that." She stands up and bows towards Entrapta. It's the polite thing to do when you apologize, after all, though it is fairly short. "It's, like... nice to meet you? So what exactly are you doing, really, and how long does your hair take to brush every morning because that's a *lot* of hair and I consider mine entirely annoying to manage." And her's isn't anywhere near close to Entrapta's in length -- naturally.
Entrapta	The bow seems to surprise her. She's not from around here, something that she admits freely in a moment. Another planet, very cool in itself. That'd make her an alien, which explains...so much. "It's not really hair exactly, not anymore. I've done a few alterations to it," she says in response. Installed cybernetics? She's done surgery on herself? And can you suggest any good books on how to do better in dreams, given your clear expertise in the matter? Entrapta doesn't seem in a hurry to leave, she just isn't good at saying what needs to be said. But she does know how to be a friend, Rashmi's taught her that. And eventually she does leave. Of course she would. She even petted KenKen if he allowed it. If it was a dream, it wasn't a bad one. Even if it did start out...a little bit weird.