2445/Emi Casts Call Mamoru

Emi Casts Call Mamoru
Date of Scene:	02 April 2025
Location:	Dorms #1
Synopsis:	Having failed to rescue Hinoiri on her own, Emi does the only logical thing she can do, albeit grudgeingly. She calls for help.
Cast of Characters:	Emi Hoshino, Mamoru Chiba

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Emi Hoshino has posed:
Emi Hoshino is sitting on her bedl. Traces of blood on her knuckles and dripping down her hand. More trickles down her face from above her brown line, mapping around her eye that's already shrouded by her bangs. To be honest, it really completes the yurei look for her. Kayako, crawl down those stairs and eat someone's heart out! Unfortunately, the moment is sure to drain any such levity immediately away, as Hinoiri is curled up on the dorm bed meant for a roommmate across from Emi's own. She seems to be asleep. Dead to the world, even.

Emi's fists clench, briefly. Angry. Very. Very. Angry.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
'Get everyone you can. They have Hinoiri.'

Well he hasn't gotten everyone yet, but he's there in Emi's room, in his prince gear, sword and all, approximately five seconds after. "You're lucky," he says in a low voice, "I was awake. Who has her? Is she dangerous for a touch psychic to touch right now?"

A beat. "Actually, let me heal while you tell me."

He's got his hands out. "Or you can just think about it. Show me. I can pay attention to many things at once."

Emi Hoshino has posed:
Slow blink.

Emi knows he can do this. It's still something else when he just ... turns up.

She shakes her head after that jarring moment and stands up. Seething waves of frustration are just rolling right off her at the moment. Dressed in her own black pajamas dotted with tiny little skulls, she takes a moment before she answers.

"I wouldn't," is her terse response of the idea of connecting with Hinoiri right now.

She raises her hands and presses the heels of her palm directly into her eyes. Her posture is rigid, frustration unmistakable, but when she speaks, there's no trace of it. Not a quiver. Just an almost eerie serenity.

"The Salarymen got her."

She doesn't add anything for a moment, perhaps while Mamoru moves to heal her. She moves her arms to fold tightly around herself and looks down.

"Japanese work style, very difficult," she says quietly in English blended with Japanese, "You see in then news sometimes, man, 42, dies of heart attack at work desk doing over time'? See some behind the counter at a market and they're not *just* tired, but empty? Running on automatic, like there's nothing left but the routine, like there's just the job and nothing else to them anymore."

"That's what they do. They take people who've got hope, ambition, and drive, and then they twist it into something awful. They make them think its what they want, that all the sacrifices of time and life and love will be worth it, and all the while they're draining them, and when they're all hollowed out and there's nothing left -- well... that's when they give them a 'promotion'."

"It's my fault," she says, without elaborating further, "but they have her. I tried to get her out, but they were ready for it and they took her deeper into the dreamscape."

Finally, she casts a look towards Hinoiri again and lets out a breath.

"I wouldn't," she tells him. "If they sense you -- and I think they would -- you run the risk of getting pulled into her nightmare, in one of their places of power."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"That's something that saved Kazuo from Obsidian," Endymion murmurs, recognising and relating to the description of the Salarymen, "He didn't want to be like that. He didn't want the corporate life."

The healing is swift, any remaining pieces of porcelain or glass pushed out, leaving Emi whole but still sticky with blood. "I won't, but I will put a rose in her hand, on the off chance it gives her a way out into my dream," he says as he straightens up and produces the aforementioned rose. "Since apparently I use impossible back roads."

"If she can get there, and they follow her there, we can fight them in one of my places of power," he adds after a second, frowning as he considers, "It might not work. She didn't fall asleep holding it, and I don't know if that matters."

He moves to put the rose into Hinoiri's hand, shifting down a henshin to his formalwear, which comes with the all-important gloves.

Emi Hoshino has posed:
"I need to learn more about that whole 'Obsidian' thing," says Emi, but it's clear she reserves it for another time. She does give a nod at the notion of the rose, however.

"You know, does that bring them to *you*, or to some place?" She asks, curiously, a kernel of an idea forming.

"They won't let her go. The only way to rescue her is to head to their and find her inside one of their towers. They had them in Kyoto, too, and I'd assume all over the rest of the Japanese dreamscape too." She purses her lips. "So we need people. We're gonna storm their office and get Hinoiri back. She won't be alone, either. They bring the high-value victims there. I've broken in before to rescue someone and I barely got out with my life back in Kyoto. It's likely to be worse her."

She lets out a breath.

"Anyone you can bring with you too."

A realization.

"There's something else. I need a space on campus. One big enough to fit everyone. If this is going to work, I need everyone I can have in proximity. I'll try to get Nurse Meiou."

"...call it a slumber party if anyone asks, I guess."

An emergency one.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"It brings them to the place you visited," Tuxedo Mask says, "with snacks and stuff. Or it lets me join them in their dream-- but either way there's no yanking, there's just... an arch into the close part of the maze. I can leave the door from the maze to the courtyard open. There won't be anyone there to meet her, but I can tell if she's there."

He nods, then, and cracks his knuckles. "Everyone I can get," he promises, and vanishes his gloves in order to start texting. "Okay. The Shed expands to fit the number of people in it. I'll wake people up to come, then come back and get you and Hinoiri-chan."

He adds under his breath, "Hinoiri-chan, you are so fucking annoying..."

Then Mamoru glances up and says, "Back shortly." No flash, no flair, no effect: he's just gone.