( mashita doesn't seem particularly worse for wear, for better or worse, as he walks in, hand running through his hair to brush back some of the stray locks the he barely bothers to tame. his jacket seems the same as it always has, but if there are any wounds beyond that, they're covered by his clothing. there's a tired sag to his shoulders that boldly shares his need for a drink and a smoke, and while mashita typically spares the time to smoke outside of buildings, the fact the bar has a smoking section is part of why he likes coming here too.
glancing around the space furtively, the notably bright expression and raised hand catch his attention, and his own expression seems to lighten from recognition. the power of comfort, perhaps. )
Someone called just as I was heading out, ( he explains as he steps up and sheds the mythic green shell to fold over the back of his chair opposite yashiki. it's warmer in the bar, and if he's going to drink, it'll only get warmer. )
Just one of those reported sightings, but it seemed like a false lead. I'll deal with it tomorrow.
( the guy has really had enough for one day. taking a seat, he promptly reaches for his cigarettes in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and plucks a stick free. )
So what were you up to while you were ignoring my calls and texts? ( the remark comes casually as he lights up and then moves the ashtray that's left on each table closer to himself. yashiki doesn't smoke, that he's aware of, so it's just the natural thing to do. )
[ Not visibly maimed and in one piece with an intact jacket was probably the best they could hope for when dealing with these kinds of cases, but it didn’t stop him from worrying at the end of the day. For now, he was satisfied. The fatigue was only to be expected after a life and death showdown with a spirit on top of who knew how many late nights working on a case.
The fact that Mashita had decided to put off the lead, fake or not, until morning was as much a sign of that as the exhaustion showing in his posture. ]
Ah, seems like those have been coming in a lot lately.
[ It was probably a frustrating nightmare for Mashita to have to follow up on them all just on the odd chance that they were a real lead.
The comment gets a small wince, as probably predicted, before he responded. ]
Oh! Uh… I was checking some old journals I found in the Kujou collection when my phone battery must have died.
[ It seems childish to reiterate that the phone was dead rather than him ignoring anyone… and yet he can’t quite stop himself from doing it as he adjusted his glasses that had slipped down a bit, hiding the guilty frown. ]
So, I guess time got a little away from me before I noticed it.
( after catching the end, mashita leans back and takes a long, deep drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in for several beats before sighing the smoke off to the side. though he's made something of a hobby of blowing smoke in people's faces, he doesn't seem to be particularly in the mood for it right now. seeing as he feels he'll likely be chain smoking over the next several hours (and also catching yashiki's wince), tormenting his friend further by it feels too callous also. )
Old journals. Related to the case? Or. Your sister's?
( there are many relics that remain in kujou mansion that hold sentimental value for yashiki. it matters in which way the time might have escaped him. while he does like getting a reaction out of yashiki, mashita doesn't want it to be punishment for something yashiki deserves to cherish. )
[ Yashiki supposed that would be too convenient in the end, and nothing was ever particularly convenient when it came to casework. Things would be put to rest much sooner otherwise.
Lowering his hands from his glasses, he absently noted the probable deliberate decision on Mashita’s part to blow smoke away from the table as opposed to at him. There’s something about those little, thoughtful decisions to forgo usual habits that indicates the other’s mood and while he still feels a bit awkward for what happened, the frown shifts from guilty to something more reflective.
Yashiki did realize that he’d slipped down a rather deep rabbit hole in the last day or so with the way his focus always tended to lock on to something he cared about pursuing. It was certainly a useful ability in many ways, but it also often meant running the risk of missing other things that might require more immediate attention. ]
A little of both, at first? I’ve been going over some of what she’d been researching before. I thought there might be some avenues she hadn’t had the chance to follow through to the end.
[ He’d definitely gone in with the best intentions for trying to make some progress, but he also had gotten a little side tracked once he got into the journals themselves. ]
( humming, mashita fiddles with the filter balanced between his fingers with his thumb as he considers yashiki's response.
he knows what saya means to yashiki. seeing her handwriting alone would probably be enough to lure in a sentimentalist like yashiki. with how she'd passed as well, yashiki would want to do everything to honor her memory and carry on her legacy. it's no wonder, then, that yashiki cares so much for all the mark bearers. he's just a caring big brother, through and through. mashita may be speaking with kazuo yashiki, but he sees you, masamune kujou. )
It's dangerous for rabbits to venture alone. ( both literally and figuratively. ) You get distracted too easily, you know.
Did you find anything useful?
( since yashiki brought up work, they may as well get into it now. it isn't really what mashita had intended, but it was bound to happen anyway. neither of them really know how to quit. )
[ For all that he found it difficult to connect the two of them in his mind at times, Masamune Kujou was indeed still there, bleeding from one to the other who continued on in his place. And there would always be the undeniable connection that was Saya, having never thought of her as ‘Masamune’s sister’ but his own. The memories were cherished as she was missed, so it had been more than a little difficult to not get pulled into the neat writing filling the pages of the journals she’d left behind. Not just the notes on her research or thoughts about spirits, but the way she talked about those who she helped as a healer and the small notes about the days as they passed.
And even after the mark, after she helped him survive, she was still aiding him now through them. Even if sometimes it was simply that there was something to hold on to and to remind him why he was doing what he was. To reach out to as many as he could to help, despite not being as talented as she was, he wanted to at least do what he could. ]
Mm… And yet there are some that will, even though they know the danger is there. [ He responded with a softer tone, a black rabbit darting across his mind’s eye briefly. Blinking, he hummed at the comment with an awkward tilt of his head and a sheepish smile. ] Ah, I guess maybe a little sometimes.
[ Often. ]
I’m not sure yet, but I think there might be a couple trails to follow… I’ll know better if they’ll lead anywhere once I start research again later.
[ The day either of them took a proper day off from work or the talk of it, there would undoubtedly be a disaster of some kind, anyway. He hadn’t even meant to get into it while they waited for their drinks, but had still slipped somehow into the topic. ]
( he would never say it, but it's probably better that he only has to deal with the one rabbit instead of two. much as he respects yashiki's younger sister and her work, especially having benefitted from her archives more than a few times, he can't imagine she'd be any less reserved than yashiki when it came to helping others.
must come with being upper class and living in a mansion. )
Just let me know if you decide to follow any of them directly. Things seem more dangerous than I'd first thought.
( says the guy who didn't tell yashiki, didn't wait, and then ended up in said dangerous situation. )
I'll have to think of what can even deal with a chainsaw, too. He didn't give a shit about my .45, and I nailed him at least twice.
[ Yashiki frowned a little more deeply at the reminder. It was probably a fair warning, given that he’d probably have done the same thing Mashita had if tables were turned. It was probably that knowledge and the fact that he’d let his phone die and forgotten about it for an entire day that kept him from pointing it out.
Plus, the danger of a chainsaw wasn’t exactly apparent based on what they’d learned from the investigation before now. They were just damn lucky that it hadn’t ended worse. He didn’t want to think about if it had, and he certainly didn’t want a repeat where Mashita was concerned… ]
I’ll call if I happen to find anything that seems promising. [ Probably… maybe. ] Probably better that we don’t go back until we have a better idea of how to deal with it anyway…
[ Pausing as their first round of drinks and the snacks he’d ordered were delivered, he considered what little they knew already. A ghostly groundskeeper with a grudge and a chainsaw, apparently resistant to bullets. Well… That wasn’t exactly surprising. Guns weren’t exactly the most effective when dealing with spirits unless there was a condition met or an aspect to the spirit itself that made them susceptible. Once they were alone again, he hummed. ]
Although it’s worth searching the grounds again for something we might need… Especially if I don’t come across anything in research-wise.
[ Easier said than done, but during the daytime, it should at least be safe, he thinks. ]
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Date: 2024-04-07 03:34 pm (UTC)glancing around the space furtively, the notably bright expression and raised hand catch his attention, and his own expression seems to lighten from recognition. the power of comfort, perhaps. )
Someone called just as I was heading out, ( he explains as he steps up and sheds the mythic green shell to fold over the back of his chair opposite yashiki. it's warmer in the bar, and if he's going to drink, it'll only get warmer. )
Just one of those reported sightings, but it seemed like a false lead. I'll deal with it tomorrow.
( the guy has really had enough for one day. taking a seat, he promptly reaches for his cigarettes in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and plucks a stick free. )
So what were you up to while you were ignoring my calls and texts? ( the remark comes casually as he lights up and then moves the ashtray that's left on each table closer to himself. yashiki doesn't smoke, that he's aware of, so it's just the natural thing to do. )
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Date: 2024-04-08 11:26 am (UTC)The fact that Mashita had decided to put off the lead, fake or not, until morning was as much a sign of that as the exhaustion showing in his posture. ]
Ah, seems like those have been coming in a lot lately.
[ It was probably a frustrating nightmare for Mashita to have to follow up on them all just on the odd chance that they were a real lead.
The comment gets a small wince, as probably predicted, before he responded. ]
Oh! Uh… I was checking some old journals I found in the Kujou collection when my phone battery must have died.
[ It seems childish to reiterate that the phone was dead rather than him ignoring anyone… and yet he can’t quite stop himself from doing it as he adjusted his glasses that had slipped down a bit, hiding the guilty frown. ]
So, I guess time got a little away from me before I noticed it.
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Date: 2024-04-08 02:24 pm (UTC)( after catching the end, mashita leans back and takes a long, deep drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke in for several beats before sighing the smoke off to the side. though he's made something of a hobby of blowing smoke in people's faces, he doesn't seem to be particularly in the mood for it right now. seeing as he feels he'll likely be chain smoking over the next several hours (and also catching yashiki's wince), tormenting his friend further by it feels too callous also. )
Old journals. Related to the case? Or. Your sister's?
( there are many relics that remain in kujou mansion that hold sentimental value for yashiki. it matters in which way the time might have escaped him. while he does like getting a reaction out of yashiki, mashita doesn't want it to be punishment for something yashiki deserves to cherish. )
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Date: 2024-04-09 11:44 am (UTC)Lowering his hands from his glasses, he absently noted the probable deliberate decision on Mashita’s part to blow smoke away from the table as opposed to at him. There’s something about those little, thoughtful decisions to forgo usual habits that indicates the other’s mood and while he still feels a bit awkward for what happened, the frown shifts from guilty to something more reflective.
Yashiki did realize that he’d slipped down a rather deep rabbit hole in the last day or so with the way his focus always tended to lock on to something he cared about pursuing. It was certainly a useful ability in many ways, but it also often meant running the risk of missing other things that might require more immediate attention. ]
A little of both, at first? I’ve been going over some of what she’d been researching before. I thought there might be some avenues she hadn’t had the chance to follow through to the end.
[ He’d definitely gone in with the best intentions for trying to make some progress, but he also had gotten a little side tracked once he got into the journals themselves. ]
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Date: 2024-04-09 03:35 pm (UTC)he knows what saya means to yashiki. seeing her handwriting alone would probably be enough to lure in a sentimentalist like yashiki. with how she'd passed as well, yashiki would want to do everything to honor her memory and carry on her legacy. it's no wonder, then, that yashiki cares so much for all the mark bearers. he's just a caring big brother, through and through. mashita may be speaking with kazuo yashiki, but he sees you, masamune kujou. )
It's dangerous for rabbits to venture alone. ( both literally and figuratively. ) You get distracted too easily, you know.
Did you find anything useful?
( since yashiki brought up work, they may as well get into it now. it isn't really what mashita had intended, but it was bound to happen anyway. neither of them really know how to quit. )
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Date: 2024-04-10 10:25 am (UTC)And even after the mark, after she helped him survive, she was still aiding him now through them. Even if sometimes it was simply that there was something to hold on to and to remind him why he was doing what he was. To reach out to as many as he could to help, despite not being as talented as she was, he wanted to at least do what he could. ]
Mm… And yet there are some that will, even though they know the danger is there. [ He responded with a softer tone, a black rabbit darting across his mind’s eye briefly. Blinking, he hummed at the comment with an awkward tilt of his head and a sheepish smile. ] Ah, I guess maybe a little sometimes.
[ Often. ]
I’m not sure yet, but I think there might be a couple trails to follow… I’ll know better if they’ll lead anywhere once I start research again later.
[ The day either of them took a proper day off from work or the talk of it, there would undoubtedly be a disaster of some kind, anyway. He hadn’t even meant to get into it while they waited for their drinks, but had still slipped somehow into the topic. ]
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Date: 2024-04-11 05:57 pm (UTC)must come with being upper class and living in a mansion. )
Just let me know if you decide to follow any of them directly. Things seem more dangerous than I'd first thought.
( says the guy who didn't tell yashiki, didn't wait, and then ended up in said dangerous situation. )
I'll have to think of what can even deal with a chainsaw, too. He didn't give a shit about my .45, and I nailed him at least twice.
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Date: 2024-04-12 06:05 pm (UTC)Plus, the danger of a chainsaw wasn’t exactly apparent based on what they’d learned from the investigation before now. They were just damn lucky that it hadn’t ended worse. He didn’t want to think about if it had, and he certainly didn’t want a repeat where Mashita was concerned… ]
I’ll call if I happen to find anything that seems promising. [ Probably… maybe. ] Probably better that we don’t go back until we have a better idea of how to deal with it anyway…
[ Pausing as their first round of drinks and the snacks he’d ordered were delivered, he considered what little they knew already. A ghostly groundskeeper with a grudge and a chainsaw, apparently resistant to bullets. Well… That wasn’t exactly surprising. Guns weren’t exactly the most effective when dealing with spirits unless there was a condition met or an aspect to the spirit itself that made them susceptible. Once they were alone again, he hummed. ]
Although it’s worth searching the grounds again for something we might need… Especially if I don’t come across anything in research-wise.
[ Easier said than done, but during the daytime, it should at least be safe, he thinks. ]