<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Medical Bay<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open | Mentions: Mallory, Albion, Kyless<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, but with a few more wrinkles and a far more disheveled head of hair.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Among those researchers who had been with SOPHE for any duration longer than a few weeks, there existed what many outsiders would consider a remarkable and hardhearted apathy towards the cacophony of traditionally concerning sounds coming from the closed off private study of Date Toshiro. On this particular morning a chorus of cherubic voices rang out in abyssal hymn, the lights pouring out from the room's opaque windows and from beneath the door flickering with each spike of pitch and dynamic, and the most action taken in response were the seasoned scientists' collective exasperated groans in response to the semi-obscured white coated figure of Toshiro colliding loudly with the bullet proof glass that surrounded his workplace.<br/><br/>Pulling himself off the ground slowly with his hands outstretched in apology towards the raggedy doll adorned in a pale green floral patterned dress sitting upright on his desk, Toshiro slowly stepped towards the diminutive figure while apologizing profusely, “I'm sorry but... I don't think I'm being unreasonable! The stitches were worn when you moved in, all I'm saying is that there are any number of new bodies you all could-” Once again Toshiro found himself colliding with the reinforced windows as another invisible wave of force from Sally the Doll and current Myriad Demon Host, not with enough force to cause lasting damage, but certainly enough to get their point across to Toshiro that they had no desire to have this conversation.<br/><br/>Raising his hands in defeat, Toshiro made his way over to one of the more ornately decorated transparent cases that lined the wall of his study opposite the windows facing out onto the medical bay proper. With a sigh of resignation, he proceeded to remove a number of locks ranging in appearance from byzantine and antique to streamlined and modern, speaking in a stern tone over his shoulder, “I'm not angry with you all Sally. I know how much the doll means to most of you,  but I am disappointed that we've gone back to throwing people as a way of expressing yourselves.”<br/><br/>Slowly and gently lifting the doll as to not exacerbate the worn threads holding it together, Toshiro smiled widely to show he held no hard feelings towards one of the more outspoken members of his menagerie, “I do appreciate you not conjuring a dust storm inside again though. I get the feeling that Mallory wasn't particularly ecstatic about the last time, but I'm sure she doesn't hold it against any of you. I don't think Albion is quite as forgiving, but nobody could stay mad at this face!” Taking the soft flow of the marble pattern shifting softly across the doll's button eyes as a expression of forgiveness and contentment, Toshiro set the doll inside of its tiny furniture adorned lodgings before closing the case behind it, long magically enhanced circuit studded ribbons slithering across the case's surface at Toshiro's request as the ambient sound of bluegrass music began to reverberate from the minuscule phonograph held within.<br/><br/>After taking a moment to stretch out his still throbbing back, Toshiro lifted his black and exceedingly well cushioned faux-leather office from the ground where it had fallen before collapsing into it and sliding himself over the sea of scattered documents that now lined the floor of his lab towards his desk, dark lines left across important looking figures and information where the squeaking wheels passed over them. With a series of keystrokes on the console in front of him, the footage of Kyless' cell flooded across the large sturdy monitor that had been reinforced and firmly bolted down to Toshiro's desk for obvious reasons. While he had no doubt Mallory would be more than able to deal with Kyless as she had so many times before, his confidence in her did little to dismiss his constant apprehension for her proximity to the trickster demon. Pulling a half wrapped brick of uncooked ramen noodles from one of his desk drawers, he began to chew on it absentmindedly as he watched the routine situation unfold.