<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">The Mysteries of Mice and Unintended Introductions</span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>January 14th, 2020, 11:30 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Toshiro's Laboratory<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>None<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Late night science.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, but with a Polkadot Stingray (https://www.nautiljon.com/images/more/01/27/135972.jpg) shirt beneath his lab coat.<br/><hr/>Initially Toshiro had been far too focused on the task of measuring the focal points of magical energy located within the Osefo demons to notice the less sensationally grabbing noises that had begun to pop up around him. Just as the door silently swung open and heralded the arrival of a nearly inaudible bump against a box of<em>Horns</em>manga magazines, Toshiro had squatted down at the side of his makeshift examination table to more closely examine the demons. With a final pass of moving the arcanometer's sensors along the lower half of the demons' bodies, Toshiro smiled in satisfaction.<br/><br/>“It's your tails isn't it? Everything about your magic seems steady and healthy until we get to the tips of your tails.” The head researcher couldn't be sure if the demonic rodents did or didn't appreciate what he was saying or doing, but he thought it best to demonstrate what he meant if the former possibility was accurate. With one of the bracers in hand, he passed it from the base of the more ratlike demon's tail to its tip, and as he did the arcanometer first provided a consistent reading of magic, the needle in the gauge resting firmly in the section often reserved for a demon of average magic ability, before then flailing erratically in position between far higher and lower levels of magical flow than what would usually be considered acceptable.<br/><br/>Equally strange was that it seemed like the magic circulating through each of the demons' tails seemed to extend into the empty space surrounding their pink appendages, almost as if it was emitting it into the air. After setting the bracers down, Toshiro stared at the pair of hapless Osefo demons for a moment before vocalizing his thoughts for the benefit of his stony audience, “I have a guess about what's wrong with you, and for me that usually means I know exactly what's wrong with you. I just have to get some ribbon and...”<br/><br/>Toshiro stopped suddenly as the sounds coming from all around him, although still relatively subtle, seemed to intensify with an audible series of eclectic<em>ker-thumps</em>, almost as if something were bumbling around his office and colliding into his boxes in a clumsy and chaotic fashion. “... Marcy are you in here? I don't want you eating these two, I'm pretty sure they aren't actually mice or rats.” Marceline the cat often had a way to move about unseen, and the feline attraction to cardboard boxes was a well documented phenomenon, so Toshiro made the obvious connection that his beloved cat was simply on the prowl somewhere just out of sight. “Just be careful where you step, at least one of these boxes is filled with vials of realllllly caustic spit. I'm pretty sure the last sample that spilled is still burning a hole in the ground through the lower levels.”<br/><br/>The rare mistake made by the unparalleled genius Toshiro Date was quickly brought to light however with the exceedingly un-Marceline like utterance of triplet<em>“Eees,”</em>Toshiro had never heard such an undignified noise coming from his fluffy companion, even in his most chemically elevated of states. “Who's there?” Toshiro's question betrayed no fear in his voice, only an unreserved mixture of genuine curiosity and concern. He doubted that whatever had entered the room had done so for the sake of hurting him as they would have probably had opportunities to do so before now.<br/><br/>Toshiro watched in fascination as the class container holding the magically altered moss covered rock almost began to float in an awkward and belabored manner from its perch and towards the floor, whatever means of locomotion that seemed to propel it obviously having a difficult time in getting it from one location to another. While he couldn't help but find this somewhat adorable in the way someone might view a child's attempt at mischief cute, his concern for the unseen perpetrator overrode his sense of amusement, “Are you alright? Kinda looks like your having a hard time moving that.” As far as Toshiro was concerned, the unknown entity had seized one of the more benign artifacts in his lab, not only reinforcing his belief that the current danger was minimal, but also building in him a curiosity as to this mysterious being's nature.<br/><br/>Whether for fear of him or the loud<em>BANG</em>ing at his door, Toshiro couldn't know, but the latter possibility was easy enough to remove from the situation. Taking several awkward steps across his office in an effort not to accidentally bump any of the boxes, Toshiro pulled the door open with smile at the small contingent of SOPHE agents that stood at the other side of the threshold. “Do you all need something?” The lead agent peered past Toshiro's lanky frame in an intense silence for a moment, his hands gripped tightly around his firearm before replying with clear frustration, “We're looking for an escaped prisoner, you probably wouldn't have seen it, but did you notice anything strange, Date? We'll need to take a look inside your office either way.”<br/><br/>Toshiro scratched his chin in silence as if contemplating whether or not he had noticed anything peculiar before replying with a shrug, “Can't say I've noticed anything weirder than usual around here. I'm also not going to let you into my private lab.” Holding up a hand to stifle the obvious interjection the agent was prepared to offer, Toshiro continued with a  hint of annoyance now laced through his words, “As a research lead, my word on who and what enters my lab is just below the Director's. Now if you want to call her at almost midnight to tell her that I somehow missed something sneaking by right in front of me, you go right ahead.”<br/><br/>The suggestion of depriving Director Matsumoto of the rare quantity of personal time she took away from her position seemed to immediately drain from the agents face of all color. “That's... no I don't think that'll be necessary Da... Research Lead Date. Sorry for bothering you so late at night sir.” Toshiro waved away the apology with a smile before saying consolingly, “Nothing to apologize for, and I'll tell you what, leave two guards out in the hall. That way if the demon did sneak in and I didn't notice, they'll be able to catch them once they're done with me.”<br/><br/>Once the agents had wandered out of sight to continue with their search, Toshiro returned to his<em>desk</em>and looked towards the apparently floating glass case and the subtly color shifting moss within before saying simply, “Sorry about that, but I'm not going to tell them to go away entirely without knowing who you are, but at least you don't have to worry about them right now. At least we can talk in peace for a bit, unless you plan on doing something to me, which would be a bad idea because I'm probably your only chance at getting past those guard without you getting hurt. Now back to what I said before, are you alright? Are you hungry or thirsty? I have... green tea and dry ramen cakes.”<br/><br/>Turning back towards the other glass cases in curiosity for a moment, Toshiro added, “Why the moss?” Gesturing towards the other two items he added, “Sally's far more powerful, but I guess she might be a bit too dangerous for even other demons. The statue is... well I still don't know what it does, but some demons have tried really hard to get it from us in the past. The moss is... well it's very pretty.” Shaking his head in realization he added, “Oh right, my name is Doctor Toshiro Date. What should I call you?”