<div align="center"><a name="user_fuschsiafox"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Fuchsia Fox and an Artifact Absent</strong></span></a></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>December 26th, 2018 | 7:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Pawnhouse Zaisan, The Gate<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa | Mentions:<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>An overly large gray hoodie with a Polkadot Stingray emblem (https://ih1.redbubble.net/image.746250090.2683/ssrco,lightweight_hoodie,mens,grey_lightweight_hoodie,front,square_product,x600-bg,f8f8f8.2u3.jpg), black jeans, and his worn running shoes.<br/><hr/>“T-trust me. As far as being blind to the right people...” Toshiro took in a deep breath to help in staying focused on the moment as the tendrils of his past began to pull at the edge of his consciousness, “I'd say it's almost impossible know if a person's right or wrong until you've gotten to know them, I'm hoping it's just about getting the wrong ones out of way and moving on until you get l-lucky.” Toshiro couldn't help but think that what he interpreted as Nerissa's offering to assist others as a way of being true to her word was a poor excuse to do so, but with the end result being the same, it didn't matter too much at the moment.<br/><br/>“Ah, I'm glad to hear that you weren't hurt. Still that kinda thing's gotta be scary, having someone invade your home like t-that.” While Toshiro's expression didn't blanch from his empathetic expression, Nerissa could feel another shiver pass through the taller man's body, the feeling of bandages at the base of his wrists felt beneath her fingers as she took his hand in hers. At least in his case he knew who had attacked him and why, two factors that had been almost as anguishing to the ever inquisitive man as the cuts and bruises he bore as a result of his own assault. “It's a shame Azmodiel couldn't have held back enough to ask a few questions, but I'm b-betting he didn't want to take any chances at letting them get to you by going too easy on them. In the end you being safe's the most important thing.”<br/><br/>Once again Toshiro found himself grinning widely at Nerissa's assessment regarding her skill and his plan, “Well if you're great at sneaking that's like... ninety percent of a break in! And look, I haven't even finished my plan, so keep your wrong opinions to yourself until we're done scouting the place out.” He couldn't help but feel a large measure of relief with Nerissa stating that her martial skill might allow them to escape, “See now you're getting it, it's not about beating whoever the papayo has guarding the place in a fight, it's about not dying long enough to get what we need and get out.”<br/><br/>“I don't think that's a good...” Toshiro was extremely startled by the act of Nerissa placing the handgun in his hoodie's pocket, and the idea of the fox supplied firearm loosely bouncing around so close to his body did little to to alleviate the sense of apprehension that now quickly overtook him. Fortunately, as Nerissa took his arm in hers, he couldn't help but feel somewhat more composed as he replied with a shrug that did little to mask how pleased he was with the situation, “A date? Not on purpose, but it's a good cover for why the two of use would be walking around together so late in the evening. Also it's getting cold and you just look really warm in your coat.” With the compass now blinking happily from the messenger bag slung around Toshiro's free arm, the scientist continued to look down towards it as the pair made to the mouth of the alley way adjacent to the Pawnhouse.<br/><br/>Matching Nerissa's gaze in staring at the sign advertising the mahjong parlor, Toshiro nodded his head, “Yeah I know how to play, and getting some readings above the Pawnhouse combined with outside will get me a pretty good idea on where the statue is. As for keeping it out of sight...” Toshiro patted his messenger back before replying confidently, “As long as we don't get within a couple feet of the statue, nobody should notice the compass. Anything past that and my friend inside starts to get a little... well... honestly the compass starts to sound like a vibrator at that point.” Patting the compass affectionately Toshiro explained unbidden with an unreserved measure of pride, “Basically the demon inside presses against the glass in the direction of the magic it's developed a taste for, and the closer we get to it, the more the demon vibrates in... excitement. The more the demon causes the glass to vibrate, the more lights blink on around the edge of the compass.”<br/><br/>It was almost impossible to keep the mixture of demon fruit and spicy noodles down as the noxious scent of the alleyway struck Toshiro's nose, and he immediately pulled the collar of his hoodie up over his nose in response to the foul aroma. “Yeah that's ughh... it's... urrghh... yeah it's bad.” Every few steps Toshiro looked down at the compass and memorized how many lights were on and which direction the arrow was pointing. Eventually when he had enough readings, he could combine them all with his sketches to mark with a high degree of precision where exactly the statue would be. Raising his eyebrows in obvious surprise at Nerissa asking him if he could pick locks, Toshiro shook his head slightly before answering as if the question was utterly outlandish, “Why would you think I know how to pick locks? I'm not a criminal or a locksmith.”<br/><br/>At Nerissa's second point, Toshiro looked up at the ventilation shaft for a moment, the exterior fan covering humming noisily about a foot overhead. "You have some kind of magic sword you can make right? Think you could cut through the bolts holding that fan up there without making too much noise? As for any fans you might run into inside..." Withdrawing one of Nerissa's vine bombs and tossing it into the air with a dramatic flourish  before almost failing to catch it, Toshiro rolled the ball between his thumb and pointer finger for a moment in thought before asking, “How much force does it take to break one of these bombs open? Do you think the force of a fan hitting it would cause the glass to shatter, or would it need something harder hitting then that? Are the vines really thick or do you think you could squeeze through after they got a hold of it?” While they only had three of the vine bombs, he could certainly see expending one to get a better idea of what they were dealing with. That would still leave them two to deal with security, one for the guard, and one for if the first one failed to hit the guard.