<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. Currently Toshiro's hood is up, and he's borrowing a black angora scarf from Nerissa.<br/><hr/>“Shoot away from you. Got it.” Looking down at his hoodie, Toshiro shivered slightly as Nerissa's acknowledgement of his under dressed state reminded him of how cold he was. “Yeah I've got a shirt on underneath, I really don't think I'm going to die though...” Toshiro's grousing was cut off as Nerissa raised her much smaller body up to wrap the exceedingly cozy black scarf around the taller man's slumped shoulders and neck. It was without a doubt the most comfortable and nice feeling thing he'd worn in some time, and the lingering body heat and reassuring scent of it's charitable former owner only served to push back against the cold all the harder. Smiling in appreciation, Toshiro pulled his hood to help allay Nerissa's obvious concerns for his well being. “Thanks Nerissa, that's a lot better.”<br/><br/>Given the context of their discussion, it wasn't too difficult to guess at the meaning behind Nerissa's look of suspicion, and Toshiro wasn't about to miss out on the opportunity to tease his foxy partner in crime. “I'm pretty sure people wouldn't treat me much better if I said that my vibrator was going off, not everyone has the same taste for exhibitionism that you have Nerissa.” Grinning slightly at his half-joke, Toshiro rearranged the contents of his messenger bag so that his cellphone rested closely to the compass. “There, now it starts going off, I'll just pull my phone out and try and get out of the compass' more excitable range.”<br/><br/>For a moment Toshiro considered explaining the implication towards criminality that asking someone if they knew how to pick locks made, but the more Toshiro thought on it, the more he realized that such a fear of insulting someone was hardly worth stalling the pursuit of knowledge. With a sigh Toshiro replied apologetically, “You're right, asking questions is the best way to find out about how c-complex and interesting I am. I'm sorry for throwing that in your face. But no, I don't think we're picking our way in.” Raising his eyebrows at Nerissa's remark about a silencer and shooting the lock off, Toshiro shook his head, “Probably wouldn't have enough kick, or it would have too much kick and get stuck in the lock.”<br/><br/>As Nerissa failed to get the leverage necessary to cut through the bolts with her magically manifested sword, Toshiro tilted his head in disappointment at the experiment's results, “Huh, I kinda thought it'd be more like a lightsaber and just kinda melt through them. Alright well let's think... wait what are you...” Toshiro's words were abruptly cut off with the sound of Nerissa's smashing her sword against the vent's covering over and over until the heavy metal cap fell on to the hard asphalt flooring below with a resounding clatter. Looking up from the covering to Nerissa with a eyes full of shock, “That's definitely one way of getting it down.” As much as Toshiro disapproved of this particular way of proceeding, there wasn't really much point to scolding the overly enthusiastic fox now that the damage had been done. Without managing to take his eyes away from the metallic carnage that Nerissa had wrought, he gently responded to Nerissa's body language by gently setting his hand on her head and lightly rubbing along the base of her exposed ears.<br/><br/>"That takes care of getting in, now if we had a way of staying in contact... oh!" With a sudden realization Toshiro began to dig around inside of his messenger bag before withdrawing a small red nylon collar with what appeared to be a small brass bell engraved with the name, 'Marceline.' Cocking his head for a moment in thought he asked, "If you have a camera on you when you turn into a fox, what would I see through it?" After a moment of silence in which he realized that he hadn't explained the collar he added as if what he were saying weren't at all odd, "SOPHE's dangerous for a cat, so I rigged up Marceline's collars to send audio and video feed to my phone. It's more scrying then streaming so there shouldn't be as much chance of someone peaking in. Anyways, do you just need to hold it or should I put it on you after you change?"<br/><br/>Had it not been for the already deafening sound Nerissa had made, Toshiro would have risked drawing attention through laughing at Nerissa's quick escape from his potential vine bomb mishap. “Sorry, sorry, I'll be more careful with it. If the fans not strong enough to fracture the glass enough to let the vines through, you could probably just jam it with your sword long enough to get through.” Toshiro's eyes widened in awe at the concept of a collection of vines each two inches thick in diameter able to fit withing such incredibly small confines, however before he could express his admiration, Nerissa had quickly made to pull him behind the nearest dumpster as the door leading inside began to swing open.<br/><br/>While Toshiro didn't have Nerissa's more keen sense of hearing, he had the sense to take from Nerissa's demeanor that he should remain silent, the pungent smell of the garbage, the pain of having to contort his wounded form into such a cramped space, and the warmth of Nerissa's immense tail pressed against his face the only sensations he could make out as he waited to for Nerissa to make the next move. What he didn't see what the lumbering figure whose gray skin bore the cracked texture of worn concrete looking about the alleyway with a look of annoyance. Suddenly with a ear shattering clang that reverberated throughout the alleyway, the demon smashed it's bowling ball sized fist into a thick steel plate on it's side of the metallic door. As if on queue a swarm of small mice like demons began to pour out of the alley from every conceivable nook and cranny, exquisitely designed crowns of projected gold lighting they worked together to carry away from the alley anything lighter than Nerissa, including the now battered vent covering.<br/><br/>With a grunt of contentment, the lumbering demon took one last lazy look at the seemingly abandoned alleyway before vanishing back into the building, the thick metal door only managing to shut properly behind him after behind him after being pulled into place with considerable force. Trying to position his face so that he wouldn't get a mouthful of fox tail fur as he spoke, Toshiro leaned in closely to Nerissa's ear and whispered as quietly as possible, “Are they gone?”