<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021 | 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black District, SOPHE Monitoring Van<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ryusei | Mentions: Everybody<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Don't Panic (Comm dialogue in<strong>bold</strong>)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Proper Club Attire (https://i.imgur.com/XwpZxiH.png) / Intentionally semi-mussed black hair<br/><hr/>It was almost impossible to follow all that was going on at once as the number of attention demanding events seem to skyrocket in a exceedingly short period of time. What at first seemed to be a rather endearing moment between the prodigal Ryusei and the playful Kyless shifted in moments from confusing as Ryusei left with little visual ceremony, to aggravation as a large well built man began to hit on Kyless, and then horror as this previously unknown figure crushed the bracelet into jagged pieces as if it were as inconsequential as a piece of scrap paper.  As far as Toshiro was concerned this development automatically placed them well outside the parameters of acceptable mission safety, and no sooner than had the remains of his prized possession hit the club floor, than Toshiro had made a call to SOPHE command. Whether it had been a standard mission operator or Director Matsumoto herself, Toshiro wasn't in the mood to mince words or burn time on niceties as he said in a voice of mildly forced calm overwhelmed by obvious concern for the team inside,<strong>“This is Research Director Date, I am ordering immediate assistance to my location. Threats include a B rank demon of Calder code named Tinkerbell, and an unknown associate with at least significantly enhanced strength. There is also a significant risk that on site measures for restraining an outbreak of Project Violet are insufficient given these developments. Respond.”</strong><br/><br/>There was barely a moment between when the van locked scientist saw Mallory's head hit the floor, and Toshiro finding himself halfway out of the monitoring station in the start of a mad dash to her side. If it wasn't for the last second sighting of Lily and Gorrah moving Mallory, presumably in an effort to give her on site medical attention, he would have torn across the club in an effort to bring her to safety. Instead he began to prepare for the worst, sweeping aside the various snacks and wrappers that covered the surface in front of him and wiping the table down with a bottle of surface sanitizing agent retrieved from one of the van's myriad equipment drawers. Then finding a portable oxygen tank, bandages, and arcane salves to combat the likes of hypotension, he turned his attention back towards the monitors should he still find the need to rush to his assistant's side and aid in her withdrawal from the mission.<br/><br/>Despite Toshiro's report regarding Kyless' involvement, he still held out a hope that even in spite of being relieved of the bracelet, that there was some remote chance that she wouldn't use the opportunity to escape. He was well aware for her lust for freedom, and in her shoes he could certainly see himself using the chance to become free of his imprisonment. However for a moment Toshiro couldn't help but smile in both relief and happiness as she seemed to prove him right, she wasn't turning invisible, and she wasn't fleeing the scene. He couldn't help but feel a warmth building within him at the thought that at some point during his many months at trying to build a connection with the trickster, that she may have arrived at a desire to reciprocate his efforts as he had had tried to treat her with whatever kindness and understanding he was allowed to show. Whether from the unblinking stare he afforded the monitors or this all consuming sense of relief and hope for the future, or perhaps some combination of the two, Toshiro could feel tears begin to well up at the corners of his eyes before wiping them away on the sleeve of his jacket.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Toshiro to feel the rug swept out from under him with the combined visual of Kyless pressing against the man, whom Toshiro had secretly hoped was simply an assailant rather than an accomplice, and the subtle changes that were more than apparent to the vigilant and unforgetting eyes of Date Toshiro. Immediately he felt all sense of accomplishment and pride in both himself and Kyless fester into a wave of nausea that threatened to physically collapse the researcher, his knuckles turning white as his grip tightened on the arms of his chair in an attempt to stay focused on everything continuing to evolve in the club rather than the catalyst that threatened to drag his mind into the inescapable grasp of those harrowing memories that so often drifted along the periphery of Date's consciousness in the rare moments such as this that always seemed to revolve around the agents of Calder.<br/><br/>Grabbing hold of his discarded headset, Toshiro winced slightly at the memory of the surge of of audio feedback before connecting with Ryusei's communication line. Again Toshiro was firing into the dark with ideas, but he wasn't about to sit still and let the events inside the club play out without attempting to do something. Coughing to clear the contraction of his throat and the dryness of his mouth, Toshiro spoke as firmly as he was able past the severe tremors that accompanied his usually jovial demeanor,<strong>“T-tetsuda! Can y-you hear me!? The situation in the c-club has... it's... everything... Mal...”</strong>Tightening his eyes shut as hard as he could, Toshiro drew in a long breath of air, and held it for a moment before slowly releasing and continuing what he was saying,<strong>“Someone destroyed Kyless bracelet and she's got an illusion over the whole c-club. M-mal's been injured and Lily's tending to her, but... she looks f-fucking out of it Ryusei! I don't know what the fuck is going on!”</strong><br/><br/>More deep breaths, more pauses. Opening his eyes slowly, Toshiro looked over the new and incorrect interior of the club, his grip on his arm rests tightening every time he felt that uncanny twinge in his stomach at knowing that what he saw wasn't correct. It was then that the behavior of select demons began to shift, their once more rhythmically inclined bodies rapidly becoming more feral beneath eyes that glowed an obvious bright purple. Things continued to grow more untenable, but Toshiro couldn't allow himself to panic now as he relayed this new information to his one hopeful point of contact,<strong>“Something else is happening Tetsuda, some of the demons in the club, something's coming over them. They're starting to th-thrash around and their eyes are g-glowing. It looks like some kind of p-possesion.”</strong>With only a moment to consider how they should proceed he added,<strong>“Get yourself back to the van as soon as p-possible. It's the b-best way to see where to enter in from before you ch-charge in blind. I've called in backup, but we have to keep the t-team safe until it g-gets here.”</strong>