<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 16th, 2021 | Time Unknown<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Holding Cells | SOPHE Headquarters<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <br/><strong>MENTIONING:</strong> Kyless<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> <br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Proper Club Attire (https://i.imgur.com/XwpZxiH.png) / Intentionally semi-mussed black hair<br/></span><hr/><br/>As perfect a thing as Toshiro’s memory might have been, it was still held hostage by the far more finnicky human senses. Between faulty signals from the audio and visual surveillance equipment, the unexpected bursts of illusion that had filled the nightclub, and the overwhelming chaos both inside the club itself as well as the head researcher’s center of operations, all he was left with was a perfectly replicated blur of incomplete cacophonous nonsense. All of this had culminated in where he sat right now, his long legs sprawled across the tiled corridor floor outside of Kyless’ new and more secure cell as he watched the video feed of her new quarters from his pad. The jacket he’d haphazardly tossed to the ground and now sat on did little in the way of adding comfort, but that hardly scratched the surface of the research lead’s concerns.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but turn his gaze from the sight of the trickster flicking in and out of sight. The onslaught of grand alien landscapes Kyless had conjured during her brief moment together with Toshiro and Ryusei prior to the mission’s beginning had already left the scientist more full-headed than he would have cared to admit heading into his supervisory role at the club, and the sensory noise of the club disaster had pushed his mere discomfort into a state of fluttering migraines. Still, he couldn’t trust the task of Kyless’ care to anyone else at the moment, no matter his state.<br/><br/>Beyond the knowledge that he was best suited to monitor the demonesses vitals in this critical moment where a mixture of the usual sleeping agent might have an unknown and possible volatile reaction with Kyless’ state of mind, Toshiro had to admit that he felt a personal responsibility for her wellbeing. He had been familiar with more variables than possibly any member of SOPHE present on the mission. He had been the senior most member of SOPHE on the scene. He more than anyone else was responsible for the safety of his team, and he more than anyone had failed in his charge.<br/><br/>Toshiro tried to tell himself that he couldn’t afford to waste time on his failures at the moment, after all, it was his victims that deserved treatment first and foremost, and none more so than Kyless. With a sigh of resignation, he turned his gaze back on to the demoness cell, and as he did a look of horror quickly shot across his face as she drew blood at her wrist and eyelids with the ferocity of her scratching. Without a moment’s hesitation he jumped to his feet and placed his hand on the scanner leading to Kyless’ room before entering the required codes into the keypad resting below.<br/><br/>“Kyless! Stop it!” Toshiro shouted with a mixture of command and concern as his long legs carried him swiftly into the dully lit cell, the weight of his body sinking slightly into the padded floor paneling that encased the room. The largely blank sterile surfaces and pale lighting were meant to instill a sense of relaxation through the removal of overly exciting sensory stimuli, a fact Toshiro scarcely had time to consider the effectiveness of as he crossed the rather short length of the room in a few strides and took hold of Kyless’ wrists.<br/><br/>“That’s enough! You’re fi…”<em>‘You’re fine.’</em>He wanted to say, but the words that tasted so obviously false on his tongue would hardly land more convincingly on the panicking demon’s ears. Thinking through the immense difficulty of attempting to keep Kyless from hurting herself any further without causing her additional harm, Toshiro bit his lip slightly at the pain of the flailing trickster’s nails digging into his skin as she struggled desperately to avoid restraint before he said in a strained attempt at calm,  “He’s not here! He’s gone. He can’t hurt you now.” This much at least he could be sure of, even if he wouldn’t say why.<br/><br/>As Kyless continued to blink in and out of vision with scrambled illusions that would have given Toshiro a headache when he was even headed, the researcher found himself somewhat relieved of the magic’s effect on his state of mind as a result of the eerie yet nostalgic scent that filled the room. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at this ill bought tranquility as the briny, rotten smell of low tide was a result of those lines of blue blood that began to spring up on Kyless’ arms and face, but it at least helped him to keep in control of his faculties as he continued to struggle to use as little force on Kyless as possible to keep her safe from herself until the tranquilizers could help her to relax from her trauma.<br/>