﻿<strong>Takeo Satoshi<br/>Time: June 5th, 2018. Monday, Midevening.<br/>Location: Mirrored World.<br/>Tagged: Yu Narukami, Yukiko Amagi, Detective Dojima.</strong><br/><br/>A groan escaped Satoshi's lips as he writhed limply on the ground after tumbling through the gate behind the others, and he struggled to assess his condition. Disrupted equilibrium? Check. Severe nausea? Check. Extreme lethargy? Check. Mental confusion? Check. Damn, what a ride! He made a half-hearted attempt to rise to his feet, but before he could manage it himself Satoshi got some very helpful assistance. The front of his shirt was jerked upward in an iron grip and the back of his skull sang in pain as he was slammed back forcefully against the 'glass' he'd just fallen through.<br/><br/>"You idiot! Do you have any idea how much danger you just put us all in?!" Someone, the policeman, was shouting into his face, droplets of spittle raining on the tip of Satoshi's nose, and he barely managed a toothy grin as he fought to catch his breath. "What's the problem, officer? It looked to me like everyone was coming along anyway. All I did was decide to tag along at the last minute, and I'm sure I gave you plenty of warning! Hardly my fault you couldn't manage to move your wide ass out of the way in time," Satoshi laughed breathlessly, a wild gleam in his eye as he met the officer's gaze. "Besides, isn't it<em>your</em>job to investigate situations like this? Or do you always let groups of civilians handle the really dangerous jobs, while you stay at the station and make sure no one runs off with your desk?"<br/><br/>Before the officer could respond, the bastard from the library was pushing between them, urging the policeman to calm down. His condescending tone irritated Satoshi even more now than it had earlier and he straightened his shoulders, drawing up to his full height to better meet the man's calm gaze. His breathing was still ragged, but he was quickly regaining control of himself as he smiled. He still had no idea what the bastard was talking about, but it certainly did sound interesting. "By all means then, mister, after you. Lead the way,<em>sensei</em>," Satoshi said with an exaggerated sweep of his arm.<br/><br/>Satoshi barely had time to move his back from the glass, however, when the others went rigid with alarm ahead of him. He turned to see what they were staring at and couldn't stop himself from gasping in surprise at the sight of...some kind of clone, or doppelganger, of the detective, with fierce glowing yellow eyes and a simply alien expression on his --<em>its</em>-- face. He slowly moved one hand to his pocket, preparing to draw his weapon in case the clone creature attacked, but the others seemed to have some experience in dealing with its kind. Satoshi barely noticed as the group split into two teams, with several of the others running off amid shouted promises to 'find her' and 'save her', whoever<em>her</em>was. In any case, he figured the real action was right in front of him, and he wasn't going anywhere yet.<br/><br/>The creature began to speak, and Satoshi watched in silence as the detective stood taking its verbal abuse before squaring his jaw and practically ordering it to stand aside. It actually took several moments for the officer to finish his own tongue lashing, and Satoshi stole a glance around at their surroundings as the detective talked the creature into submission. It was...beyond description, really. The laws of physics seemed to function more like guidelines, and the lighting felt unnatural. The fog that rolled around at their ankles moved strangely, according to no rules of fluid motion Satoshi was familiar with; it almost seemed alive, somehow. And from the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the edge of his own shadow seem to ripple, then go still.<br/><br/>He turned back just in time to witness the creature's apparent change of heart, and he watched with no small level of amazement as its lower body transformed from what Satoshi would have sworn was solid matter into a trail of mist, before further metamorphosing into some sort of card and falling to the ground.<em>'Alright, I'll hand it to them. That was pretty bizarre,'</em>Satoshi thought as he swept his eyes back and forth between the detective and his companions during their oh-so-touching scene together. The officer muttered something to himself, beyond Satoshi's hearing at least, and suddenly looked up at the air around his friends, apparently greatly surprised. Satoshi looked as well, but there was nothing there...wait...yes, there was! Strange...<em>figures</em>, apparitions of some kind seemed to be hovering around them all, their forms hazy and unclear, but definitely there.<br/><br/>"What the hell...what are you people talking about? Powers, darker halves? What<em>is</em>this...place..." Satoshi began to ask, but muffled shouts and the sounds of combat drifted out to them from behind the huge wooden doors ahead of them. He raised one eyebrow and glanced back at the others with a shrug. "Sounds to me like your friends have found pets of their own to play with." Satoshi said, his smile finally gone as he hurried to follow them through the doors.