﻿<strong>Takeo Satoshi<br/>Time: June 5th, 2018. Monday, Midevening.<br/>Location: Mirrored World.<br/>Tagged: The Old and New Investigation Group.</strong><br/><br/>Satoshi was expecting the others to burst through the oversized doors without hesitation, but they drew up short as another group appeared from the direction of the window they'd traveled through earlier. A young man in dark, formal-looking clothes, and two exceptionally beautiful young women came dashing up to them, looking far less distraught than he would have expected. Well, two of them did; one of the women seemed about as out of sorts as he'd felt himself when he'd first arrived in this bizarre dimension.<br/><br/>The calmer woman and the man from the library exchanged greetings, and another strange, ethereal mist-being shimmered into sight beside her. Seemingly automatically, some sort of optical device slid home over her eyes and she began spouting information about a girl named Abigail Takeda -- no doubt the 'her' the others had been shouting about rescuing. Meanwhile, the younger man drew a wicked looking knife from one of his pockets, and Satoshi gave the blade and its wielder a curious glance. He again considered drawing his own weapon, but decided it was not yet time. Besides, there seemed enough firepower around him to handle anything dangerous they might encounter.<br/><br/>Satoshi gritted his teeth and followed quickly as the others raced inside, keeping his eyes sharp and absorbing as much of his surroundings as he could take in. Giant bugs, freakish creatures and impossible monsters seemed to line the hallways they ran down, but he often had barely even a few seconds to observe any of them before the others demonstrated their powers and laid waste to the beasts with little effort. But really, it was the voices and the imagery that kept Satoshi's attention wandering from the others. He listened carefully as they progressed further, filing away every nugget and tidbit of information he could glean from the phantasmic conversations.<br/><br/>So, whoever this Takeda girl was, it seemed she'd had a pretty rotten home life. Satoshi sniffed and rolled his eyes at some of the ghostly yells; if they were just taking the girl back to<em>that</em>, he wasn't so sure they were doing her any kind of favor. The man from the library stopped and gave a short lecture on what was causing them to witness such emotional outpourings, and Satoshi gave the place another, closer look. They were literally inside someone's mind! Seeing and learning their deepest thoughts and most intimate secrets! Satoshi felt the incorrigible snoop within himself practically jump for joy at the thought, but wisely managed to conceal his feelings from the others; clearly they didn't share his excitement at the prospect of a chance to understand another person so completely, and he doubted he'd get the opportunity to explore this place on his own for long, anyway.<br/><br/>The news of the mist's hazardous health effects did little to dampen his curiosity, and he found himself wishing he'd brought a flask or some kind of sampling kit. As Satoshi considered how one might go about collecting samples of mist from within somone else's mind and transport it back to the 'real' world, the 'team leader' (as the others appeared to regard him, at least) offered a chance for them to ask any lingering questions not already addressed. Satoshi's attention snapped back to the matter at hand, but although he felt positively bursting with questions, from the expressions on some of the others' faces it was plain to see they had no desire to spend much more time discussing things. And if there was one thing Satoshi had learned from a lifetime of poking others with questions, it was that it was far too easy to poke too hard or too much and shut down any chance of future inquiry. He wasn't going to let any of this go...but it could wait. For now.