<strong>Chisato Arikawa<br/>Time: June 5th, 2018. Monday, 5 PM<br/>Location: The Mirrored Dojo<br/>Tagged: Old / New Investigation Groups</strong><br/><br/>Chisato was actually surprised that she<em>didn't</em>react with a startle when Rise and Shine addressed her. Her nerves felt almost burnt out, like that surge of terror and adrenaline had left her, at least for the moment, unable to panic. It was a detached, vaguely unhealthy-feeling sort of calmness. "I..." At the same time, Rise's words only half-registered. From what she was processing, she realized that she had no idea what was being spoken of.<br/><br/>...Why was Rise Kujikawa, former teen idol, talking like she was some kind of exorcist? Shine, too, but that sort of fit him; he was a creepy young man running an occult shop with an eyepatch, the sort of person she might expect to get sucked into mirror worlds by ghosts. Those two were talking; so it<em>was</em>some kind of ghost.<br/><br/>The group of people rushing by was more a curiosity than a shock. Rise summoning some kind of... monster, if it could even be called that, elicited a gasp, and Chisato took a hasty step back. She wished that reality would slow down, would give her time to process what was going on, why Rise suddenly had magical powers and why there was a dojo, but... But that wasn't going to happen. Right. So, no sense dwelling on it.<br/><br/>She shook her head vigorously when Shine approached, breaking herself out of that reverie. "...Right. Thank you. I... have absolutely no idea what's going on," she admitted in a half-awed, half-amused-sounding voice. "But... I'll be fine. I'm sorry, I just... it was..." She pursed her lips, gave a smaller shake of her head. "...Don't worry about me. I'll hold myself together," she promised, punctuating it with a nod. "Let's... let's go."<br/><br/>In a way, the fact that<em>nothing</em>made any sense to her made this easier. With no frame of reference in this place for what should be real or normal, the absurdity somehow became easier to process.