A little surprised that the driver looked to simply be sleeping, Jun managed to keep it off of his face as he saw Hatcher fiddle with the lever-like device for a moment before simply pulling the door open. Jun firmly grasped the older man's hand in greeting and followed him up into the bus. He waved a hand dismissively at Hatcher's apology. “I understand your desire to have this business taken care of soon, it is much worse here than I... expected to find.” He seemed slightly distracted by a spot just over the man's left shoulder as he added, “Yes, the man who met me at the airport had the file and... eh, the photos also. This whole place has been filled with<em>kegare</em>... impurity, for lack of a better word...”<br/><br/>As Hatcher set out the provisions for him, Jun nodded slowly and began placing the items in pockets in his vest. It was clear that his employer was pushing himself to even sit this close the the source of his distress, and he had a good idea of what could be making it worse. Silently he put on a thoughtful expression and reached into one of his pockets and withdrew a long strand of beads carved with minute Kanji symbols. He securely wrapped them around his hand and leaned forward slightly to make a sudden shooing motion just above Hatcher's shoulder. A moment later his expression brightened once more and he nodded as if to himself. “Hatcher-san, you have done more than enough, such things are not meant to be dealt with by, forgive me, normal people. Even your short time here left you with a lingering spirit over your shoulder, but don't worry, before I go in I will place a ward on the bus for you, just to be safe.”<br/><br/>With a confident nod, as though that explained everything, Jun stood and bowed deeply before turning to go. As he stepped back onto the drive he turned and reached into a different pocket and withdrew a slip of paper with an intricately brushed design which he pressed onto the side of the bus' door, sticking it in place with the moisture from the still sparse rain. He immediately felt the<em>ofuda</em>take effect as it began to emit a faint amount of energy to repulse negative spirits, hopefully enough to keep his new employer safe... well, safer.<br/><br/>Jun made his way up to the main door quickly with every intention of catching up with his “coworkers” before they managed to get too far ahead, but hesitated when one of the large doors began opening of its own accord. It wasn't the opening door that worried him, per se, it was that he couldn't see what had done it... He checked to make sure his beads were secure on his hand and patted his pockets to reassure himself a bit before striding purposefully through into the foyer. With any luck there would be one or two others still nearby, the prospect of going through this place alone was suddenly much less appealing as he got a good look at the things floating around this veritable hell hole. As he was about to call out, the doors slammed into place behind him. “Nani kore? Yabai...” It looked as though the house itself, or whatever had control inside, had sealed the doors from being opened. He immediately muttered out a prayer and slammed his palm into the door in an attempt to purify the corrupt energy. For a moment it looked like it would work, but then he was thrown bodily away from the door as if by a silent explosion, and landed a good fifteen feet away in the center of the entryway. Looking up from the marble floor and wincing at his suddenly very sore back and arm, Jun realized something that he should have known much sooner. It was going to be a long day.