FogOverLondon
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While Reishin acquainted himself with Natsumi, Okita and Ole searched the perused the second floor basement of the Ninth; it being filled with lab tables deep into the underground and a decent number of researchers scurrying about, eyeing the two Eighth division members for their obvious misplacement within the grounds.
Finally one of the lab coated Shinigami, without even looking up from the smokey green substance bubbling within a large beaker, spoke to them.
"Can I help you?" he said with a hint of disdain.
Ole looked at Okita, having never located his companion Dokon, and the dark haired warrior stepped to the edge of the table.
"We're looking for some fireworks, would that be on this floor?"
The odd request drew more of the researcher's attention away from, what the two men could only assume was an experiment of some kind and he met Okita's gaze across the plane.
The tables were uniform, spread neatly apart in a grid, spanning most of the length of the room, took up only roughly a third of the room, although based on the way they were spaced seemed to be almost half. Behind them were clear walls, separating individual rooms for more volatile or potentially poisonous substances and to their left, past the long stretch of lab tables was about six meters of open space that provided some loading room to the storehouse for that floor. Next to it was a cargo elevator, much larger than the smaller passenger elevator that they had arrived in.
Ole figeted, his large Russian frame drawing more attention to them as the researcher prepared to answer them.
The man wore glasses and braced his clipboard against his torso, pointing to the storehouse with his free hand.
"Make sure you sign them out, you'll get in a lot of trouble if you don't." he said slowly, as if talking to children.
Ole rudely turned to his left and bounded for the open area and Okita nodded his head, substitutive of a bow.
"Thank you." he said.
Their goal was close and, in his eagerness to prove himself, Okita hoped just a little that the other teams were slower at deciphering their clues.
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Finally one of the lab coated Shinigami, without even looking up from the smokey green substance bubbling within a large beaker, spoke to them.
"Can I help you?" he said with a hint of disdain.
Ole looked at Okita, having never located his companion Dokon, and the dark haired warrior stepped to the edge of the table.
"We're looking for some fireworks, would that be on this floor?"
The odd request drew more of the researcher's attention away from, what the two men could only assume was an experiment of some kind and he met Okita's gaze across the plane.
The tables were uniform, spread neatly apart in a grid, spanning most of the length of the room, took up only roughly a third of the room, although based on the way they were spaced seemed to be almost half. Behind them were clear walls, separating individual rooms for more volatile or potentially poisonous substances and to their left, past the long stretch of lab tables was about six meters of open space that provided some loading room to the storehouse for that floor. Next to it was a cargo elevator, much larger than the smaller passenger elevator that they had arrived in.
Ole figeted, his large Russian frame drawing more attention to them as the researcher prepared to answer them.
The man wore glasses and braced his clipboard against his torso, pointing to the storehouse with his free hand.
"Make sure you sign them out, you'll get in a lot of trouble if you don't." he said slowly, as if talking to children.
Ole rudely turned to his left and bounded for the open area and Okita nodded his head, substitutive of a bow.
"Thank you." he said.
Their goal was close and, in his eagerness to prove himself, Okita hoped just a little that the other teams were slower at deciphering their clues.
[365/1564]
