Listen closely and you should be able to hear

Eh? ... Che. Did I fall asleep in Kantarou's house? [...] Hmph. He better not have tried to lure me in with food while I was looking for Muu-chan.

Though... something seems different. Alot of the old furniture is missing, and there are some new cracks in the walls. ...Heh! I hope it falls down on him someday. Good riddance. I'll try and warn onikui ahead of time.

[He lets out a tired grunt, giving his arms a stretch.] Well, I don't want to have to stay here a minute longer than necessary. Let's look for Muu-chan and go back home.

Muu-chan~ Are you in here?

[The tip of his foot hits the communicator.] Huh? ... What the heck is this thing?

[BZZZZAP!] OUCH! Grr... that's a nasty trick! [He starts stomping on it.] Take this, and this! Stupid thing!

[Connection is lost.]

[[ooc Haruka is being affected by Namine's chip event! His memories have been rewritten as if he is Sugino, the proud and oftentimes selfish-minded white tengu. As such, he won't remember anything about Discedo, or the things that he should as Haruka.]]

[BZZZZAP! The communicator emits its periodic shock. A transmission is coming through and it is fiercely smacked away by a hand, where it tumbles across the floor only to end up on its side.]

Ugh...

[In that small view, one can see that the room has been entirely wallpapered with ofuda. Nothing more than a mass of paper and ink. But that's not all. Among the sounds of the jingling scales (and there are quiet a few of them in this room), Haruka can be seen crouched down on the floor. Obviously anguished by something unknown, if not in pain.]

S-... stop it...

[Slowly, he pushes himself up to stand on his feet, breathing harshly and trying not to look up at the walls. Almost deliberately. He brings a hand to his mouth, sounding as if he is going to be sick.]

You bastard...!

[When he finally looks up, his eyes look as if they've changed from their calm hue to something more predatory. Even his teeth look slightly more sharpened when he speaks, as raw electricity can be heard crackling around him.]

DISAPPEAR!

[Suddenly a powerful shock of thunder rips through the room in a bright flash and a jingling from the rings of his shakujou. The view of the room disappears in this light, until--a few seconds later--only Haruka can be seen holding onto his staff among a scattering of black feathers that disappear like illusions. The walls are scorched and blackened. Burned as if they've been sliced apart by a lightening bolt.

Wearily, he looks up.] An... illusion?

Heh. Stop... screwing... [He starts to topple over.] ...around. [THUD.]

[[ooc Haruka just got a taste of his own medicine forgotten memories, compliments of the Medicine Seller's chip event. Expect a delay in any tags as he's not going to be feeling so hot.]]

[BBBZZAP! Haruka lets out a angry growl, tossing the communicator to one side. It clatters noisily onto the floor.]

Dammit, it wasn't supposed to-- [Stomping around] Aaah! I hate how messed-up this place is! I can remember pouring that tea with enough leaves in it to give it taste, but it ended up just hot water that day when I could finally go back to work!

[Muttering, he goes to pick his communicator back up. The audio mode is switched off with an audible click.]

I'm fine. I just thought that would have more time. Geh. Usually that sensation isn't so unpleasant.

Of course as soon as I am free to go out, another murder makes the city unsafe to travel alone in. If I had them back, I wouldn't give a damn.

[[ooc Aack! I didn't realize that so much time had passed! orz]]