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"That hurts-- I'm not controlling them, you're the one being a violent freak right now...!" she hissed, the commotion summoning even more staff dressed as orderlies to surround the two.

The shadows seemed only hesitant because they weren't meant to harm Kuon, herself. One moved forward and attempted to gently grab the woman, while one from behind moved and grabbed at Zenkichi's collar far more roughly than Ichinose had been handled.

Not controlling them.

She's not controlling them.

He heaves a deep breath, eyes bloodshot behind his mask as he's unsure himself. What if he gets attacked the moment he lets go. Is she lying? Why would she be lying, he attacked first-

She pushed him.

Pushed his arm to get to the fucking drawer.

Akane. Akane won't be happy. Let go. Let go, now.

"You're right, I can't be losing my shit like- DON'T TOUCH ME-!" He cuts himself off which might have been comedic in some other universe but in this he only releases Kuon and grabs the shadow by the neck to bash it against the wall. It shrieks as he swings his arm and practically tosses the shadow to the floor.

White labcoats. White zones. The lab. The doll's white hair.

"Don't touch me. Ever again." He heaves slowly, breath heavy as he clambered up and fell back against the wall.

Chaos-- it all erupted into chaos, and Kuon is just glad that he'd let go to attack another shadow. The one that had grabbed a hold of her scooted back, setting her on the ground and gingerly offering a hand to make sure she was okay. Which... she was. Shaky, still trembling, still backing the hell away from Zenkichi - but okay.

The rest of the shadows... they formed a barrier between the two, orderlies especially blocking off Kuon but... no further lunging. They stood still, anticipatory, ready to react.

Kuon looked up at the ceiling and scanned for a camera, spotting a lens that looked so much like one of Azathoth's eyes, and gave it a slow shake of her head - wordlessly, she's fine. She'll be fine.

"Maybe," Ichinose started, voice a bit dry in her throat as she peered suspiciously through the gap between the orderlies at the traumatized, violent soldier, "next time, you don't glue yourself to my hip if you can't contain your violence."

She turned, walking away at a brisk pace to hide how shaken she was, ignoring the shadows that were gently and kindly patting her back or touching her shoulder to check on her. Ignoring that a few followed along, making sure their 'coworker' was safe going through the halls.

His medication must have burned off with the use of rage earlier in the palace. There was no other explanation. Nothing else that could explain why did he feel such visceral anger at the blank gaze and the shadows that surrounded her. So much fucking white. He hates it. He hates it so much, every inch within him wanting to claw at his brain and turn off that senseless screeching threatening to make him erupt.

The shadow melts into the ground, not really even giving him the chance to shoot that damn scientist down.

"Just fucking leave already," he grunts in anger as he pushes himself off the wall and walks the other way. "I have no interest in seeing that doll-like face of yours."

Once he's sure no one's watching, aside from Doc, probably- there's Akane's text, asking him how long it is going to take him and Kuon to make it to the lab again. Or how long their break is supposed to be...if it even felt like one. He was on so much edge and then that woman just had to get close-

Safe room. There's this distortion which feels lighter here. He shuffles inside and waits, thankful for none of the cameras in this section of the palace as he falls back onto the plush sofa and removes his jacket. The decanter is there- hovering in the inner pocket as he picks it up and leans back, chugging the whiskey as he shakes his head.

What the hell is happening to him? His life never had this much...noise before. There was silence and the utterance of orders. What is he doing here, drinking about the fact that he was violent against Kuon Ichinose of all people?

Akane's calling.

He hangs up the call.

He grabs the medicine strapped to his waist- procuring the syringe as he refills it carefully. Fingers shaking, he rolls up his sleeves and finds the port attached to the area just above his elbow. Slipping the needle in, he injects it directly into his system. The one on his neck always hurt like a bitch even when he injected himself during emergencies.

The high leaves, error messages coming and collapsing before his eyes as he relaxes on the sofa. Honestly? He wouldn't even mind sleeping here.

Just...needs to collect his thoughts a little...about everything.

Meanwhile somewhere in whatever part of the palace, Ichinose lingered, her phone rang.

Ichinose had gone up the elevator and through a few halls, distancing herself from the cafeteria. Sure, Zenkichi could probably track her down, but the distance gave her time if she needed to react.

A little staff room was a helpful enough reprieve, especially with the shadows still lumbering around after her. She didn't bother talking to them or smiling for them, and settled on a little plastic chair at a table, trying to will her hands to stop shaking from adrenaline. One of the shadows placed a cup of water out for her, and she gave it a little nod.

Ringing. Phone ringing. Both of them, actually - maybe it was Takuto. That'd be nice, hearing his voice-- but once she fished out the phone with the working mic, her chest clenched.

Akane.

She answered, turning it on speaker.

"What?"

Akane had their signal. Thankfully- even if the map itself was a bit uncertain. However while she could easily locate Kuon, Zenkichi's signal was slightly faint. Navigating between different realms was difficult as is.

"Can you confirm Wolf's location?"

"I left him in the cafeteria. He didn't follow me," she answered flatly, plainly.

"Wha-" she blinks in confusion. "Then why the hell can't I read his presence? He has to be somewhere in the palace though...wherever that is."

There was a pause. Clacking of keys following right in the silence.

"His systems detect recently injected cognitive stabilizers...that's not good," Akane mutters- masking the anxiety in her words. "Okay. Ichinose. What did you do?"

"Gave him a light shove against his arm and told him to scoot so I could get a spoon," she answered, crossing her arms and leaning against the table. "He panicked and grabbed me by the arm, lifted me off the ground. Takuto's shadows intervened to pull me out of his grip since he wasn't responding to me telling him to put me down."

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