[h2][center][b]KIKUNOJO KICHIRO
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	Ah, yes. There it was. His dear old friend Mr. Headache, back again to park himself between the lobes of Kichiro's brain. He grit his teeth and pinched hard on the bridge of his nose. It had only taken him, what? Maybe an hour, to make an absolute ass of himself? That had to have been a record for him. 
	It didn't help that the little shades and wisps that inhabited the building were now in a small stir because of his knee-jerk reaction. For Kichiro it was like standing on a running carousel. Gravity seemed to shift and sway around him as minor entities swirled around him. He had to admit, he had been just a little jumpier than was necessary, but at least he wasn't the goon that had decided to cause a ruckus in an otherwise peaceful cafeteria.
	[color=3232df][i]Nah, Kichi[/i][/color], He thought ruefully, [color=3232df][i]you just made it worse. Another classic moment for the gag reel[/i][/color].
	And speaking of ruckus causing goons, a guy not older than himself was now standing and addressing everyone. Kichiro hadn't pinned him as the source of the impromptu rave a few minutes ago, but now he was... lecturing everyone? The guy was going to wreck his transmission switching gears like that. It was one thing to be big doofus and screw with people to get your jollies. Kichiro understood that, and respected it in a way. He was known to cause some trouble here and there himself. Acting all sanctimonious, however, and giving the old '[i]oh it was just a test and you are poorly lacking, la di da[/i]' rubbed him significantly the wrong way.
	When the fellow addressed him directly, Kichiro was so nonplussed he could only gape for a moment. The dude had just done quite literally the least necessary thing Kichiro had ever seen, then had the balls to turn to him and ask him if something were necessary. 
	“[color=3232df]Hey, Agent Dickmouth, if you-[/color]” Kichiro began when he found his voice, but the man in question was already striding away by that point. What the hell? He just talked a truck load of smack, then walked off like the big I-Am?
	Oooooooohh, no. There was a short list of things Kichiro was in the mood for, and this was not one of them.
	Kichiro jammed his hands in his pockets and strode out of the building, a plan formulating....

	[right][b][u]Elsewhere, in a nearby side-street...[/u][/b][/right]

	Kichiro knelt on the concrete in front of a small circle. Childish, eh? Unnecessary? He could do both of those things.
	“[color=3232df]You'll find him.[/color]” Kichiro said the small spirit he had called up. He sent another firm image of the man from the cafeteria.
	[color=9e0b0f][i]Confident yes. Restrained excitement. Mild confusion?[/i][/color] The feelings came in quick succession.
	“[color=3232df]Oh, I dunno. He's got some kind of headphone fetish, work with that.[/color]”
	The spirit flitted away, a barely audible giggle floating on the air behind it. 
	Kichiro cackled maniacally. He stood, brushed himself off, and lit a cigarette. Not his proudest moment, but sometimes it was the principle of the matter.
	It was only then that he saw the young woman walking down the street towards him. He had a moment of clarity, to wonder why he had decided to do this in the middle of the sidewalk, then attempted to surreptitiously scrub the arcane symbols away with his foot. She appeared to be focused on her phone. Kichiro hoped that she hadn't seen him gibbering like a loon to the empty air. Apparently he had image problems abound today.
[@LancerOfBlue]
	
	[right][u]-Back at the Agency...[/u][/right]
	Little, quickly manifested spirits aren't good for much, except small, simple tasks. As it were, wrecking things was about as simple as it got. The wisp made it's way to Bragi immediately, Kichiro's will keeping it on task. It remembered only two things: The man's face, and something about headphones. It reached out, and the headphones around Bragi's neck let out a hideous squeal of feedback before giving out two puffs of smoke and going silent.
[@13org]