"Admittedly, we're relying on some assumptions here, that they haven't somehow placed defenses to block scrying. But if they're attempting to avoid too much attention..."
The chalk was suddenly filled with a silvery light, travelling slowly along each line. Eventually, the entire chalk outline was glowing silver, and the symbol seemed to be pulled inward from the center, each layer of the circle descending further then the previous. Finally, at the bottom, the center circle grew translucent... and was abruptly filled with greyness.
"It's attempting to pinpoint their location," Toshiko explained, helpfully. "Any moment now... and..."
The grey was quickly proven to be a cloud layer, as their viewpoint rapidly rushed through it. It gave an unnerving sensation of falling when directly looked at. Below was what was an obvious aerial view of the city, becoming larger and larger as the scene rushed up to greet them. Suddenly, their viewpoint halted, and jerked to the left sharply, before giving the both of them a view of what appeared to be a somewhat dilapidated apartment building. It was in a rather more run down area of the city, buildings that were due for, but had not yet been, demolished. The viewpoint sank lower, sinking through the roof...
"When is our client going to be here already?!" one voice, squeaky and high-pitched, whined. The Japanese was fluent and there was no hint of an accent, but it belonged to
a short blonde girl. She was resting on what was a remarkably preserved couch, one foot bare, elevated, and bandaged. "Waiting this long in a crappy place like this is just ridiculous. We can't even get any good wards set up here! Jeez!"
"They said they might not be able to come very fast," responded
the other girl, taller and with black hair, "So just try and relax. You should be glad this room has a nice couch."
"Hmph, relax... my foot still hurts..." the short blonde continued to complain, "Stupid maid..."
The taller black-haired girl paused for a moment.
"... Do you feel like you're being watched?" she asked, looking about. The blonde sighed.
"What, do you think there's ghosts now or something?!"
"No, I-"
It was about then that the scrying spell reached its limit, fading away into regular chalk once more.