[color=fdc68a][center][h1]RIM MIKAGURA[/h1][/center][/color]
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[color=fdc68a][i]'Did he say he was working today?'[/i][/color]

It was the only thought running through Rim’s head as he stared out across the bay, the dread in his gut growing in proportion with the number of monsters he watched approach the field hospital.

[color=fdc68a][i]'He was still in bed when I left this morning…'[/i][/color]

Fuck. He really had no recollection of what the schedule was like this week. Another failing to add to the pile. At least this one he could fix if he left right now, if he ran till his lungs bled. The usual magical troupe would be fine to handle the gate on their own. 

Rim responded to Shinjuku with a half-hearted shrug before leaping off the ship, his cloth once again unfurling and trailing loosely with him. If he was to get on Shibuya’s good side then it would be best to heed her requests. As he floated, he could spot the floundering rookie on the left, just as she had said.

[color=fdc68a]“Aight, let’s try this.”[/color]

Still airborne, he manifested a marble sphere about the size of a van below him, planting both feet on its top and straightening his knees with an almost supersonic snap. The giant cannonball rocketed down towards the oni and the girl but Rim did not stay to observe the result. Whether it missed or crushed the oni, or even the girl, there would be others to deal with that. The field hospital was his only priority.

He couldn't recall the last time he ran this desperately.