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[h3][b][color=00aeef]Chinami Nadakai[/color][/b][/h3][/center]

With her resolve solidified, the desk of the room she lurked within swiftly yielded a sheet of notepaper. Smiling, Chinami returned to the center of the room and crouched down, her Spirit leaving a single foot extended up to her floor while continuing to keep watch of the lower. Placing the paper in physical contact with her Spirit, Chinami exhaled another bead of the stress she'd been carrying all day, as a multitude of visions bloomed before her again.

Humming near-inaudibly to herself, the Goth browsed carefully for the version of the paper that she desired, a version where she had written a personalized note to Dr. Nightman, a note that would thoroughly convey her unwavering position. As she did so and the meeting continued below, she slowly whittled the options down, word by word, idealizing her choice as much as possible. Eventually, she found it, and a quick twice over of the contents got her stamp of approval.
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[color=00aeef][i]To whom it may concern, one Doctor Nightman,

Perhaps if you know as much as you claim to know about me, then you can discern some method by which this missive was delivered. And if you are as intelligent as I have come to credit you for, then you can easily discern from whom this missive originates. Regardless, for the sake of a veneer of anonymity, I shall not be "naming any names", as it were. It might seem as though I am going to entirely unnecessary lengths for this transcription, but I assure you, provided context, nothing could be further from the truth.

I should assert, first and foremost, that my past is one I am quite eager to leave behind me. Rather, it is truer to say I have long since done so. My childhood was, to say the least, not ideal. I grew up too fast and understood the world in terms no child ever should. However, in a cruel irony, that rapid evolution is the only thing that let me survive. Regardless, the objective trauma I experienced left very little impact on me, but perhaps that is a concern of its own. So, indeed, while I can acknowledge that what one may find in perusing such events is troublesome to the extreme, I can also assert firmly that such things have no bearing on the me of today. Whether it be by divine or demonic blessing, I have always possessed an iron will, one I have used to overcome all such obstacles and rejoin proper society.[/i]

[i]I am aware that the life I lived back then was unideal, and even in that time, I strove to escape it. So, you must understand, to have that life that I have gone to exceptional lengths to bury brought to light... and to threaten my prosperity -to not respect my freedom of choice- even after I have made my position abundantly clear? It has made me very angry, to the point that I almost did something I would likely regret, and it is the primary reason that I shall not be meeting you personally in any capacity if I can help it. To be clear, I am not threatening you. No, such irrationality is beneath my goals. What are those goals? Simple.

To live a peaceful and productive civilian life.

If you know me as well as you imply, then you may already know that, but it should be emphasized that there is nothing in this world that I value more than that goal. I am being entirely serious, without hyperbole. To that end, regardless of any methods I might use or any perceptions to the contrary, so long as they fall within the bounds of societal and legal norms, is it not my right to live as I see fit? This is why I have no intention of complying with your office under any circumstances, and I will not allow my way of life to be judged or altered by the impudent.[/i]

[i]I will go to whatever lengths I must to preserve the quiet life I deserve. You have threatened my schooling, a vital core to obtaining that life. If you have the sway to browbeat Kiburi's, then my legal path is clear. Effective immediately, I shall be tendering my transfer to Mephisto's, as for better or worse, I know that the likes of your office cannot reach me there. Feel free to attempt to call my bluff, but the reality is that I am calling yours. This will be done regardless of whatever steps you take next, regardless of whether you choose to desist from following through with your threat. I have no intention of wasting time and energy being worried about a looming possibility, fighting pointless legal battles or leaving things to chance. Instead, I shall do as I always have and take fate into my own hands.

Perhaps, I am blowing things out of proportion. This is a fair possibility. But I have found it is much more efficient to avoid any obstacle I cannot easily overcome outright. And if I cannot avoid them? Hold nothing back. I genuinely hope this is the last we hear of either of each-other and wish you the best in your efforts with those that actually need and accept them.

Sincerely, an inconvenienced someone who's rather miffed by the egregious invasion of privacy.[/i][/color]
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Yes, this one would do nicely. She allowed the transformation process to pause, holding off on applying it, as she intended to enforce a change of location as well with this same usage, hopefully placing the letter in a place the doctor would notice.

Refocusing her attention on the room below, Chinami noted with some unease the slumped form of the brunet boy. That was... odd. Her Spirit squinted its enhanced vision at the boy, as her gut clenched uncomfortably. He was [i]asleep[/i]. [i]What?[/i] Everything she'd seen about this boy thus-far had indicated he was the type to stay fairly wired, especially after that confrontation. She'd barely focused her attention away for a minute or two to conserve energy, and yet, he was somehow pacified? Where had all that energy gone?!

Chinami's thoughts raced along at an accelerated pace in the face of her alarm, as Doctor Nightman stood and seemingly checked on the boy, before heading towards the door. Even if she wasn't paying direct attention, her Spirit still fully committed what it experienced to her own memory, and what it had seen minutes ago was the Doctor leading the boy through something he referred to as "guided meditation"... something that apparently worked with genuinely unnatural speed. As far as she knew, people that atagonistic and high-energy did [i]not[/i] take to meditation so easily!

Fuck, the Doctor [i]did[/i] have a Gift... likely a mental one. It made too much sense. Even if it weren't being used maliciously, it made way too much sense for a therapist to have something like that. If he'd been around as long as he claimed, then the odds were frankly quite low that he had survived without one while talking to so many volatile people with his current highly invasive -near directly antagonistic- manner of drawing them to him. Such a Gift was frankly way too useful, way too appropriate for his line of work.

Something was [i]wrong[/i]. Or was it? Chinami didn't know anymore, but her instincts -or perhaps paranoia- were screaming at her. Swallowing thickly, Chinami shook her head. No, it didn't matter. All she had to do was deliver the letter and exfiltrate. She didn't have room to worry about other people right now, and besides, perhaps she had misjudged the sleeping boy in her analysis. Perhaps he was experienced with meditation. Maybe he'd come here while already exhausted and stressed; it would certainly explain his irrational behavior. Whatever the case, it wasn't her problem.

As Nightman opened the door, Chinami allowed the transformation to complete, the letter taking its new form for the next three hours and placing itself in the Doctor's pocket. Immediately, alarm bells were sounding in her head, as the Doctor reached for his pocket with almost prescient precision, withdrawing the letter no more than a moment after its placement. On the one hand, she had expected perhaps the appearance of the letter's bulk might alert him or the crinkling sound of it in time with his movements, but the way he reacted-!

[color=00aeef][i]Yeah, fuck this.[/i][/color]

As she began to retract her Spirit fully back to her side, things got even worse. A cold hand of dread took hold of the Goth's heart, as Nightman turned and focused his eyes unerringly upon the position she resided on the floor above. [color=00aeef][i]A mental Gift with a sensory aspect?![/i][/color] He was addressing her directly now. No names had been used, but she had every reason to suspect he knew [i]exactly[/i] who she was! Even through her raw panic, something about his words nearly stupefied her with indignity. [color=00aeef]"Voyerism?"[/color] Her Spirit voiced aloud in disbelief. [color=00aeef]"[i]Privacy[/i]?"[/color] it all but spat at Nightman, only its head still extending to the room below. [color=00aeef]"You're one to talk. The well between us has already been irreversibly poisoned by your arrogance,"[/color] it hissed, as Chinami squeezed her eyes shut to suppress the fresh swell of fury at the hypocrisy, her very soul voicing some of the anger she could normally withhold. She'd already switched gears to a more peaceful resolution; if she switched tracks again now and impulsively acted on emotion, she'd go even further over the line than she'd originally planned! [color=00aeef]"And on that note, [i]no[/i], I don't think we will."[/color]

Chinami startled, as the door to her hiding place opened in time with the retraction of her Spirit. She'd let her guard down! Immediately rectifying that state of affairs with the extension of her soul protectively enveloping her body, the Goth inwardly seethed, as her heart pounded in freshly renewed fear. Indeed, in the face of a man that almost [i]had[/i] to possess a mental Gift to be where he was today, the very prospect of being anywhere [i]near[/i] him... of him potentially rifling through her head and messing with who she was... It suddenly filled Chinami with a genuine mortal, existential [i]terror[/i] that swept through her body, practically stealing her breath away.

It was good that she was already crouching on all-fours, because if she had been standing, the shivers that abruptly made her body subtly tremble might have put her there. She could barely perceive the voice of the new man in the suit, as her heart thundered in her ears. But through her Spirit's own uncompromising awareness... she comprehended enough. She- She wasn't a [i]patient[/i]! Fury intermingled with her fear, as her abruptly wounded Pride flushed her system clean enough to [i]act[/i]. She hadn't lost sight of her goal, and right now, that was to escape!

To her accelerated vision alone, it was as if dozens of ghosts of her true body took form within the room... all too many of them impulsively taking violent actions, presumably against the man who had entered. Really, all that emphasized for her was just how on edge she already knew she was, that so many of her possibilities were resorting to violence so quickly. But several were in various stages of heading backwards towards the window...

[color=00aeef][i]Damn it all.[/i][/color]

She'd miscalculated badly, and there was no way to retrieve the letter now without undue risk. The Doctor knew she could teleport things now. Rather, if the speed of his awareness and likely mental Gift were any clue, he'd have to be an ignoramus not to. In that case, there was no point in concealing the ability from his possible subordinate. The worst person possible to find out in this building already had. All that said, there was absolutely no reason for her to continue to allow him to change the game on her.

Chinami reached out to those possibilities of herself, of the other hers that had ignored all this nonsense and risk and stayed home for the day, safely in her room. Even without being able to see the location, she was familiar enough with it, with the feeling of the potential changes she could manifest there. She reached out for the shade of herself, connected it to her current existence and made to fuse with her choice.

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