"Yes. Not the longest I've been stuck, though." Then again, Kamui's never landed anywhere, or when, that stripped his abilities away from him entirely. Although a bit of his power's returned to him over the months, even now he can't pick up on the kinds of special points they'd used to hunt down the Death Balls. It's unnerving: like fumbling around in the darkness. He's dealing, though. Wouldn't survive here otherwise.
Unfortunately for Travis, the staff room's not all that interesting. When Kamui unlocks the door, it opens to what could be any other employee break room: a slightly shabby couch, a small table surrounded by a few folding chairs, a cramped kitchenette for the arcade staff to microwave lunches on. About the only sign that it's an arcade are the handful of abandoned gacha toy capsules on the break room table.
"Anyway, it's a long story. So I'll keep it concise." He makes a beeline for the cupboard under the sink, continuing along as he rummages around for the first aid kit. "Instead of dealing with a collection of cursed items, the Enma Department sat on it, until the curse intensified and broke out into the rest of Jigoku-cho. For days, it rained blood. We were all seeing things, too. Hallucinations and mirages that actually attacked us." He pauses, uncomfortable, then admits: "There's... actually still some pockets of curse around. That's why I had to ask if you were really--
Ah. There it is." With the first aid kit now in hand, he straightens up and turns back around to Travis-- only to register that the man's been staring.
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Unfortunately for Travis, the staff room's not all that interesting. When Kamui unlocks the door, it opens to what could be any other employee break room: a slightly shabby couch, a small table surrounded by a few folding chairs, a cramped kitchenette for the arcade staff to microwave lunches on. About the only sign that it's an arcade are the handful of abandoned gacha toy capsules on the break room table.
"Anyway, it's a long story. So I'll keep it concise." He makes a beeline for the cupboard under the sink, continuing along as he rummages around for the first aid kit. "Instead of dealing with a collection of cursed items, the Enma Department sat on it, until the curse intensified and broke out into the rest of Jigoku-cho. For days, it rained blood. We were all seeing things, too. Hallucinations and mirages that actually attacked us." He pauses, uncomfortable, then admits: "There's... actually still some pockets of curse around. That's why I had to ask if you were really--
Ah. There it is." With the first aid kit now in hand, he straightens up and turns back around to Travis-- only to register that the man's been staring.
"Um. Is everything okay, Trav?"