Night 44: Second Floor Kitchen

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The light from the flashlight held up over Lunge's shoulder gleamed whiteback at him in the darkness from the walls. Metal glinted silver from the corners of his vision and handles winked from the doors of cabinets and lips of drawers. Only when he was sure that the work surfaces and tiled floor were completely free of life did he finally step aside, albeit more from the decision that there was no need to back out than out of concern for Sheena's safety. Even so, he kept his back firmly against the wall and his senses primed for stimuli; only last night had he been ambushed by no fewer than three monsters in what he had assumed was a perfectly safe area, and given the sheer number of hiding places the kitchen had to offer he didn't want to take any chances.

"There's a sink over there," he said, gesturing with his free hand, "and my guess is that any one of those drawers could contain knives, if you change your mind."
 

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Mizuho. Another Japanese word, although his grip on the language wasn't so strong that he could grasp at any sort of meaning. The dish-cloth slid a little way across the counter towards him. Lunge ignored it and continued searching the drawers for other potentially useful items- just as Sheena offered the second part of her explanation. His hand froze over the steel prongs of a barbecue fork.

"... not from Earth. I see."

No. No, he didn't see. Not at all.

First Scourge and now Sheena. With the thinnest of sighs he resisted the urge to conveniently 'forget' that sudden revelation and instead continued the conversation, pausing only to begin the process of piecing together a rough estimation of the kind of universe she supposedly inhabited- or at least, seemed to think she inhabited. Both hands were full, but he set down the knife to place the left one against the counter as he asked, "What exactly is a 'sister world'?"

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

As Sheena tested the stove controls with a critical eye, so answered Lunge.

"A sister world is on that is linked to another through mana. Think of mana as a planet's life force. It exists in every living thing on a planet," she said. "There's a mana stream that connects Sylvarant and Tethe'alla together. It's the only thing left from when the two worlds were one."

That wasn't completely true as the Tower of Salvation was shared between the two worlds, but she didn't want to get into all that. "But they were split apart four thousand years ago, so I can't say much regarding that."

She shut the gas off and her eyes turned to the various cooking pots hanging on the wall. They were pretty decent quality.

[herr-inspektor.livejournal.com]

Along came Sheena's answer, and with it the familiar tapping of Lunge's hand as he typed out her description, albeit with a little hesitation. It was all completely impossible, of course. Scientifically speaking, the explanation was baseless nonsense. But the trouble was, that was precisely what he himself would have said about the entire Institute's very existence- and here he was, scavenging knives from Martin Landel's kitchen cupboard.

But this he had evidence for. This was reality. He didn't have to believe Sheena's supposed origins, just accept them.

And if he was going to accept one impossible thing...

"If you don't mind my asking," he started again, glancing sideways at her as she examined the range of cooking pots hanging nearby, "are you some sort of ninja?"

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

Then ninja caught the weird typing motion of Lunge's hand out of the corner of her eye and she raised an eyebrow. Whatever. Old people were weird sometimes.

"I am - a guardian fighter to be exact. Master of the Igaguri Style and the Mizuho chief's granddaughter," she replied easily. She then gave Lunge a small smile. "Am I the first ninja you've knowingly met?"

[herr-inspektor.livejournal.com]

The typing stopped, but onto for the briefest of moments. So. This meant he was dealing with someone who was- or at least believed she was- a ninja from another universe.

It was gratifying to know that his observations had been correct, but by this point, Inspector Lunge wasn't suspending his disbelief so much as holding it for ransom. "Apparently so," he answered, the corner of his mouth twitching a fraction. "You don't tend to find many ninja where I'm from."

The next drawer along was empty- at least, it didn't have anything worth picking up.

[mizuhomaiden.livejournal.com]

"You don't find many in Tethe'alla either; Mizuho is the only village of us left and we don't exactly associate much with the rest of the world. Sylvarant doesn't have any," Sheena replied. "There are a lot of ninja here, though, from all sorts of worlds, so I'm sure you'll come across another one."

The ninja made her way to the fridge and opened it to take a brief look inside before moving to the pantry. Hopefully, they had what she needed.

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