corrinesbell | 102. Charged

[It's been a rough day. Intermittent thunderstorms have kept Sheena inside, partially due to a...wariness of thunder and lightning (no fear that she would ever admit), and partially because of the accompanying downpour. Even between full-blown storms, rumblings and soaked, muddy ground are a great deterrent. Sheena's feeling cooped up and restless, and so as it gets darker and the sky starts to legitimately clear, she takes her journal and heads up to the roof. It's still overcast and damp in the air, but it's peaceful.

So the lightning strike takes her totally by surprise. It doesn't hurt or even do much damage - apart from leaving a few scorch marks on her clothes and the rooftop - but it sure makes her shout. Shaken, she moves to the opposite end of the roof after a few minutes of just staring, intending to get down and go back inside. And it happens again, knocking her off this time. Fortunately she's practiced in landing; unfortunately a very freaked-out ninja is now crouching against the front wall of house 18 with her journal open]

Something really weird is going on right now.

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[pinged once again.

It's as relentless as the damn rain.]

...what kind of "weird"?

It's like...

[hang on, certain situations turn her suspicion switch on]

Who're you?

My name is Ginko-- [he peers at the image]

I think we've met once before.

Many of the odd things happening this week are in my line of experience. Maybe it's something I can help you with. [he gives no more, and no less of an explanation than is necessary, for now]

You're not the one making us all hallucinate or anything, are you?

[because it didn't hurt either time, she's trying to convince herself that she's having flashbacks or visions or something. Instead of actually being hit with voltage.]

These are separate from the hallucinations-- they are living things from my world, called mushi. My area of study.

[doggedly] ...can you tell me what happened? Or what you saw?

[he'll get to watch a visual of it as it happens again in view of the journal, which because of muscles contracting she's now holding onto very tightly, unable to let go]

...That. [and that one stung.]

Where are you?

Outside of...h-house eighteen.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

[and, true to his word, it's not too long after that he arrives. Any lighting that approaches now will be sent harmlessly aside, to exactly the spot he damn well pleases.

He hasn't spent months speaking with Tsinku for nothing.]

Yo.

...Sheena, isn't it?