Left. Then a right. Then follow the hallway down a little bit. Kotsuko stopped just short of the corner of the hallway leading to the next corridor, not wanting to proceed any further yet. There was another camera there, watching the area for anything unusual. Before proceeding, Kotsuko gathered up his chakra in preparation. His magnetic chakras were potent, and the perfect tool for him in this situation. As he stepped out from around the corner, the young boy let out a small, concentrated burst of magnetic energy. The camera wouldn't stand a chance, the magnetic fields frying its circuity temporarily. Kotsuko didn't need long, only a few moments. He hurried through the hall, still maintaining the technique. Once he was past the camera's field of vision, he let go of the technique—the little mechanical eye came back to life again. This hospital was a tough place to get through, but the young boy was up to it. The front desk hadn't been nearly this hard. The people working there were too busy on their work, and the doctors walking around had too many patients to notice on young boy sneaking in. Once he'd gotten inside, things got a bit trickier. Not impossible, though. You just had to know when the right time to go was. With the right timing and a calm head, getting around was really not too bad. Besides, the young boy saw the whole thing more like a game than anything. It was an interesting challenge. One that he was up to.
The really hard part was the cameras. Kotsuko's magnetic fields would scramble their signal, creating nothing but static for as long as it was active. He knew there must be someone watching the video screens, but he usually only had the technique active for a couple moments at a time. He figured with the amount of cameras in this building, they couldn't possibly notice a camera going dead for a second or two every once in a while. Kotsuko knew there was a chance that he'd be discovered, but if that were to happen he was sure that he'd be able to figure something out. After all, he had a tongue as silver as the iron sands that he controlled. He'd be able to figure something out. Hopefully.
As he continued down the hallways, his coat flapped behind him from the speed at which he walked. The small gourds of iron sand at his hips swayed as he walked, their contents heavy and plentiful. His cloud grey eyes scanned the doors on either side of him, looking for the intended destination of today's excursion. He was about to turn down another corridor, figuring that it wasn't around here, that he spotted it: the supply room. Walking directly towards the unassuming door, Kotsuko noticed the standard lock and deadbolt on the door. The young boy smirked, thinking how easy this whole thing was. He waved a hand over the lock, his magnetic chakra turning the metal tumbles inside. It took no time at all for the deadbolt to snap open, allowing the door to swing freely on its hinges. The young boy stepped inside, locking the door behind him as he did. He figured that, from the outside, he'd want everything to look like how it normally would. Turning around, he took a look at the room before him. Beakers and instruments, tools of all sorts, and equipment that you wouldn't even think of were there. All well documented, too. Kotsuko grinned a little, making sure there weren't any cameras in this room. Seeing that there weren't he reached for his back pocket.
He pulled out a small black book and a pencil. The young boy flipped open the book, licking his fingers in between turning the page. He began to scribble something down, then took to walking down the aisles of the storage room. He would look at an object, then make a note. Sometimes he'd pick things up, looking at them and examining their materials. Then he'd write down more scribbles. As he did, he'd mumble just a slight bit to himself. "Erlenmeyer Flask, check. Volumetric Beaker, check. Precision surgical tools, check. IV drips, check..." His focus was intense. He was intent on this task, whatever it was. The young boy was still listening for any other sort of movement around him, but his attention was obviously on the supplies. So far he hadn't taken anything. He'd just written down notes. What the heck was Kotsuko up to?
The really hard part was the cameras. Kotsuko's magnetic fields would scramble their signal, creating nothing but static for as long as it was active. He knew there must be someone watching the video screens, but he usually only had the technique active for a couple moments at a time. He figured with the amount of cameras in this building, they couldn't possibly notice a camera going dead for a second or two every once in a while. Kotsuko knew there was a chance that he'd be discovered, but if that were to happen he was sure that he'd be able to figure something out. After all, he had a tongue as silver as the iron sands that he controlled. He'd be able to figure something out. Hopefully.
As he continued down the hallways, his coat flapped behind him from the speed at which he walked. The small gourds of iron sand at his hips swayed as he walked, their contents heavy and plentiful. His cloud grey eyes scanned the doors on either side of him, looking for the intended destination of today's excursion. He was about to turn down another corridor, figuring that it wasn't around here, that he spotted it: the supply room. Walking directly towards the unassuming door, Kotsuko noticed the standard lock and deadbolt on the door. The young boy smirked, thinking how easy this whole thing was. He waved a hand over the lock, his magnetic chakra turning the metal tumbles inside. It took no time at all for the deadbolt to snap open, allowing the door to swing freely on its hinges. The young boy stepped inside, locking the door behind him as he did. He figured that, from the outside, he'd want everything to look like how it normally would. Turning around, he took a look at the room before him. Beakers and instruments, tools of all sorts, and equipment that you wouldn't even think of were there. All well documented, too. Kotsuko grinned a little, making sure there weren't any cameras in this room. Seeing that there weren't he reached for his back pocket.
He pulled out a small black book and a pencil. The young boy flipped open the book, licking his fingers in between turning the page. He began to scribble something down, then took to walking down the aisles of the storage room. He would look at an object, then make a note. Sometimes he'd pick things up, looking at them and examining their materials. Then he'd write down more scribbles. As he did, he'd mumble just a slight bit to himself. "Erlenmeyer Flask, check. Volumetric Beaker, check. Precision surgical tools, check. IV drips, check..." His focus was intense. He was intent on this task, whatever it was. The young boy was still listening for any other sort of movement around him, but his attention was obviously on the supplies. So far he hadn't taken anything. He'd just written down notes. What the heck was Kotsuko up to?
Yakkai Sainou walked down the hallway, his white doctor's coat fluttering behind him. Though his attire screamed woman, as did his layer of make-up, the way he strode gave away his true gender. Flicking a blonde strand from his line of sight, Sainou produced a ring of keys from his pocket. The clinging of said keys, mingled with the clicking of his heels, made his approach to the inventory room rather obvious. He was in need of some satsu root, something that was kept locked away due to its horrible habit of producing toxic fumes when not handled properly.