Small meet. . . [Private Requesting Hissori]

[Keigo Oen]

Nodding off himself, he would step out from his desk into the fray of the night. Sending a notation to the Sennin of the Medical branch to have a word with the fellow to ensure the things to be done there being done. The now Sennin Tamashii would beg to get some questions answered in his own right. He was managing to figure things out to an extent, but there was far greater things to be had. With a spider sense of being quite keen on the details. . . and just like those spiders he held one with him. . . a black widow scarlet spider within his mask.

"Hmph. . . Time to meet the relatives. . .", he's speak almost cryptically as he would rise from his desk and sift through the darkness as he would appear infront of the Hope Hospital. Tama had left Souji a note allowing him to know, what was going to happen what he was doing. As the Clan head he had to let Souji know. . . else he'd be in alot of trouble. "Ii Hissori. . .", he'd sigh as he would leap into the hospital. The smell of disease and cold air seemed stagnant to Tama, he wasnt used to it. HE hated it honestly but it was for the growth of the nation. . . in some ways Tama looked to the future rather than holding onto the past. . . Either way it would be credible to believe that this would be something of a. . . quaint meeting.

Shifting back into the normal sight he would shake his head, "I'm looking for Ii Hissori. . ." he'd speak tot he startled receptionist. He was behind the mask spiraled into a shut only revealing one eye. . . the other eye was under some changes he would be having a look at soon. Only his amber golden eye would be shimmering at her but they'd only stare for a moment as he would just await an answer from her.
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• Tamashii has dark blue hair. . .
• Tama is 5'10". . .
• His voice is doubled due to the device he's using to speak, neither being his actual voice. . .
• His chakra around him makes time seem to flow slower, but its only perception.

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[Ii Hissori]

II Hissori has been sitting in his office doing paper work. Cureently he was Okaying some strange blood transplant one of his upcoming medical researchers thought would help a patient who had problems clotting. He would go by later to check to see what is going on with the treatment for right now though, it would be approved, and for the young medic it was certainly something that could make someone career. As Hissori was filing for the paper work, Hissori felt the little voice that came out of his hear bud.

“That’s fine send him up and I will meet him at the elevator.” Hissori told the receptionist to relay towards whoever wanted to visit him. Grabbing the file he would whistle for Buru to wake up as he put on his white lab coat over his black dress shirt and khaki’s. He would button up the white lab coat, and tuck in the deep crimson tie he was wearing. He would then start into the bullpen. Greeting a couple of medics and trainee’s he would tell the medic that had asked for the risky experiment that he had gotten the approval that he needed. He would then finally head towards the elevator and get into it.

After a minute of riding it, the dog and the man would step out of the elevator on the first floor looking around for the man that was suppose to be meeting him.

 

[Keigo Oen]

</FONTFACE><FONTFACE fontface="san-serif">As he'd be relayed the information he would only see a simple notion from the receptionist towards the elevator system. Tama's mind was spinning on end he needed to get this started and with everything handled the way it was being handled. He wanted answers. . . resolution and amongst other things he wanted something in particular. Silence. He wanted the rumors and squabbling to stop amongst his people. It got them nowhere. . . It got them no where at all, so as Tama would shift to the elevator. He'd hand Hissori a small letter. "I assume you are the man I came to see. . . Take this. . . Read this. . . and follow its instructions. Please." Only nodding before shifting into his temporal steps out of the area.

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