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[a muscular blue-skinned man with glowing yellow eyes and pointy ears is currently sitting outside in the fog, pressing buttons it seems at random as the feed flicks on. He looks like he is concentrating on trying to figure out something on his device, but the expression (and occasional angry gleam in said eyes) shows that he is likely a total novice to this technology stuff. Another button press and [x,y] flashes up, showing that he is actually much closer to where the Animus are thought to be than most people like to get.]

I give up. Stupid human device. [the PCD is dropped disdainfully to the floor and it lands, at a slight angle on the ground, propped up by a rock it landed next to. The figure fades a little and looks much more like the fog but somehow...more real and certainly more beautiful in it's purity. The coalescing vapour that is the ~~great and noble djinni etc etc~~ spirit Bartimaeus of Uruk suddenly stops it's sinuous movement and hangs motionless in the air. A tombstone is becoming visible in the swirling fog and a sound issues from the vapour.]

No, no don't make me see it again. Stupid mane. Never take the form of a lion, you should have known it.

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[Bartimaeus was no fool, he had not shared his true name and he hid in the shadows as Kitty Jones. The not-human had already seen he was a shape-shifter, so this would be better. The djinni watched as the being came closer through the fog, and he sensed his presence.]

Impressive.

[No sparrow. Well that's a shame. He takes note of the carving on the gravestone, and steps away from it, not particularly wanting to be caught in a vision of some stranger's demise.

Too damn foggy to see, but he hears that single word.]

Hey there, Tweety. Sorry for the wait!

[Tweety? Eh, he could live with that...for now]

Actually, I thought you got here rather more quickly than I was expecting.

[You're the one holding conversations as a sparrow, boss. Hanekoma smirks.]

Didn't wanna leave ya on the hook too long.

[A faint line draws itself between his eyebrows as he looks at Bartimaeus, trying to make out exactly what this being might be. Denizen of the Higher Planes? Something entirely foreign? He can sense the power from that small form, that's for certain.]

[Bart smiles, humans/non-spirits have always responded better to human forms than they have other forms.]

'On the hook'?

Waiting.

[A shrug, and he turns in a circle, looking around. Damn, damn, he's no closer to accessing a higher Frequency here. It does feel a little different, but he can't quite pin it down....]

You said this place was easier on your essence. Just 'cause there aren't humans around, or for some other reason?

That and because it feels more akin to the Other Place. It is a poor substitute, though.

Guess your place isn't quite like mine.

[He sighs, and glances over at Bartimaeus with a quirked eyebrow.] You got a real shape, or is it just whatever you feel like?

Both. On the material planes, I have to take some form. Here, I can return to my native state, though.

The fog?

You could call it that. We need no form in the Other Place, we all merge and mingle in a vortex.

[Downright weird, the way alternate worlds reflect each other. Hanekoma smiles wryly.]

Gotta say it's interestin' hearing about all these places. [Pause.]

Sanae Hanekoma. Pleasure ta meetcha.

You too. [wait, nice to meet a human? This place was affecting his brain]

[Looking around; those tombstones really are everywhere, huh.]

An' thanks for the directions. Might hafta come back here sometime when it's a little less foggy.

Might bump into you. I spend most of my time here when I am not at home with John. [wow, that sounded weird even to his own ears]

I'll say hi if I see ya around. John... that somebody ya met here or somebody who showed up from your home?

He was my last master.

That so? [Eyebrows lifting. He hadn't gotten the impression that this guy liked his masters much.]

He's easy to spot. Gangly teen, no fashion sense and has a strange propensity for drainpipe trousers and billowy coats. [s/he seems rather gleeful about being rude about John] He offered me a room when I got here, I figured I might as well take it, I'm not fond of rain.

[Hanekoma barks out a laugh.] Ya know, those are a dime a dozen around here... barrin' the trousers maybe. [He's got a couple gangly teens with no fashion sense hanging around himself.]

Not big on gettin' wet? Or does rain mess with ya somehow?

[smirk] He'd sometimes put a coloured scrap of cloth in his pocket, thought it made him look terribly dashing. I thought he looked like an idiot.

Nah, just don't much like it. Spend time hanging out on lamp posts in the London rain and it'd put you off, too.

I've heard London's the worst. Cold to go with the damp, right? Spend most of my time over in Tokyo, personally.

Cold, wet, grey. I always preferred being summoned in desert climes. Not as familiar with Tokyo, myself.

I've never made it too far from Japan. Work usually calls. [He grins.] Tokyo's got its cold and grey days, but it's pretty nice in the spring.

What kind of work?

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