There's the black suited Kazuha again. Though it might be you hear here before you see her. Not that she's shouting this time. No, it's more the ragged breathing and the stumbling down the hall, mostly moving along with a hand against the wall. Sometimes gripping the light fixtures and turning to press her forehead against the wall and letting out a long, low keening sound, like a whine really. Her free arm is pressed against her stomach, looking almost in pain.

Though the most worrying fact is the large amount of blood on her face. Mostly it's on her face and slight smatterings on her neck and along the top of her shirt. It also seems her suit is oddly singed.

There is a Kazuha in a black suit today. She looks like she could be yakuza or a turk. She might be a bit odd, especially combined with the fact she's got a katana and a tanto blade.

The rage is probably more familiar.

"I do not need this right now! I have ta talk ta the scary snake almost god thing about the scary bear pervert one!" And shouting at the ceiling in the lobby. And glaring. Lots of that.

"...I know ya can hear me! I'm not even in a special room!"

[There is a Kazuha walking around in a black suit with silver trimmings. She looks...confused, but not at all concerned with where she is.]

Did I miss an announcement? Were we hired for a game? Is that it?

What else could it be? There's nothin' like this outside of them.

[And there's a Kazuha, standing in the hall, having opened the door to what SHOULD have been her bedroom, only to find it was really leading into a hallway that CERTAINLY wasn't in her house.]

What in the...? [She looked back, seeing an empty study behind her.]

...eh? [And have a very confused Kazuha.]

[....]

[Oddly, she's in a black dress suit, complete with black ribbon.]

"All right, I just have to sort the facts," Kazuha murmured, leaning against a table in the lobby as she looked around. "You were heading home after aikido practice. There's no tournament nearby, you didn't solve any murder cases recently with someone swearing revenge....though I suppose someone could have without shouting it? But there's no pain at the back of my head and I don't feel like I've been drugged," she said.

"....so how did you go from a street in Osaka to a mansion?"

"Okay, this is where that one Conan said he vanished too," Kazuha said, standing at the end of the hall on the first floor. "And I can feel it....I think he's near the stair well," she said, looking at the others.

"Here's the plan. Conan-kun will go down first. He'll get the ghosts attention, and basically agree with anything he says and try to make him happy and distracted. From there, two of us will go to the stair well and put up the ofuda there around the hall to keep him there, while another two do it from this side of the hall," Kazuha explained and looked at the kitsune Kaito.

"I want you to watch Conan-kun. Don't go into the ghost's area, but just watch. If it looks like things are going to go bad, I want you to rush in and get Conan-kun out of there, but only if things are starting to go bad."

"Finally, Heiji, I want you to take off the omamori away from the ghost. I will too. Kudo-kun says the omamori has acted as a warning to him before and I don't want the ghost noticing us until it's too late."

She paused, looking between everyone. "...well, any questions?"

((OOC: Poltergeist Conan sealing! Sorry for delay in getting it up.))

"So if we follow the song, we just press this symbol, then that, and finally...there!" Kazuha said, stepping through the door way as the stone wall slid away. This one about mid-twenties. Wearing a green tank top, jeans, boots, a pistol at her hip, and possibly a hidden knife there by the bulge in by her ankle. And looking just a bit dusty too.

And right into the lobby of the mansion. "Eh? What the...?" She looked around and looked back at the open front door. "What...? Mist? How...Aoko-chan?!"

Oh great. First she somehow teleported to some weird place in the middle of a treasure hunt AND she was separated from her partner.

Toyama Kazuha, nineteen, is new to the Mansion. Several things might stick out about her besides the age difference. Like her clothes. Oh, she's got jeans, a hoodie, and hiking boots, but she's also got leather guard for both her legs and arms. She's also armed. Three of the weapons might not be so odd, being tanto knives, a katana, and a jo staff. Two of them were commonly used for aikido and while it was usually a bokken for her martial art, she might be carrying it for Heiji. The fact she also had two handguns and a PDW strapped along her waist with the blades weren't the usual thing.

She also looks rather dirty and tired. Dirt and grime is all over her clothes and face and the bags under her eyes are an obvious sign to her lack of sleep. Though she's quite aware and seems a bit...twitchy.

Oh, and one more thing. Her clothes were stained in blood. Quite a bit. It wasn't like she was soaked, but there were plenty of blood stains to say if it was just from one person? They'd be dead. And they were old stains too.

At the moment, however, Kazuha was clutching the jo staff as she moved slowly down the hall, pushing on all the doors and listening through them, like she's expecting something to come out and attack her at any moment.

Safe to say, it was probably best to approach this particular Kazuha with caution.

[Kazuha went away. But then she came back again.

She's not doing so well this time. In fact, she's not quite how she all was when she left. (Though she doesn't quite realize her 'real' body isn't there, she seems pretty real.) She's sitting on the ground. Her clothes are a mess with cuts all over and crude strips of ripped fabric are acting as bandages are visible through the tears in her clothes. She looks like she's been running around for a few days, with dirt and grime on her skin and those torn up clothes.

She's also clutching a long, jagged piece of glass in her hands, hard enough that she's bleeding. Oddly, there's a wire cut on one of the jagged piece near the tip of the glass.

And she's staring at the wall, not seeming to notice she's bleeding, with a rather dead look in her eyes and tears trailing down her face.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

((OOC: Kazuha has done a bad, bad thing in her DDD canon.))

Kazuha didn't know where she was. Which worried her. A lot.

Ghosts and spirits were one thing to see, but to appear in another place all together? Impossible.

...not that it was possible to see ghosts. No, that wasn't possible. Not at all. Just figments of the imagination or bad food.

Still, the fact of the matter, she was in some strange hotel where she shouldn't be. "Heiji! You here?! If you dragged me on some ghost hunt in my sleep, you better come out and tell me now!"