Her friends at school would often comment about how weird she was at times. They were probably right, considering how being a ghost for three hundred years does rather shift your perspective on normality. Besides! This line of work made you used to weird things. Ghost Sweepers experience so many odd things that it must rub off. She knew all too well that Mikami and Yokoshima were a little bit strange as well, though energetic is the word she preferred. Excitable in their own way. Together they had encountered many different kinds of spirits, malevolent, wicked, with strange desires and bizarre powers.
Even so! When Okinu walked in through the front door of their office with a cheery “Hello!” she could have been knocked over with a feather at the sight of Yokoshima, tied to a chair, while Mikami stood in front of him with a variety of artefacts. She’d use one, frown when nothing happened, toss it aside and pick up another.
“Damn!” Mikami exclaimed. “Not possession, same dimension as ours, no shapeshifting… Hey, Okinu! Stop standing around staring and help me out!”
“Mmmmph!” Yokoshima said through the gag in his mouth. His eyes said what his mouth could not: Get me out of here!
“Mikami!” Okinu puffed up her cheeks and stomped her foot. “Are you bullying Yokoshima again? Isn’t all this a bit much? Weren’t you both supposed to be tidying up today?”
“We were,” Mikami said. She chuckled, but it was one of those sort of deep, menacing chuckles that warned of dark intent. “But you know, a funny thing happened while we were cleaning everything out. It made me realise that Yokoshima has been behaving unusually for quite a while now! Which means that, somehow, this is an imposter pretending to be Yokoshima!”
“An imposter?” Okinu asked. She tilted her head and looked right into Yokoshima’s eyes. He looked pretty normal. Panicky, which made sense given his condition right now. “What sort of strange thing did he do? Was he floating? Breathing fire? Transform into a banana?”
“No! Stranger and more concerning than even turning into a banana!” Mikami declared, suddenly seeming ten stories high from Okinu’s perspective. Her hands were upturned into a clawlike formation, and flames seemed to surround her, flames of passion and certainty. “He blatantly avoided looking at my body! Even when I went into the shower, he made absolutely no attempt to peek! None at all!”
“Eeek! That - That’s not natural at all!”
“Mmmph!” Or, translated: “Hey, come on. You’re acting like I’m some kind of demon.”
Well, this revelation completely changed around everything. No wonder Mikami was trying to use so many expensive artefacts to work out what was going on! As much as she admired him, there could be no question that Yokoshima held a certain appreciation for the female form. This behaviour was beyond abnormal, it was completely wrong!
“When I figure out what’s wrong with him, this is all coming out of his next paycheck!”
Right. Naturally. Okinu shook her head rather than argue as this was no time to get into another debate over Yokoshima’s far too small salary. Something was wrong with him, and it was up to them to find out what! This was an emergency. They could quibble over the details later, when he might not be in terrible danger.
“So… What do you know so far?” Okinu asked.
“I’ve tried just about everything I can think of,” Mikami said, biting her finger. “No spirit possessing him, his soul hasn’t been swapped with anyone else and this is definitely our version of Yokoshima! Not a clone or a slider or anything! Just about the only thing I haven’t eliminated is a mundane hypnosis technique.” She was pacing around the room now, frowning in deep thought or more likely deeper irritation. Her boss wasn’t exactly a patient person, and it had to be eating her alive that she used all of these artefacts for seemingly no reason. Though knowing her it probably made her even more stubborn and determined to find out the answer. “It’s either very strong or very weak. I just can’t figure out why… Spying on us? An attempted ambush? If it is hypnosis, the only reliable way to snap him out of it would be some sort of shock to the system.”
“Ah!” Okinu clasped her hands together. The idea just sort of… Popped right into her head out of nowhere. For some reason, it made too much sense! “I know! What if we used that lapdance training? I mean, he seemed to really enjoy that. Why not use it to snap him out of it?”
“That’s it!” Mikami exclaimed. “I’m a genius, the answer’s so obvious! Okinu! I just realised! If I give him sensual sensory overload, there’s not a chance that the real Yokoshima won’t rebel! An erotic dance is just the remedy to bring him back to normal!”
“Oh, well done!” Okinu happily clasped her hands together. “Of course, I will be helping as well.”
“Ah, no! That will not be necessary.” Mikami nervously glanced at Yokoshima, who had now stopped struggling to stare at the two of them with boggled eyes and a jaw that looked as though it were about to unhinge from his face and clatter to the ground. Oh! Deep within, the real Yokoshima must be fighting against this alien influence with all his strength!
It might be a little bit embarrassing, but… But it was up to them to work together to bring him back to himself. Sitting on the sidelines in a situation like this was something she could not bear to do! Therefore Okinu balled up her fists and gave Mikami her cutest, most determined glare. She would help give Yokoshima an erotic dance! She would she would she absolutely would!
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Jim paused and looked upward, trying to guess which of the clouds in the sky were natural and which were the stormclouds of clashing realities. Then again some might even be both at once. He looked through the crowd of people around him, passing by on their own business with their own lives, oblivious to the changes to reality around them. Every single one of them had at least a little power to bend the possibilities of reality, but most just canceled each other out. Jim grinned as he recalled his teacher’s explanation: ‘Archimedes said he could move the world with a fulcrum and a big enough lever. Well, with the bridge we have our fulcrum; we need only hentai that the world’s possibilities flow through to be our lever’. It was so simple: Forge the connection with local-born hentai. Most would celebrate their coming, and even those who found reason to fight back would accelerate the process by fighting.
Jim chuckled and took in a big lungful of air. He could almost taste it on the wind. Bring the Ghost Sweepers on team one at a time and their influence would spread unstoppably throughout the world. They were the major threats at any rate, the ones most likely to try and actually be able to stop them. That is, if they even realised there was anything to stop before it was too late. Of course the strategy had a little risk to it. Approach them in the wrong way, and things could go very… very wrong.
Jim pulled out the folder for his next target, his next move while Yokoshima unknowingly advanced their agenda on their behalf. Meiko Rokudou. Has the power to control twelve “friendly spirits”, at least until the moment that she gets upset. Adores Mikami, is a bit of an airhead, her ghostly friends are very protective of her. Particularly from perverts.
“A challenge,” Jim chuckled, tucking the folder back into his jacket. “I always did like a challenge. Let’s see… How best to approach this delicate flower? Hire her services? Hrm… No, she might demand that we have Mikami assist as well. What I really need to do is get close to her in a way that doesn’t make her suspicious, but how do I -”
“Eeeeek!”
… And then the streets filled with people fleeing in the opposite direction of which he was walking. It was like being caught in a tidal wave made of feet and pain, but then again the worst that Jim had to show for the experience was a footprint on his face and slightly scuffed clothes. He pulled himself back to his feet and stared at the chaos ahead. He could sort of see them all dashing about, attacking… Well, everything! Spirits, ghosts of all shapes and sizes attacking everything all around them, and in the middle of it all?
A crying young woman who, and for this Jim had to rely on the super senses of a super pervert that could only ever apply when looking at a pretty lady, had a tiny little paper cut on her finger. So. That was the target, and to his utter dismay an obvious answer to his previous question suddenly made itself known to him.
“Dammit, Rick,” Jim groused. “I just <i>know</i> that you conned me into taking her as the target somehow. You get the slamming hottie that dances in a bikini, while I get the mousey little time bomb. Well! Time to defuse that bomb and let her inner beast shine through!”
- Yokoshima gets the gag out of his mouth, then tries to persuade Mikami and Okinu that they’re wrong, and tries to warn them about the hentai influence.
- He’s enjoying the experience too much to ignore it anymore, and decides things will be more fun this way.
- Meanwhile with Emi, there’s something strange about this job that she’s just now starting to notice.
- Jim is somehow able to calm down Meiko, and begins to seduce her.
- Something else
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