She did not believe him, but it did not matter. It was just another variable to consider. Misinformation, the truth and the varied unknowns were all irrelevant as long as she seized control. As long as she maintained a firm hold on the narrative. She would work with what she had and be successful with it. What she had was a nervous, jittery... Aburame, if she were to believe with her eyes suggested. After all, it was a mere touch, a glancing caress and from unseen crevasses a swarm would emerge. It was a warning, do not touch otherwise something unfortunate might happen. Unspoken, only implied.
She invited him inside and he declined, of course he would. It would be like crawling into the back of a non-descript white van with the promise of puppies from a tall man in a dark trench-coat. Would she know that he was trying to stall, there was no way to know for certain the intentions of any man or in this case woman. She could attempt to take him in by force, what she lacked in physical strength she had in surplus in other places. He did not like being touched, or rather his insects disliked physical contact. Good to know. They both knew that this would result in the cliche insistence that he must enter, that the lady was not going to take 'no' for an answer. What waited in there for him? It was unlikely milk and cookies, that was too... Sousuke. It was unlikely a room of torture devices, that was too Roku. It was unlikely a room dedicated to darkness and the occult, that was something that seemed to represent Kazuki better. That or bad poetry with lines such as "the Night is vast and deep..." and "Shadows with a savagery that clings." No, there was something else in there waiting for him. But he was not looking to discover the inner sanctum of that building. It was likely a trap, of what type he could only imagine.
This series of unfortunate events would start on THE ROOF.
The Roof: The roof itself was made of
red clay tile. A single thickness consistent throughout. The interloper on the roof would feel his shoes slip on the 30 degree pitch, however probably shinobi training. A bit of chakra use to climb a not even close to vertical surface was a viable argument as to why he did not slide off the edge of the roof and plummet towards the ground three stories below. However, he or more than likely "it" would feel their fragility beneath his feet. The creak, the crack and the threatened break. Yet none of the tiles broke away, there was only a 50% chance that a fragment would not break away revealing his or it's dues ex machina presence, so luck was on his side. As he drilled the hole in the roof and threatened the integrity of the S-shaped terracotta and the mortar would crack and flake, would bits of it break away. Probably, a slender finger such as her own would leave a hole about 31.2mm and her hands were smaller than average. Not to accuse the deviant on the roof of having small hands, that often came with negative implications regarding what might be found in one's briefs but rather it was probable that he was merely average. Ring finger on a man, normally a size 10 which would be 62.2mm in circumference or 19.8mm in diameter, multiplied by two would be 39.6mm. In terms of centimeters. The average tile 255mm, the hole he drilled could in theory not hit a critical point and cause the brittle roofing material to crack. However, not everything would come out Millhouse.
You see, the house had endured within the past two weeks a
pair of explosive forces that caused the structure to wholly shudder. The rafters were damaged, the foundation cracked, and yes the
structural integrity of the roof itself was compromised. She did not need a clever defense system or keen senses to cause what would occur next. The roof itself would groan under his or it's weight and yes,
break away.
Shatter. Like a brittle sheet holding him aloft, it would rip and break and the roof itself collapse inward. In spite of all of this man, specter or something else entirely, luck would elude him in the sense that this would not be silent. Without footing he too would surely fall, plummet three stories until he hit jagged earth where he would disperse mayhaps in a puff of smoke or a sharp bit of earth or stone would piece a limb leaving a bloody swath as he pulled himself free. Or... perhaps he could fly. Wouldn't that be fantastical, to have been that prepared? Too many variables to pick any one, all three were relevant possibilities that would require adaptation but as she has said so many times before -- she is
malleable. More than a mantra or a prayer, it was something ingrained in her as a means of survival.
The Inside of the Apartment Building
The floor was covered in a thick layer of rubble. Curtains covered every window, less the one Michi had peered through. The wall studs were exposed and the backside of the brownstone brick was bare. There was no insulation, just open space. The windows all had metal bars, they could be viewed by the shadows they made through the thin curtains highlighted by the light of the sun. There were two things curious about this place, one a massive dark metal box that seemed undisturbed and clean of any dust less the dust that had now settled from the damaged roof, However the rubble seemed less on and around this simple box that bad no lid nor face. There were runic symbols etched into the sides of the box that were obscured by a layer of mortar-dust and broken tiles. The other curious thing was the
door sitting on the other side of the entryway. It was resting against the wall and it was quite uncanny to behold. 80 inches by 36 inches, and about 3 inches thick. It was made of a dense metal, too heavy to lift yet somehow the Oracle had carried this box inside a few days earlier. Yes, this was the contents of the box left outside of her house a few days ago. The door had five openings, each a five inch perfect square. there was something else strange. well several things but they would require a living, real being to investigate. Not a simple clone that would not have survived beyond the impact of the fall.
Of course, what does the man have to worry. He had the hapless woman in his web of lies, didn't he? Yes, she was falling for his ruse and she would flee. he would have the opportunity to investigate and determine the truth behind these puzzles in progress.
Outside:
Would she see the man up there? Maybe. It really is not entirely relevant really, she would not miss the obstreperous destruction of her roof or the calamity of the premeditated 'attack.' They went of near synchronously. The Aburame's insects came to her 'defense' a partially impenetrable wall of writhing insects that would light up like a fireworks display as the combustive force of explosive notes. Yes, apparently plural. A wave of heat would flash before her face and the shrapnel of the kunai would spray outward. Bit of hot metal stinging her skin. She had raised her arms to defensively cover her face. Did she see the attack from the corner of her eye, just before it was launched? Yes. Yet curiously enough she did not make a conceited effort to defend herself beyond the trademark look of shock and concern, feet planted on the ground and mouth slightly agape pose taken by civilians. She -had- to be chakra capable. It would be ludicrous to think otherwise but even now she made no attempt to display the traits of a shinobi, a mercenary or something else entirely that was trained. Thus far her assets seemed to be relegated to being exceptionally intelligent, but coming out to a likely hostile target seemed to be incredibly stupid. In fact for such a smart lady, what she was doing did not seem smart at all. Or was it?
The truth would come out eventually. Just not quite yet.
”WHAT THE-?!”
Surprised, yet ready on a moment's notice with swarms of insects. Aburame were like any clan, reclusive and secretive with their techniques. Not that the Oracle was unfamiliar with the clan, she had studied it intimately during her tenure in the Palace of the Glorious Immortal. Diamyo Ishii Shiro was particularly interested in the skill set of the Aburame. His questions superficial at first, regarding the buzzing
noise and the clicking noises but over time more descriptive until it was with certainty that she knew he was very concerned about something regarding the Aburame Clan, not that he ever revealed exactly what. In addition, she had the honor of seeing an Aburame in battle, or at least one that displayed the skill set of one in the World Martial Arts Tournament. In fact, that was one of the disadvantages of such a display of martial prowess, it demonstrated to the world one's full skill set. Surprises were limited, were recorded and could be watched on a continual loop on repeat if necessary. It takes about 1.5 seconds to summon forth a swarm of kikai unless they were released in the midst of battle, as seen also by her. in which case they seem to seep out during the course of combat but they had only just now entered combat.
Those insects had to already be prepared and this 'reactionary' act of valor was just that. A show, a charade. Perhaps she was an eternal pessimist, but only time would tell that truth as well.
”Ma’am, something’s wrong! Do you...do you have any enemies that would do this?"
She would play along.
"Yes, lots," Michi claimed. It was the truth, even her supposed
'friends' coequals would turn on her for a small sleight and as of late she had done much to earn their ire. She had no friends, just a network of acquaintances that found her more valuable alive than dead. She had come to terms with this fact some time ago, it was a lonesome fact that she took as a non-variable. She accepted what she was, as a tool for others but she had something that she never had before and that was independent will. The ability to choose and the ability to act of her own accord. To not only love or hate, she could always do both but acting on either was beyond her capacity until now.
She even screamed with the insects burst into a wall of flame. Potentially her confident pose was all an act and she was weak. It was possible that all she could do was break into a drunkard's hovel and make a request while he was too bleary-eyed to make a conceited retort.
”Forget it! There’s no time! Ma’am, you need to get out of here — NOW!”
"You too!" She insisted as she attempted to grab his hand to run off. As for where, she was letting her 'savior' lead the way.