There was little sound. A faint draw, like an intake of breath, buried beneath Rory's rambling. Nothing worth noticing, nothing worth a moment of attention away from the conversation. But that was what they heard.
What all but Rory SAW, however, more than made up for that. A line drawn on the air, ribbons weaving at the ends. The line splitting, growing wider and wider. Opening into a cavern, into a blackened maw, filled with a thousand-thousand eyes, that seemed it might consume everything. Until it stopped, a hole in the boundary between this boundary-place and another, hanging and menacing just out of the hunter's field of view.
There was another sound, then. Like a distant cry of shock, echoing from the void before them. And before any could react to it, there was a blur of motion within.
And next? Chaos.
The sonic boom echoed through the room as the blur of motion hurled through, slamming into Rory with a force that could, at its most optimistic, be described as "bruising." The blur and Rory were sent flying, shattering furniture and floortile as they crashed and tumbled to the ground.
The gap closed. The blur remained. Dazed and still, lying atop the hunter. Though admittedly, the blur was a good deal less blurry, now.
Masako Chichimura shook herself, giving her black wings a vigorous flap as she lept up, glaring at the place where the gap to the void had been not moments before. "Hmph! The NERVE of some people." The girl settled back to her feet, adjusting her glasses as her geta settled on what felt like a particularly lumpy stone. Or someone's face. But that hardly concerned her, for the moment. "And to think, she wasn't even a suspect. Why I even bothered asking questions when it was hardly necessary, I don't know. But being bothered by one covering her bases hardly gives one the right to toss you through a hole to-"
She peered around. Spotting the others. Most of the others, anyway. She looked around some more at the partially destroyed surroundings. After a moment, she reached into her coat, bringing forth a pipe which settled between her lips. She proceeded to sprinkle a bit of something in, lighting it in a flash. The girl gave it a couple puffs, blowing out the smoke before continuing. "A hellish dimension between realities, where I am no doubt going to be attacked by abhorrent alien automatons. Truly, the nerve of that woman."
"Ah, well, not alien alien, but also kind of alien alien. Not that it matters, as I meant alien in the sense that-" The tengu paused. She could have SWORN she heard a very loud, clear, rude complaint issued from just beneath her feet. Which was absurd, of course, because she'd just got here, and no one would have had the time to complain about anything related to her as of yet. Unless it happened to be her manner of arrival, which was HARDLY her fault. Not to mention, it would require her to be standing on someone or something capable of speech. She looked down. Stared for a moment. Oh. The tengu floated off, looking surprisingly sheepish for some sort of bird-person, and settled on a smoother patch of floor. Giving a little cough, she quickly doused and emptied the pipe, tucking it away in her coat. "Yes. Well. You shouldn't have been lying there. And there's hardly any cause to call me confused. I know precisely what I'm doing here, and precisely where I am! I just don't know where it is that where I am is."