[The Plane is now host to yet another redhead. He's no babyface, though. Tall, clad in street clothes, and possessing enough swagger to dazzle a club, Gojyo is the stereotypical definition of bad boy-- minus the biker leather.]

Alright, I get it. Illusions are your thing. You can drop the act. [The more he looks around, the more it seems familiar, like maybe he had a dream about it... but he can't really remember. Rather than concentrating on the lack of ground beneath him, he lights a cigarette and attempts to stay calm.] Seriously, man. There's plenty of other people who want me dead, and I hate to keep them waiting.

Anytime now.

[A very slow, methodical exhale. He slowly rolls his eyes upward, waiting... and waiting... and still, nothing happens. He realizes that for a temporary youkai pocket dimension, this place has a lot of stuff laying around.]

... Come on, damn it. I have better things to do than get stuck in crazy death traps.