A little swish was all the noise that Ran's entry into the Yakumo household made, clutching a large paper folder under her arm. It was banged up, scratched and had many patches of paint, ink, general dirt and what appeared to be oil or fat on it. As Ran opened the folder and took out the sheets inside it one could see that the paper was pristine and fresh, staggeringly so in contrast.
"Thank you, Ran." said her master in her usual lofty tone. "Please hand me his notes." Ran did so. "You may sit." Ran did so.
Yukari Yakumo began reading. And slowly, a smile spread over her face.
And at the end of the last, she was flat out yelling at Ran.
"Stop him! Now! Why didn't you tell me of this before?"
"But my lady, you ordered me to-"
"This is beyond orders!"
"... I see. I am sad to inform you that he has already departed. He entered a contraption of some sort only moments after scanning these papers in. I believe the smoke you can see on the horizon is his house burning down. I had a weird sense of foreboding just before leaving it."
The Lady of Vagueness, Mistress of Borders looked up into the starry sky, saw the haze of fire at the horion and dreaded the misty future manifesting itself before her.
"Prepare. We need to be ready for whatever could come out of this."
It was an outside context problem. And for once she was not the cause.
>>784 SCP was about the last thing I was thinking of when I wrote this, I tried to make it sound like a philosopher's analysis mixed with some scientist's observations. I hate the SCP archive, it's a clusterfuck of writefaggotry.