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soul_logs2013-03-01 11:29 pm
prosecutory) wrote in soul_logs2013-03-01 11:29 pm
You know that their time's coming to an end... [OPEN]
Characters: The Agency and YOU?
Location: Kuzunoha Detective Agency, Shopping District.
Rating: PG-13 for all dem violence, injury, the whole rawr enchilada.
Time: Backdated to May 6, late morning to afternoon.
Description: The thugs and vandals have turned their attention toward Shibusen's trained bloodhounds. What they don't know is that many of these bloodhounds are trained for more than just sniffing out crime. This log will have both closed and open threads, reinforcements are more than free to assist the Agency, and don't forget to mark your threads as OPEN or CLOSED!
[It started with three vandals who thought it would be a good idea to spray paint and scrawl threats and insults all over the Agency's walls and windows, and even the door. Soon, they upgraded to throwing rocks, dirt clods and an assortment of other aerodynamic items at windows and anyone they could see walking in and out of the front door.
What was supposed to be a simple affair of telling them off and making sure they paid their debt to society and the Agency turned ugly in a matter of minutes as reinforcements swarmed in, determined to express their displeasure and dissatisfaction toward the guests who were supposed to be dedicating themselves to keeping crime off the streets and making sure every mystery was solved and wrapped up nicely. Those men clearly did not take kindly to their friends getting in trouble for their valiant efforts to express their opinion about this part of Death City's guest-run law enforcement.
Now, the Agency is not only under attack and under fire from extreme criticism, but invaded by thugs who have managed to break their way inside with crowbars, knives, rocks and other...well, weapons.
The Agency brigade is most likely going to need some help stemming this onslaught.]
Location: Kuzunoha Detective Agency, Shopping District.
Rating: PG-13 for all dem violence, injury, the whole rawr enchilada.
Time: Backdated to May 6, late morning to afternoon.
Description: The thugs and vandals have turned their attention toward Shibusen's trained bloodhounds. What they don't know is that many of these bloodhounds are trained for more than just sniffing out crime. This log will have both closed and open threads, reinforcements are more than free to assist the Agency, and don't forget to mark your threads as OPEN or CLOSED!
[It started with three vandals who thought it would be a good idea to spray paint and scrawl threats and insults all over the Agency's walls and windows, and even the door. Soon, they upgraded to throwing rocks, dirt clods and an assortment of other aerodynamic items at windows and anyone they could see walking in and out of the front door.
What was supposed to be a simple affair of telling them off and making sure they paid their debt to society and the Agency turned ugly in a matter of minutes as reinforcements swarmed in, determined to express their displeasure and dissatisfaction toward the guests who were supposed to be dedicating themselves to keeping crime off the streets and making sure every mystery was solved and wrapped up nicely. Those men clearly did not take kindly to their friends getting in trouble for their valiant efforts to express their opinion about this part of Death City's guest-run law enforcement.
Now, the Agency is not only under attack and under fire from extreme criticism, but invaded by thugs who have managed to break their way inside with crowbars, knives, rocks and other...well, weapons.
The Agency brigade is most likely going to need some help stemming this onslaught.]
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(He could have worn a scarf, but it’s far too warm outside to wear one, and doing so would only bring more unwanted attention to his neck.)
He realizes there is something bothering Yako when she doesn’t follow her usual routine of excusing herself with a smile and leaving, but doesn’t find it important to dwell his thoughts on, not even when she makes her question.]
Twenty two.
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...luckily that thought neither slips across her face nor from her mouth, or the situation might become radically awkward for both of them, rather than just her. She experiences a sudden influx of memories, of making copious amounts of food and gently chiding him to take better care of himself and...well, essentially mothering him, under the assumption that she was older.
She swallows the first six things that leap to her tongue, so eventually all that comes out is a small, slightly surprised:}
...oh.
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["How young" and not "did you think I was younger", because Near is well aware that practically everyone he meets thinks he's in his mid-teens, and Yako's reaction is the confirmation that she too thought the same thing. He doesn’t care if she thought he was younger; it makes no difference to him, but he hopes it won’t bring a significant change to their interactions.]
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{He'll know if she lies, which is why she has to face the music. Unfortunately for Near, the difference is so great that there will definitely be a change in their dynamic. A sad, bento-shaped change indeed.}
....
...Fourteen.