You know that their time's coming to an end... [OPEN]

[prosecutory]

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.]

Comments

[recitings]

Alright. You can do what you need to do, though. I'm a soldier. I've been trained to take as much pain as I can.

[He chuckles, giving her a reassuring smile.]

[itaidakimasu]

{She makes a sound that's almost a laugh, and offers a tremulous smile.}

No...I-I mean I need to know if there's a sharp pain to see if anything is broken.

[recitings]

Ah. [He keeps his composure, although he's a bit embarrassed by the way he misunderstood his words.]

Alright. I'll make sure to let you know, then.

[itaidakimasu]

{She nods in acknowledgement and begins working her way over the wing with careful, firm touches. She hopes it's just a case of bruised or pulled muscles and cuts; she isn't sure they have enough bandages on hand to bind his wing to his side, the way the books she read said to do for a bird.}

[recitings]

[Thankfully, that seems to be just the case. A few cuts here and there, some sore muscles and bruises, too... and a lot of messed feathers, definitely.]

[itaidakimasu]

{Yako pauses briefly when she finishes her primary examination, but instead of turning away and letting go in order to grab some medical supplies, she continues touching him. This time it's a delicate, careful sweep of her fingers through the displaced feathers, combing them back into the proper alignment. She hopes she isn't being too forward, but she's wanted to do this since the first time she saw Sephiroth land.}

[recitings]

[This, Genesis notices easily.]

Hm? Does my wing interest you?

[itaidakimasu]

It's lovely.

{She doesn't pause in her preening, though she doesn't meet his eyes either.}

[recitings]

[He smiles a little at that. Her attention towards his wing reminded him greatly of Sakuya and the way she was fascinated by it. Slowly, he stretches his wing out a little more-- not to its full span, but just enough to give her more to preen without crowding the room. Consider it a gesture of appreciation for the compliment, Yako.]

I'm glad you find it so.

[Although it had been a while since he last thought of himself as a monster, it still catches him off guard when people admire his wing, as if it wasn't the trait of a beast out to destroy the world.]

[itaidakimasu]

{She cheers up a little when he lets her continue. It's lucky for both of them she doesn't share that the wing reminds her of the demon she knew back home.}

...is it nice? Flying I mean.

[recitings]

[He laughs a little.]

It's fun. Especially when you enjoy that feeling of freedom in the air. I've taken some people flying, but they often feel afraid.

[He considers telling Yako that Edgeworth didn't like the idea of going flying, but he decides it's better said when they're not in the agency premises.]

[itaidakimasu]

Hm...well, I've been up in the air before, but it wasn't quite so...controlled. So I wouldn't call it flying. It was a bit terrifying, at the time.

{She calls it 'being dragged along when a crazy demon hitches a ride on a missile'.}

[recitings]

I guess that's what makes it terrifying for other people, a lack of control.

Well, do you want to try flying again?

[itaidakimasu]

...explosives were involved too.

{She finally peeks up at him from the corner of her eye, her fingers stilling on the patch of feathers they had been working through.}

Is that an offer, Rhapsodos-san?

[recitings]

[At that, he smiles sweetly at her.]

Well, if you want to, it'll be my way of thanking you for taking care of me.

[itaidakimasu]

{Her cheeks are tearstained and a little puffy, but the smile he gets in return is warm and hopeful.}

I'd like that.

[recitings]

Well then, it's a deal. Once I'm better, I'll take you out flying.

[itaidakimasu]

I'll look forward to it!