soul_logs | I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd [OPEN]

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I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd [OPEN]

Characters: The Agency and YOU!
Location: Kuzunoha Detective Agency, in the Shopping District. You can't miss it.
Rating: G for now but may go up when talk of ~crime~ starts.
Time: Aug. 1, all day erryday
Description: This is the open mingle log for the Agency folk and everyone else. Pop into the reception, give the detectives a case, peek into their offices and see what offices say about their occupants, maybe stir up some trouble and test their patience if you dare. Make open threads or tag into existing ones, it's all fair game!

[The Agency, in a quieter area of the Shopping District, stands out like something transplanted from a noir film, two floors of Death City's investigators always at work, even when crime seems to have taken a rare nap. At least this time there are no serial killers, although there may be a few little scuffles here and there, or the odd pickpocket. The control room of the infamous surveillance system installed all around the city is located here; perhaps you have heard of those cameras watching your every move. Quite a few guests have complained about those.

The reception area is quiet but cozy and welcoming, with two nice couches for you to sit in if you have an appointment with any of the big guys or gals around. Doors lead to the kitchen and other offices (most notably those of the two heads of the Agency, Miles Edgeworth and Near) and meeting rooms, and of course, the heart of the surveillance system. The stairs will lead you up to the other members' offices.

Yeah, yeah, I know I just copy-pasted much of the description from the last Agency log before it was ransacked by thugs, but you get the idea. Oh, did I say it was once ransacked? The Agency should be good as new by now; that ransacking thing was months ago anyhow.]

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[Those are some comfy couches. Don't you just want to take a seat? Be warned - if you start jumping on them like a little kid you could rouse the wrath of The Frilly One. And no feet on the table.

But feel free to wander if you want. Wave at the passing Agency folk, maybe have some coffee or tea with them, chat 'em up, etc. I guess this doubles as a mingle log.]

[Genesis was feeling quite cheery today, so he definitely didn't want to be cooped up in his office. Since cheery equals sociable, he'll be spending most of his time in the reception area eating cookies or having some tea or coffee while reading over some reports yet still looking very open to conversation.]

[The first thing you will notice are, yes, the frilly burgundy curtains trimmed with yellow tassels, adorning the large window that looks out into the street behind Edgeworth's desk.

Speaking of his desk, it is very neat, with paperwork arranged according to priority and topic, a variety of nice fountain pens, a book or two maybe, and a small framed photograph turned toward the window so you can't see who's on it.

The east and west walls are covered with bookshelves and file cabinets; if you decide to scan the spines of the books, you'll see that many of them are about law (duh) but several are on the history of Shibusen and Death City, and laws specific to this city, and a few are on Meister abilities and Meisters. There are two chairs in front of his desk if you'd like to take a seat, or you could use the couch. Yes, there's another one. It's also the same shade as the curtains. A small table off to one side holds a chess set, ready for a game. On the windowsill is an elegant tea set.

Edgeworth is either hard at work on a case, possibly going over a dossier for an upcoming trial, or chillin' like a villain with a book and a nice cup of tea. Don't forget to knock before entering. Alternately, you could pop in here while he's out and take a good look before he surprises you with the most deadpan what-are-you-doing expression on his face.]

Edited 2014-01-03 15:35 (UTC)

{Yako had been devastated—to put it mildly—when the kitchen had fallen as a casualty of the raid on the Agency. But, thanks to Edgeworth's wonderfully vicious legal finesse, reparations had been paid and her favorite room in the Agency was repaired. It's a little different from what it once was; the cabinets had been a loss, as had the scorched and scored counters, and both had since been replaced by suitably dark wood and thin granite.

The tiling on the wall is still a little smoke-stained in areas, but it ultimately suited the kitchen's new look, so it stayed.

As ever, Yako is there, fixing a pot of tea. The coffee pot is burbling its way to the nth full carafe of the day, and there is a tart and a cake chilling in the refrigerator for today's treat.}

[Edgeworth, like pretty much everyone else, does need to eat. So he will be walking into the kitchen while Yako is fixing a pot of tea. He eyes the refrigerator before approaching it, opening the door, and peering inside.

Hel-LO delicious cake. He shuts the door again.]

Was that the cake you were baking awhile ago, Detective?

Yes! It cooled more quickly than I expected, so I was able to decorate it already. Would you like me to cut a slice for you, sir?

Thank you, but I'm capable of handling a knife on my own.

[He gets a knife, a fork and a plate. Then he retrieves the cake from the refrigerator and places it on the counter. No, seriously, he knows how to do this.]

[Case files have been stacked and lay scattered around the usually clean desk. Old newspaper clippings, photos, and reports are mixed in the piles and a hat-less figure seems to be among them, watching video files that have been sent to her communicator and locked so few else could access them unless she gave them away. Her chair sat empty with only her dark blue coat draped over the back.]

[Naoto had no time to be properly organized as she worked fervently to find the information she wanted. There's a sign posted on the door asking for all visitors to knock before entering. Entering without such warning would be quite irksome since several documents were stacked near the door.]

[He tucked a pair of thick folders under an arm as he quietly passed the front desk, who'd recognized him enough to wave him by. The knock against the office door was quick, one of someone who wanted to step out of sight. As much as he knew several of the detectives here, it still made him cagey to stand in the middle of what was a nest of cops.]

[Closing stopping the video, Naoto raised her head from her notebook, glancing towards the door.]

Enter slowly.

[Tongue poking out for focus, he used an elbow to get the handle, push it down, and gently nudge the door open, easing his way through. He was surprised to see just how widespread her investigation was, very nearly bumping the tip of a shoe against a stack of something he couldn't work out at a first glance.]

Yo- Got the last of those eyewitness reports from Shibusen's archives.

[Then, he raised a paper drink holder with a pair of take-out cups and small brown bags.]

...And fuel.

[He waited for the door to shut before looking back at the floor and gauging a path before taking it to the desk.]

Man, we got video, witnesses and more firepower then than what we got now, and the bastard still wormed his way outta dodge.

[Naoto watched him enter and nodded. The reports would be looked at shortly. As for the food, well, that would be taken now.]

Thank you. I'm finished with the videos anyway...

[Standing up slowly, she straightened her blouse and fixed her tie. It was obvious she didn't come to work with the usual binder beneath. She sighed faintly.]

Kanji, he's had months to move around. Locating him would be difficult. And even once found, unless you can counter Madness or survive a direct encounter with him, that's not going to pin his location down.

I know... he's gonna be a huge pain in the ass, but I mean when it all happened, y'know? But then I think about how fuckin' slippery he was back home.

I mean he was right there, under our damn noses the whole time...!

[He sighed and tried not to set the drink holder down quite so hard.]

But this shit's beyond unforgivable. I thought he really wanted to 'fess up n' come clean, man! He ain't gonna get away this time!

Perhaps he's still under our noses...

[Quietly, she sat down at her desk again, one elbow propped on her desk while her hand cupped her chin. She was tired; several days of investigating with little sleep and still attending morning training would do that to anyone.]

This isn't the Adachi we knew. From the accounts, it was just like the time he discovered he could push individuals into the television world. A chance to turn a 'backwater' place into his new playground.

Part'a me wants him to be somewhere close so I can kick the shit out of him, but the rest... I don't like the idea of another whatever just walkin' around Death City unnoticed.

[The last ones kidnapped their friends. And the group before . . . Kanji hadn't meant to grind his teeth, but he had. He had to remember that Erinyes was gone.]

[But it dissolved. She hadn't been home much, and when she was, she was up hours before he was and gone when he woke. He stepped around the desk and set one of the take-out cups before her. He wouldn't be surprised if she was poker-facing her way through fatigue.]

So sortuva... 'Spring 2011 Adachi'?

[Taking the cup, Naoto held it between her palms and closed her eyes. She was poker-facing her way through it all. Just one break in this and she would take a day to herself. She nodded at his simple explanation]

That's right. If only the past Investigation members had known, this wouldn't have happened.

...So we end it.

[He sighed through his nose and pulled up a chair, planting himself before scooting to her side.]

Maybe they didn't know then, but we know now. And we got the means to beat his ass down!

But seriously, don't feel like you gotta know all the answers right this minute. Adachi's a dumb-ass.

[He patted a pile of folders.]

He messed up before, he messed up here, too. It's somewhere in this room.

[He gave her a nudge, if anything to check and see if she didn't fall asleep in the chair.]

...Which'll still be here even if I ya fuel up, take ya out for fresh air to clear the head a little while.

[She made a faint sound in affirmation before taking a sip of her drink. Maybe she was trying to hard right now. He would show up in time. They could even go on the field again, take out some Kishin eggs in the meantime. Maybe they will have been around him recently.]

Are you suggesting we go for a walk?

[He gave a firm nod and slouched, elbows over knees.]

Damn straight. It's hot as balls outside, but we could take a shady route.

... I suppose I could afford taking a break.

[Glancing over the documents, she frowned. She could go over them a hundred more times and still not come up with anything conclusive right now.]

Even a Shirogane needs to charge their brain batteries.

[He leaned and he gently nudged her temple with his forehead, a gesture none could even imagine coming from him months ago.]

I'd push n' say ya need a nap, but that probably ain't happening.

We do.

[She didn't smile, but she did nudge him back with the same affection. Chuckling, she smiled under her breath.]

I know a clue is in one of these documents. Once I find it, I'll nap.

I can help find stuff after! That weird librarian says Deathscythes and Senior Meisters get access to the high-security stuff only Shibusen staff could get their hands on before, so we got plenty more to dig into if we need to.

...anyways. [He picked up the bags and peeked inside.]

Wasn't sure which ya'd want, so I grabbed two different kinds'a muffins. They both looked pretty good.

Hm... Yes. If we could access the mission reports, someone may come from them.

[Anyway indeed. About to stand, she stopped when he grabbed the bag.]

What flavor are they?

RECEPTION AREA

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EDGEWORTH'S OFFICE - copypasta-ing my last description like a bawss [OPEN]

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