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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jan 20, 2015 23:19:35 GMT
The Nekojin waggs her tail excitedly and says, "We get called in and are waiting (boring) to find out why, nyan." She bows respectfully to both and says in a playful way, "A gentlemen always introduces themselves first, nyan. Tehe. Just kidding. Call me Fuyuko-chan, nyan."
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Post by Wavelength on Jan 23, 2015 5:19:00 GMT
Satomi's mind filled with horrible images of people suffering, begging for help while the nurse who should be there--Hayashi Satomi--dawdled out on the streets. She panted loudly with effort as she sprinted toward the Megatokyo Defense Force HQ. "Can't... be... late... please, no...!" Every pristine window, even the structure's mighty angular shape looked down and frowned on her imperfection, making Satomi hyperventilate even more. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening them up again, focusing shamefully on the sidewalk.
She burst in through the emergency entrance and fell straight to her knees. "I'm--I'm so sorry I'm late!!!" she shouted into the floor, panting. After a moment of relative silence, she looked up and noticed that nobody from the medical division was even in the main lobby. ...Where was the Doctor--Oh, no, I'm THAT late! she panicked. They'll send me back to the village, I'll be a failure on two worlds, I'll...
"Are you Hayashi Satomi-san?" a male voice interrupted her train of thought. Satomi looked to the side and flinched. A security guard had walked up to her. She swallowed at the imposing figure and nodded. The guard continued, "I was told you would be arriving any time now. For future reference, though, please do not use those doors unless there is an actual emergency."
Satomi's eyes widened for a moment before she hid them in another deep bow. "H-hontou ni gomennasai! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to cause so much trouble!" she stuttered.
The guard smiled and gave her a forgiving wave of his hand. "It's all right, just remember that for next time. You're here in response to the Lieutenant's call, right? You'll need to report to his office on the third floor. Take elevator 1, head left, and you'll see it straight down the hall."
"Y-yes! Thank you so much!" Satomi replied with another abrupt bow. Relieved by one last comfirmational nod from the guard, Satomi turned toward Elevator 1 and hurried through the contraband scanner, wiping off a couple tears on the way. It was just a meeting... W-wow, I really need to get a hold of myself. And the emergency entrance...! How embarrassing! I'm still probably late, though!
Once on the third floor, Satomi turned left and saw the door the secruity guard had pointed her to. A few other individuals were gathered around, as though they were waiting for someone. Satomi gasped and ran over to them as quickly as she could. "I-I'm so sorry to keep everyone waiting!" she panted as she closed the last couple meters between herself and the group, ending in a low bow. "Please... please forgive me!" She winced in fear of being rebuked, not daring to look up and see that no one here had a Lieutenant's uniform on.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Jan 25, 2015 1:43:23 GMT
Fuyuko notices the new one and bows in greeting. "It is fine. We all are still waiting on the lieutenant anyways, nyan. I'm Fuyuko and the twins there are kibou and Yuuki. Say hi Kibou and Yuuki, nyan."
The twin foxes bow as well in greeting.
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Post by Wavelength on Jan 25, 2015 2:33:05 GMT
Satomi stopped breathing for a moment and looked up. Nobody here was a lieutenant! She appreciated the order superiors maintained, but for once, she was very glad that an officer was nowhere to be seen. I'm... not late, then! Satomi smiled for a moment and straightened up... then remembered that she was in front of several people who were all looking at her. The smile vanished, replaced by a gradually increasing red in her cheeks as her eyes darted between foxes, catgirl, orc, and high-schooler. After a literal five second wait, she tipped her head forward enough to hide her eyes behind the few bangs that weren't bundled up in her ponytail. "H-Hayashi Satomi," she answered clearly but without any easy-to-discern emotion.
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Post by scrinius on Jan 25, 2015 5:00:11 GMT
There is a small office on the fourth story of the MegaToyko Defense force. In a standard soldier’s care, the room would contain a cabinet with an armory. However, this room has replaced the standard armory with a simple katana holder near the door and a pack. The computer desk’s keyboard is always kept folded up, as the user is far more used to use the auditory interface then touching the tech. The one extra table is covered with a large star chart, and one wall has multiple calendars and pictures. Asakura Katsumi sits primly at her desk, clearly speaking into her computer. She is a slender girl, two inches taller than the average height for her age, garbed in the traditional robes of the onmyouji. Her robe is made of pale silk, very tightly woven to provide a modicum of armor.
“The weapon the criminal used to kill the unfortunate officer was extremely sharp, but not as sharp as the sonic or energy blades of Megatokyo. The cut does not follow the angle used for enchanted knives, the attacker pried through the armor. Dents around the blow demonstrate the wielder had superhuman strength. The lacerations were clearly that of a claw, suggesting an animalistic assailant, but money was stolen, so the being was probably sentient. I do not believe the man was savaged by a pet or an obvious monster, as there were no signs of struggle at his post. We are probably dealing with either a shapeshifter, or someone who can hide himself in plain view. The criminal is probably not experienced wielder of magic, as only money was stolen. Theft of heirlooms or rare materials has not been reported.”
“If I am wrong, and the criminal is experienced in the ways of magic, or hopes to acquire a technological edge, it means we are dealing with someone who wants us to believe for now that he is only in it for the money. Although there is no evidence yet of an accomplice, a shapeshifter could work to set up an ambush with others of its kind. A smart criminal would have plans to split that much money, or an organization to buy protection from. What our opponent is currently unknown, the hair found is not done being analyzed. I shall equip myself with poison, and I recommend tranquilizing rounds filled with holy water and wolfsbane. Whether the enemy is harmed by poison, holy water, or wolfsbane may help us learn his origin. I shall update this as quickly as possible after successfully divining the location of the criminal and the stolen wealth.”
Asakura Katsumi reads through the document in front of her, nods curtly, and says “send”. She looks back down at the rest of paperwork and then throws her head back and closes her eyes, the look worry hanging around her eyes dissolving as she lets it slip away.
[Sections reliant on powers established on Character Sheet are in green for now]
"I'm--I'm so sorry I'm late!!!" A young girl has just burst into the building. She looks …well, the brightness of her eyes and look of adorable franticness is practically stunning. If a girl like that is rushing into a police station, it would normally mean there was a terrible accident. But golden healing power swirls around inside her. This is no ordinary girl.”
Well, looks like the team is just about gathered. I should head down.
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Post by thewandererofinns on Jan 29, 2015 5:04:25 GMT
…I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming. This has to be a dream. I must still be asleep on the train.
Before me stands a girl about my height, with a very fit build—a perfect blend of fat and muscle, her arms, hands and legs attesting to her athletic capabilities. Her physique is understated but very attractive; it’s the kind of figure that goes well with just about any outfit. Her build is—ah, forget describing it, it’s just right. I can’t think of any other way to put it. It’s just right. Her skin is also noteworthy—it’s got a beautifully slight texture to it. She looks like she loves the outdoors.
But if I stopped there, I’d be doing myself an injustice, because then there’s her face. Where do I begin with that?
To say her face is round is quite the understatement; from the look of it, her face is well-proportioned, with accentuated bones that serve to make her face extremely curvaceous. Her chin that sits in the perfect balance between sharp and curved. Her lips look especially soft, and her small forehead and somewhat prominent philtrum gracefully transition into her lovely, slight nose—seriously, it takes up so little of her breathtaking face. Actually, my eyes were drawn to her nose immediately—there are some faded freckles adorning her pretty features that only serve to augment her beauty instead of detracting from it.
The girl’s hair, currently in a ponytail, is a subtle yet eye-catching orange, long enough to reach the middle of her back if it was untied. It contrasts well against her green clothes and complements those arresting, amber, almost almond-shaped eyes (they’re more tender and curved—maybe it has to do with her eyelashes).
Make no mistake.
This girl is gorgeous.
I can’t help but stare at this Hayashi Satomi. There’s no way a girl this pretty could be part of the police force.
Except she’s on the third floor, which I’m pretty certain is off-limits to normal citizens. So she has to be with us.
But what could she do? From her timid, shying pose, her body language strongly suggests that she’s the opposite of confident—as if she had been summoned by mistake.
Now isn’t the time to ponder on what she can and can’t do, though. I turn towards her—I haven’t stopped staring at her incredibly cute face ever since she started running towards us—and bow. Time to be a gentleman.
“Pleasure to meet you, Hayashi-san. I’m Minabe Shinji,” I say in the voice I only reserve for the most charming of ladies. “You are also here for the lieutenant?”
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Post by Wavelength on Jan 29, 2015 8:45:31 GMT
Satomi blinked and looked up to meet Shinji's gaze, her amber eyes sparkling back at his. "Y-yes," she replied with a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She only managed to maintain eye contact for two seconds before looking down and fidgeting nervously with her hands.
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Post by laserbolt on Jan 31, 2015 0:12:32 GMT
Takimurak couldn't hold back, and let out a low growl. "Is there a single person who works in this holy temple of the law that ISN'T AN 11th GRADER!?"
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Post by Wavelength on Jan 31, 2015 4:41:09 GMT
Satomi winced at Takimurak's tone, but glanced at Fuyuko and Minabe with confusion. They're both... eleventh graders? In the police wing? She would have raised a hand in response to the Orc's question... if she actually worked here. For now, Satomi gulped and discreetly stepped to the side to put Minabe between herself and Takimurak.
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Post by scrinius on Feb 2, 2015 4:47:07 GMT
There is suddenly a flash of green light.
The holy temple of law, also known as police headquarters, now holds yet another teenager. This one has black hair, about two inches taller then the average height, has slender if sharp features, and dark eyes and hair contrasting with her fairer skin. she is dressed in a modified version of the onmyōji robes. It remains double layered silk robe, though the sleeves are tighter to avoid snagging in combat and the skirt has been modified to the length of a knight's long surcoat. At her side is a katana, the scabbard is of a dark wavy metal, and the hilt is wrapped in tight red cloth. There is one article of clothing that seems out of place, an organitech green device that resembles a four tentacled flatheaded octopus with its tentacles woven around her wrist as a bracelet.
Her face is arranged in a friendly smile as she says "Hajimemashite. I am Asakura Kasumi, onmyōji in training at Megatokyo Academy and Abe temple. I hope to be service in hunting down this murderer."
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Post by thewandererofinns on Feb 3, 2015 2:46:14 GMT
Okay, seriously?
I’m pretty sure I’m not actually having one of my weird moe dreams anymore.
I was about to correct Takimurakku-san—“Yes, actually. I’m a third-year”—but now standing before all of us is a traditionally-garbed girl who looks like she works at a shrine.
Except she is more than that.
Silk robe, shortened enough to run… check… Silk sleeves, long and loose… check… Octopus bracelet—
…check. That’s DEFINITELY not traditional. It’s a bright green, extremely organic bracelet with… arms? It’s almost as if the bracelet was made to perfectly suit her wrist, that’s how well it fits. It’s definitely more alien than my gun—the design of the bracelet looks too fluid and natural to have come from the same universe as this weapon.
The gun shifts again, helping me to refocus. I’m thinking about all this because I’m still trying to comprehend who exactly stands before me.
Never, in my moe dreams, or in any of my flights of fancy, would I have ever considered the possibility that I would get to meet the heir of the one and only Abe no Seimei.
Long, brushed black hair; a delicate but muscular frame that was an elegant mix of refined and powerful; exquisite eyes; a confident, proud stature… the heir just exudes class and commands respect.
The way she spoke, in case her appearance wasn’t a dead giveaway, further emphasized her origins. Her tone was magnificently airy, pleasant, and soothing—the kind of voice you only hear the richest of the rich use.
Except it was also condescending. I’m fairly confident in my ability to read people, and judging from the smile and tone of voice, she’s not here because she wants to be.
At best, we’re baggage. At worst, we’re sword practice.
I’ve heard stories about that katana. Some say it could be forged of highest-purity orichalcum and was made by the greatest blacksmith of our time. Some say, considering her onmyouji background, the blade was handled and blessed by legendary magical practitioners. Some say that it cuts through depleted uranium as if it were air.
All I know is, I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that thing. So it’s time to bow, and bow deeply.
“I am pleased to meet you too,” I respond. This isn’t the time for flirting or jokes—I’m honestly more afraid of her than I am of the orc. “My name is Minabe Shinji. It is a great honor.”
I don’t look up. It’s best to play it safe with the heir and risk looking like a fool.
In the back of my mind I’m beginning to envision the ojou relaxing with tea as the sun sets, the soft breeze delicately lifting and playing with her hair and robes. I can imagine her softly smile, at extreme peace as she ponders about her latest read, or the latest piece she mastered. I can just picture the grace with which she lifts the cup to her thin lips, and the class with which takes a sip. I remember those dark blue eyes; they stare back at me welcomingly, beckoning me to tread lightly over to her seat. Those dark blue eyes light up several shades as I stare closely into them. Those dark blue eyes shine a brilliant, entrancing shade of blue as she gently places her cup on the table and those hands embrace my palms. Those dark blue eyes are no longer dark and they keep watching and they keep taking me in further and further as I twist free from her slight grip and gently place my hands on her arms and then her shoulders and those hypnotizing eyes just don’t break free as I pull the charming girl so very close for a ki—
…this might be a moe dream after all. That went way too far.
She’d BETTER not be able to read minds.
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Feb 6, 2015 19:03:03 GMT
Fuyuko looks upset. "Mrrrr....I am a college student! The next one to call me a kid will deal with my claws...Mrrrr." Fuyuko turns and glares at those who talked about her as if she was a child. She looks like one upset Neko.
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Post by scrinius on Feb 7, 2015 1:22:05 GMT
If Asakura Katsumi can read minds, she is currently showing no indication. She bows back, not as deeply but with respect. Her eyes scan each companion, staying slightly longer on Satomi. She tilts her head slightly and smiles, as if noticing something. With that, she turns back to Shinji.
“A pleasure as well, Shinji-san. I have read your file. It says you can reliably make a headshot from ten kilometers away.”
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Post by Midnight_Aurora on Feb 7, 2015 18:16:47 GMT
It takes a bit, and the two pets of hers back away during that time, for Fuyuko to calm down. She turns to the new addition and bows respectfully ssaying, "Konichiwa. I am Usami Fuyuko."
(If there is any spelling errors, My bad. Am not good at spelling. Especially in anther language then English.)
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Post by scrinius on Feb 8, 2015 3:16:17 GMT
Katsumi nods back receptively. She has already greeted and bowed to the group, no need to repeat motion every time like this is a formal court introduction.
"Hello Fuyuko-san. Your fox companions' true forms look impressively dangerous. Are you a professional trainer?
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