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ʜᴀʟ ❖ ᴄʏᴏn - Closed

In war, all soldiers are soldiers of peace, of prosperity, of paradise.......

Tags: action, crime, dark fantasy, urban

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Player Level: Advanced

New Players: Closed

Creator: joonsexual

Created: 01-17-2013, 02:38 AM

 

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    There was an immediate swell of a sweet and spicy cadence to the room they entered, escorted by the Madam Fuji and flanked by her assistant. He fled to the shadows of the space once the woman in red turned to face them directly. As suggested, Acaelus knelt to the floor, padded and unfamiliar under his weight.

    Acaelus studied the woman at the center of the room and frowned when she began to take course with her objectives for the mission. Acaelus nodded in understanding and breathed in, waiting for some twist in the deal.

    They must play the role of workers. Acaelus gaze swept to his team; it was clear that they would be able to pull that off with no problem at all. They were sufficient candidates for the type of establishment that Madam Fuji ran. Definitely attractive enough.

    That seemed to be it, until the tall man—Takashi—Madam Fuji had moments before dismissed to fetch something, swept gracefully back into the space. A stack of two laquered boxes were levelled in his grasp, and behind him he was followed by the man they hadn't previously been introduced to. He—Makoto, Acaelus guessed—was shorter than his cohorts, with long dark hair drawn together with a black ribbon and a slight limp in his gait. Nothing particularly special about the two, but they were obviously close to the Madam; they had to be, considering she had just finished telling the team that their presence there was under a strict need-to-know basis.

    While the men presented the boxes in a fashion that showed they had already guessed who would be sporting each outfit, Madam Fuji's words struck Acaelus and his eyes snapped from the boxes to the woman in question, his expression incredulous.

    Kanon was quick to speak and Acaelus nearly spit out a laugh. But he swallowed the mirth and glanced to the other males in his team. Raising an eyebrow he considered her proposal for a moment and finally hummed in agreement. They each could pull off such attire. While Acaelus, definitely could not. “I agree. Wen,” Acaelus eyed the man and then glanced to Locke, who seemed far to comfortable with the notion, “Locke, are you prepared to get a little fancy for the good of this mission?”

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    "I propose that Wen and Locke should cross dress; they seem able to pass as women."

    What?

    "I agree. Wen"—there was a pause, an unreadable expression—"Locke, are you prepared to get a little fancy for the good of this mission?"

    "Wait," it was then that the blond decided to speak up; his hands held up in protest. "But I think we shouldn't be so hasty with our decision." There was a certain steeliness to his voice, an edge that said he wasn't going to go down so easily. "Who knows? Some people might enjoy the company of, ah"—he stalled for a second; his eyes looking over the brunette—"of his stature." He finished lamely.

    Even he could tell how ridiculous he sounded. There was no way Acaelus could pass for female, but, at the same time, Wen had his pride too. "How about we play for it?" He gestured to the brunette, hands forming in the all-too familiar sport of: rock-paper-scissor.

    "Winner picks."

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    "Wait! What?" Locke was rather shocked at the idea that he would have to cross-dress. Of course, the idea wasn't a new one to him. He knew that wasn't the manliest man around. And it didn't help that his best friend outside of work was a cross-dresser, and occasionally, things would happen where Locke would end up in a skirt as well.

    But for work? In a professional setting?

    By all means, Locke did not mind having to wear a female's uniform. It was only the fact that pictures or some kind of evidence that he did so willingly would be spread around. The redhead did not take kindly to things that would look badly on his behalf- even if he didn't think it as bad.

    But still, Locke said nothing that would make it seem as if he did mind having to dress as a woman. He took in a deep breath and held it for a moment, trying to find the right words.

    "If it is for the good of the mission, I will do it." he said simply. He then turned to Madame Fuji No Mya with a nod and then back at his lap. He didn't care for Wen and his current antics. Locke had the feeling- no he hoped- that God's Gift to Humanity would lose. As much as Acaelus was a handsome man, there was no way that he was going to be able to pull off any kind of feminine clothing.

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    Gear sat back and listened to the minister and the proceeding conversation. He didn't really like this kind of mission, but he understood the reason behind it. Many graduates tend to think that the missions Agents are given are always big fights and chases like some cheesy action movie, but many of them are exactly like this- a city needs help with a case of some sort, like a string of murders, and Siderus is called to help out- very investigative and not nearly as flashy. Still, he found these types of missions rather a drag. Not much for him to do, unless he was to walk the streets invisible, looking for any suspicious people. And that was utterly boring.

    It didn't really matter to him. He would follow any orders given- save those from the newly graduated Skylar. He hadn't really interacted with her much but he didn't really think it was a huge problem, seeing as techniquely Maalik was her Mentor. He was just here to observe. He would make plans to get to know her a little better though. Just for friendliness' sake.

    Gear was interested in why Cyril let Alarick lead, but he didn't question it, seeing as the scarred man would probably be at Aeres level if weren't for the accident. But the fact was the in rank, Gar was still higher, not that it matters, he was never a leader, so he gladly gives the suties to someone else he if can manage it.

    Gear didn't find any problem with going to see the police reports and potential suspects, btu the bodies intrigued him more.He wanted to see how they were marked and try to figure out why.

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    Acaelus gazed at Wen with a veil of incredulity and exasperation. Was the other man actually insinuating that they were to play a preschool game in the middle of a mission? In the presence of the client?

    With a huff of a breath and a small shake of his head Acaelus turned from the blonde man as he regarded Madam Fuji with an apologetic expression etched into his features before he spoke finally, coming to a decision in silence, "Agent Wen will be wearing the last uniform you have provided," his blue eyes, glazing brightly in the elegant lamplight, shifted back to his Agent and leveled him with a hard stare, "You will be wearing the female uniform, Wen."

    Clenching his jaw slightly, Acaelus glanced to Locke and nodded in acknowledgement and thanks. In front of where his team sat, the taller attendant leaned to rearrange the boxes when there was finality in Acaelus' tone. The container that was previously situated in front of Acaelus was shifted to sit in front of Wen instead and the other replaced it.

    "Madam, would there be any other instruction that is vital before we commence the investigation?" Acaelus asked and let his eyes catch hers.

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    Alarick had to fight off the urge to squint his eyes at Agent Aeres in utter scrutiny. Was it bad that he was assured that the S-Ranked Agent was up to something particularly underhanded? Ah- it wasn’t like Alarick to assume that his own team was plotting against him, but then again usually unruly members continued on with their discordant activities. Then again maybe Aeres was showing the side of himself that had managed to land him so firmly above all the ‘lowly peons’ of Sidereus.
    Or he was plotting something.
    Or he was actually being helpful.
    Or he was taking this time to rub Alarick’s face in the pile of mouth vomit the B-Agent had so freely sputtered during their meeting.
    It was both to Alarick’s advantage and disadvantage that he was so intricately detail-oriented. He was particularly good at putting the pieces together, but at the same time had a tendency to get sucked into one minute detail and ruminate over it.

    “Pleasure to meet you as well Minister- do not worry we shall get this handled as quickly as we can.” With that he turned towards both Agent Gear and Agent Quilliam being both silent wallflowers. Why was it he felt as if he was some talkative sheep amongst a den of silent wolves? Or maybe more so he was attempting to herd cats into a very specific area? And if his experience with Mister Grey had taught him anything it would be as frustrating as this felt right now. “A car would be most helpful. Thank you. We can wait on the curb for it.”
    Alarick wondered how well these new ‘leadership powers’ would work, or if he would have to snap his fingers to get everyone to follow him as he began to leave the Minister’s office.

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    Wen, contrary to popular belief, was not an idiot.

    He knew that the chances of him not playing the female part were about as good as getting struck by a meteor right then and there. He also knew that he was on thin ice with just about everyone on his team, which, surprisingly, stung a little.

    "Well, I suppose if you put it like that." And because Wen could never let another man have the last word in anything, he added, "Plus, I know that you're just dying to see me in a dress."

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    PRESENT (0910)
    @ HANA NO UCHI ; CEREMONY ROOM HARU

    While the agents slowly came to terms with their newfound and mostly unwanted positions, the brunette only watched with silent disapproval. The more she saw and heard of them, the more she found them unlikable.

    Particularly the blond.

    "Madam, would there be any other instruction that is vital before we commence the investigation?"

    Taking her eyes off the needlessly showy man, the brunette nodded in answer to the question. "You will not be allowed to stay in the same room. The girls"—dark eyes, the color of spilled ink, glanced over the remaining three faces—"will be staying in the annex. You will be living elsewhere."

    With only a single glance at Makoto and Takashi, the two men nodded in some unspoken understanding. "If you will excuse me, I have a prior engagement to attend to. Apologies."

    As she left the room, her motions swift and graceful, the two men came to stand before the still-seated agents.

    "We will help you prepare."


    INSTRUCTIONS: The next scene should begin with all the characters appropriately dressed and situated. Also, the investigation will have "officially" begun. You guys are free to move about the compound as you see fit. There is no need to wait for me to change scenes/locations. All I ask is that you allow ME to control the NPCs.

    HERE IS A MAP OF THE COMPOUND!


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    PRESENT (0922)
    @ BD-5 CITY HALL ; MINISTER'S OFFICE

    The car ride to the police station was a short one and, truth be told, the group could have easily walked to the building without any great difficulties. It was, quite literally, a straight line.

    Once at the station, the team was met by a tall and imposing gentleman. Chief Zhang was nothing like Minister Huang, who greeted the team with a general air of hospitality. His words were clipped—cold and professional—and his expression reflected neither friendliness nor welcome.

    He had wasted no time with introductions or offers for drinks. Once he said what he wanted, he was gone and the team was left to their own devices. To be fair, Chief Zhang had given the group a private, undisturbed work space—a medium-sized room with a clear board for brainstorming and an electronic table similar to the one at the agency. Although, unlike the obsidian machine back home, this one was clearly a much older model.

    It even had the loving scratches of use to prove it.

    "So, now that we're here and all set-up, what do you say we do, Captain Alarick?"


    INSTRUCTIONS: You are free to move around the building! If you guys would like a map of the police station, I can arrange for that. You don't need to wait for me to change scenes with Aeres/NPC. However, please allow me to control the NPCs. I will always try to respond in a timely manner! If there are any questions, please let me know and, as always, the OOC is available for plotting out future actions.

    HERE IS A MAP!


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    Out of the three, Locke seemed to be the most excited to get the uniform on. However, when he was done being dressed, he found himself even more miserable than before. Everything was tight in all the wrong places and he couldn't sit the way that he really wanted to. Movement was extremely constricted and with all the layers, he was much warmer than he was in his previous uniform. On top of all of that, he felt the uncontrollable urge to punch himself in the face.

    Why would I EVER want to wear something like this? He shook his head and a hair pin on the side jingled, the glass and metal bead strands hitting against each other. Each bead had a distinct difference in it, with either a variable kind of flower painted on it, or a different size. When they were fixing his hair and make-up -whenever his eyes weren't closed- that hair pin was in his face, and he was given time to get to know it personally. In the hour or so that he was able to stare at it, he grew rather fond of it, and knew that he would have to get one for himself once he left the compound.

    Maybe get one for Alarick too. His inner voice joked. He offered a light chuckle before being told to stand up. He did so, and Makoto led him unsteadily to a full-length mirror.

    After actually looking at himself, Locke didn't recognize the figure in the glass. In fact, he was stunned enough that he was waiting for whoever he saw to move out of the way. It took a moment before he realized that it was himself, and it made him gasp.

    The kimono was made out of a deep emerald green silk with an elaborate floral design in pinks, reds and lighter greens that seemed to contrast so well with his hair that he wound himself cursing at himself for not thinking of that color combination sooner. He didn't like making his brilliant crimson hair the focal point of an outfit, but this was absolutely beautiful. His eyes than traveled to find even more things to notice, like the red under layers of fabrics, an almost perfect match to his hair that played up the contrast even more.

    But then he saw his face. He grimaced at the increased paleness of his skin and the bright red on his lips. The feeling of having a second skin was growing even more noticeable and itchy. The urge to punch himself faded into one of the need to scratch at his face, but even he knew that that was unladylike.

    He turned away from the mirror to watch the other two getting ready. It was a rather long process, but the two men seemed to know well what they were doing. His expression was one of boredom, but slowly the edges of his lips turned up.

    "You look even prettier than you did when I first met you, Wen." His voice broke his silence, as he hadn't spoken since the assistants had moved in on getting him ready.

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    "You look even prettier than you did when I first met you, Wen."

    At the compliment, the blond flashed the redhead a smug smile. "Are you going to buy me a drink with that compliment?"

    He even sealed his words with a flirtatious wink, a gesture that seemed oddly practiced.

    It was hard to believe that, only a short while earlier, the blond had been adamantly opposed to the idea, vehemently refusing to cooperate. It was hard to believe that the blond, now admiring himself before the full-length mirror, twisting and turning his body into flattering poses, was the same agent who proposed rock-paper-scissors as a means of not dressing up.

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    Though the appearances of the three agents had all changed significantly, the entire atmosphere around Kanon had completely turned itself over. The cold and professional aura that the teal haired woman had previously channeled had transformed itself into something that had never been seen before; at least not from Kanon.

    Her hair, usually tied in twin tails, had been pinned up, twisted around so that two loose curls hung down elegantly on either side of her face, while a pair of hairpins accentuated and held together the whole hair style.

    The kimono that Kanon wore suited her slim shape very well. It was a pale orange color, with scarlet, gold, and green details that shimmered as she moved, almost like a soft candle’s flame.

    Her face, though pale as the others, seemed less frigid, and had a softer, more innocent look; a better reflection of the mere twenty three years she’d been living. However, her eyes were the same--- cold, harsh, and altogether, business-like, same as usual.

    Kanon turned towards the other two, who had exchanged a few words a moment or two ago. Wen was now playing the model, and adjusting to a new pose every few seconds, and Locke- well, he was doing whatever Locke was doing. She bit her lip. It wasn’t time for modeling in front of mirrors, it was time to investigate. ”Let’s get to work.”

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    The police station seemed stale in regards to the offices he was used to at Sidereus. Yet Alarick wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth- especially when they were being so cooperative. Of course they had probably been given the eye by the Minister to be this pleasant and giving. He could only imagine what that sort of threat was like- the man was so intimidating. His digits ran over the digital display and the tips of his digits felt the smooth indentations of wear.

    Yet his head snapped back, and he looked Agent Aeres straight in the center of his eyes with indignation. “Right.” He breathed heavily, “well this will teach me to keep my mouth shut and play dead during those meetings.” Alarick’s hand came to his forehead at that moment. “I say we divide the team and two of us tend to the bodies and get an eyeful of what caused their death maybe it’ll give us a direction, and then the other two head to evidence and see if they had anything curious on them at the time of death. Those are my two suggestions- I do always want to defer to your more learned opinion Agent Aeres. You are team lead- no matter how you wish to angle this.” Alarick offered a sweet smile. “I mean considering rank- I’m second lowest. Maybe we should confer with Agent Gear as well.” He paused, “but if we are all in agreement- I say lets’ get to it. Burning daylight as they say.”

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    PRESENT (0924)
    @ BD-5 POLICE STATION ; WORK ROOM

    The redhead offered a slow, languid smile in response as he made himself comfortable in one of the seats.

    "Oh, but I've already been assigned to stand in the back...looking pretty." It was nearly word-for-word. "And I'm the weakest link, after all. No need to consult me.

    "I'm only here to observe her." He gestured to Skylar, but kept his stare pinned onto Alarick. "There was nothing in my assignment that said I had to be lead. I was only offering to do so earlier, but, since you know better, please, show me how this is done."

    If it wasn't obvious then, it was obvious now: Aeres had no intentions of making this easy on Alarick. He had no intentions of doing anything to make the task smoother. "And if we're going to split up, I'll be going with the grad. You know, mentorship and all."


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    Gear almost had to repress his laughter about the dealings of Aeres and Alarick. This was not going to be easy on either of them.

    Skylar hadn't spoken up yet, which didn't surprise Gear. He didn't really like the idea of Aeres taking her, mainly because she didn't know what to do and Aeres didn't seem like he wanted to help. But Gear knew better than to get involved with Aeres.

    "I see no problem with spliting up. Who's going where though?"

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    Seriously, she did not find the drama appealing at all and the idea of being grouped with Aeres was absolutely unpleasant. Mentorship and all, my arse... she sighed and did an honest facepalm, Well thanks, nanny Aeres.

    The job was going to be tougher than expected.

    "If you don't have any preference, can I do the evidence thing? Running around sounds better than staying with corpses to me," apparently she did not think much before speaking; her words were filled with traces of inexperience. The impatient redhead merely wanted to make things go faster.

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    So now Agent Aeres was just putting words in Alarick’s mouth and making sure their situation that more troubling. Yet instead of showing the exasperation upon his face, and lamenting his social woes- the Pulvis user just sucked up the antagonism brewing in his throat like some angry sea god and continued on. “Well how very professional of you,” Alarick stated with grin. It was sarcasm, but he delivered it in a sincere enough manner (maybe not the most sincere but there were limits to his patience). “Very well I shall go with Agent Gear,” another sigh would have been entered here if he wasn’t attempting to swallow down his avarice. “You and Agent Quilliam shall head to evidence. Lets’ meet back here when we have collected our data and formulate our next move- as a group.” Alarick laid that next part on a bit thick, but he figured that if he didn’t give it a heavy enough emphasis then he would have all these agents running over him like teenage children to a submissive maternal figure.

    He took no hesitation in leaving the room. Immediately Alarick missed his cane, but it was far gone- ensconced in some rubble in Berlin- an accident that Agent Gear had caused in his abrasively aggressive maneuvering. Was he surrounded by idiots? Or is this what happened when you were sentenced to a few years desk work in analytics and asked to come face first back into field work.
    Damn the days that he missed this.
    Alarick’s abrupt exist may have been stunted by waiting on the elevator, and he would have asked about the stairs but the elevator dinged quickly enough. A few people exited the small compartment, and one girl holding a near tower of files manages to drop a few to the ground in accident. Alarick kneels to grab them and hand them back to her- his eyes attempting to scour any information from the manila organizers before he relinquishes them. He only hopes that Agent Gear is keeping the elevator for him and Agent Aeres hasn’t had time to catch up and snarl his usual unhelpful sentences. “Here you go.”

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    Detective Langley was, as she liked to believe, a very capable officer. She scored well on the exit exams and arrived at the department with glowing recommendations. But, unfortunately, she was new and stuck with all the menial tasks.

    For today, she was supposed to review old, cold cases--cases that were twelve-years-old and collecting dust in the data rooms.

    And, perhaps, because she felt a strong need to prove her abilities, she had picked up more than she should have--more than she could actually carry.

    The files towered well above her, swaying precariously from side to side. And, as such, it was inevitable when a few slipped out of her grasp. The files spilled out of their folders and onto the floor, right in front of the guest-agents--SA agents.

    "Here you go."

    "Oh, thanks. Sorry," she mumbled, embarrassed at her own clumsiness. Without another word, she straightened up the stack in her hand and, very quickly, headed back to her desk. One day, she'll work the field. One day.


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    Gear did indeed hold the elevator door for his colleague and pressed the button for the morgue. Once the elevator began to move, Gear turned to Alarick and said, "I was kind of waiting for you to snap back there. Don't let Aeres get to you." That as all Gar felt needed to be said.

    When the buzzer rang for the morgue, Gear quickly got out and went to the medical examiner, he gave a curt bow and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Agent Gear and this is Agent Reindhart. We are here about the serial murders."

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    PRESENT (0933)
    @ BD-5 POLICE STATION ; MORGUE

    Xiao Ling paused in her work as one of the agents spoke, giving names to their otherwise nameless selves. She waited until he had finished before walking over to an unlit table. She tapped at something unseen on the floor and, like magic, a brilliant white-light showered from above, enveloping everything in the area in bright clarity.

    "This is one of the victims. The others are over there." Xiao Ling pointed at five other tables parallel to the one they were at. "The rest are in holding," she paused, examined the two agents and added, "So they don't decompose in my lab."

    The body that slept before them was a man with short black hair and narrow, delicate features. He looked young--too young to be on a table in the morgue. "Identity unknown, male, seventeen"--she read off a list; her eyes scanning through the text at record speed--"time of death: eight hours ago."

    She flipped through the pages, but read nothing else. Instead, she handed the file to Agent Gear. With her hands freed from the papers, Xiao Ling walked around the table and took the boy's hand. "The flower is here"--on the underside of his wrist--"the ink is a custom creation. We can't source it."

    Setting the hand back onto the table, Xiao Ling waited for questions. She didn't talk about the disjointed manner of the victim's body, but it was obvious from the bruising that gathered at every point of articulation.





    INFORMATION INSIDE THE FOLDER: The body was found inside of an abandoned warehouse, stuffed into a wooden trunk (the trunk is in the lab for examination). The cause of death was strangulation. There is no secondary DNA on the body, but there is a partial print--no match.


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    PRESENT (0933)
    @ BD-5 POLICE STATION ; EVIDENCE HOLDING

    With the team finally separated, Aeres headed down to evidence, which, as things turned out, was on the same floor as the morgue.

    During the ride down, the redhead stayed in the back corner of the box, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked over the other two agents: Gear and Alarick. They stood on the opposite side of the eight-by-eight box--away from him.

    'Well, this is interesting.'

    But his thoughts were his own.

    When the ride came to an eventual end, Aeres headed for the evidence room. The faster they did this, the faster they could go home.

    Sitting at the table were two officers with blank faces. One of them had a mustache and the other wore dark, thick-rimmed glasses. The one with the mustache was the first to speak, "How can I help you guys?" His English was shaky and his accent smothered the words.

    "We're from SA," Aeres answered, not giving Skylar a chance to jump in. "We need the evidence for cases in the 44A-X1 file."

    The officer nodded as he punched in a code and, suddenly, a loud beep echoed throughout the warehouse. "You'll need to go back there. It's in the A-lot. Just follow the lights on the ground."

    Without another word, Aeres headed in the direction of the lights, his steps fast. It wasn't long before he arrived at A-lot, which turned out to be a decent ten-by-ten storage unit. "Have you read the case files?"






    NOTATIONS: The evidence is stored inside of the unit. The wooden trunk that is relevant to the latest victim is currently in a lab for examination. Feel free to make up evidence you would like to examine. I will post immediately after to reveal what could be learned about the object. This might be tricky, but if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask.


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    "Let's get to work."

    At her words, Wen tore his eyes away from his reflection, which proved more difficult than normal, and gave his attention to her.

    "So serious," he said, shaking his head at her stiffness. "You need to relax. Investigations are not a game of speed to the end. They're about careful observations," he explained wisely; his expression a muted display of sage-like knowledge.

    "But it would do you good to start," Takashi added. His expression was stern and the frown pulling at the corner of his lips suggested he was nonplussed by the events. "The sooner you finish your job, the sooner we can go back to our actual duties."

    And while Takashi spoke, Makoto helped Wen readjust his obi--pulling it higher and tightening the bow. He smiled at the taller man's words, but kept his thoughts to himself.

    "The house is closed to customers today. Please feel free to look around"--he paused, glanced at Makoto--"Do not access the restricted areas. Those are the Madam's private space."

    "Alright, alright," Wen surrendered as Makoto gave the bow a final tug. "We'll get started. So... who wants to do what?"


    THE TIME IS NOW 9:28 AM.

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    The bit bit of wisdom that Wen had given was rather uncharacteristic of him, or, at least so in the eyes of Locke. He had only seen the playful and terribly flirty side so far. Shaking off the sudden urge to find out what else the blond had up his sleeve, Locke stepped up to the plate to suggest something.

    "I believe we should talk to some of the employees here about the thirteen disappearances. After we talk to Acaelus, I mean. We should get a collection of what we know so far, and then go talk to the employees." He pursed his lips to make himself stop talking. Oddly enough, the redhead was starting to feel very self-conscious, the idea of having to talk to others, in public, looking dressed up and looking very much like a woman. He would have put his hands in his pockets to curb this anxiousness, but he was lacking in then. Instead, he put his arms together in the sleeves, trying to find a motion equivalent, but he found that it didn't work well.

    Locke knew that he should have been prepared to do anything for his job. Often, he had to do odd things to get the mission done, and this just seemed to be the weirdest and one of the most uncomfortable he had to do.

    "If no one objects, I do believe that we should- uh... Where is Acaelus staying anyway? And could you possibly give us a tour of the facilities?" Locke turned to Takashi, curiosity dancing across his bi-colored eyes like a fire. "If we knew where we were, it would make this investigation go a lot smoother, don't you think?"

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    "Agent Trusz-Muir is at the unconnected annex," Takashi answered; his voice steely and void of any comfort. "If you need a tour, you can read the manuals"—he gestured to a stack of neatly arranged packets—"Neither Makoto or I have so much free time as to walk through the compounds."

    By now, it was obvious that Takashi, like the Madam, had little love for the agents.

    "If you'll excuse us, we will be taking our leave now." It was less of a request and more of a fact because, before any of the agents could keep two men from leaving, they were gone. But as Makoto walked through the door, he paused.

    Turning to face the agents, the shorter male said, "Momoko was Kitara's best friend. You should speak with Momoko." And, with a small nod, the man was gone.

    "Well, then," Wen started, "I don't think we should all speak to Momoko at once. We're trying to keep a low-profile, right? How about we split up?"

    It was strange how orderly and capable Wen was behaving. In fact, it was as if he was a whole different person—a whole different agent. But, before that thought could be carried out for long, the blond added, "I think Kanon and I can do a little snooping around, right?"

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    And that didn't last long. Locke sighed and let his eyebrows create a furrow. He threw a glance at Kanon, an expression that resembled a mixture of concern and a slight irritation on his face. He got the feeling that Wen would end up spending most of his time trying to flirt with the aqua-haired girl.

    "If Kanon is alright with it," The redhead brought his gaze back to Wen, the ridge his eyebrows formed had disappeared. "And only if you behave." It was like warning a child or an unruly teenager, and he knew full well that the advice wouldn't be heeded at all. Without Acaelus around, Locke felt like he was supposed to give out orders, like a mother would without the presence of the child's father.

    Oh, what an idea. The team was very much like a family, was it not? Acaelus was the oh-so-serious and famous father, Locke was quite a bit like the mother, Wen was the terrible flirt of an older brother, and Kanon, poor Kanon, was the obedient younger sister. He would have to tell Alarick about that later, to get his opinion on it and maybe a laugh.

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    "Behave?" Wen echoed, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. "Locke, Locke, Locke," he said in a sing-song voice; his tongue clicking in mock disapproval. "Jealousy is so unbecoming on a man. You know, I would have asked to be with you, but I don't play with other people's toys. If you know what I mean." He winked, laughing as he did so.



    THE TIME IS NOW 9:31 AM


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    Alarick should have been ready for what awaited them in the morgue, but he found his mouth drying out at the sight of that young form on the slab. Yet before his mind could find itself in a darker place than the one it currently inhabited he was drawn back into reality by the sound of Xiao Ling’s voice. She presented the evidence in a plainly sterile manner, and then handed the file over to Agent Gear. Alarick pressed his eyes against the features of the corpse and tried to discern anything that would lead them in one direction or another. “Is the rose mark in the same place on each victim?” He asked plainly not really wanting to go around jerking and pulling each corpse- especially during an ongoing investigation. “What about the ratio of males to females? And- was there any sign that they might have been engaged in any sexual activity before their death? I know there is only so much you can gather, but I figure I would ask- might help narrow down our leads.” He paused, “also- did each of them die the same way- by strangulation? I had read that many of them were brutalized quite nastily. And this one stuffed into a wooden box. Hm. Might need to check that out.” That last bit was him rambling under his breath. He was attempting to narrow down his ideas and funnel them out into a neat and orderly fashion. “Also- the places they are left- random? In these warehouses, dark alleys and such- or are they located to one area?”

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    Kanon didn't really understand what Locke and Wen were going on about. Something about behaving. To be honest, the female didn't mind Wen's strange approach with communication, but it seemed that Locke found it rather unsettling, from what she could gather with what he'd said.

    She waited for the banter between the two to subside before clearing her throat, "I'd be fine with investigating---" -here she threw a look at Wen, "With him."

    Kanon then gave Locke a wry smile, "I'll be fine."

    The teal haired woman could take care of herself, or at least that was what she liked to believe.

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    Locke could feel his cheeks light up, even though the white make-up covering his face hid it. He was about to make a fuss about a number of things wrong with Wen's argument, but Kanon had actually agreed to work with the blond. He forced himself to shut his mouth and push off the argument, and nodded.

    "Alright." He sighed, pushing a stray red hair out of his face. "So, we'll meet back here at," he glanced up at a clock on the wall. "Twelve seems about right." And with that, Locke walked over to the neat stacks of paper and books and sat down on the ground next to them, before pulling on into his lap and examining it.

    He flipped through the book, finding the map. He pulled out the sheet and then studdied it. Top floor? He picked up the booklet once more and flipped through it, trying to find a map of the upstairs. When he couldn't find it, he found himself rather agitated. Notes on the rules of staying in the compound, details of the various duties of employees and other information was there, but the fact that the map wasn't complete seemed to absolutely piss the redhead off.

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    PRESENT (0944)
    @ BD-5 POLICE STATION ; MORGUE

    Xiao Ling patiently waited for the agent to finish.

    "The rose is always on the underside of the lefthand, by the wrist." She gestured to the other bodies lying on the unlit tables behind her. "And, no, there were no traces of any sexual activities.

    "The cause of death for each victim is the same, but there are some wound inconsistencies. The medical reports"—she nodded to the folder still in Agent Gear's hands—"have a more detailed documentation of the tragedies."

    Walking around the table, Xiao Ling picked up the victim's left leg and said, "There is, however, something unusual about this body. You see this?" She circled an odd tattoo printed onto the calf. "This tattoo is fresh. The victim couldn't have gotten it more than two or three weeks prior to expiring."

    Unlike the rose marking, which was succinct in design and neatly branded, the tattoo was an elaborate portrait of a dragon encircling an uncolored apple. It was a beautiful piece and, even without the color, it was astonishingly mesmerizing. "I suspect the victim was planning to return later for a coloring job."

    Setting the leg back onto the table, Xiao Ling picked up the last of his questions. "All of the bodies have been dumped in low-trafficked areas. I'm not familiar with the exact dumping grounds, but I'm sure the lead detective on the case, Detective Hui, will have a better answer."


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