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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 19 2010, 11:56 AM (972 Views) | |
| Sujin | Nov 19 2010, 11:56 AM Post #1 |
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Robyn sat at one of the desks in the agency, slouched back against a chair, one leg crossed over the other. She had completely zoned-out and was staring at the wall opposite of her, the pattering of raindrops outside drowning out the typically mind-numbing ticks of the nearby wall clock. It was her turn to mind the office in case any walk-ins graced the premises, and needless to say, apparently no crimes needed insta-solving that day. She leaned her head back against the top of the wheeled chair and looked up at the ceiling. It wasn’t cracking skulls or hunting down human trafficking ring leaders, but she was bringing in pay. Maybe this wasn’t so terrible. The gunslinger stood up from the chair and paced around the office, the heels of her boots clacking softly on the floor as she walked. She had tried to do some tidying up around the place, but no matter how many piles of papers she moved, another three took each one’s place. For such a comparatively small town, Hyakuji’s detective agency had a hell of a lot of paperwork. The girl meandered her way to the window and stared out of the rain-streaked panes. What few pedestrians were outside were covered in rain jackets or carried umbrellas, and it reminded her of the rain gear she’d forgot to bring. The bi-polar weather in Japan was a perfect storm for starting out sunny, then ending up rainy. If only she’d shown up at work a few hours later… Robyn went back to her chair and sat, leaning forward with a bored sigh and pulling out her wallet from her back pocket. Checking to see if anyone was around, she determined the silence was her answer and pulled out a tattered photograph. She propped an elbow on the desk and looked over the worn picture; it never failed bringing a genuine smile to her face—a rare occasion to those who knew her. She would have liked to say it reminded her of happier times, but those memories were long faded…for the most part. A distant memory came to mind, something with rain, and standing outside of a building, but the details were sketchy. ==FLASH== Young girl: “You promise you’ll stay? I don’t want to wait alone…” Young boy: “I promise! Besides, Mom says you’ll get sick if you get wet from the rain.” Young girl: “Really? Good thing she’s bringing a big umbrella! We can all walk together!” Young boy: “Good thing you’re so little.” Young girl: “I’m not little! Some day I’m gonna be super tall, taller than you!” ==FLASH== Robyn gradually let the smile fade from her face as she continued looking down at the picture. Alas, why did the simple times have to be so impossible to achieve nowadays? At least the picture would give her some positive stuff to focus on while she waited for the next crisis to waltz through the front door. |
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| Crow Hiroshima | Nov 19 2010, 11:20 PM Post #2 |
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" Yo Jameson! You here? I need to talk to you?" Crow yelled as he made his way into the office. He wasn't one for stealth, or silence, and maybe that was why Jameson hired him. If anyone in the WDA could counter Jameson's erratic behavior, it was Crow, him and Jameson where like two sides of the same coin, one being just like the other. " Stop hiding Jameson! You owe me $10! Pay up!" Crow said as he stormed his way through the WDA, he had bought Jameson lunch after the case yesterday, and was here to collect payment. He grunted as he burst into the main room, seeing only a lone girl. " Huh? Who are you?" Crow asked in confusion as he eyed the girl, it seemed as if the Agency had all types of strange women showing up lately, there was Aki the other day, and now this girl, Jameson sure knew how to bring in the cuties. " Either your a pretty new clerk, or your here for help on a case....seeing as I haven't had my mind invaded, I'm gonna say clerk." He stated as he moved into the room, keeping his eyes locked on the girl. |
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| Cypriss | Nov 19 2010, 11:45 PM Post #3 |
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"Ugh, keep it down, idiot.." Oliver said as he wandered down the stairs with his hands on his sides. "Jameson's sick. He'd going to be out all week. And you guys are strictly forbidden from seeing him.." He took off a medical mask and gloves before washing his hands in the sink. "Apparently getting shot can't stop him but a cold can.." Oliver said before drying his hands on a towel and turning to them. "So there's no need for you all to stay since he's out of commission.." Oliver said idly. In truth Oliver didn't hate the new hires. Because of them he got some more time off and they helped Jameson. Not only that but Jameson seemed a bit happier with them around. As such Oliver wasn't complaining about their presence too much. But Oliver himself had no personal like for them. They were loud, rude, obnoxious, dangerous, and somewhat intrusive. He found all of them except Seth to be ingratiating.. Not only that but the girls Jameson had hired were total busts. I mean.. a psycho with a gun, a goofy girl whom was a bit daft, and a 1950's gangster? Could Jameson have POSSIBLY picked less appealing women? Not that this was something a boy in a happy fulfilling relationship should be saying but still! It was a matter of principal! And the guys were an idiot, an asshole, and Seth whom was so unassuming and yet simultaneously useless... He just didn't like them very much. And after dealing with a sick Jameson all morning he was well and thoroughly tired. |
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| Rikuo | Nov 20 2010, 04:07 AM Post #4 |
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"Geez...I come in for some research and all I get out of it is a new co-worker or a new client..." Ayato said irritably as he made his way into the offices of the Willicott Detective Agency. The last time he had tried to get some information, he had encountered Aki and was promptly dragged off to Doki-Doki land soon after. As soon as he entered, he had spotted Crow, Oliver and a blue haired girl he didn't recognize, so presumably she was either there to hire them or she was one of the new hire's Jameson had mentioned. "Jameson's sick?" Ayato inquired as he looked at Oliver. "That's certainly something you don't see everyday...Oh well, at least it'll be less rowdy here...Or so I wish." He said, crossing his arms as he closed his eyes for a moment. "Anyways newbie, the name's Ayato." Ayato said as he opened his eyes and looked at Robyn. "Welcome to the Willicott Detective Agency. You'll be seeing quite a bit of us during your stay here so unlike a certain rock throwing kid, I'd appreciate it if you don't accidentally don't kill me while we're on a case together." He said, a devilish smirk on his face. "Anyways, what role did the good detective give you?" |
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| Sujin | Nov 20 2010, 10:26 AM Post #5 |
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Robyn hastily shoved the photograph back into her wallet as a sizable guy with red spikey hair came bursting through the doors to the agency, . Good God, this guy was stacked. Robyn made a mental note to not cross his path when he got mad, unless that was all brawn and no brain. Either way, it looked like her crisis had arrived. He didn't make it far past the entrance before he took notice of her leaned back in the chair at the desk. "Either your a pretty new clerk, or your here for help on a case....seeing as I haven't had my mind invaded, I'm gonna say clerk." She wasn't sure what the "mind invasion" reference was about, but she felt compelled to clarify his statement. "I don't know so much about 'clerk,' but I am new. And I wouldn't worry about going on about the 'pretty' part, though I appreciate the ego boost." Oh well. Maybe she'd learn how to just accept a compliment one of these days...there had to be some girlish tendencies deep down inside her somewhere...right? However, she never liked the naive intonation she heard with the word "pretty" in general. "Pretty" was reserved for little girls, Easter dresses, and flower arrangements. The guy's rants and raves of looking for Jameson were met with an equally discontent Oliver who descended the staircase to alert him of the boss's whereabouts. Despite Oliver's comment about abandoning ship, she wasn't going to take off that quickly. "I'm sticking around. Sitting here makes me feel like I'm doing something to earn my paycheck...and I was hoping to hold out until the rain stopped," she stated flatly to Oliver, turning her head to watch the rain stream steadily down the window behind her. It was obvious this girl wasn't budging from her seat, at least not on that guy's orders. Before long another guy came through the front door and this one was considerably more difficult to tolerate than the first. So many upset people in the building today, what was the deal? First Mr. Clean Plus Hair came in demanding payment, then Oliver greeted them with a tone of ill-content, and now this guy was just straight-up annoyed at her presence. There was that, and the fact that the term "newbie" made her blood boil. Nonetheless, she was used to handling people who were less than chipper, being one herself. "What a happy crew we have here. You all are doing fantastic at making sure I'm settling in," she said with, wait, was that sarcasm? She then turned to the newest arrival in regards to his introduction and question. "Ayato, I'm Robyn. And I might be new here, but don't think this means I don't know what I'm doing." She was going to flip that "newbie" comment around right-quick before any more assumptions were made. "I'm sure you'll figure out soon enough what I determine is kill-worthy, you seem like a smart guy. And don't worry, any killing is strictly intentional. So don't fret over potential accidents," she said with a smile. The sarcasm was a bit harder to detect in that one. "And my position?" She placed her hands behind her head and leaned back in the chair, momentarily gazing up at the ceiling before returning her line of sight to meet his. "I'm the one you call when things start spinning out of control." The smile that had been lingering on her face faded away. "I make sure they get taken care of." They were an interesting group so far, but she liked this crew better than a bunch of stuffy, suit-wearing stereotypes. She liked people who would give her a run for her money both physically and intellectually, and so far those were present. ...By two others in the room, at least. Maybe this would be fun after all. |
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| Lawman | Nov 20 2010, 02:11 PM Post #6 |
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"Raindrops keep fallin' on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red Cryin's not for me 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin' Because I'm free Nothin's worryin' me." Jen quietly sang the last portion of "Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head" as she waltzed down the suburban lane with an umbrella in one hand and her PDA phone in another, her wellington boots splashing through the puddles on the sidewalk. While some people get sullen in rainy weather, that was not the case for Jen - and in many ways she felt that the lyrics of the song fit her personality nicely. A girl who refuses to be defeated by her circumstances, being able to shine like a beacon of positivity even during the darkest hours. A little ironic, really, that this would be the first time she'd be seeing the WDA office for the first time - since her 'job interview' didn't take place at the WDA headquarters. Not that it mattered though - since the prospect of paperwork would've bored the purple-haired girl. Now research and information-mongering on the other hand? That was more up her alley. Being a friend of Fuu and gotten to know Jameson somewhat better, Jen decided to pay a visit to the WDA headquarters, to get to know some of her fellow co-workers. The purple-haired girl entered the WDA office just as a girl with dark blue hair mentioned her role in the agency as the go-to girl for things getting out of control. "Wow, so this is the Willicott Detective Agency crew? Nice place!" Jen mused as she looked around - so far she was already acquainted with Oliver, during the treasure hunt. "Jennifer Chase here," the purple-haired girl said with a smile as she removed and hung up her rain coat. "But you can call me Jen!" "Fuu-chan introduced me here - she said that Jameson could use my skills and knowledge around here. And it's nice to see there are other familiar faces around here too besides Fuu-chan and Jameson," Jen grinned as she gave a thumbs up to Oliver. Edited by Lawman, Nov 20 2010, 10:59 PM.
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| Cypriss | Nov 20 2010, 02:26 PM Post #7 |
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Oliver eyed Jennifer with a mix of shock and pure rage. ANOTHER hire?! How many would Jameson wind up hiring?! This was getting ridiculous. What was that guy preparing for, a war? "Ugh.. How many noisy women does Jameson intend to hire before he's satisfied..." Oliver said eying Jennifer Chase. Oliver sighed heavily brushing back his hair. He walked over to Jameson's desk grabbing an eyepatch from within and putting it on. He coughed altering his voice. "Uhhh.. durrrr... I'mma hire every citizen of this god damned town to work at a tiny detective agency which needs maybe half of them~! Ahyuck hyuck." He sighed heavily facepalming as he sat in the desk and kicked his feet up onto it. "What an annoying guy.." He said taking a hat and spinning it on his finger tip. Oliver took the eye patch off and tossed it into the drawer where it came from. He then reached in and pulled out a file. "Hahahaha... He keeps something like this..?" Oliver said with a thin smile. 'Personnel files! Jackpot!' He flipped it open to the first one... Ayato...
Oliver grinned at the document.. He glanced around.. This was awesome! Next up was Robyn!! Today might be good after all! Edited by Cypriss, Nov 20 2010, 02:26 PM.
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| Crow Hiroshima | Nov 20 2010, 03:46 PM Post #8 |
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Crow grunted when Oliver came down stairs. The kid seemed to have a bad attitude, and if he was taking care of Jameson all day, who could blame him? A smile crept across the face of the pyromancer as he made his was towards Oliver. He reached out grabbing the boy's cheeks, and proceeded to pull them. " Awww poor Oliver is cranky...come on kid lighten up, and enjoy your new co-workers. Either that or we hang you from a window by your underwear." Crow said in a 'baby' tone as he let go of Oliver's cheeks. It was fun getting under his skin if only because Oliver was the more mature member of the WDA. " So when pyro-psycho here dosent blow us all sky high, Jameson calls you in?" Crow stated as he pointed at his partner Ayato. The kid was brash, rude, and aggressive. All the worst traits to have in a delicate business like this. " Well anyway welcome to the team. Although don't get used to the quiet, I'm sure once Jameson's back up things will be hectic around here again." Crow added as he turned around to see another girl walk is, quite the beauty, with a rather nice voice. If Crow didn't like working here already, he loved it now. " And this day just keeps getting better. Wait.....is there anyone else we don't know about? I don't mind new hires, but Jameson seems to be going over board. Not that I'm one to talk." Crow stated as he walked over to his desk, plopping down in his seat. He scanned the surface, looking at unfilled reports that he had yet to finish. Eh it could wait, he was bonding. |
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| Rikuo | Nov 20 2010, 10:41 PM Post #9 |
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"Hey! I've never even come close to blowing us up sky high! The last time I pulled off explosions like that was back when I worked with Jameson to stop some psycho cultists from summoning a bloody huge demon!" Ayato said with a scowl at Crows remark. He might have been brash, rude and hot-tempered, but Jameson saw something in him, something which had ended up making the WDA the way it was. Secretly he was kind of proud of that fact, but he sure as hell wouldn't let these guys know about it! "So basically, you're our last resort? Sure sounds like a heavy burden, but I guess you can handle it if Jameson picked you out." Ayato said as he made his way to his desk and sat in his chair. "Man...I sure hope you're the last of the new recruits Jameson found." The boy said with a small sigh as he crossed his arms. Unfortunately for him, as if right on queue, a new face waltzed into the office, and Ayato banged his head on his desk rather loudly as she introduced herself. "This...Is getting out of hand..." Ayato said as he heavily brought himself to sit straight. "Whoa...Wait up so you're here to provide info and such we might need on our cases!?" Ayato exclaimed as Jen explained what her role in the team was. "I am not going to lose my job as the supernatural specialist around here! Without that i'm just the errand boy!" He said as he stood up from his desk as pointed at Jen. "You! Bookworm! Stay away from the supernatural stuff! That's my territory! You can give as much info on anything else but the supernatural!" |
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| Fin | Nov 21 2010, 02:10 AM Post #10 |
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"Secchan, are you hurt?" "What? No, of course not! I'm a strong man, see! But more importantly, are you cold?" "Not at all! Thanks for the sweater, Secchan!" "It's fine, it's fine. Ah, see. We're almost there," His feet splashed across the puddle of rain as he made his way to the (surprisingly bright) Willicott Detective Agency office, he himself completely doused without any means to shield himself from the downpour. The large gash across his left eye was stinging in pain, the blood seeping from the cut colored half if his face dark red. His left shoulder did not fare any better, as blood poured profusely from the knife wound. His entire clothing was dyed blood, thanks to the gaping hole on his abdomen, the slit on his right forearm and thigh, and it's best to note that he's limping. Next to him, walking slowly so that the boy could keep up with his turtle-like speed was a seven-year old girl with shoulder length dark-blue hair tied in a double ponytail. Draped over her was a black sweater used as a makeshift umbrella. It's not decent, but it will suffice. Every now and then, she would glance worriedly at him, scared that he might collapse. But so far he's faring quite well, and hence, she could not help but be cheerful. Want a flashback? ... Nah. As they arrived at the front door, Seth rapped lightly at the door. From the looks of it, there's people in here, judging by the lights, but he couldn't hear the loud chatter in the office over the even louder downpour of rain. It's best not to stick around in the cold any longer. Twisting the knob to the door, he nudged the little girl inside first before he himself makes his en- "Oh?" What greeted him truly surprised him. Almost every single member of the WDA was assembled, save for Jameson and Fuu. What surprises him even more is that Jennifer Chase, whom he had met in Science class, was here as well. But the sight that truly got his attention the most was the young woman with dark-blue hair leaning back on the chair behind one of the table. Something ticked inside of him and he didn't know what it was, but decided to shove that aside for now. V, however, suddenly felt like shuffling through some of Seth's memory log. "Uh... is there a case?" Apparently he didn't think of what they would think about his current bloody disheveled crippled state. Edited by Fin, Nov 21 2010, 09:02 AM.
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| Sujin | Nov 22 2010, 11:24 AM Post #11 |
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Robyn sat back and watched all of the introductions and conversation between her new co-workers. A new girl had walked into the office and looked to be a few years younger than her, then again...just how old WAS this crew? She was partially surprised to see no one who appeared above the age of at least 20. Did any adults work at this organization? Because so far it looked like a hang out for nothing-to-do high schoolers. "Jennifer Chase, here. But you can call me Jen!" chirped the bright-eyed arrival. Robyn was going to respond to her introduction until Oliver announced his discontent with the new face. The impression of Jameson was laughable enough, but she contained herself once she realized she was lopped in with this "disliked group of new people." She wasn't going to argue with him; she knew her spot on the team was legitimate, and his overseer had give her the position. Eventually the mini quarrel between Ayato and...that other guy broke out. She was sure someone would say his name eventually as it was getting to be that point where an introduction would be too late. Robyn had to snicker at the scenario and how defensive Ayato got. She foresaw his buttons being easy to push in the future, but at this point she didn't know enough about these people to have that kind of a casual relationship. It seemed like, at least via Jameson's appointment, Ayato believed that she would pull her weight with the agency with her "burden of a job," and that was just fine with her. As threats were being dealt from pyromancer to proclaimed know-it-all, yet another person walked through the door and in from the downpour. More like one and a half people, to be exact. Over the stacks of papers and the desks the first person Robyn saw was another guy looking to be around the same age as the others (if not a smite younger) and he was...worse for wear. The poor lighting didn't even have to be improved, the smell of the blood was enough. ...Good lord, how did this kid have ANY blood left in him at all? It didn't take a doctor to tell that he'd been through something terrible in the very recent past, as was evident by the blood seeping into his shirt and the gash across his face. The extent of the injuries was not plain as day, but if the blood was any indication at all, he needed some assistance immediately. Moments later as they walked further into the agency she saw the little girl holding the drenched sweatshirt. Like an emotion switch had been flipped inside of her, Robyn found herself directly concerned with the girl based off of the appearance of the boy. She was probably elementary school age, and her first instinct was to assume she was the boy's sister. Robyn mused at the similarities in their hair color, but she didn't dwell on this factor. Something had happened, and a child seemed to be involved. Strangely enough, the next thought that came to mind was that something bad was heading their way. She ran into few situations where she saw destroyed bodies that weren't linked to some form of trouble or another. She could only hope he had taken this little girl to the zoo and got too close to the bear exhibit. The strong urge to check on the girl was enough, and Robyn stood from her seat and crossed over to the door. She stopped in front of the child and lowered onto her heels until their eyes were level. "Are you okay, did something bad happen?" the normally-uncaring girl asked the child with an expression of concern. Just in case they were too involved in themselves to notice the new arrivals, she looked over her shoulder at the others. "I think we need a hand over here. Or at least some towels." |
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| Lawman | Nov 22 2010, 01:26 PM Post #12 |
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"Not quite the welcome I was expecting," Jen replied plainly, appearing unfazed by the cold reception she was getting from Oliver by making herself at home, sitting down on a nearby comfy chair - having already gotten a grasp of his basic demeanor during the treasure hunt. But still, she wished that the rest of the WDA could've at least been somewhat more personable, even if it didn't mean they had to be sugar and sunshine. Jen sighed as Ayato butted in, apparently displeased at the possibility of her stealing his job. Not the cohesive working force that she'd originally looked forward to meeting, but she'd learned better than to let insensitive statements get in her way. "It just happens so that the supernatural isn't my strong subject," Jen frowned as she cocked her head slightly to look Ayato in the eye. Sure, while she'd read up extensively on general lore regarding the supernatural, the actual workings of magic and the process of performing arcane rituals were stuff that are out of her ken. "I mean, Jameson knew better than to hire two experts on the same subject." Jen saw little reason to tell everything about herself - in time, she supposed, her contributions to the WDA will speak for themselves rather than making claims about her own capabilities. Actions afterall, speak louder than words. "Seth?" Jen queried as Seth entered the office, having been acquainted with the boy during science class. However, when she saw him during science class he was decidedly in a far better shape. "What just happened?" The purple-haired girl asked as she caught sight of the younger - appearing no older than an elementary schooler - girl that Seth had brought along with him, who appeared to have spent time out in the cold with no more protection from the rain than a sweater draped over. "She needs to be dried and kept warm before she catches a cold," Jen replied as she got out from her seat, vanishing into a back room where the bathrooms would most likely be located before returning with a dry bath towel, presumably belonging to Jameson. "I doubt Jameson would've minded if we lent one of his bath towels to a girl in need," the purple-haired girl passed the towel to Robyn, before turning her attention to Seth. "So Seth, what's the story between you and that girl?" Jen asked as she reached for her bag that had been resting on the chair she was sitting on earlier, retrieving from its contents a field medic kit. "Hold still, I'm gonna tend to those wounds of yours... then you can tell me your story." the purple-haired girl mused as she retrieved rolls of bandage, cotton wool and a disinfecting spray. |
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| Cypriss | Nov 22 2010, 02:48 PM Post #13 |
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"Good lord what a mess..." Oliver said with a sigh.. looking up from the file.
He sighed placing it down and shoving the drawer closed. "What in the name of god are you doing with a kid all covered in injuries?" Oliver said with a glare. "Am I going to have to call the cops on you? Is this a kidnapping?" He said exasperated. Things were doing what they ALWAYS did here and escalating into the realm of the truly bizarre. He sincerely had no idea what to do with this situation.. This would be a nice time to have a boss whom wasn't half-dead. Jameson somehow always managed to be absent in the times he was most useful.. "All right, Jennifer, Robyn you two take the kid, get her washed and dried up. We have some spare clothes for kids in room 3-B from a case with a clothing factory.." He glanced to Ayato. "I assume you can do basic dissinfectant? I want you to grab the medical supplies from the kitchen under the sink and help me bandage the idiot up before he bleeds out on the carpet. Super healing or no.." He planted his hands on his sides. "And you, Seth. I need a full update on what happened sometime five minutes ago. The last thing we need is to stand around gawking being completely unproductive." He turned to the crew before clapping authoritatively. "c'mon chop chop. Let's at least pretend you're all competent employees." He said with a grin as he turned and took a seat in front of Seth. |
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| Rikuo | Nov 22 2010, 11:22 PM Post #14 |
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Ayato let out a sigh of relief upon hearing that Jen wasn't going to be taking his job as he sat back down in his chair. It looked like things would be going smoothly...Until Seth came through the door, covered in gratuitous amounts of blood and accompanied with a small girl. "No Seth, there's no case." Ayato said as he facepalmed himself as he let out a small sigh. "Geez, you sure bring more trouble than a person could ever ask for you know?" Ayato said under his breath as he mockingly saluted as Oliver issued out orders to the various members of the WDA. "Aye aye captain..." He said mockingly as he stood up and went over the kitchen. "Where were those supplies again?...Under the sink?" Ayato wondered to himself as he kneeled down and opened the closet under the sink. Sure enough, the medical supplies were there. Taking the kit and closing the closet, Ayato quickly made his way back to the main office. "Alright Seth, I may be no doctor, but I can at least close up your wounds and prevent them from getting infected." Ayato said with a small frown on his face as he grabbed a chair and placed the medical kit on a nearby table, opening it and sitting down in front of Seth. "One things for sure, this will sting quite a bit, so try not to squirm." He said as he took a bottle of alcohol from the the med kit and a back of cotton balls. "Geez...What the hell happened to you? What did you get yourself into this time?" Ayato asked Seth as he began disinfecting Seths various wounds, cleaning up some of the blood over his body while he was at it. "Geez you should really be more careful. I don't care how resilient you are, you've still got a detective agency to go back to..." Ayato said, a hint of concern in his voice as he wrapped up Seth's wounds in bandages. Even if the kid always got him into trouble and sometimes he was more of a liability than an asset, Ayato still considered him much like someone in the Order in the Flamels. If there was one thing Ayato wouldn't let any of these people know was that he considered all of them to be sort of like a second family to him, despite their differences and arguments with each other. "There...All wrapped up, just stay still for a moment, i'll finish closing the wounds." He said as he stood up and brought out five knives from his coat and threw them into a circle in the ground around Seth. He kneeled down and placed a hand on the makeshift circle, causing it to glow brightly for a moment before fading. "There, all done with. I've closed up most of the more minor wounds. I couldn't do anything about the one in your gut, so you're going to have to deal with just bandages for that. Don't move around so much or they might open up again alright?" |
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| Fin | Nov 23 2010, 11:30 AM Post #15 |
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Of course. How could he not expect this. There's no way they're going to let this slide without knowing what happened. He rubbed his bandaged right hand slightly, contemplating on what to tell them. ... Oh, just tell them already. They're not gonna bite you. I mean, look at them. They're seriously concerned about you. Sure, it wasn't always happy times together, sure, there have been a few tongue-lashing and flying-fists, but hey. Love is built from sacrifice. And sure enough, time sacrificed by being with them really bonded them good. He looked at Ayato, Oliver, Crow (the other two female are presumed to be in the bathroom), took a deep breath and, "Well, I was on my way back to the dorm... and... you guys know about the new building, right? The one still in construction a bit downhill? I usually take a shortcut around it. When I was just around the third corner, a car parked in front of the building, and two guys came out, carrying the girl. And, well, I just thought it might... be a kidnapping... and... saved... her. ... I swear that's all there is to it. I'm not hiding anything. And I'm not a kidnapper," He proclaimed, raising his bandaged hand up as though making a vow. Just as he finished making his 'vow', a loud cheerful "Secchan!" came from the back, and out bounded the seven-year old girl making her way to him. Her hair had been let down, looking smooth and shiny, still moist from the bath. Now she's wearing a blue dress (and anything else the two decided to put on her) fit for someone her size. From the looks of it, seems like she was having a good time. Tugging his hand, she said, "Secchan, are you okay? You're all wrapped up like a mummy!" "A mummy? Don't you mean-" Seth opened the drawer of Jameson's desk and picked up his eyepatch, putting it on his left eyes, "-a pirate mummy?! Yarr!" He growled at the girl, bending his good index finger like a hook and attempted to snag the little one. "Kyaa~! Secchan's a monster!" She yelled and laughed at the same time, playfully dodging every single one of his fake killer swipe. Seth, it's better if you take it easy for a bit or the wound's gonna open... Edited by Fin, Nov 23 2010, 11:34 AM.
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