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Post by storytellerrisa on May 23, 2019 13:58:50 GMT -4
STORYTELLER In every day and age we humans define by our humanity, our morals and even our own desires, we believe in a better tomorrow, but aswell in a greedy future. Humans strive due to the clash between whats is wrong and what is right, no one truly knows for sure at times, that is why we lean to the system called justice. Without justice no one can truly claim something to be right, but there will always be something that are always right, the truth.
The truth for many is invaluable, even at times the only thing making them to continue with their lives, the goal to know the ultimate truth. But for every truth, there will be doubts, obstacles, or even pain, the truth is what it is alone, what is true, regardless of the circumstances. Will you be willing to take that step? To know truth in all of people, to know the truth behind every rock? Only those who are passionate can step forward, and the first step will happen today, the day when two young girls will reach out for justice, through truth that is.
There was an incident, a rather gruesome one, but not the kind to even shed much spotlight on. The only exposure it got was through radio, but this wasn't a case that was resolved yet, it had just happened last night. How a radio station got conclusive information was unknown, but it was very certain that this incident needed to be solved soon, today infact, because the blame is on quirkers, a homicide case.
Through the radio it was said it happened in the less busy part of Tokyo, a short street with a corner Diner, a medium sized explosion occured in the corner of the Diner, with one fatal victim. The place is heavily secured by police officers outside, inside there was an investigation, but it had only started recently, so the search was young, but yet information was leaked, truly a mystery! But due to it's insignificant impact on the city only a few will acknowledge this incident, but this is only contributing the fuel for Anti -Quirk people, a homicide to slander on quirkers!
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on May 29, 2019 15:15:56 GMT -4
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Radio was an outdated, damn near obsolete piece of tech. Emi had told Haruuhi as much when they first assembled their news club, but quickly learned to hold her tongue on the matter. If somebody told her that her superpower’s medium was trash three times a week, she’d probably get peeved too, so she shared them the reminder. Besides, at hesitant as she was to admit it, sometimes it could be useful. After all, the story that had caught her eye had broken first on the waves, only to be parroted on the local message boards. Those, she was a lot more eager to keep an eye on. Vigilante and pro sightings made for good gossip, but crime reports were far too common online.[break][break]
She usually ignored them. Usually. Pro heroes were meant to fight crimes, not solve them, and she still had two years before she reached that level. But ‘they’ – the police, the people, somebody – had already decided the guilty party, and they’d touched a nerve. Her show was designed to give Japan’s mutants the positive light they deserved, perhaps needed… So anything that threatened to unjustly undermine her efforts was going to earn her ire.[break][break]
There was something she could do about it. She’d have to be quick, sneaky, smart, and possibly get her hands dirty, but there was a chance to make a change. That was why she’d ended up outside the scene of the crime the morning after. Well-dressed, donning her ‘intelligent’ glasses, and armed with stationary, a phone, a quick mind…[break][break]
Oh, and her investigative partner in crime. “Getting in’s going to be the first problem. I know sneaking is an option, but I don’t like our odds if we get caught in a locked-down crime scene without permission.” Her thoughts on the girl’s personality aside, Heidi have long since proven her worth on the news team… And was very good as making easy entrances, if the situation called for it. “I’d rather not get expelled… Or arrested. So I’d rather at least try to get in the easy way first.” She pulled her bullet journal and a pen out of her bag, and got to work… writing her characters terribly, it seemed. As usual. Squiggles and lines were Emi’s go to when it came to taking notes. If Bubblegum Braids had ever asked, she would have explained it as sokki – a shorthand writing system employed by journalists so they’d never miss a detail. The contents of her writing didn’t matter for the moment, but the act of writing them would if all went to plan. Two teenagers staring at a police-taped restaurant, one of them feverishly jotting down notes, was bound to attract attention eventually, and she was counting on it. With any luck, they’d be able to skip hunting down the head honcho… And have them come to the duo instead.
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2019 23:55:55 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
Not this anti-Quirker bullshit again. And she knew it was bullshit, because the minutes between incident and verdict was equal to how long it took her to pull untruths out of thin air.
Though fake news tends to get a bad rap, she had to say, she loved it. People ate up fanfiction and touted it as truth, and seeing the fibs so-called journalists got away with was inspiring for a spry amateur like her. So it wasn't the source of the stink that irked her—it was that she stood downwind. Too many a time did quirk-fearing goody-goodies rat her out on the streets. Skittering, twitchy, high as fuck on alert, their pulses spiked to near death rates faster than they could shout "Police!"
So yeah, she had a problem with the radio piece shilling the day before. And, surprise surprise, other quirkers found their jimmies rustled, particularly a thin-skinned one.
Heidi didn't like Emi. For reasons so valid it wasn't worth justifying the obvious again in her head. But she had to admit, the girl knew how to get the job done, and she wasn't above reddening her hands, ergo just this once, and only this once, the Support student would tolerate operating within hearing distance.
On temperate, early summer days like this, she often opted for something flowier, more daring in color and certainly less drab, but if slinking around was the name of their game, then unassuming attire it was. Navy blue tank with calf-length leggings, plus a dark grey hoodie thrown on top. Hardly conspicuous, unlike a certain prima donna. But hey, everyone starts zero.
"Better to ask for forgiveness than permission." A gem so generously dropped, with an added eyeroll for pizzazz. "Whatever, just know I'll do this solo if you ask why the cops chewed us out." Truthfully, not that she'd ever tell, gliding headfirst into the scene was her first instinct, especially since, well, she rarely got caught. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Still, there might be a drop of merit to the pinkette's word of caution.
Speaking of cops, it looked like her shadow was playing the waiting game. Flaunt herself as tasty bait until a uniform walked their way. Fine, she'd play along.
Angled upright, her phone was bumped to the highest volume, suffering from obnoxious sneeze attacks known as snapshots as she zoomed in and digitized her perspective. Meanwhile, more clandestine, a large flower clip pulled back fringes of blue hair, the center housing a hidden camera.
She glanced over at the notebook, face twisting in annoyance and confusion, hazarding a guess at the jumble of scratchwork before being curtly corrected. Huh, so the diva was serious about journalism after all. Who would've thought.
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Post by storytellerrisa on Jun 1, 2019 8:48:54 GMT -4
STORYTELLER With the morning sun barely skimming it's sunbeams through the cold streets it turned alot more clearer around each corner and streetlight. Where both the nosey girls had stationed was put into light slowly, and from the distance a few cops noticed the two lurking by, even acting all so papparzzi of the scene. The two cops talked to eachother, whispering somethbing in the distance before one of them opening the entrance double door to the Diner, calling someone out. An angsty lively young man threw himself out with an anticipated body language to the two cops. He wore a pale coloured coat with an ever so obvious detective hat. One of the cops pointed at the two girls, the young man turned his attention to them and gave out an outmost shocked pose.
It was very unusual for cops to give directions to a detective of all things, but it seems like the detective was someone who was more than willing to follow most orders, even as small as trying to get passerbys to not lurk near the crimescene, especially young girls, of course they wouldn't know what kind of girls they were. The young detective stormed up to the two girls, panting and clenching his fists with a strong expression, blocking their view on the scene with his broad hanging coat on his shoulders. ''J-Just what are you two girls doing here?! This is no place for schoolgirls to be at, how long have you two stood there even! I bet you two have already been inside the place!..'' He then calmed his attitude and pondered about for a solid two seconds before looking embarrassed. ''N-no wait... that'd be impossible, there's no way the cops or me could've oversee such fashion sense.'' Clear indication that both of these girls had their unique fashion, flashy and not so flashy.
''But that's not why I'm here! You two are clearly snooping about and want to get some more slanders context huh? Well too bad! I'm solving this case!...'' One again he turned into his more timid side with a stare down to the ground, he was rather unsure of the current circumstances. ''What am I saying, there's no way this case will get finished in time, it's over for me!'' To calm his angsty nerves he pulled out a pack of gum and took a bite, chewing relentlessly, shrugging along. ''Not that I can do anything about it... at least I can stop people from taking photos and put them online, and YES, I am referring to you two!'' And very assumptious, he must be new.
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Jun 3, 2019 13:22:55 GMT -4
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Her partner was all too eager to take the shady route. No surprise there. Her admitting how quick she’d be to abandon her? It earned a disapproving side-eye from the girl, but she wasn’t shocked… Just disappointed. “Glad we established that early. I wouldn’t do the same, just so you know.” ‘I have a little more decency than that.’ She kept the thought to herself, but her tone implied as much. [break][break]
She kept her head down (seemingly ignoring whatever sassy comeback was heading her way) until a flouncing stranger caught the corner of her eye. Her gaze fixed on him, taking the opportunity to scrutinize their entry route. Idealistic, judging by the fashion sense. Agitated. Hot-headed, for the moment. Not the kind of behaviour employers looked for detectives, which meant something was making him that way. He confirmed as much soon enough. The poor boy was in over his head, and possibly halfway to a mental breakdown. He needed the credit for solving the case, but lacked the skill to get the job done. They had the skills (or liked to pretend that they did), and could care less about the prestige.[break][break]
In other words, fate had gifted them the means to put an end to the injustice.[break][break]
The makings of a smirk had slipped onto her face, only for his claims of stopping her to refocus her mind. “Easy, Gumshoe. Deep breaths, with me now.” She brought a hand to chest level and rotated her wrist, providing a rhythm for him to calm herself. “We’re not here to cause you trouble. In fact, it sounds like there’s a deal waiting to happen here. One that could work out for both of us very nicely.” She half-turned to her partner, who she hoped could explain the rest without upsetting, offending or aggravating their new friend.[break]
…Maybe that was a tall order.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2019 18:25:29 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
Eyes like knives glinted at corners, a narrowed stare declaring Emi would have better luck pitching flat Earth theories than convincing her the feeling wasn't mutual. "I like dabbling in fiction too, but let's stick to facts from now on, m'kay?" Her holier-than-thou attitude grated flecks of sanity beneath the skin, though it didn't compare to the coarsely hacked chunks that dropped when frigid indifference sat over her face.
They devolved into heated silence, a low, crispy sizzle emanating at just the right frequency such that neither had to spare further thoughts about the other.
Joining in on their flame-fueled fun was some cosplayer playing pretend, projecting his fears. Plunging a glare between his eyes, she felt her temper slip beyond her fingers. "No shit, Sherlock, have some faith in your coworkers." Jeez, if he was gonna accuse them of trespassing either way, she might as well have done the deed after all. And that goddamn paranoia about slanderous photos earned him another lashing by tongue. Except, as luck would have it, the pinkette stepped in first to sigh cool, soothing air over his jittery shoulders, and Heidi kicked herself for breathing along in cadence.
Doing it the clean way had its perks. He was incompetent enough to overshare his professional anxieties to no-name passersby like them, and her fellow club member was competent enough to pounce on the opportunity.
If they played their cards right, what they sought would soon fall into their laps.
She stuck out her hand and gave a honeyed smile. "I'm Heidi, and this is Emi." After shaking hands, if he were to accept, she'd clasp hers behind her back. "We're trainees learning how to do what you do. After hearing all the slander like you mentioned, we couldn't stop ourselves—we wanna help too!" His thoughts, if they were reflected in his frenzied demeanor, were all over the place. To mold them to their liking, she had to make him feel their next proposals were his idea. "We can be the hands while you can be the brains. Like Emi said, if you see a deal, it can only be a win-win situation."
He wanted the credit for closing the case, fine. It was only a matter of time before people found out he took on the aid of two high school kids, and it just so happened she was itching to set how long the timer ticked.
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Post by storytellerrisa on Jun 12, 2019 20:13:31 GMT -4
STORYTELLER He huffed out some more while the two girls presented their intentions, even if their words only came half across this newbie of a detective's mind. He took a moment to just stand there, idly taking in the air of another fresh morning, for a slight moment the sunlight hit his face and that was when he looked back down at the two young girls. He then proceeded to completely destroy his legitable moment with his naive mind. ''So... what do you two do anyway?'' He needed some bonks, one or two times if anything, because he clearly did not read the situation correctly. His legs started going, back and forth, in short steps from left to right, doing the good old heavy thinking gesture while doing so, it's almost as if these girls made more questions rather answering them, but he was a detective, and detectives knew what to do.
He tipped his hat, and for a very short yet somewhat flashy moment he snagged the side of his large coat open, pulling out a polished police badge with pride in his expression, pushing it forward close to both Emi and Heidi's face. ''it is clear to me now, if this is what I think it is, then...'' He inhaled, then exhaled gently, gathering up his motivation, push away the moody mood of his. ''Detective Takamaru at your service! Freshly gratuated and ready to bring justice! I chose the path of truth and I will stay true to myself, but as a detective of justice I need confirmation if you two are legit! Because you two might just be pretenders and just all talk! I need some definitive proof that you two are with justice and the brighter tomorrow!'' His chested heaved and shrunk, breathing hard after his short determined speech, a speech that he hoped to at least moved someone, but in reality, he was the one who moved himself, he felt proud that he is able to claim a position under the wings of law. ''Just because I'm a newbie, huff, doesn't mean I have a heart for finding the truth! So what will it be, are you two truly the wings of the guardian, the weights of lady justice, the eyes of truth?!''
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Post by Emi Ryoko Tachibana on Jun 15, 2019 17:29:40 GMT -4
[nospaces] [attr="class","wassup1dangerhead"] [attr="class","wassup1dangerbody"] [attr="class","wassup1dangericon"] [attr="class","wassup1dangertxt"] Two words in, and the sass was flying. That had to be a record, even by Heidi’s standards. She’d spent enough time around the girl to realize that impertinence was as important to her as breathing. Repeated exposure had built up her tolerance to backtalk, but she couldn’t expect a stranger to take kindly to her poison. Oddly enough, however, their mark was either too dense to notice or deliberately stonewalling her. Probably the former. Either way, it was the same end result: her partner had failed to drive off the opportunity.[break][break] Instead the man revealed proof that somebody trusted him to handle the scene. Emi reared her head back, keeping both sceptical and confused eyes on the badge. She stopped herself short of asking if he was just an anime character, deciding to leave the insults to the master. Instead, she let the overactive ‘professional’ say his peace. At least he had good intentions, she thought. Not the brightest, thoughtful, wisest, intimidating or inspiring… But he had heart. And something else, hopefully. There had to be a reason why he’d managed to graduate from… law school? Police academy? Whatever detectives went to. If they could draw that out…[break][break] She whipped out her phone (a flagship Boogle phone, of course) and got to work tapping away. “I do a lot of talking, sure, but for a good reason. You ever seen this?” Given a few seconds, she’d show her badge of honour: a distressed goat boy. [break][break] “Pretend I didn’t have a Quirk--pretend none of us did, if you have to. I’m fifteen! I have parents and sisters and a brother barely a year old, and I have friends, I play sports. I love bad music, I am a person! And those soldiers wanted to kill me! Wanted to kill everyone just like me! And we’re just kids! What...who in their right mind would think that this was...okay?!”[break][break] She didn’t play the whole video – mostly because she didn’t feel that she needed to. Half a year after her first big interview, the clip had settled at ten million views on uTube. Between that and her subject’s mutations, she’d hoped that anybody that cared about quirk rights at least recognised the sight of her friend.[break][break] “Finding the truth. More often than not, making sure everybody else can see the truth. I make that kind of stuff my business.” She talked over the boy as the scene faded into darkness. The sound of him breaking down into sobs made her eyes narrow, but it wouldn’t last. “I don’t like to see innocent people being thrown under the bus, or dragged into somebody else’s mess. So for a while, I’ve been making sure that they don’t just get away with it, in my own special way. It’s not the same as running into a crime scene to find the target, or striking out as a vigilante, but I like to think that getting the truth heard helps to keep the world right.” She’d left out a fair bit, of course. She had, and still did, stand to gain from her ‘altruism’, and those rewards had been far more appealing than any sense of justice at the start. Now? It’d take a few more adventures for her to figure out which she was really working towards, but neither of her listeners needed to know that.[break][break] She swapped her phone for an outstretched hand, bearing her oh-so-confident smile. “Emi Ryoko Tachibana. Second-year hero student at U.A., founding member of the school’s news team and soon-to-be one-time junior detective. How does that sound?” Barring the strange aversion to honesty the other girl had, she saw no reason not to lay all her cards on the table. Not only did they need his trust, but the video might have rung enough of a bell for him to figure out the rest anyway. Hopefully it would be enough – if Bubblegum Braids could come up with something half as impressive as that.[break] There might have been a smug edge to that smile. [attr="class","wassup1dangerfoot"] [attr="class","wassup1dangertag"]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2019 19:36:25 GMT -4
so put that ring away and cash it in
[break]Remember that time when Nick Cross and pals offed a woman on live TV? Heidi distinctly recalled asking herself how they all managed to skedaddle. But as babbling spilled from this idiot's lips and each word depleted in value, it suddenly dawned on her how a gang of thugs so easily evaded their grasp.
[break][break]She shot Emi an incredulous glare, praying she wasn't alone in her emptied patience, that she wasn’t the only one who could see the futility of walking the lawful route with this cosplayer as their guide.
[break][break]Alas, she was.
[break][break]Seething at the shamelessness with which Emi elbowed her way to the front just to shove that goddamned video down their throats again, she stepped back, let the girl say her piece, all the while thumbing furiously at her own phone as well. Two could play at this game.
[break][break]“Co-founder of the news club,” she corrected, the bite in her tone undisguised. “Second-year support student at U.A.” She pulled up an old text conversation and renamed the recipient’s name from “Boss” to something more recognizable. “And you already know my name.”
[break][break]It was a gamble. Anonymity had its perks, but the downside was lack of immediate credentials. But if Takamaru disliked anti-quirk sentiments as much as they did, then the relation she shared ought to help prove she absolutely was invested in righting wrongs. At least when she had something to lose.
[break][break]“My boss is too busy to put in a good word for me herself, but here—is this legit enough for ya?”
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[attr="class","BCmessagestemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"]  [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]What pulls me is interesting news to cover, things people like to know, I assume you read my articles, which means I fight against these idiots of the government that are against that school, but that doesn't mean I support each and every student when you do something worth gossiping, it certainly should be told to the news, right? [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]And I am that news. [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]And what my dear Gossiper are you getting out of it? If you are anything like me, you would need to be rewarded or is a destruction or a start of chaos enough for someone like you? [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"]  [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]getting straight to business. i like your style 😜 [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]so what do i want. something sustained. steady. an internship if we wanna slap a name to it. [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]like i said, i’m a big fan. and who better to learn the ropes from than lady scandal herself? [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]So you have my interest. I don't know how interesting an internship with me can be. Let me tell you straight, I don't show my face to anyone, not even my assistant and if I do, it will be with a mask or something. [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]Can you have your internship with someone like that? [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]i can [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]i will [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]so tl;dr: we'll do this online gig. anonymously, of course. [attr="class","BCmessagesenttemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCrightarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCsenttemp1"]it's a starting point, but whaddya say? we've got ourselves a deal? 👀 [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]Right, you seem to understand everything rather well. I appreciate that idea. Anonymous internship is something I can provide. I will save this number so I know it would be you, is that okay? [attr="class","BCmessagereceivedtemp1"] [attr="class","BCmessageavatar"] [attr="class","BCleftarrowtemp1"] [attr="class","BCreceivedtemp1"]I look forward to the news you can share with me. As would do the rest of Tokyo, I am sure of that. [attr="class","BCbacktemp1"] [attr="class","BCtimestamptemp1"]
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[break][break]She handed the detective her phone, face down to deflect Tachibana’s prying eyes. Not to prevent the pinkette from being in the know—she had a feeling Takamaru’s big mouth would spill the beans anyway—but as a petty reminder that she wasn’t going to cooperate any more than she had to. As if she needed another one. A small smirk flew her way, accompanying an unspoken, “Surprise!”
[break][break]While the detective skimmed her authentication, she gave him a joyless stare, arms crossed and chin held high. “You heard the radio piece earlier. We’re caught on the losing end of a lie. Like hell we’re out to make it worse. Besides, we’re U.A. students.” She flipped a hand outward. “Justice is like, what we’re about.”
[break][break]She didn’t know how the other girl was able to spew that kid’s cartoon monologue with a straight face. And her palm was tempted to meet her own forehead at the hypocrisy of it all. Not wanting others to be thrown under the bus. She nearly scoffed, doubtful that broadcasting Chimmy as a blubbering mess counted as heroic. Why anyone wanted to flash their face to the world was a complete mystery to her.
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Post by storytellerrisa on Jun 23, 2019 19:18:44 GMT -4
STORYTELLER Takamaru furtrowed his brows as he tried to get the setting of the video, oh boy did he not think they could top his graduation and fresh badge, he was genuinely thinking these two girls was just casual gossipers. ''Whoa! It's that video! I remember! That fluffy guy got sad over.. stuff! He must've gone through so much!'' He gave a sorrow felt stare at the video, he almost even shed a tear for the goat boy before being enlightened by the fact that this pink haired girl is the creator of this video. ''Wow! Hold on a second! That's incredible! I can't believe I get to meet an Utube phenomenon!'' He felt almost flustered for a moment there, but he quickly pushed that expression to the side, he msut act professional afterall. Afterwards he simply nodded to her claim, words never been more true. ''Then you know exactly how I feel miss! This world needs the truth, always the truth! It is a pleasure meeting you Emi- WHUAAAAAAAAAAT?!'' He just shouted right out, with an incredible force behind his voice, a genuine shocked tone. ''U-U-UA STUDENT?! I can't believe it! That I get to meet a student of heroism as well! I never imagined to be able to meet one during work!.... No wait, I am supposed to meet people like you, at least in the future.'' He looked around, pondering already just how many heroes he'll meet in the future, he almost smiled with excitement.
''Well okay then! How about you miss Heidi?.... NO WAAAAAY! Two on two! No wait, it's called one on one, yeah! I am infront of TWO UA students! What are the chances?!... Well, if I think about it, it's very likely that students are together, man, sometimes I wish I had a quick myself..'' Before he got into his moppy attitude he took a skim on the conversation, this lady was her boss? Not just any lady, Lady Scandal! He wanted to shout again, but he restricted himself, giving himself some breathing room, one man can only shout so much a day. Huffing out but turns to the side with crossed arms. ''I must say... uff... you two sure are a special pair huh? But you're right Heidi, you students are indeed about justice, but it's not like I can just put children right into a crime scene! So for now I will give you permission to lend a hand! That's right, special service by Detective Maru himself! Now then, where did I put my notes...'' He shuffled a bit in his large pockets, until revealing a basic red coloured notingpad.
''Ahem! As you two may know already, there was a murder, not the kind anyone wants to end, but for some reason the info got out even before us, the police, got to the scene! We yet to uncover that mystery, but due to risky exposure in the media we got very little time to wrap things up, and with current big cases going around we don't have all the resources we usually does... making this very hard to deal. But the biggest obstacle in this case is that our suspect will likely not get out of it, there's a solid witness, evidence that points to the suspect directly, and worst of all, a motive!'' He grunts irritated, he didn't like what he said, but that was the current situation. ''If it weren't for the damn leak... anyway, the victim, Garu Hanaku, died earlier tonight in the Sandwich Diner, cause of death, up-close combustion fire, and let me tell you, the scene ain't pretty. He worked for a Bio Company that dealt with compressed gasses, as in they were a nature resource developers. The suspect is Gyakyu Tenshi, a fashionista, also known as the local quirker in this street, the store he works at is literally around the corner of here. And the witness, that's classified information unfortunately, they decided to keep themself anonymous.''
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