Post by Vio on Dec 1, 2016 10:25:05 GMT -5
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“Alright, we’re in!” Alan Staker announced, placing the Den Den Mushi’s receiver back on its shell. Though brief and quiet, his conversation with his client had suggested a great deal of secrecy and anonymity. It was almost as if they were purposefully keeping their respective personas from being overheard without good reason. Nonetheless, Detective Staker’s confirmation on an imminent meeting was to be well received. The sooner T.J. Marlowe could help solve this curious case, the better.“My client’s got a party arranged for this evening,” he added:
“He’ll take some time out to speak to us in person, though.”
“Fair enough…,” the lady in lavender replied. Her mind was a-wander, still trying to piece together the various clues that she had been provided with in some vain attempt at finding an answer. Sure enough, she had spotted things that her cohort had somehow overlooked, but even her addition to the case had not yielded any immediate results. There were more loose ends than she had anticipated, offering tantalising titbits of information that only seemed to lead her around in a circle. The only way of making progress now was to get a little more hands on with the clientele – there was no better way than to garner evidence, inconspicuous or otherwise, from those who were more directly involved. In truth, she knew not the motives of either party. Both client and target were as of yet unknown…-~-Thump!
“Whup– Am sorry!” begged a voice. To be frank, it was as jarring to Jacqueline as it was to the person apologising when the door to Staker’s building stopped dead in its opening swing. It was not as if it opened directly onto the street, but instead was covered somewhat by the style of the architecture. Regardless, the opening door had collided with something that was more or less reluctant to move out of the way, and it must have been something of impressive strength or bulk. There was no denying the fact that the door itself was rather weighty.“No, no, there’s no need to apologise,” the detective replied:
“I should have checked before opening the door…”
What are…? By the time her deep lavender eyes settled upon the figure, surprise had taken the woman further. While the person’s manner of speech was nothing short of broken and erratic – which was not actually all that uncommon – it was their appearance that truly made Marlowe’s day. Opening the door fully and stepping out into the street, her gaze quickly gave the stranger a once over, absorbing various physiological abnormalities. Standing of a similar height was an undeniably freakish female, possessing beige complexion and auburn locks, not to mention being decorated with a brutish mix of scars and ink. Some might have branded her as nightmarish, but TJ could not help but give a somewhat fascinated look. It was a fearful yet familiar fascination.
Multiple arms, unusual skin tone… That must mean she’s of Gyojin descent, if I am not mistaken? Indeed, she was not. However, she could not help but admit to herself that this was a nerve-wracking experience. Though she knew of their kind, the Holmes Islander had never actually dealt with Fishmen before – the Arlong Pirates taking over the neighbouring Conomi Islands was about as close to such beings as she had ever knowingly been. With that sort of experience, she was right to be fearful. It did not help that this one possessed a rough silhouette, even if she was a lot less intimidating as many made the Fishman race out to be. If there was one thing she could not do, it was judge a book by its cover; the apology alone spoke volumes about Kalendra’s demeanour.
“If you’d excuse us, we’ve an appointment to attend to,” Miss Marlowe addressed, offering a sideways glance to Alan as he nodded and locked the door behind him. “Do have a good evening!”“Let’s roll out!”“Yes…”
“Good day, ma’am!” Staker tipped his hat to Kalendra, seemingly indifferent about the fact that she was inhuman, and began to lead the way towards their client’s establishment. It was certainly quite a walk, following the curious contours of the Dauntaun city streets and weaving in and out of the various crowds. The pollution, Temperance found, was far more worthy of evading than the people. For most of their journey, she kept a handkerchief primed, covering her face as necessary whenever a plume of suffocating smog decided it wanted to roll across the street. Such airborne toxins seemed to become less and less prevalent towards the upper class regions of the metropolis, making the woman wonder just why her companion in casefiles had taken up residence smack dab in the middle of it all. She kept her queries to herself for now. All questions would be answered in due time…{OOC}close encounter between Temperance and Kalendra gives the former her first meeting with a Gyojin!
Starring…
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