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greatinspector) wrote2011-07-14 11:53 pm
greatinspector) wrote2011-07-14 11:53 pm
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Case File 01 [Action, Accidental Video]
(OOC: Sorry for the past tense, I prefer to write posts like this in that format)
[Near the forest's edge, morning sunlight streamed down through gaps in the leaves, while the area resonated with the stirrings of waking animals. A stately old elm tree towered high above the canopy, a small flock of sparrows chatting away noisily. Far below at the base of the trunk was a middle aged man, snoring soundly. Across his lap was a book, and not far away an old, weather beaten hat. Completely unphased by the noises all around him, Inspector Zenigata Koichi continued to snooze. High above the veteran cop, however, murder most foul was occurring. The chirping sparrows nest was under assault by a crow, the larger bird having decided to steal a nest for itself by shoving the sparrow eggs out.
A pair of small, speckled birds eggs tumbled down and broke with a wet splattering sound....right on top of a certain Interpol agent's head. With a start, Zenigata leaped to his feet, awake at last.]
OI OI! WHAT THE HELL! [He wipes his hand through his hair, trying to clean out the bits of shell and goopy egg-white, his face red with anger]
WHATS THE BIG IDEA YOU DAMN BIRDS! HOW'D YOU GET IN MY ROO-Uhhhh....Wait a minute! This isn't my hotel room...and this damn sure isn't Monte Carlo... [Color drains from his face as the Inspector looks around in complete and utter confusion, the eggs forgotten as he notices the journal, and his hat. He picks up the journal and glares at it for a moment. He opens it up and starts looking through it, eventually finding the primary camera page.]
What the hell is this? A camera? in a book? [He fiddles with knobs and buttons for a minute, until the recording light flicks on. Clueless, Zenigata stares blankly at it for a moment as it records.]
All these crazy lights and things? Damn, what the hell did I drink last night? Musta been something strong, and I guess someone must've moved me...somewhere. Probably that bastard Lupin...playing another prank on me....
[Zenigata keeps thumbing through the journal, with occasional snippits of video coming through, along with various curses....though he eventually he realizes that his back hurts. It hurts a lot... and the journal falls onto the ground, video still going through. The middle aged cop is flailing around trying to grab hold of the wings that have mysteriously appeared on his back.]
[Near the forest's edge, morning sunlight streamed down through gaps in the leaves, while the area resonated with the stirrings of waking animals. A stately old elm tree towered high above the canopy, a small flock of sparrows chatting away noisily. Far below at the base of the trunk was a middle aged man, snoring soundly. Across his lap was a book, and not far away an old, weather beaten hat. Completely unphased by the noises all around him, Inspector Zenigata Koichi continued to snooze. High above the veteran cop, however, murder most foul was occurring. The chirping sparrows nest was under assault by a crow, the larger bird having decided to steal a nest for itself by shoving the sparrow eggs out.
A pair of small, speckled birds eggs tumbled down and broke with a wet splattering sound....right on top of a certain Interpol agent's head. With a start, Zenigata leaped to his feet, awake at last.]
OI OI! WHAT THE HELL! [He wipes his hand through his hair, trying to clean out the bits of shell and goopy egg-white, his face red with anger]
WHATS THE BIG IDEA YOU DAMN BIRDS! HOW'D YOU GET IN MY ROO-Uhhhh....Wait a minute! This isn't my hotel room...and this damn sure isn't Monte Carlo... [Color drains from his face as the Inspector looks around in complete and utter confusion, the eggs forgotten as he notices the journal, and his hat. He picks up the journal and glares at it for a moment. He opens it up and starts looking through it, eventually finding the primary camera page.]
What the hell is this? A camera? in a book? [He fiddles with knobs and buttons for a minute, until the recording light flicks on. Clueless, Zenigata stares blankly at it for a moment as it records.]
All these crazy lights and things? Damn, what the hell did I drink last night? Musta been something strong, and I guess someone must've moved me...somewhere. Probably that bastard Lupin...playing another prank on me....
[Zenigata keeps thumbing through the journal, with occasional snippits of video coming through, along with various curses....though he eventually he realizes that his back hurts. It hurts a lot... and the journal falls onto the ground, video still going through. The middle aged cop is flailing around trying to grab hold of the wings that have mysteriously appeared on his back.]
W...w....WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?
[Action]
If you are looking for the style of clothing which you typically wear, you may find it in a shop around the corner.
[Having taken several walks around town over the past few days, he was beginning to familiarize himself with where the more important establishments were.]
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That would be good, yea. I wore that coat for a reason. How about some handcuffs? Feels weird not having them.
[Action]
...I would suggest the weapons shop.
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It is mentioned in the the pages of your journal written by someone by the name of Raine Sage. I suggest that you read it, if you have not already.