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detectivephiliac:

The door slammed shut and the detective threw off the tarp that had been covering her. Somehow not a single person stopped her as she practically ran home; fueled by nothing but fear and adrenaline. She also somehow managed to stay conscious despite all she had been through.

Of course it had been a trap. She expected absolutely nothing else – that’s why she locked up her computer and shut down Alter Ego except for microphone and camera functions (the program was already powering itself back up when Kyouko arrived home, but there were more important things to think about than the increasingly worried computer). Minimizing her casualties – it was best she didn’t lose anything important at her home just in case something happened to her.

The detective stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed onto the toilet seat. With a towel and a roll of bandages in hand, she lifted up her shirt and flinched at the sight. It looked a lot worse than it was, because only half of the blood was hers. But it was still worse than she expected, and Kyouko knew she would have to start acting quickly, just in case she lost too much blood and passed out.

She really didn’t know how she was alive right now.

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[text] Kirigiri-san, I have an important question to ask you.

[text] Are you home? May I come over?

[text] There’s a case and…. it’d be easier to explain in person.

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Drug Busts and Corpses || detectivephiliac

detectivephiliac:

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*…He was looking at her oddly, and Kyouko wanted to smack the smile off his face. But that would be childish – they were not in a stressful situation, and he wasn’t openly offending her or being rude. So she just gave the male detective an unamused look before speaking.*

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According to plan, huh…? Well, unfortunately I have a history for encountering cases that haven’t gone according to plan. So I hope that big detective brain of yours has plotted something with little room for error.

*She got in the car without looking at him further; crossing her legs and sitting motionless in the seat as she stared straight ahead out the window.*

Once Kyouko was safely in the car, Hakuba closed the door and went around to the other side to let himself in. He was overzealous and excited, which often got the sort of quasi-cold response from colleagues and associates, which the detective was used to. He  buckled his seat belt, smirk never quite leaving his face, and then glanced at her. 

“Please fasten your seatbelt, if you don’t mind…” Hakuba said at first, adjusting his rear view and side mirror briefly, reaching down to turn the key and engine next. “I’ll give you a brief overview of the case on the way…”

He went over the details in his head wile he waited for some kind of a positive response; an indicator that he should continue. There were a lot of details, some of which were completely unnecessary for someone not working on the actual paperwork for it. How much would she need to know? Enough to keep her from getting killed, certainly. Hm

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[text] you made a prtty decent bker you knoiw [text] justn ed to make someeclairs and you’re golden

detectivephiliac:

whiteknighthakuba:

detectivephiliac:

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[text] “Hakuba-san, are you alright? Perhaps intoxicated? Tired?”

[text] “The next time I suddenly regain those baking abilities, I’ll be sure to make some for you.”

[text] The thought is appreciated, Kirigiri-san, but please don’t trouble yourself. I was, in fact, very drunk last night. My apologies. I’m so embarrassed. Please let me know if there’s anything that I can do to make up for my awful faux pas.

[text] “It’s fine. No harm was done last night. You don’t need to make up for anything.”

[text] “And if such an event occurs again in the future, please do not worry yourself over it. I understand the situation, and no ill feelings will come from it. It’s actually quite amusing.”

[text] “I’ll still make you those eclairs if I have any shred of talent left within me.”

[text] You are really too good to me, Kirigiri-san. Thank you for your patience and understanding. 

[text] …and yes, I am admittedly curious about the eclairs. Do let me know?

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[text] you made a prtty decent bker you knoiw [text] justn ed to make someeclairs and you’re golden

detectivephiliac:

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[text] “Hakuba-san, are you alright? Perhaps intoxicated? Tired?”

[text] “The next time I suddenly regain those baking abilities, I’ll be sure to make some for you.”

[text] The thought is appreciated, Kirigiri-san, but please don’t trouble yourself. I was, in fact, very drunk last night. My apologies. I’m so embarrassed. Please let me know if there’s anything that I can do to make up for my awful faux pas.

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detectivephiliac:

five more followers until 300

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let the deertecting begin

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“If you’re not already following my deer colleague, Kirigiri-san, please consider doing so. She’s a Super High School Level Detective, if I’m not mistaken, and a fantastic roleplayer. I have very much enjoyed working on cases with her, and look forward to doing many more.”

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[There was no signal to its arrival, but at some point in the day, a (not exactly wrapped) package seemed to appear on the ground beside the front door. A tidy folder with several papers inside rest beneath a box of assorted chocolates; both carefully placed so they were out of the way but wouldn’t go completely unnoticed. On the folder was a sticky note with careful (probably too careful; a bit nervous) handwriting:

“I decided I didn’t want anything to do with this case,
and I wasn’t sure what to give you for the
occasion. It turned out to be rather interesting – maybe
you can make use of it.
Do what you’d like with these. My apologies.
Happy birthday.”]

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“An interesting case from my beautiful colleague, Kirigiri-san? How curious… and so sweet that she remembered my birthday." 

”…goodness, it… Hm. I… I think I shall tread lightly. I am curious, but caution is prudent. Not so much for my safety, but rather, the potentially personal perspective present in these papers…“ 

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detectivephiliac:

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Today is the birthday of a great detective, and a colleague of mine… Saguru Hakuba – happy birthday. I hope today, and many other days to come, are filled with at least some joy and greatness…

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…You can expect a small gift from me later. It’s nothing much, but I wasn’t sure what else…

“Thank you very much, Kirigiri-san! I’m very much looking forward to reading your report, and am so pleased that you remembered me! You really are too kind, my wonderful colleague.”

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Drug Busts and Corpses || detectivephiliac

detectivephiliac:

*…Yes, they would be discussing compensation later. And Kyouko will argue so she receives as little as possible. And hopefully this case wouldn’t end up incredibly big, and thus she doesn’t have to ask her name and/or title as a detective be excluded from… everywhere.*

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Yes, we can leave immediately if that is your plan. There isn’t much more preparation I could do, anyways. …A firearm? Well, of—

*She stopped. She wanted to say yes – surely someone in her family taught her how? Kyouko searched her memories… when she was still young… she swore she could see her father scolding the rest of the family for letting little Kyouko even touch a gun, but she had no memory of firing one. Maybe she imagined that memory too. It took a lot of willpower to keep her face from scrunching up in frustration.*

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…It’s not incredibly difficult. I’ve studied people at firing ranges— (“—about ten years ago—”) —but I’ve never had to use one myself. Don’t worry about me – if the need arises, I’m sure I can handle it.

“Ah.” So she didn’t. The male detective tilted his head to one side, smile fixed on his face in a particular, reigned in excitement. Hakuba leaned on the door that he held for her, hesitating only a moment before offering a wink and a quirk of that smile, turning it into a lopsided smirk.

“Well, if all goes according to plan, you won’t need to, regardless. I have full confidence in you, but I’d rather not have to worry about gunpowder discharge or blood stains in the first place. So, let us be off." 

While waiting for her to get into the car so he could shut her door for her, he fished in his pocket for his pocket watch, which he used to verify the time against his wrist watch before putting it away. Then he checked his phone, somewhat distractedly, to reread the address for the meeting place once more. It was sure to be quite the interesting case.