[h3][color=firebrick]Ryuu Ouma[/color][/h3][Ouma Residence, Nerima, Tokyo's 20th Ward] -> [Black Cat Cafe, Shinagawa, Tokyo's 9th Ward]
Interactions: Natsuko Mizushima (via SMS) [@vFear]
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Ryuu slid the door to his family's home closed softly, shaking his head with an amused smile as his mother gave him a teasing goodbye. Pulling out his phone from his top pocket, the device flicked to life as he unlocked it to check the message he had received a few minutes prior. He quickly typed out a reply before returning the device to his pocket and pulling on his glossy black helmet as he reached his parked motorcycle.

[[i]Meet you outside the shop at 4. Let you know about dinner plans then.[/i]]

The device secure in his pocket, Ryuu turned the ignition of his bike and pumped the kick-starter, the supercharged engine roaring to life with a pronounced growl. Slowly pulling the vehicle away from the modest neighbourhood, he cruised along the roadways until he weaved onto the motorway where he opened up the engine and the powerful vehicle tore along the asphalt. Without a specific destination and nothing to pass the time, Ryuu simply enjoyed the feeling of the air rushing past him and the roaring engine between his legs until he spotted a small cafe not far from where he was. Shrugging to himself a little, he pulled off and guided the two-wheeler down the adjoining roadways of the 9th Ward.

Parking not far away, he tucked his helmet under his arm before walking the short distance to the cafe. Reading the sign to himself, he gave a small half-smile at the cutely styled kitten-shaped plaque.

[color=firebrick]"Black Cat Cafe, huh? Seems decent..."[/color]

Stepping through the door, a small bell chiming his arrival, his gaze slowly crossed the quaint cafe. It was average size for a cafe, with maybe 20 or so tables, but it was comfortably warm and the scent of coffee was hanging in the air. The whole place was littered with black cat mofits, but it was tame enough to still be tasteful, like cat-shaped name badges and paw-prints on the cups and saucers. It was moderately busy with about half of the tables taken, but he found no difficulty in finding a free table thanks to the clean layout of the cafe. Settling into his seat, it didn't take long for a waitress to approach. With a small but charming half-smile, he gave his order.

[color=firebrick]"I'll take a large espresso, black please."[/color] The waitress nodded with a smile of her own as she jotted it down in the small notepad resting in her breast pocket before disappearing behind the counter to prepare his drink. A few minutes later, a steaming cup was set down in front of him and he looked back at the waitress with another smile. [color=firebrick]"Thank you."[/color]

With a light blush on her face, she quickly left to serve the other customers as Ryuu turned his attention back to the phone in his hand, or more specifically his 'dinner plans'. As a rule, he only hunted those undesired by society, such as serious criminals or predatory ghouls, so he was on the look out for a target that would fit the critera, and he had narrowed it down to two, one was a Yakuza group that frequented a Mahjong bar in the 20th ward, but the other... Tilting the china cup to his lips, he made up his mind. He has some '[i]reservations[/i]' to make in the 11th ward.

[hr][hr][h3][color=black]Arashi Onahara[/color][/h3][CCG Headquarters, Chiyoda, Tokyo's 1st Ward]
Interactions: Tsubume Fukui [@vFear]
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The only sound to be heard in the quiet office was the slightly irregular 'thwip' of turning pages as a lone figure sat behind his desk, looking over the filed reports of some of the ghouls in his area of interest. Rank 1 Investigator Arashi had the files of several possible targets suspected to have been active in and around the 20th Ward: Theater Fox; Sinister; Chaos and Ronin to name a few. Flicking through a few pages of the former-most ghoul, eyes skimming over the unconfirmed reports of possible links to an illegal racing circuit, his concentration waved for the briefest moment as an electronic chime signalled the arrival of the Rank 2 that was [i]supposed[/i] to be his partner-in-training. Finishing the report he was reading, he sent off a quick reply acknowledging the receptionist's heads-up before pulling himself from his seat and making his way down towards the main lobby.

As he arrived, he was greeted by the sight of his new white-haired junior rapidly bowing to the bemused receptionist for what was possibly the fourth time in half as many weeks. Smoothly catching the projectile hair-band before it could impact his left cheek, he let his naturally cool expression to settle before he spoke, making his presence known to the girl as he bowed slightly in greeting.

[color=black]"Tsubume Fukui, I presume? My name is Arashi Onahara. We'll be working together from now on."[/color]