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[right]Northwest District - Spice Tea[/right][/sub]

How anticlimactic. Well, the real world was often that way. Suspicion and rumors were often just idle fantasies of those who had little interest in such a thing. Aya didn't really notice anything odd from the girl nor Gotou. She did think the kid was pretty cute, if not strange for fleeing because of day terrors. As they left, she went to fiddle around with her analog camera. All that running made the bag bounce up and down no matter how tightly she held it.

The shutter audibly snapped. Quiet enough so that only Aya could hear, but loud enough to make herself shudder with the thought of wasted film. Good analog film was becoming more expensive as it became more niche. The age of digital had come 30 years prior. A single unfocused picture of the two of them as they left. Maybe the photo would turn out better and she'd have something interesting. More likely, a blurry mess of film.

Well, she might as well head back home. It was a long day, after all.

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[right]Central District - Sharehouse[/right][/sub]
Rather than rest, Aya was afflicted by a burst of energy when she got home. A sudden hit of inspiration, more or less. Supernatural occurrences were always interesting, but something caught her mind. An old image board post. One forgotten by everyone save for those who lived in Tenoroshi and had nothing more important to remember. [i]'Who is this man?'[/i] the post was titled. Accompanying it was a grainy photo of one of the city's regulars. With that inspiration in her mind, she went to work. The supernatural was interesting, yes. So were character studies. A air of mystery, but with 100% truths instead of constant dead ends.

So Aya went to work as she printed out the dozens of horribly taken pictures of the man from the board. The horrible quality images that were degraded even further by the shoddy inkjet had been placed onto a cork board with thumbtacks. As she placed them, she placed supplementary packages alongside. Newspaper clippings of him and his fishing skill. Posts that call him a mercenary that participated in a 32 man battle tournament, only to drop out because he got bored. With a spider web of yarn connecting every tack, the question was written at the top.

'Who is Captain Belo?'

Though, it was probably just easier to actually have a conversation with the man after 2:30. It was a fun little thing to talk about as she brought out the board to the common area, ready to square up with anyone who thought Belo was a mere fisherman.