A reasonable explanation, Mearii decided. Toshiko was too lazy to explain things multiple times, and thought that no one else would be kind enough to explain it to anyone who came late. Plausible, but at the same time, the gumiho was pretty sure that there was going to be at least one nice person amongst the many employees of the detective agency that would care to explain. Nevertheless, she kept her mouth shut and accepted a cup of tea from that vampire-butler. It helped take her mind off her lethargy, if nothing else, as she sipped the hot liquid, careful not to burn her sensitive tongue. Quietly enjoying the tea by her lonesome, not interested in speaking to her colleagues just yet, she dully noted the last few late arrivals, before opening her ears as Toshiko prepared to explain the case.
Her nose twitched ever so slightly as more cigarette smoke filled the room, before drifting out of the opened window to poison the lungs of even more people in the city.
Then, as the redhead began her explanation, Mearii took out a well-worn notepad and a pen, scratching out notes in Korean like the good student she was.
Yesterday, heirloom stolen.
Time is (?)
Daidouji Kenji and Tomoko went to investigate home. Were they out? Or just in other room?
No change, except for family heirloom gone. Spells weren't disturbed.
What is the family heirloom? Any actual power, or just sentimental value?
Who else was with them?
Assumption to be confirmed: Kenji and Tomoko are of the main branch.
Many branches in family, each hating the other.
“Backstabbing and murder”
Suspects should be in the family.
Why steal the heirloom then? Ransom? Psychological attack? Voodooism of sorts?
Other possibility: outside Mage family that wishes to destroy whole of Daidouji, by encouraging conflict.
How would they bypass the spells then? Were the spells regularly recast? Insider help?
Other possibility: Kenji and Tomoko hid it, plans to frame other branches for robbery
Explains why no spells triggered, since they stole it. Where hidden then? Who framed?
What IS the heirloom?
She was still writing for a good five minutes after Toshiko finished her explanation, her tea going cold. Finally closing her notepad and storing it into her jacket-cape's pockets, the gumiho sighed, and asked a simple question, “Will we all be heading to the scene to investigate? Or do you plan to do some division of labor, Toshiko-san?”
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Replace Deathstalkers with Ponies and Nevermores with Miners, and Chess Pieces with Tarot Cards.
Basically, Lucius decided to make BB a rapist who sexually assaulted students who were late. Like, no joke at all. Very scarring, and would only help to make Beacon appear to be the worst school evar.
Then again, if BB was there and Arara made some (false) conclusions, she would totally confront him under the assumption that BB kidnap-raped Cororo.
Then again, if BB was there and Arara made some (false) conclusions, she would totally confront him under the assumption that BB kidnap-raped Cororo.
Nefarious, pls, no. Just, pls, no. BB must die. I bet it was the BB posts that made Adsense go away.
Arara's based off Ara, to an extent. XD
Arara's based off Ara, to an extent. XD
Hm, I wouldn't say that they were part of the same circles, but if you want Prince Smithing to be a bigass company (think major worldwide industrial power) then sure. I can see Arara and that dude knowing each other. Perhaps Sakanade and Prince once had a supply chain relationship? Something like...they had a deal regarding the production of a new high-spec tool for textiles?
Arara totally would, if she actually cared enough about those mangy half-humans to lower herself to interacting with them beyond giving orders.
inb4onlyhumaninafullFaunusteam
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Hue, Arara's such a nasty person on the inside~
And if you don't mind, I made Mr. Prince the heir to a well-known smithing (think more high-quality specialized machine pieces than weapons) company.
And if you don't mind, I made Mr. Prince the heir to a well-known smithing (think more high-quality specialized machine pieces than weapons) company.
Among all the students being carted off to Beacon Academy in that airship, only one of them was able to enjoy the pleasure that came with complete and utter silence. Arara had shut off all sensations towards the outside world, drawing herself inwards instead. It was a tranquil, relaxing sensation, witnessing flickers and flares of what was either her soul or her Aura, a small sphere of bright blue energy that burned like the sun. Perhaps it wasn't exactly the epiphany-achieving Nirvanas that her teachers have said they've witnessed at the height of meditation before, but it was fine enough for Arara. There was no scenery here that she hasn't seen, after all, and there was no one here that she had a particular interest in, at least not until they proved themselves worthy of such attention.
Of course, there HAD to be other people who demanded attention regardless. Opening one eye when her subconscious notified her of the prescence of someone directly demanding her attention, Arara's orange eyes focused on the girl before her. Black hair and wolf ears. A faunus with an annoying expression that was part way between concern and curiousity. Tilting her head upward next and opening her other eye, the girl glanced at the manly as fuck boy in a motorcycle, apparently standing up on the ceiling like he gave no fucks about gravity. She nodded at him once, acknowledging his position and passing off a subtle sign that, if he had fell on her, she would be perfectly alright with suing him for personal damages.
Turning her attention back towards the wolf that first spoke to her, Arara considered what sort of impression she wanted to pass off towards this warrior-brute, before finally settling on this. Hopping off her spear and kicking it off the ground, she allowed it to spin three times in the air until catching it. “You shall address me as Lady Sakanade, faunus.”
Cold, but amongst faunus, one had to assert their superior position straight away, in case those half-beasts got any ideas about who's position was more dominant. With that, she strode off, holding her breath the whole time she walked pass the wolf-girl. Air pollution was bad for the lungs, after all. Arara wouldn't want any stray hairs from that thing's ears getting into her lungs.
But it seemed that one commotion attracted another, and the next annoying, brutish thing that happened was some sort of standoff between a bunch of meathead, arrogant brats. One was a muscle-bound person that she recognized, the heir of the Prince family, if she remembered correctly. The others were a bunch of relatively no name students, who seemed to be partaking in some confrontation with Mr. Prince, shaving his head and dodging his attacks like the skilled fighters they probably were.
Uncouth idiots. Their own arrogance was revealed in their actions, and their stupidity was shown in their inability to read such a simple person's attitude. Yes, it was totally fine to just BAIT an angry, self-entitled whiny bastard's anger by making a show of how weak and slow he was. Sure, it might work if your enemy was a thug that was just trying to mug you, but...
The girl realized her thoughts were getting dark again, and took a deep breath to calm herself. No, she needed to calm down as well. The atmosphere of this ship was slowly ruining her, wasn't it? One deep breath was followed by many more, as she regulated her breathing. The situation eventually defused itself, with Mr. Prince's entourage dragging him away before anything really stupid happened. Good enough. He'd probably do some avenging thing later, and it seemed like one of the girls in his entourage was kind enough to warn one of the boys about the wrath of a rich kid who had his 'honor' tainted.
Approaching the group with a small wave, she turned her attention to the boy who had received the warning and asked, a bit of curiousity in her tone, “Don't think it was too smart to make an enemy of the heir to the Prince Smithing Corporation, so why did you get yourself into that mess, if you don't mind me asking?”
Of course, there HAD to be other people who demanded attention regardless. Opening one eye when her subconscious notified her of the prescence of someone directly demanding her attention, Arara's orange eyes focused on the girl before her. Black hair and wolf ears. A faunus with an annoying expression that was part way between concern and curiousity. Tilting her head upward next and opening her other eye, the girl glanced at the manly as fuck boy in a motorcycle, apparently standing up on the ceiling like he gave no fucks about gravity. She nodded at him once, acknowledging his position and passing off a subtle sign that, if he had fell on her, she would be perfectly alright with suing him for personal damages.
Turning her attention back towards the wolf that first spoke to her, Arara considered what sort of impression she wanted to pass off towards this warrior-brute, before finally settling on this. Hopping off her spear and kicking it off the ground, she allowed it to spin three times in the air until catching it. “You shall address me as Lady Sakanade, faunus.”
Cold, but amongst faunus, one had to assert their superior position straight away, in case those half-beasts got any ideas about who's position was more dominant. With that, she strode off, holding her breath the whole time she walked pass the wolf-girl. Air pollution was bad for the lungs, after all. Arara wouldn't want any stray hairs from that thing's ears getting into her lungs.
But it seemed that one commotion attracted another, and the next annoying, brutish thing that happened was some sort of standoff between a bunch of meathead, arrogant brats. One was a muscle-bound person that she recognized, the heir of the Prince family, if she remembered correctly. The others were a bunch of relatively no name students, who seemed to be partaking in some confrontation with Mr. Prince, shaving his head and dodging his attacks like the skilled fighters they probably were.
Uncouth idiots. Their own arrogance was revealed in their actions, and their stupidity was shown in their inability to read such a simple person's attitude. Yes, it was totally fine to just BAIT an angry, self-entitled whiny bastard's anger by making a show of how weak and slow he was. Sure, it might work if your enemy was a thug that was just trying to mug you, but...
The girl realized her thoughts were getting dark again, and took a deep breath to calm herself. No, she needed to calm down as well. The atmosphere of this ship was slowly ruining her, wasn't it? One deep breath was followed by many more, as she regulated her breathing. The situation eventually defused itself, with Mr. Prince's entourage dragging him away before anything really stupid happened. Good enough. He'd probably do some avenging thing later, and it seemed like one of the girls in his entourage was kind enough to warn one of the boys about the wrath of a rich kid who had his 'honor' tainted.
Approaching the group with a small wave, she turned her attention to the boy who had received the warning and asked, a bit of curiousity in her tone, “Don't think it was too smart to make an enemy of the heir to the Prince Smithing Corporation, so why did you get yourself into that mess, if you don't mind me asking?”
Well, if KK just dragged away that wolf-girl who's currently polluting the air around Arara, that'd be nice~
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