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vatheon2012-03-06 05:31 pm
ex_diplomacy861) wrote in vatheon2012-03-06 05:31 pm
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Who: Shelly and anyone
Where: Lower District → Middle District
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[Early in the afternoon, Shelly heads down to the lower district as a continuation of a long due exploration. While she's at it, perhaps she can see how effective products from the Nostalgia Nook are. Given the epidemic a while back, how about, say, a panacea for a test run?
The Great Lamufao has other things in mind, apparently, and Shelly stares long and hard at what she just accidentally spent her tokens on.]
. . . You're kidding me. You're giving me that?
[So Shelly returns to the Middle District with a whole new(?) pancreas of her own. Some deity, couldn't it have given it to her in a jar or something? She's going to need new gloves -- not to mention the smell.
But not now. Not when she looks out and one modest building catches her eyes. Peering over the potted plants through the window, she hums.]
A salon . . .
Where: Lower District → Middle District
When: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open
[Early in the afternoon, Shelly heads down to the lower district as a continuation of a long due exploration. While she's at it, perhaps she can see how effective products from the Nostalgia Nook are. Given the epidemic a while back, how about, say, a panacea for a test run?
The Great Lamufao has other things in mind, apparently, and Shelly stares long and hard at what she just accidentally spent her tokens on.]
. . . You're kidding me. You're giving me that?
[So Shelly returns to the Middle District with a whole new(?) pancreas of her own. Some deity, couldn't it have given it to her in a jar or something? She's going to need new gloves -- not to mention the smell.
But not now. Not when she looks out and one modest building catches her eyes. Peering over the potted plants through the window, she hums.]
A salon . . .
Done.
this is amazing and you should feel good.
He'll see her walking all too nonchalantly with the organ in hand, though it's obvious that she has some difficulty as to how to hold it at first. Before long (and still in view), she stops at the salon, where she chats it up with a person or two.
Still casual. She does seem to offer the pancreas to one man, but with a smile that indicates she's joking.]
Good~ :3
Actually Tsuzuki has been avoiding the Nook. The cinnabon smell from the Hetalia mall was hard to resist.
This is where spy music should kick in, if there was a curse for that happening.
Why was she trying to offer people it? What was her purpose in securing it in the first place?
He checked his SFC for any news. Not seeing any, he decides to fish for information.]
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Do you follow, or stay back and investigate via the SFC?]
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Oh! She's moving! Shoot.
Time to follow the perp! He couldn't allow the possibility of her finding a new victim.]
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But the question is, what am I supposed to do with this . . . ?
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What if she wasn't some organ harvesting person? What if she just found it lying around?
...why would anyone pick that up in the first place?
There was only one way to figure it out. He decided to ditch the stalking to stroll up to the blonde.]
Excuse me, miss? [He did his best to sound like the detective that he was supposed to be.]
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Yes? Ah -- [she raises the pancreas] Is it about this?
[Pretty much everyone she's been approached by has pointed out the organ, so.]
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It's...where did you get it? [He was feeling bad now. She didn't seem like a bad or creepy person. And he was stalking her.
She was still holding an organ though.]
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[Simple as that.]
However . . . this wasn't what I'd intended to purchase. The powers that be misinterpreted my demands, it seems.
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Ah. I see. [A pause.] What were you trying to purchase instead? [A lung? A heart? He's starting to feel sick.]
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A panacea. You don't seriously believe I was trying to buy an organ, do you?
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Oh! [Sighing out of relief.] You can never be sure, miss.
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Did you track me down all the way here just to make sure of that?
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Actually...yeah. You aren't covered in blood, but you could have cleaned up...[Though it sounds silly, since she didn't take steps to hide the thing, or to keep her gloves from being wrecked.
He felt like an idiot.]
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So you thought I was maybe a murderer? What are you, a detective?
[She calms.]
Don't worry. I wouldn't know where to even start with dissecting someone.
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Something like that. [He thought about offering his hand, but the organ.] I'm Asato Tsuzuki.
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Asato. My name is Shelly Greenhill. For the sake of putting your mind at ease, would you like to know what my actual vocation is?
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It's nice to meet you, Miss Greenhill. [He gave a nod.] That could help.
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Knowing that her hands are . . . preoccupied, she nods as well.]
I am the director of a nation in my world. I assure you that murder is one of the furthest things on my agenda as a politician.
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That was something he would never understand.]
What world are you from?
[Oh. Wait.] Would you like to get rid of that first?
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And back on track . . . my world is known as Fulheim. Does it sound familiar to you?