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[ex_diplomacy861]

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 . . .

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[ex_diplomacy861]

[After a while, she's alone, and she begins to walk off to one of the residential districts, pancreas still in hand. Doesn't seem very shady, but considering what she's holding . . .

Do you follow, or stay back and investigate via the SFC?]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Oh man. He has a nibble, but it seems this person wants something. Cheapskate! They have to be related to Tatsumi. He was wibbling, and hoping he didn't have to sell his body or something to get information.

Oh! She's moving! Shoot.

Time to follow the perp! He couldn't allow the possibility of her finding a new victim.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[A couple minutes into the walk, she stops again, but this time on her own as she glances down at the pancreas. She appears to consider something, and cups the organ with her hands, muttering to herself,]

But the question is, what am I supposed to do with this . . . ?

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Target has stopped. And was talking to herself.

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.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Shelly turns to the voice with a mildly surprised look. Well, now, who's this?]

Yes? Ah -- [she raises the pancreas] Is it about this?

[Pretty much everyone she's been approached by has pointed out the organ, so.]

[cinnaponpuppy]

[He is mildly taken aback.]

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.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

I bought it in the lower district.

[Simple as that.]

However . . . this wasn't what I'd intended to purchase. The powers that be misinterpreted my demands, it seems.

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Oh gawd. There was a place selling organs here.]

Ah. I see. [A pause.] What were you trying to purchase instead? [A lung? A heart? He's starting to feel sick.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Way to give yourself a heart attack for no reason, man.]

A panacea. You don't seriously believe I was trying to buy an organ, do you?

[cinnaponpuppy]

[But she was so calm about this organ thing!]

Oh! [Sighing out of relief.] You can never be sure, miss.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Despite the "really?" feel of the situation, she can appreciate his carefulness.]

Did you track me down all the way here just to make sure of that?

[cinnaponpuppy]

[And now it was his turn to seem like a creeper.]

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.]

[ex_diplomacy861]

[Shelly blinks. Then she bursts into subdued laughter, her grip on the organ tightening by the gesture.]

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.

[cinnaponpuppy]

[He wasn't sure how to take the laughing, but she did seem nice.]

Something like that. [He thought about offering his hand, but the organ.] I'm Asato Tsuzuki.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[ . . . oh. She was technically right.]

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?

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Toss in shinigami in the mix, and you'll have it.]

It's nice to meet you, Miss Greenhill. [He gave a nod.] That could help.

[ex_diplomacy861]

[How in the world is she supposed to guess that.

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.

[cinnaponpuppy]

[Oh. Politics.

That was something he would never understand.]

What world are you from?

[Oh. Wait.] Would you like to get rid of that first?

[ex_diplomacy861]

Don't worry about that. Seeing as it's my property, I'll find a suitable purpose for it.

And back on track . . . my world is known as Fulheim. Does it sound familiar to you?