Tokyo, Japan. Tuesday Afternoon - Late Tuesday Evening. Fandom Time.
"Ohaiyo!" Dōjima sang as she came into the office, her coworkers hunched over keyboards. "Good morning everybody!"
Karasuma leaned back to give the younger girl a smile. "Good morning, Dōjima," she answered, as Michael just replied with a "Yo."
"Does it look like it's still morning out there to you?" Sakaki grumbled, also leaning back in his chair to stare at Dōjima with surprise as she simply laughed.
Oops. She could spot a certain bald head on the other side of the divider. "And a very good morning to you, Chief!" she caroled merrily, awaiting her usual rebuke.
"Yeah, good morning."
.....Huh?
"Huh?" she managed eloquently, blinking in shock. The two other Hunters, Michael, and Hattori were frozen in shock, with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
"The Chief," Sakaki whispered, "What's wrong with him?"
"Why are you asking me?" Karasuma hissed. "How should I know?"
Still turned away from the others, a flicker of sadness and unease flickered across Dōjima's face before it was subsumed again under her cover and she made her way to her desk, turning around and chatting gaily with the others. She had known they were going to start putting the pressure on Zaizen through power-plays, but she had asked they leave Kosaka out of it.
It looked like this investigation was going to start moving much faster, and with steeper odds than Juliano had originally anticipated.
It was much later in the afternoon when Dōjima came back to the STN:J after work, with a large plastic bag.
"This is a surprise," Michael said, looking up from his computer. "I thought you were heading home for the night, Miss Dōjima?"
"Oh, I forgot something, that's all," she quipped with a smile, and set down her bag. "And I thought I'd bring the prisoner a treat! Just kidding!" she giggled at his long-suffering sigh, offering him dinner before picking up her grocery bags again and heading to her desk, pulling open a drawer and taking out a pink wallet.
"Hey thanks, I appreciate it," he answered.
"Well you're quite welcome."
"Oh, yeah," she said, as if something had just come to her and she paused. "Hey, Michael, Have you ever heard of something called the 'SOLOMON Genetic Research Team?'"
"'Genetic Research Team?'" he asked, blinking at her. "No. What brought this on?"
"I only just heard the name myself," she answered, walking back over to his desk, "--so I don't really know what it is, really, but it sure sounds interesting!"
"What's your source for this info?"
"That would be a secret!" Dōjima laughed, waving a hand and moving back towards the doors. "Anyway, I'm outta here!"
"The 'Genetic Research Team,'" she could hear him musing, and the sound of keys began clicking furiously behind her.
Dōjima didn't even have to suppress her smile as she left. Information was Michael's true weakness, she almost didn't even have to plant the idea to send him off hunting for it.
She wasn't going to get far.
"Ugh, it's freezing," she muttered to herself as she walked down the stairs and headed outside, adjusted the buttons on her blue coat. Out the gate and down the road towards the train and--
--Bright headlights shone on her for a moment before a vehicle drove past, and Dōjima whirled around. "...a Factory van?" she wondered aloud, peering off at it for a second.
Oh. Oh no. Dōjima turned back and ran in the direction the van had come from. It had just started up over there.....she screetched to a halt and began looking around. The ground was clear, of course, Factory goons would never leave anything obvious laying around.....
....the hedges. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the foliage, searching. What had they been doing here? If it was a Hunt, her phone should have gone off and...
Then she spotted the marks on the low stone wall. "...but those are...."
Orbo marks. Kuso. This was bad. Calling Amon, now, because they needed some answers.
This was officially a problem.
Amon, of course, never knew to come out of the rain. Dōjima was starting to think it was part of the brooding which was CLEARLY part of his Seed genome. No idea what his latent power was, but it was totally emo.
And he would want to meet here. Drama queen.
"I knew I was right," the other man was saying with a smirk, his fluffy white coat almost undaunted by the rain. "You deliberately left us a trail. You wanted us to follow you, didn't you?" He took a few steps closer. "What the hell are you up to?"
"I have come here to Hunt Robin," was his only answer.
Wait, what? NO. That was so not part of the plan.
"What?" Thank you, fluffy-coat-man, for voicing what Dōjima could not. "What the hell did you just say?"
"I have come here to Hunt Robin." It was completely unemotional, and the thunder crashed dramatically overhead.
"Amon are you completely out of your mind?" the other man asked.
"No, not really," Amon answered. "Sena Robin has become the most dangerous Witch in existence."
"What ARE you talking about? Are you calling her a Witch now?" he shot back, pushing in on Amon's space. "She's only a Witch because SOLOMON has decided to see her that way!"
"Wait a moment, is this because some sort of unresolved Thing about your mother?"
.....wait, what? Dōjima had supposedly had full dossiers on all STN:J members for years. This? This was not in any of them.
"It is NOT." Volia, a show of emotion from the King of Emo, and it was clearly time to step in before this went completely off the rails of their mission parameters.
"Then what's the deal?" he yelled in response?
"You must have seen it," Amon intoned. "Robin's power."
"Yeah, so what? That doesn't matter to me," came the reply. "Robin is still Robin. And that girl hasn't changed one bit since you first left her with me."
Well now. So this was Robin's mysterious benefactor. She'd been living with him? Not bad on the eyes, not bad at all.
Go wee tiny nun!
"Listen to me," he continued. "It's not someone's past that tells you if you can trust them, but their heart that matters. At the very least, you believed in her when you sent her to me for help. You wanted me to take care of her! Are you trying to tell me now that you think that was a mistake?" Amon remained silent. "Well I'm going to protect Robin! Even if that means I'm going to take your bullet--!"
And then he was cut off, eyes going wide at the impact of the gun on the back of his head, and he fell to the concrete, unconscious.
"Well you sucked at that," Dōjima snarled, holstering her weapon where she stood behind their now concrete-kissing friend. "We needed information, Amon, not inciting him into a temper. AND we are going to have WORDS about you 'Hunting' Robin, because it is not happening. You're taking my orders, and that is not my mission."
She tossed her keys at him. "Go get my car. Now we have to do something about this mess of yours."
[OOC: Again, NFB & NFI. So begins the final push towards the grande finale.]
Karasuma leaned back to give the younger girl a smile. "Good morning, Dōjima," she answered, as Michael just replied with a "Yo."
"Does it look like it's still morning out there to you?" Sakaki grumbled, also leaning back in his chair to stare at Dōjima with surprise as she simply laughed.
Oops. She could spot a certain bald head on the other side of the divider. "And a very good morning to you, Chief!" she caroled merrily, awaiting her usual rebuke.
"Yeah, good morning."
.....Huh?
"Huh?" she managed eloquently, blinking in shock. The two other Hunters, Michael, and Hattori were frozen in shock, with wide eyes and gaping mouths.
"The Chief," Sakaki whispered, "What's wrong with him?"
"Why are you asking me?" Karasuma hissed. "How should I know?"
Still turned away from the others, a flicker of sadness and unease flickered across Dōjima's face before it was subsumed again under her cover and she made her way to her desk, turning around and chatting gaily with the others. She had known they were going to start putting the pressure on Zaizen through power-plays, but she had asked they leave Kosaka out of it.
It looked like this investigation was going to start moving much faster, and with steeper odds than Juliano had originally anticipated.
It was much later in the afternoon when Dōjima came back to the STN:J after work, with a large plastic bag.
"This is a surprise," Michael said, looking up from his computer. "I thought you were heading home for the night, Miss Dōjima?"
"Oh, I forgot something, that's all," she quipped with a smile, and set down her bag. "And I thought I'd bring the prisoner a treat! Just kidding!" she giggled at his long-suffering sigh, offering him dinner before picking up her grocery bags again and heading to her desk, pulling open a drawer and taking out a pink wallet.
"Hey thanks, I appreciate it," he answered.
"Well you're quite welcome."
"Oh, yeah," she said, as if something had just come to her and she paused. "Hey, Michael, Have you ever heard of something called the 'SOLOMON Genetic Research Team?'"
"'Genetic Research Team?'" he asked, blinking at her. "No. What brought this on?"
"I only just heard the name myself," she answered, walking back over to his desk, "--so I don't really know what it is, really, but it sure sounds interesting!"
"What's your source for this info?"
"That would be a secret!" Dōjima laughed, waving a hand and moving back towards the doors. "Anyway, I'm outta here!"
"The 'Genetic Research Team,'" she could hear him musing, and the sound of keys began clicking furiously behind her.
Dōjima didn't even have to suppress her smile as she left. Information was Michael's true weakness, she almost didn't even have to plant the idea to send him off hunting for it.
She wasn't going to get far.
"Ugh, it's freezing," she muttered to herself as she walked down the stairs and headed outside, adjusted the buttons on her blue coat. Out the gate and down the road towards the train and--
--Bright headlights shone on her for a moment before a vehicle drove past, and Dōjima whirled around. "...a Factory van?" she wondered aloud, peering off at it for a second.
Oh. Oh no. Dōjima turned back and ran in the direction the van had come from. It had just started up over there.....she screetched to a halt and began looking around. The ground was clear, of course, Factory goons would never leave anything obvious laying around.....
....the hedges. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled under the foliage, searching. What had they been doing here? If it was a Hunt, her phone should have gone off and...
Then she spotted the marks on the low stone wall. "...but those are...."
Orbo marks. Kuso. This was bad. Calling Amon, now, because they needed some answers.
This was officially a problem.
Amon, of course, never knew to come out of the rain. Dōjima was starting to think it was part of the brooding which was CLEARLY part of his Seed genome. No idea what his latent power was, but it was totally emo.
And he would want to meet here. Drama queen.
"I knew I was right," the other man was saying with a smirk, his fluffy white coat almost undaunted by the rain. "You deliberately left us a trail. You wanted us to follow you, didn't you?" He took a few steps closer. "What the hell are you up to?"
"I have come here to Hunt Robin," was his only answer.
Wait, what? NO. That was so not part of the plan.
"What?" Thank you, fluffy-coat-man, for voicing what Dōjima could not. "What the hell did you just say?"
"I have come here to Hunt Robin." It was completely unemotional, and the thunder crashed dramatically overhead.
"Amon are you completely out of your mind?" the other man asked.
"No, not really," Amon answered. "Sena Robin has become the most dangerous Witch in existence."
"What ARE you talking about? Are you calling her a Witch now?" he shot back, pushing in on Amon's space. "She's only a Witch because SOLOMON has decided to see her that way!"
"Wait a moment, is this because some sort of unresolved Thing about your mother?"
.....wait, what? Dōjima had supposedly had full dossiers on all STN:J members for years. This? This was not in any of them.
"It is NOT." Volia, a show of emotion from the King of Emo, and it was clearly time to step in before this went completely off the rails of their mission parameters.
"Then what's the deal?" he yelled in response?
"You must have seen it," Amon intoned. "Robin's power."
"Yeah, so what? That doesn't matter to me," came the reply. "Robin is still Robin. And that girl hasn't changed one bit since you first left her with me."
Well now. So this was Robin's mysterious benefactor. She'd been living with him? Not bad on the eyes, not bad at all.
Go wee tiny nun!
"Listen to me," he continued. "It's not someone's past that tells you if you can trust them, but their heart that matters. At the very least, you believed in her when you sent her to me for help. You wanted me to take care of her! Are you trying to tell me now that you think that was a mistake?" Amon remained silent. "Well I'm going to protect Robin! Even if that means I'm going to take your bullet--!"
And then he was cut off, eyes going wide at the impact of the gun on the back of his head, and he fell to the concrete, unconscious.
"Well you sucked at that," Dōjima snarled, holstering her weapon where she stood behind their now concrete-kissing friend. "We needed information, Amon, not inciting him into a temper. AND we are going to have WORDS about you 'Hunting' Robin, because it is not happening. You're taking my orders, and that is not my mission."
She tossed her keys at him. "Go get my car. Now we have to do something about this mess of yours."
[OOC: Again, NFB & NFI. So begins the final push towards the grande finale.]