Shou ✗ 003; Halp halp being detectivenapped
Characters: hardlyboiled and xblood_lusting at first and probably, the keyword_bingo furikiruze atashikiitenai later on.
Location: The forest! Near where ickle little Sora got beat up.
Time: Afternoon
Style: First \o/
Status: Closed!
[There's this detective, right? And he's got a bit of a nosy streak about him. BUT HEY, it's not his fault. Sora asked for his help and by golly, he would give him his help.
After all, he is a Good Guy.
So here is the silly little left half taking out the batshot as he crouches down in the middle of a damaged part of the forest, snapping a few photos. When he stands up, he flips a switch on the batshot and it flies off, beginning to take aerial photos of the place. Standing up, hands on his hips, he begins to survey the area some more. Taking out a note pad, he begins to scribble a few things in Japanese.]
Number of trees scorched and damaged. Grass is torn and frayed -- patches of dirt showing through.
[Bending down to a small plant, he picks up a leaf and sniffs it before tucking it away and going back to writing.]
Electric energy, possibly? Residue on flora in the area. Vaguely reminded of Dopant smell.
[Looking around a bit more, he frowns at the scene.]
A fight definitely happened here.
Location: The forest! Near where ickle little Sora got beat up.
Time: Afternoon
Style: First \o/
Status: Closed!
[There's this detective, right? And he's got a bit of a nosy streak about him. BUT HEY, it's not his fault. Sora asked for his help and by golly, he would give him his help.
After all, he is a Good Guy.
So here is the silly little left half taking out the batshot as he crouches down in the middle of a damaged part of the forest, snapping a few photos. When he stands up, he flips a switch on the batshot and it flies off, beginning to take aerial photos of the place. Standing up, hands on his hips, he begins to survey the area some more. Taking out a note pad, he begins to scribble a few things in Japanese.]
Number of trees scorched and damaged. Grass is torn and frayed -- patches of dirt showing through.
[Bending down to a small plant, he picks up a leaf and sniffs it before tucking it away and going back to writing.]
Electric energy, possibly? Residue on flora in the area. Vaguely reminded of Dopant smell.
[Looking around a bit more, he frowns at the scene.]
A fight definitely happened here.