[One of the trailers has be refitted to look like the entrance to a Billiards hall with a wooden board resembling a Dojo sign, which reads "Narumi Detective Agency
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[In walks a woman. What her face looks like is a mystery at this point since it is concealed behind the jet-black visor of her yellow and blue motorcycle helmet. The helmet, however, has cat ears, which is probably horribly un-aerodynamic and a terrible feature for a motorcycle helmet. But she has hear reasons for having them there. The rest of her is completely in black.
For the moment she's staying by the door, but depending on how observant he might be, he may notice a thick black gas leaking from her sleeves and beneath her helmet and promptly dissolving, never going too far from wherever it's coming from.
So far she is also completely and totally silent. Not so much as the sound of breathing coming from her. What a mystery this client is.]
For a moment she lowers her head, bringing one hand up to where her chin would be, as if to consider whether or not she wants to seek help here. Then straightens up again, taking long strides to cross the room. As she makes her way over, she turns her wrist and something black drops out of her sleeve into her hand.
She stops in front of him, raising her hand, the object now clearly visible as a cell phone, the screen flicking up to expose the keyboard as she quickly types a message before turning the phone, holding it out for him to read.]
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For the moment she's staying by the door, but depending on how observant he might be, he may notice a thick black gas leaking from her sleeves and beneath her helmet and promptly dissolving, never going too far from wherever it's coming from.
So far she is also completely and totally silent. Not so much as the sound of breathing coming from her. What a mystery this client is.]
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It's not hard to pique Boss Narumi's interest, but this is something quite unique.
He notices the smoke immediately. His mind drifts to "dopant" but she's too slender, too humanoid.]
Can I ask what you've come for?
[He adjusts his hat slightly]
I'll make it my business to help.
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For a moment she lowers her head, bringing one hand up to where her chin would be, as if to consider whether or not she wants to seek help here. Then straightens up again, taking long strides to cross the room. As she makes her way over, she turns her wrist and something black drops out of her sleeve into her hand.
She stops in front of him, raising her hand, the object now clearly visible as a cell phone, the screen flicking up to expose the keyboard as she quickly types a message before turning the phone, holding it out for him to read.]
"I'm here for information."
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Of what sort?
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