RP Chatlog
Characters: IC!Mahaado, OOC!Honda, NPC!Kafele, police NPCs
Setting: police station, morgue
Rating: PG
Summary: Mahaado finally gets Kafele's spirit back to his body, with some help from a couple of official-type NPCs.
The Domino police station, while not exactly brimming with activity, was certainly busier than usual. So when a pair of unfamiliar faces came in, the clerk had to firmly bite back a sigh of frustration, his mind already swimming in the possibilities from lost foreigners needing directions to another case for the officers to press hounds.
Mahaado reviewed with Honda one more time what he should say, and then approached the desk. "Excuse me. I believe I need to report a missing individual."
'Yup, lost foreigners...' the clerk, one Mitsubari Tono, recent hire of the police department, thought to himself. "I'll get the form for you," he said tiredly, already turning away to get it. "How long has the person been missing?"
"At couple of days. It is my k... It is my son."
Honda quietly sat down in one of the chairs, out of the way of the clerk and Mahaado but available if he was needed. Not that he thought he'd be needed until the 'get the body' stage, but they'd hopefully get to that part soon enough.
Tono raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit more sympathy for this guy at the mention of the missing being a son. Setting the form on the counter, he asked a bit more attentively, "And how old is he, sir?"
"Almost eighteen." Mahaado revealed a bit hesitantly, trying not to say the wrong things. "I know he went to visit his... well, his boyfriend. And he did not return."
"...His boyfriend?" Tono asked warily, gaze quickly flicking to the other man who had come into the office then back to the man in front of him. "Perhaps he just decided to stay with his boyfriend, or do you think they might have disappeared somewhere together?"
"I have not been able to contact him." Mahaado outright lied. He wasn't very good at that, but he was trying his best. "His boyfriend has been in trouble before. I was not certain, but thought perhaps that might be the case again..."
Tono nodded, going back to the form in front of him. "I'll pass that along to whichever officer is put in charge of looking into this. Are you and he locals?"
"Yes."
Mahaado looked nervously back at Honda. "For... a few years now, at least..."
Nodding again, Tono reevaluated his previous mental assumptions. Foreigners then, but not of the tourist variety after all. "Your son's name and physical description please?"
Honda was getting more than a little antsy with having to sit here as if they didn't already know Kafele's body was almost certainly in the city morgue. But, since he hadn't thought up an excuse to go straight to the morgue, sit here pretending to be calm he must.
"His name is Kafele. He is just taller than I am, a thin build..." Mahaado replied, and then added the one thing that would be sure to be noticed, "Purple hair."
Tono filled in that information, then paused to ask, "Natural or dyed?"
That was an odd question. "Natural."
"I've seen some rather interesting hair, just had to make sure." Tono started to move on to the next line of the form, but a thought made him pause again. "Hmm, think someone said a young man with purple hair was brought in not long ago, probably just a coincidence though..."
"Is he here?"
"No, he's... he's not here," Tono attempted to wave off the man's concern, uncomfortable with the idea of saying much about an unknown young man in the morgue. Bad enough to have to give the type of news to his family, no need to get someone who was probably unrelated worked up as wel. "Like I said, probably just a coincidence. I don't even know if his hair was dyed or not."
Mahaado glanced back at Honda. This looked like it was going nowhere.
Tono caught that look and sighed. "I'm sorry sir. Purple hair certainly isn't common, but it's hardly unique either."
"Do you have any recent photographs of your son? Then the people at the morgue should be able to say for certain..."
"People at the morgue?!" Mahaado tried to act surprised. He waved his hand, frustrated, and images appeared in a cloud in front of the clerk. "This is what he looks like."
Tono had just started mentally berating himself for letting the bit about the morgue slip when the man started doing... something with his hands and clouds and by that point Tono wasn't sure quite what was going on anymore. He looked over at the other man, who didn't seem at all surprised by this sudden weirdness, and shakily slid the partially completed form towards them before pointing down the hall towards the elevators and stairs. "Just, um... go downstairs, please, and tell them... tell them you're here to identify a, uh, a body..."
Mahaado looked back at Honda again. "Let us go, then, and straigten this out."
Honda obediently got up and headed towards the gestured hallway. "Thanks for your help," he said to the nervous clerk, giving him a smile and snagging the form as he walked past.
"Thank you for coming." Mahaado whispered as they walked down the stairs, toward the morgue. "I am not very good at fabricating stories."
"You did fine," Honda assured him. "Probably didn't need me for that, apparently mostly sticking to the truth wasn't so hard after all, huh? Maybe we'll get lucky and the people down here will be so easy to get past too."
It was time to find out.
Once they were out of the stairway, Honda glanced about for a moment, then headed for the first official looking person he saw. "Do you work here? Not to be too blunt, but we were asked to identify a body, so..."
"Yes. Possibly my... son." Mahaado added carefully.
Honda quickly tried to at least look properly emotioned as he held out the form from upstairs to the older man now considering them with a slight frown.
"Ah, yes, that one..." the man muttered, glancing up from the form and adjusting his wire-rim glasses. "Come with me," he ordered, turning and walking down this hallway.
Mahaado chatted mentally with Kafele as they followed him. He also made the note to put a tracking spell on this body for all future reference.
After passing several doorways, the man entered one and immediately headed towards a wall lined with metal drawers. He quietly counted along the columns and rows, then pulled one out slightly. "Do you need a moment to compose yourselves before looking?"
"I believe I am perfectly composed." Mahaado answered sternly.
"Yeah, trust me, he is," Honda confirmed with a nod. "Let's get this over with."
The man waited one more moment before carefully pulling out the drawer further, revealing a body covered in a white sheet. He then turned down the sheet, exposing the body's head and shoulders.
It was, in fact, the body Mahaado had designed for Kafele. Not sensing any permanent damage, he sent his ka back into it. Given the heka it took, he was certain that anything his ka consumed had been already processed.
Before anyone could say anything else, Kafele opened his eyes and feigned a long yawn. "You think next time I could keep my clothes on? It's cold in there, you know."
The man stared for several moments, then cleared his throat. "I had heard of the dead coming back to life occasionally, but I must say this is the first time I have seen it for myself..."
"Is asking there to not be a next time too much to ask?" Honda wondered to no one in particular.
"Kafele... I believe you owe me quite an explanation when we arrive home." Mahaado simply crossed his arms and Kafele slinked off the table.
"Right. Explanation... Um... Well a funny thing happened when we went out to a..."
"Enough."
"His personal effects, clothing included, should be in the next room," the man stated, gesturing back towards the doorway. "If you would be so kind as to wait in the hall again, I shall retrieve them for you."
"Very well." Mahaado answered sternly, all the while keeping an eye on his ka.
Shrugging, Honda silently walked out of the room.
Satisfied with the chain of events, the man briskly followed them out and went to the bins holding various deceased possessions waiting to be claimed.
"Here you are," he said as he returned to the hallway. "I trust that will be all today?"
"Quite." Mahaado took Kafele by the arm. "And I believe you owe this poor individual an apology for your prank."
"Prank? Oh... yeah! My prank!" he smiled brightly. "Sorry!"
Mahaado rolled his eyes. That wasn't heartfelt in the slightest.
"...Yes, quite the interesting prank," the man said after a moment, giving the previously 'deceased' young man a hard look as he adjusted his glasses again. "Perhaps you should find other methods of amusement in the future."
"I wholeheartedly agree." Mahaado gave Kafele an even sterner look as the boy threw on his MmmK shirt and pulled on a pair of pants.
"I will be going back to my work now, unless there is anything else either of you are needing?" the man prompted.
"No. This will be quite enough. Thank you." Mahaado bowed politely.
The man bowed in return. "I hope you will not take offense if I say I hope to not see either of you for quite awhile." That said, he turned and entered one of the doorways.
Setting: police station, morgue
Rating: PG
Summary: Mahaado finally gets Kafele's spirit back to his body, with some help from a couple of official-type NPCs.
The Domino police station, while not exactly brimming with activity, was certainly busier than usual. So when a pair of unfamiliar faces came in, the clerk had to firmly bite back a sigh of frustration, his mind already swimming in the possibilities from lost foreigners needing directions to another case for the officers to press hounds.
Mahaado reviewed with Honda one more time what he should say, and then approached the desk. "Excuse me. I believe I need to report a missing individual."
'Yup, lost foreigners...' the clerk, one Mitsubari Tono, recent hire of the police department, thought to himself. "I'll get the form for you," he said tiredly, already turning away to get it. "How long has the person been missing?"
"At couple of days. It is my k... It is my son."
Honda quietly sat down in one of the chairs, out of the way of the clerk and Mahaado but available if he was needed. Not that he thought he'd be needed until the 'get the body' stage, but they'd hopefully get to that part soon enough.
Tono raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit more sympathy for this guy at the mention of the missing being a son. Setting the form on the counter, he asked a bit more attentively, "And how old is he, sir?"
"Almost eighteen." Mahaado revealed a bit hesitantly, trying not to say the wrong things. "I know he went to visit his... well, his boyfriend. And he did not return."
"...His boyfriend?" Tono asked warily, gaze quickly flicking to the other man who had come into the office then back to the man in front of him. "Perhaps he just decided to stay with his boyfriend, or do you think they might have disappeared somewhere together?"
"I have not been able to contact him." Mahaado outright lied. He wasn't very good at that, but he was trying his best. "His boyfriend has been in trouble before. I was not certain, but thought perhaps that might be the case again..."
Tono nodded, going back to the form in front of him. "I'll pass that along to whichever officer is put in charge of looking into this. Are you and he locals?"
"Yes."
Mahaado looked nervously back at Honda. "For... a few years now, at least..."
Nodding again, Tono reevaluated his previous mental assumptions. Foreigners then, but not of the tourist variety after all. "Your son's name and physical description please?"
Honda was getting more than a little antsy with having to sit here as if they didn't already know Kafele's body was almost certainly in the city morgue. But, since he hadn't thought up an excuse to go straight to the morgue, sit here pretending to be calm he must.
"His name is Kafele. He is just taller than I am, a thin build..." Mahaado replied, and then added the one thing that would be sure to be noticed, "Purple hair."
Tono filled in that information, then paused to ask, "Natural or dyed?"
That was an odd question. "Natural."
"I've seen some rather interesting hair, just had to make sure." Tono started to move on to the next line of the form, but a thought made him pause again. "Hmm, think someone said a young man with purple hair was brought in not long ago, probably just a coincidence though..."
"Is he here?"
"No, he's... he's not here," Tono attempted to wave off the man's concern, uncomfortable with the idea of saying much about an unknown young man in the morgue. Bad enough to have to give the type of news to his family, no need to get someone who was probably unrelated worked up as wel. "Like I said, probably just a coincidence. I don't even know if his hair was dyed or not."
Mahaado glanced back at Honda. This looked like it was going nowhere.
Tono caught that look and sighed. "I'm sorry sir. Purple hair certainly isn't common, but it's hardly unique either."
"Do you have any recent photographs of your son? Then the people at the morgue should be able to say for certain..."
"People at the morgue?!" Mahaado tried to act surprised. He waved his hand, frustrated, and images appeared in a cloud in front of the clerk. "This is what he looks like."
Tono had just started mentally berating himself for letting the bit about the morgue slip when the man started doing... something with his hands and clouds and by that point Tono wasn't sure quite what was going on anymore. He looked over at the other man, who didn't seem at all surprised by this sudden weirdness, and shakily slid the partially completed form towards them before pointing down the hall towards the elevators and stairs. "Just, um... go downstairs, please, and tell them... tell them you're here to identify a, uh, a body..."
Mahaado looked back at Honda again. "Let us go, then, and straigten this out."
Honda obediently got up and headed towards the gestured hallway. "Thanks for your help," he said to the nervous clerk, giving him a smile and snagging the form as he walked past.
"Thank you for coming." Mahaado whispered as they walked down the stairs, toward the morgue. "I am not very good at fabricating stories."
"You did fine," Honda assured him. "Probably didn't need me for that, apparently mostly sticking to the truth wasn't so hard after all, huh? Maybe we'll get lucky and the people down here will be so easy to get past too."
It was time to find out.
Once they were out of the stairway, Honda glanced about for a moment, then headed for the first official looking person he saw. "Do you work here? Not to be too blunt, but we were asked to identify a body, so..."
"Yes. Possibly my... son." Mahaado added carefully.
Honda quickly tried to at least look properly emotioned as he held out the form from upstairs to the older man now considering them with a slight frown.
"Ah, yes, that one..." the man muttered, glancing up from the form and adjusting his wire-rim glasses. "Come with me," he ordered, turning and walking down this hallway.
Mahaado chatted mentally with Kafele as they followed him. He also made the note to put a tracking spell on this body for all future reference.
After passing several doorways, the man entered one and immediately headed towards a wall lined with metal drawers. He quietly counted along the columns and rows, then pulled one out slightly. "Do you need a moment to compose yourselves before looking?"
"I believe I am perfectly composed." Mahaado answered sternly.
"Yeah, trust me, he is," Honda confirmed with a nod. "Let's get this over with."
The man waited one more moment before carefully pulling out the drawer further, revealing a body covered in a white sheet. He then turned down the sheet, exposing the body's head and shoulders.
It was, in fact, the body Mahaado had designed for Kafele. Not sensing any permanent damage, he sent his ka back into it. Given the heka it took, he was certain that anything his ka consumed had been already processed.
Before anyone could say anything else, Kafele opened his eyes and feigned a long yawn. "You think next time I could keep my clothes on? It's cold in there, you know."
The man stared for several moments, then cleared his throat. "I had heard of the dead coming back to life occasionally, but I must say this is the first time I have seen it for myself..."
"Is asking there to not be a next time too much to ask?" Honda wondered to no one in particular.
"Kafele... I believe you owe me quite an explanation when we arrive home." Mahaado simply crossed his arms and Kafele slinked off the table.
"Right. Explanation... Um... Well a funny thing happened when we went out to a..."
"Enough."
"His personal effects, clothing included, should be in the next room," the man stated, gesturing back towards the doorway. "If you would be so kind as to wait in the hall again, I shall retrieve them for you."
"Very well." Mahaado answered sternly, all the while keeping an eye on his ka.
Shrugging, Honda silently walked out of the room.
Satisfied with the chain of events, the man briskly followed them out and went to the bins holding various deceased possessions waiting to be claimed.
"Here you are," he said as he returned to the hallway. "I trust that will be all today?"
"Quite." Mahaado took Kafele by the arm. "And I believe you owe this poor individual an apology for your prank."
"Prank? Oh... yeah! My prank!" he smiled brightly. "Sorry!"
Mahaado rolled his eyes. That wasn't heartfelt in the slightest.
"...Yes, quite the interesting prank," the man said after a moment, giving the previously 'deceased' young man a hard look as he adjusted his glasses again. "Perhaps you should find other methods of amusement in the future."
"I wholeheartedly agree." Mahaado gave Kafele an even sterner look as the boy threw on his MmmK shirt and pulled on a pair of pants.
"I will be going back to my work now, unless there is anything else either of you are needing?" the man prompted.
"No. This will be quite enough. Thank you." Mahaado bowed politely.
The man bowed in return. "I hope you will not take offense if I say I hope to not see either of you for quite awhile." That said, he turned and entered one of the doorways.