ohgoodyamurder:

fiestydetective started following you

The redhead had hair like a character from one of those Japanese animated TV shows; the daily effort she must put in is astounding. Cares about her appearance, yet the scuffs in her stockings say she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, either. Malleable, excited sort of face. Sparkling on her jacket was a detective’s badge, kept carefully pristine, clearly cherished by the owner. She wasn’t the desk-detective sort, apparently. Her arms were held carefully taut, ready to pull a weapon, likely a gun hidden in or under her long jacket. Small scars on her hands and knees, the kind procured from tripping, from running, from losing one’s balance. Nothing like Inspector Lestrade, that was for certain.

“Excuse me, detective. Where exactly are we? I seem to have… lost my way.”

While the fiesty redhead was scouting her surroundings after that rather…interesting dealing with one of the ‘residents’ that apparently made their home in this fog, a voice caught her attention: a civilian asking a question, huh? Well, this guy had probably been the first person she’d met who’d not run away five seconds after seeing her (for some reason, most of the tattered-clothes-wearing folk who looked native to here seemed unwilling to talk), so that was a nice change, very relieving! Not so relieving was the fact he said he had ‘lost his way’ here, too. She couldn’t help thinking to herself, then: “Just like most the other folk I’ve actually managed to say two words to here…”

Her train of thought paused for a while as she tried to make sense of this information, but sadly, there wasn’t enough clues to go on yet! “Argh, this is all so confusing!!” Shaking her head at that sudden exasperated outburst, she sighed and shrugged to the other, saying, “I wish I knew, mister. I’m just as lost as you are, and I have no idea how, exactly, I went from taking a quick nap on-break to finding myself in this dumb old place! I do know, at least, a lot of people seem to be ‘finding’ themselves here in much the same way, which is awfully suspicious if you ask me.”

“It sounds like some kind of conspiracy, but maybe I’m reading too much into this, bluh.”

She felt rather frustrated she couldn’t do her job of ‘helping’ a civilian here, but sadly, it couldn’t be helped. She knew as little as the other right now!

Shades of red (Yellow Zone)

baseballpilot:

He listened to her talk and flail about, the look in his eyes from before looking different. It was almost a melancholy kind of tint in them. The way she acted was reminiscent of his tomboyish daughter, Kei. Once he really thought about it, they were pretty similar. But that had to be disregarded yet again in favor of something else that needed attention. 

The heavy footsteps hardly instilled any fear in Benkei. Only caution and tension that focused themselves in aim and preparation to pull the trigger. “You didn’t have to ask. This is practically my job. It’s always been.” his eyes glanced to her for only a moment, showing bitterness about the topic. He wasn’t sure what to expect out of whatever was approaching. It couldn’t be an invader, could it? They moved far too quickly, even when massive in size. But whatever it was, it was a danger. A danger to people. It was a bit too risky to try to kill the creature here and now, even with two people. There just wasn’t enough fire power in what they had armed. So he’d go with her plan, and try to find something more useful later. 

Though her attention was more focused on the slowly - yet surely - approaching thing whose footsteps seemed to get louder and louder by the second than anything else, there was something familiar about the expression she briefly caught on the other’s face before squaring her shoulders and tensing in preparation for the ‘thing’. It reminded her of that fateful time in the park, a pair of concerned detective’s eyes with that same look on them as a bearded man in a green coat asked if she was okay.

Now was no time for thinking about old times, though!! Out of the fog, the ‘thing’ lumbered into view, and Lynne’s eyes widened considerably: it seemed like a person  on first glance, but the eyes were sunken in, a stagger like a stereotypical zombie to their gait and a foul stench of rotting flesh emanating from it that was so strong she almost dropped her gun in disgust. Just what was this…thing? It was no ‘normal’ person, and judging from the feral, hungry look in those sunken eyes, trying to ‘reason’ with it was no option.

The other spoke then, firmly stating that she didn’t have to ask: this was his job, and had always been. “No offense, mister, but you job must be pretty dark if you see stuff like this weirdo here on a regular basis. I don’t think any sane job would have people facing stuff like this!” Even in this serious situation, she was not afraid to state exactly what she thought. Now was not the time for talking, though - as well as being not the time to think of old things. The being was approaching, slow yet sure. Raising her gun, Lynne decided the best idea here was to do something that would make that thing back off.

Aiming for the eyes seemed a good spot to start. Even though she really didn’t want to shoot something that looked so much like a person and yet not, there was no other option here. Thus, she fired, but the shots aimed at the being’s eyes - though that made it stop and groan and wince in pain, it didn’t make it stop. Ugh. Did her ‘gun partner’ have a better idea of where to aim here?? 

(Source: fiestydetective)

not again… [ intro ]

dudetalkslikealady:

The backs of his heels practically hang off the edge of the roof. There’s nowhere else for him to go— and he can hear whatever it is draw closer, its noises growing louder and louder.

Briefly glancing over his shoulder, he wonders how far down it is, and if jumping is even a viable option at all. Breaking a bone or two would be mighty preferable to dying, after all.

There’s a loud sound, different from the growls but familiar all the same— a gunshot!? Taken by surprise, he almost loses his footing, teetering precariously on the edge and just barely pushing himself forward and out of harm’s way. He’s not sure if the beast’s been hit or not, but he can see the faint outline of its form withdraw. Success?

From out of the haze, a girl approaches— he notices her glaring yellow jacket first— and he can only assume this is his saviour. “O-Oh, thank goodness…! I was afraid nobody had heard me! Though, I have to admit, your shot startled me a tad…” An embarrassed sort of smile appears on his face as he reaches up to scratch at his neck. “I owe you a thanks regardless, of course! I’m definitely alright, though if you’d been just a few moments later, I’m not sure that would’ve been the case… eheh…”

Despite appearing and sounding very shaken by the whole predicament, thankfully, it seems the other was just fine! Well, that’s a huge relief for the detective: even if she is still a rookie, it’s her job’s duty to protect and assist civilians in the best way she could, even if usually detectives kept to collecting evidence for cases and inspectors were usually put on the whole ‘dangerous protection’ thingy.

“Well, it was really lucky I even did hear you: I followed that odd shadow because I wanted to find someone with information about the place, I didn’t think it was a ‘rabid’ dog!” A pause then, before she shrugged slightly, saying, “Sorry about the gunfire startling you and all!”

Not that she’d really had much other option but to shoot there, but oh well. No time to get fussed over details, not when the other might be able to help her info-wise! Really, she was more focused on that than arguing the point right now! Though, she waved off the other’s attempts to thank her, insisting that: “As a law enforcer, it’s my duty to help people! Sooo I don’t really need a thank-you! Just doing my job - well, trying to, anyway. Even if I don’t know how I got in this dumb place to begin with.”

The red-head rolled her eyes after stating that, a grumpy look on her face probably making her distaste about the place clear if there wasn’t a heap of fog still shrouding the place. “Glad to hear that nasty dog didn’t get the chance to do anything, though! So, do you have any idea about what this place is, or where we are? I might as well ask, since I came this way trying to find someone who wouldn’t run in the first place!” Lynne grinned in a friendly way, hopeful that the first person not to run away would give at least some sort of answer.

…Oh, wait, there was something she’d forgotten! “Oh, wait. I almost forgot to say who I am! Detective Lynne, at your service, civilian! I like your hair, it’s neat!”

(Given that Lynne’s hair looked a bit like a rooster’s comb, it was probably questionable how ‘reliable’ her opinion of the other’s hairdo being ‘neat’ was.)

Shades of red (Yellow Zone)

baseballpilot:

Benkei’s own eyes were distracted by the skies ahead, trying to spot some evidence of anything flying in the sky. It didn’t help that he was partially lost in thought and—

Then a girl ran into him. 

Clumsy as he was, he nearly fell backwards but regained his balance soon enough. “Hey! Watch where you’re going…” his voice dropped volume progressively, remembering that he wasn’t paying attention either. Looking her over suspiciously, his brows raised as he noticed the blood on her hands.

After her apology he shook his head, “Nevermind that, are you okay?” he looked off behind her, pulling out his handgun in case whatever she had been running from was still chasing her. 

Despite the hurried apologies, the stranger she’d run into was - understandably - none too pleased with her bumping into him as she had. Though she understood the mild annoyance, she couldn’t help flinging her arms into the air in exasperation, saying, “Well, I was running from a huge thing, so not like I actually could watch where I was going, y’know!”

She wasn’t just going to stand there and get blamed entirely for this, after all! She was far too feisty to do that, even if the other’s voice had lowered as he observed her condition - the blood on her hands probably looked suspicious, yeah. Oops, maybe checking to see if that civilian was okay wasn’t the best idea? Well, not like she’d known the civilian was dead to begin with, so.

Thankfully, for now, the other seemed to be willing to let such suspicious looks aside, instead asking if she was okay. A pause from the detective as she took a hurried glance back - though the fog was thick as ever, there was the dinstinct noise of heavy footsteps not far off.

“That thing’s still chasing me, so I can’t exactly say I’m in the best spot right now. It caught me off-guard at first, so that’s why I ran.” She noted the other had a gun, too, and had armed it - now that she wasn’t running, it was probably a good idea to get her own gun ready. Pulling it out as quick as she could, she said:

“Whatever it is, it already killed one other person. I was too late to save that person, unfortunately, but if we both fire our guns at once at it when we can see it, we might be able to get it to go away and stop it hurting anyone else for now? I hate to suddenly ask for help taking care of something like this, but I’m not in a position to take something that big down by myself…”

There wasn’t any time to argue or question just who this stranger was! the thing was coming ever closer, ominous heavy-stepping footsteps getting louder by the second - and as a detective, she was smart enough to know that two against one was a more favourable fight than a one on one fight.

(Source: fiestydetective)

not again… [ intro ]

dudetalkslikealady:

Waking up in the wrong, wrong place was something with which the man was vaguely familiar— after all, it’d happened once before. It wasn’t something he’d really looked forward to experiencing again, but here he was, staring up at the blanket of thick fog hanging above him, coming to the realization that this was definitely not his room, or even any place he recognized.

Sitting up and shaking his head, his attempts to survey the area proved fruitless— the same thick fog surrounded him on all sides, shutting out his vision. “Oh, this isn’t good…”

Almost instinctively, he felt around for a certain something, a certain curious flower— have to keep it safe, have to keep it safe— but his fingers found nothing, and he finally stood, dusting himself off. “T-This can’t be the gallery. I haven’t even gone back since… but if it’s not, where is it?”

Carefully, he put one foot in front of the other, again, and again, until he reached what appeared to be… an edge? Squatting down and squinting reaaal hard, he could vaguely make out the sidewalk below. “Am I on a roof? What a lovely place to wind up… now I’ve got to find the stairs…”

He could barely finish the thought before a noise behind him caused the hairs on his neck to stand straight. A groan? Or a growl… either way, not something he wanted to hear.

Pushing himself to turn around, his expression fell even further faced with the grey blanket. “T-That’s right, I can’t see anything…! U-Uh—”

Another low noise, and it sounded closer. Oh god oh god oh god— “H-Help!? S-Someone!? A-Anyone!?”

Though she’d already run into a nasty ‘situation’ earlier on just from waking up in this bizzare city, this had failed to deter the yellow-coated detective’s determination and spirit to try and find out just what in the heck was going on here: she wasn’t going to just sit around and mope all day about finding herself in an odd circumstance, no way! She was a detective, detectives had to find themselves in dangerous spots lots of the time!

So, her intention was to try and look around some more, maybe find some answers. Of course, with all the fog wreathed around the area like a thick blanket, that made this intention difficult to actually carry out.

She could barely even see two feet in front of her face, but a dark, small shadow darted past, too fast to really see what it was. Another ‘unknown thingy’? Or was it an animal of some kind? With the fog being as thick as it was, that small shadow was her only real ‘lead’ right now, as foolish as it might seem to wander further and get lost.

Maybe following the shadow might lead to someone alive around here who wouldn’t run at the first sign of another person? Following the shadow, things finally got clearer - oh, she was in another building now, on a staircase? Certainly a lot of empty buildings here. Why, though? Why was everywhere so seemingly quiet and ominously free of people?

Yet again, though, she wasn’t given much time to consider the ‘whys’ of this confusing predicament, as she slowly climbed up the staircase to see what was at the top. A sharp growl cut the silence like a knife through butter - and was that someone calling for help?

A detective did their best to protect civilians, no matter what! Actually managing to get her gun out in time now, she ran up the rest of the stairs. Ugh, there was a lot of them - she felt a bit out of breath by the time she reached the top, but as she staggered to the door at the top of the staircase, she noted a man in a tattered coat through the fog, and that small shadow again. She couldn’t quite make out either of them that well, but judging from the fact the shadow was growling - must be a wild dog, right?

Firing the gun at the small shadow, it didn’t seem she’d hit it thanks to all this fog, but it seemed put-off by the gunshot enough to run, bumping past her as it did so.  

“Peeh…t-that was too close…you alright?”

She was still very out-of-breath, but this question was more important right now!

Shades of red (Yellow Zone)

Adjusting her bright yellow coat a moment to try and get it sitting right, the rookie detective found a frustrated (and somewhat childish) grumble escaping her at the unfamiliar background around her - last thing she’d remembered, she decided to try and sneak a quick nap before lunch, and now she’d woken up to something that looked like it could have easily been the backdrop for one of those horror movies.

In the middle of an unfamiliar abandoned room, with no idea how she’d gotten there? Yup, check. No signs of anyone else here right now and everything being almost too quiet? Yup, that was here, too! Just great. Hey, wait - on closer inspection, she’d jumped to a hasty conclusion, as she was sometimes guilty of doing. There was someone else here in this room.

Were they sleeping or something? They were awfully still. Moving to the stranger, the detective noticed they were lying on their face. Uh-oh. Turning the person around out of worry, she cringed at seeing that although she adored helping civilians - this poor soul was apparently someone far beyond her help right now, throat torn to shreds.

Gosh, whatever had attacked this stranger had to have been pretty darn big: the tears on the body seemed almost animal-like.

Hey, wait…they were moving, now! What the heck? How were they still alive with such injuries? As she watched the person stagger to their feet like nothing happened, the wounds seemed to close up - but the unfamiliar person didn’t stick around long enough to give any sort of explanation - they edging away with fear in their eyes before running out a back door of the room. 

Detective Lynne sighed, wondering what to do now as two shades of red were now on her person - the auburn red of her hair, and the almost sickening incarnadine of the blood from the stranger on her hands. There was no time to wonder about things now, though, as the front door of the room (which looked like it had already been broken into once before) rattled, an unsettling groan on the other side: whatever was on the other side of said door didn’t sound all that friendly.

There was no escape that way, so she’d have to run the same way the stranger went, because she didn’t have her gun ready right now. (Hey, she was a rookie detective, not a ‘top’ one yet, after all.)

Taking her chances, she bolted out the back door as fast as she could, slamming it behind her as she emerged into an unfamilar city, wreathed in fog. Right now, though, she was too cornered with what seemed a safe distance from that building to worry about looking at this weird city!  However, the fact she wasn’t really looking where she was going soon resulted in her colliding with someone.

“Oww - jeez, today’s just been all kinds of weird so far. Sorry about that!”

Hopefully, the stranger wouldn’t get angry and keep her talking, because she still got the feeling whatever had been trying to break into the building wasn’t that far behind, now. It’d be better to actually be ready to fire her gun if that ‘unknown being’ was still tailing her, right?