The Open D/Meeting New People

[thisclinchesit]

It'd been a few days since Shoutarou put up the announcement about the Agency being open for business.

Granted, 'business' was a relative term on board Stacey, and given the general peaceful nature of the ship, Shoutarou didn't expect much - which was a good thing, as he hasn't gotten much. Or, well, anything so far.

He can only patrol so much, same with sitting in on brig folks - he can't hog all the shifts to stay busy. So for now, he's kicked back at his desk, feet propped up while he sips at a bit of coffee.

Someone should poke him before he starts to monologue to himself. He'll do it!

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_{[OOC: You don't have to have a thing for him to do to take part in the thread - just swing in and say hi if you want.]}

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[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Hello." Soren came in mostly out of curiosity; he had nothing at the moment that needed investigating, but he did want to know what a 'detective agency' was like. "Open for business, are we? I hear there was quite a disturbance earlier."

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou sat up properly when Soren came in. "Ah, you - you're the one from the network, if I recall correctly." He paused, then gave a faint sigh. "Haven't run across that Ike fellow yet, though - my apologies."

However, that was not a proper answer to the question posed. "Yeah, as well as 'for business' means here, anyway." Then a nod. "Yes, though it thankfully went better than expected."

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"That's all right -- I have a feeling he wasn't among the most recently released anyway."

He paused. "How did it feel to make your first arrests?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou chuckles, scratching the back of his head. "Awkward, to say the least. Especially since I kind of shared their sentiments, but rules are rules..."

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Is that so? Then I'm sure you'll be well-equipped to enforce those rules in the future, as well. Wars can't be won on feelings and sympathy, after all. Discipline is essential to any fighting force."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy, out of nothing but pure curiosity, pokes his head in. It's not like he can't solve his own mysteries! He's awesome! But introducing himself to the detective agency might give him the lead to the more interesting events of the ship.

"Yo, what's with the wacked headgear?" he says, looking at Shoutarou's fedora. Big words, coming from a guy with a cowl and goggles.

[thisclinchesit]

A confused look crosses Shoutarou's face at Punchy's inquiry. "This," he says, tapping the fedora with his finger. "Is the hat of a hard-boiled man, who rights wrongs and wipes away the tears of those who would cry." His tone seems serious, though he may be hamming it up a bit.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Looks like a cracked dome-piece, not gonna lie. No offense, dawg." He takes a look around, tapping at things with the little boxing gloves on his hand puppet. "You that kinda guy? Who rights wrongs and wipes tears?"

[thisclinchesit]

"Says the man with the cowl and the goggles," Shoutarou answers, a good nature to his tone, as well as a bit of ribbing.

"Myself and my partner, who isn't in at the moment, we work together to do that, yes. We protected the city we lived in back home."

[combustible_me]

Curiosity seemed to be the theme of the day. Ellyn wasn't really any different; she'd never heard of a 'detective agency' before and so came around to satisfy herself.

"Nice hat," she said, grunting as she leaned against the door. "So this is a d'tective agency. Whadd'ya do?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou can't help but smirk as Ellyn compliments his hat. "Why, thank you, miss." He swings his legs off the desk, then stood so he could step around it. "Here, we help people - should they need something or someone found, a wrong righted that they cannot trust the police with, or are simply in need of some manner of help that requires a more personal touch, that is what we do here."

[combustible_me]

Ellyn folded her arms across her chest and gave another grunt. "I never heard of anythin' like that 'til I came here. Then again, sounds like somethin' my mother might think up."

Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. If nothing else the pyromancer respected her mother.

Even if the White Phoenix was soft-hearted.

"So d'ya get paid f'r this normally, or d'ya do it outta th'goodness of yer heart?"

[thisclinchesit]

The detective gives Ellyn a strange look. "They not have detectives where you come from? Or investigators of some kind?"

"We usually ask that clients pay if they can, but I won't turn away someone who needs help if they can't pay."

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

Outside of the agency was the roar of a motorcycle as Hoshi turned the bike off and walked in with a small meal to share with Shoutarou.

"Slow day?" she asked, placing the bag of food down on the table and then went to relax down near the bed that was in the agency, her attention still on Shoutarou himself.

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou nods at Hoshi's question, caught up in his coffee until that bag lands on the table. His feet move to the floor as he sits up, looking at the container curiously. "What's this?"

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

"Lunch for you. I made enough if Philip wants some, too," Hoshi replied, a smile on her face. "Also, heads' up!"

She threw the keys to the HardBoiler at him, sure about the decision she was making here.

[thisclinchesit]

"Oooh!" Shoutarou sets to opening the bag, but catches the heads-up a bit too late - then he catches the keys.

With his face.

Then he catches them with one hand, fumbling them and rubbing his nose a bit. He looks at the keys, then back at Hoshi. "What's -this-, then?"

[darknight-ren.livejournal.com]

There might be something oddly familiar about this man as he walked into your agency, Shoutarou.

Sure, you've probably never seen him before. But there's just something about the way he's standing there. Stoic, any softer emotions masked behind a cynical expression. This whole aura of "don't ask me questions."

Yeah, he was one of those Riders.

"So you're Hidari," Ren said by way of greeting.

[thisclinchesit]

That air is indeed quite familiar, though Shoutarou doesn't look up until he's addressed.

An eyebrow raises at the greeting, and Shoutarou lets his feet down, as well as places his mug down. "I am. Can I help you with something?"

[darknight-ren.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Ren answered, sizing up Shoutarou. "Guess I just wanted to see who Philip's partner was."

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou raised an eyebrow at this, not sure what to think. "I see. And you would be...?"

[guardian-wakka.livejournal.com]

There is nothing at all familiar about this man as he walks into your agency.

He is tall, has impossibly taller orange hair, well muscled, and looks highly confused.

He saw the sign that said you find lost things.

"Hey, you the guy who finds lost stuff?"

[thisclinchesit]

Shoutarou looks up from his desk at the arguably oddly-dressed man, and nods. "I do more than that, but I can find lost things, yes."

[guardian-wakka.livejournal.com]

"I'm lookin' for a blitzball, ya. I had it before I got taken by the whatever it is." Wakka still doesn't really understand this setup. "When I went through the locker with my stuff in it, all it had was just this blitzball here," said Wakka, as he showed off his regular-type blitzball.

"What I want is my World Champion back. And it's gotta be here." If it isn't, Wakka is going to die while looking for it.

[thisclinchesit]

There's something really awkward about a man coming to another man and asking him to help him find one of his missing balls.

"Ah..." Shoutarou makes a bit of a confused face, setting his feet down and leaning forward, putting his elbows on his desk. "As far as I know, if it wasn't in that locker, then we don't have it."