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Post by skyeknight on Jun 6, 2016 15:13:55 GMT
Namine had just finished the sketch that was required of her. She wiped off the graphite from her hands and tentatively rose. All of her work was done for the day. She put a hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. It was late. She was tired. She didn't think Omar would be happy that she was working late again. What else was she supposed to do though? The work needed done, even though the officers always had an ample amount of work for the next day. She was always working her fingers to the bone.
She started making her rounds, dropping off the drawings to each desk, some of them, just to warn the officers that there was a wanted person on the loose, others became assignments. She gave another yawn. She was much sleepier than usual. Was that actually sunlight peeking in through the office windows? She had never gone home!
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 27, 2016 18:28:22 GMT
Namine wasn't the only one who had stayed behind.
That strange voice who had Shadow him revealed himself. It had been the strange tentacled eye from his vision. It said it belonged to Disparion, the very ruler of hell itself. It had given Shadis pieces of his memory in exchange for clearing out a strange bar. The memories it gave him;
Government agents came flooding in. Scientists were being cuffed, some were being shot. One agent looked over from interrogating a balding man, who shouted "Leave her alone!" The agent rallied a group, chasing Shadow...and Maria. She had placed him in a glass container, begging that he promise her something. As Shadow asked what, a gun shot, fired by the agent, sent Maria falling and the glass tube was sent flying just as she uttered a goodbye.
Then, there was Pitch, leering over him with a black fragment in one hand. "They are mine," he sneered.
The memories had raised questions. What did Disparion want from Shadow? His did he know him? He had been targeted by human government, but why? So he stated after hours, studying every memory...and must have fallen asleep because Shadow snapped awake at a paper rustling,
It was a beautiful sketch of a wanted suspect; the blonde spirit Aurora. Stamped under the drawing was DECEASED.
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 28, 2016 0:24:33 GMT
Namine startled when Shadow sat up at his desk. She had been trying to set the drawing down as quietly as possible when he woke. She gripped her sketch pad tightly, holding it between them like a shield. She had never spoken with him before but he seemed so gruff and mean that she had been too afraid to. Her mouth worked furiously, trying to piece together a few words. All the while the only thing she could think of was how she should have gone home earlier.
"I-I'm so-sorry!" she uttered. "I-I didn't mean to wake you!"
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 28, 2016 4:14:50 GMT
A very princess-y apology echoed above his head. That must have been Namine, the artist girl who was handing out her sketches. He sat up, stretching his arms and looking out. The sky was showing just a touch of red; the sign of dawn in Bellerouge. It had been years since he last saw blue in the sky.
"Damn," he muttered half to himself, half to Namine, "an all nighter."
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 28, 2016 15:21:39 GMT
Namine bit her lip. She had almost half expected him to just ignore her entirely. That's how most of the officers worked anyways. She was only 'visible' when they needed her. Otherwise, they stepped around her, spoke over her and flat out ignored her existence. Her grip on her sketch pad had turned her knuckles white. She was probably even bending the papers just a little as her nerves took root. She didn't know what to do or how to act around the police officer. She kept her gaze down.
"Y-Yeah," she agreed softly.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 28, 2016 16:25:58 GMT
The tendrils of light were probably as bad as a beeping alarm. Shadow stretched. All of his limbs were stiff from sleeping for so long. His back was what hurt the most; both from the sleep and hunching over papers for so long. He made a half sigh as he made a beeline to the coffee tins posted near the door. One was filled with a French riadt from Nevermore, the other hiot water, with the tin filled with different teas. But as he grabbed a cup, he remembered Namine. She looked tired, and probably needed a pick up, too. He hesitated, before looking in the direction of the blonde artist, who was holding her sketchbook like a shield. "You want some?"
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 28, 2016 18:03:28 GMT
"O-Oh, um, I-I can get my own," Namine said. "I d-don't want to be a bother..."
Coffee was the lifeblood of every officer that Namine knew, or at least Nevermore was their lifeblood. They were just lucky that Sunshine's family welcomed the cops in their shops and kiosks. Though, with a clientele like that, it was hard to say no. That only meant she would be staying for tea with the brooding officer. But she did take a few tentative steps closer. She gave him a meek smile, hoping her nerves didn't betray her. She didn't want Shadow to think she was scared of him. She wasn't... Well, she was in a way but he was an intimidating guy.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 28, 2016 18:59:52 GMT
"Suit yourself."
He set the empty cup down so she could grab her own when she was ready. Once that was out of the way, he grabbed a cup for himself and set to pouring himself down. Him actually offering was his way of being friendly. Sure, he was still a bit prickly, but two things were making him nice to Namine
1.) Her power over memory. If he could get her out of her shell, he could talk about the very power Aqua mentioned.
2.) He just needed some kind of talk. Just obsessing over things were driving him insabe
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 28, 2016 19:47:12 GMT
Well... She committed to it. After Shadow stepped out of the way, she started to make herself a cup of tea. Her sketch pad was set aside on a nearby desk. She just hoped he didn't comment on her trembling hands or he passed them off as fatigue. Once the tea bag was in the water, she had to wait for it to seep. She was left standing uncertainly beside the officer, avoiding all eye contact and still wishing she had gone home sooner.
"S-Sorry," she mumbled.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 28, 2016 21:54:31 GMT
Shadow sipped his cup and gave her space. She was shaking like a leaf; no doubt staying up all night had given her a lot of jitters. Being here with no rest, especially in a city where just the wind shaking the room could've been confused for a dangerous Other was somewhat creepy. He took a sidelong look at the wall. Pinned early was a pencil sketch of a smirking demon. He narrowed his eye. Vanitas. That bastard always ticked him off. "You managed to get his nasty smirk right," he nodded, openly impressed
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 28, 2016 22:21:50 GMT
Namine followed Shadow's gaze to the 'wanted' posters that she had drawn. Vanitas. Just drawing him scared her a little. The drawing was in black and white ink but she could almost feel the yellow of his eyes behind the page and the fury that lay beneath. Demons in general scared her. She was probably more afraid of Pitch than she was of Shadow. She couldn't help but shiver a little and grip her cup a little tighter.
"A-Are you g-going to catch him?"
With Vanitas off the streets there was no doubt things would be safer. One of two demons at large in the city would be stopped. Then there was the other one that had attacked the ball. That demon had set Namine's anxiety to an eleven on a scale of one to ten. She was scared of everything. Even things she knew she shouldn't have been.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 28, 2016 23:23:18 GMT
Shadow's stoic stare never left the drawing. He had no set answer for Namine's question, Bluntly, it would be difficult to get him to Alorora. Lawyers manipulated by money would ever his beckon call. The police, though, were just as persistent to getting him.
"We're going to," he answered. "We have to. He's hurt too many innocent people,"
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 29, 2016 1:42:11 GMT
If Vanitas scared her by just drawing him, she could only imagine how bad he was in person. Aqua and Pitch were only the most recent set of officers to deal with that sly demon. There was no telling who would get hurt in this feud between the police and that demon. And with two on the loose, Namine certainly felt afraid. Perhaps why she didn't go home once it got late. She looked at her drawing again. It was useless. Everyone already knew what Vanitas looked like. He had been a big enough thorn in the BPD's side for long enough.
"T-The drawings don't help," she said.
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Post by Zuyuri on Sept 29, 2016 20:20:33 GMT
"Sure they do. Once he gets something new, like a nice scar on the chin, we'll know where to find him." Demons stuck out like sore thumb when they were injured. Fresh scars seemed to glow a ghost white only to lose that light over time.
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Post by skyeknight on Sept 29, 2016 20:59:39 GMT
Namine didn't think it was that simple. They had to have evidence, something solid and binding to catch a demon as wily as Vanitas. Something that even his lawyers couldn't explain away no matter how hard they tried. Instead she gave a tentative nod and took the tea bag out of her cup, adding sugar to her liking. She still kept her gaze down, feeling more than anxious around Shadow. He was gruff, like Omar in a way, a bit overly confident but seemingly patient. He didn't seem angry, but perhaps that was the lack of sleep getting to her.
"I-Is that w-why you were working late?" she asked.
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