Shirogane Naoto (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bokukotantei) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bravenewworld2015-08-05 09:35 am
bokukotantei) wrote in bravenewworld2015-08-05 09:35 am
Case File 001 [Video | Action]
Video
[Residents currently on the Warp Band network would be greeted by the face of a sharply dressed young person over the feed. With the quirky hat and the short hair style, the person had an equal chance of being male or female-- the clean lines of the dress shirt and tie didn't help matters either. The sun was bright that morning, and it took the stranger a moment to adjust their angle to account for the glare flashing off the lens.]
Good morning, Union.
[The stranger nodded briskly in greeting, offering a smile that was equal parts friendly and professional to the people tuning in.]
I imagine that we're all busy getting started with the day, so I'll keep this brief: I'm Naoto Shirogane, a detective from Caldera. I've just arrived, so does anyone else from the north mind filling me in on what's been happening?
Also-- I'm still in business if anyone wishes for my services. Just contact me on the network.
[And, promptly, the young detective closes the signal out.]
Action
[That afternoon would greet people in Union with one of two sights: the first is that of a young Ralts who had gotten separated from his trainer, staring longingly at the freshly baked buns that were cooling off within sight of the bakery window. He knew that humans like that green, papery stuff to trade for food and goods-- and he didn't have any-- but that didn't dampen the longing for the buns any less.
The second is that of Naoto herself, walking briskly down the streets in her platform boots, ignoring the smack of leather on concrete as she searched the streets. Some of the noise was intentional-- she wanted her target to know where she was, if they were to find her first.
On occasion she might peer at an unfurled map to get an idea of her general location. Other times she could be found staring down the street with a crisp, analytic look in her eyes. Anyone wandering close by might here her murmur something under her breath:]
Where could he have run off to this time?
[Residents currently on the Warp Band network would be greeted by the face of a sharply dressed young person over the feed. With the quirky hat and the short hair style, the person had an equal chance of being male or female-- the clean lines of the dress shirt and tie didn't help matters either. The sun was bright that morning, and it took the stranger a moment to adjust their angle to account for the glare flashing off the lens.]
Good morning, Union.
[The stranger nodded briskly in greeting, offering a smile that was equal parts friendly and professional to the people tuning in.]
I imagine that we're all busy getting started with the day, so I'll keep this brief: I'm Naoto Shirogane, a detective from Caldera. I've just arrived, so does anyone else from the north mind filling me in on what's been happening?
Also-- I'm still in business if anyone wishes for my services. Just contact me on the network.
[And, promptly, the young detective closes the signal out.]
Action
[That afternoon would greet people in Union with one of two sights: the first is that of a young Ralts who had gotten separated from his trainer, staring longingly at the freshly baked buns that were cooling off within sight of the bakery window. He knew that humans like that green, papery stuff to trade for food and goods-- and he didn't have any-- but that didn't dampen the longing for the buns any less.
The second is that of Naoto herself, walking briskly down the streets in her platform boots, ignoring the smack of leather on concrete as she searched the streets. Some of the noise was intentional-- she wanted her target to know where she was, if they were to find her first.
On occasion she might peer at an unfurled map to get an idea of her general location. Other times she could be found staring down the street with a crisp, analytic look in her eyes. Anyone wandering close by might here her murmur something under her breath:]
Where could he have run off to this time?
no subject
It takes one look at the mess and opens its mouth, spraying Ichiro all over in his initial excitement.]
This guy...
no subject
Oh-- oh! [Fumbling, Naoto somehow managed to get a solid hold on the squirming, soaking Ralts.]
He sure is eager to help!
no subject
[WARGGLLLLLEEEEBARRGGLELESELSELAELS]
DILE!
no subject
That-- that Totodile! [She exclaimed, torn between maintaining her professionalism and giving way to a fit of laughter. Her reputation would always win, but this pokeon....
He would have been an excellent shot on the Day of Fire!]
no subject
Sobek! stop!
[Its nominally, the Pokemon blinking in surprise. What? what'd he do wrong, boss?]
You don't spray humans, Sobek! Remember that!
no subject
I'm sure he had the best intentions, Yukiko. We did ask for his help...
[The little Ralts crawled up to her shoulders with a small, uncertain chirp. He did something wrong, didn't he?]
--Don't worry. This is better than getting too hot out here.
no subject
It's something alright. This has been a pretty rough summer. But, hey lets get you inside, yeah? I know a place. We can dry you off there.
no subject
Thanks once again, Yukiko. That sounds like a very good idea.
no subject
[And...off they go!]