A City of Strays - post here

[wolfrunner]

The teen continued to strut back and forth like she was pacing accross the room. Though this only lasted until Chuuya told her to stop while getting up from the desk. When the Gifted man said they could go out, and agree to out together no less, Yukiko exchanged showing off for giving a small leap into the air in excitment. She was sure he'd say no with everything going on. The copper haired girl was also sure he'd be too busy or realize she was covering for retracting asking to be a Mafioso again. But nope! Chuuya had actually agreed just because! "Yes!", cheered the young girl giddily clapping her hands before making a b-line for the leader of the Port Mafia. Her little show pretty much forgotten now in the wake of her outing with her father. "Fresh air here we come! This is going to be so much fun! Can we walk too instead of taking a car?! Pleease?!", Yukiko asked lifting the hat from her head before reaching up to put on the man's head.

They needed this. The teen had been so frustrated lately that her temper had been hair pin trigger as of late. Meanwhile the break Chuuya needed from things was obvious at a simple glance to anybody who had a set of eyes. For as badly and strongly Yukiko felt about joining the ranks of her family, asking something of that calibur would not go over well. Not now at least. If anything asking would only make things worse. The boss was far too stressed to see any of the girl's points of logic about why her being a member was actually an advantage to everybody who affiliated with the Port Mafia. Worry and care for her father managed to push her own desires to second place of importance on the fifteen year old's list. Later on after both of them had a chance to calm down and weren't so quick on the draw would be better then right for such a subject to be brought up. With the hat returned to the head it belonged on, the teen started reluctantly shrugging off the coat.

[Kunikidaa]

༺𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠༻
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Even if the future offers nothing but pain and misery, I will pursue my ideals.
38 | Male | Doppo Poet | President of ADA | Tags: Open

Kunikida sat in his office, typing on his laptop. Ever since becoming the president of the Armed Detective Agency and Fukuzawa choosing to retire, Kunikida had focused mainly on his work. The Armed Detective Agency was one of the most important things to him. Besides typing on his laptop and working on important documents, he also looked at paperwork. Although some had said Kunikida was too focused on work, he never felt bored from the huge amounts of work given to him. He sighed, taking five minutes to look away from what he was working on. He took a sip of tea from a cup that was beside him on his desk. He had been informed of an ability user who had recently moved to Yokohama and was to arrive later for a job interview. He wondered who this person would be and if they would be fit for the job. He set down his cup and continued with his work.

[quiixxy]

mori ougai location twisted towers cafe tags fukuzawa

there was some truth to what the man said. men like us dont retire. once you became a leader of an organization as great as the port mafia or the ada you were intertwined to it. there was no escaping it and the more you attempted to tug on its grasp, the tighter it pulled. mori came into power when the mafia was in shambles. it took him months to clean everything the old boss made a mess of. because of this mori felt attached to the mafia, he believed he should never have given up his role as boss. despite the countless remarks elise gave him mori felt like a god compared to everyone else. no one was a power hungry as him and no one shared the sam ideals as him. if he made the wrong decision in selecting the new boss everything he once created would go into shambles and hed have to sit idly by and watch as the mafia went up in flames. there wasnt a second that went by that mori considered that chuuya wasnt the right pick for boss. there was only one person that mori saw fit for the position and he was so close, yet so far away. dazai would never be in moris grasp. mori turned his back around, his back facing fukuzawa once more. the deaths. the string of deaths that were occurring right under everyones noses, including mori. "ah yes, the deaths." moris lips drew into a tight frown and he nodded towards the seat beside him. "if youd like to join us here we can discuss anything youd like fukuzawa. entertain me with your questions as i have yet to answer my own."

[quiixxy]

chuuya nakahara location port mafia tags yukiko

chuuya flinched slightly as yukiko sat his hat upon his head. he wasnt used to this sort of affection. well, physical affection that was. chuckling, chuuya straightened his had, parting the loose strands of auburn hair out of his eyes. "i guess we can walk. if youre up for the physical labor of walking then by all means lead the way." chuuya swiped to coat away from yukiko playfully and laid it on his shoulders. he didnt know why he was wearing such a heavy coat on smoldering day like this. maybe the reason he always kept his coat and hat in view was his attachment to them. chuuya opened the door and stepped out of the office, a cold breeze immediately hitting him. his office was always warm as the shorter man seemed to be freezing half the time. soon enough yukiko exited the office with a burst of excitement. had she really been yearning for this ? was going out with your father that exciting. chuuya would never be able to understand the thoughts that went through yukiko's mind. she was a pure mystery to him and for that, he was thankful for. "were going out. we dont need a car or an escort so just busy yourselves." he dismissed the guards flanking the door with a wave.

[DuskzeHedgie]

♡ ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓎𝓃 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇 ♡ inside armed detective agency
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her high-heel boots clicked in a steady rhythm as she approached the building, a brownstone design of modest height that seemed right at home on the downtown corner, giving off a rustic vibe that added to the peaceful atmosphere. it wasn't anything like the stuffy offices she was used to renting back in her hometown and she was already curious about who might work here. while there were a few minor agencies in the area, mostly specializing in domestic cases, this one had stuck out to her as significant. they were frequently involved in police investigations and weren't afraid to take on organized crime either. she'd had to leave her last job aiding the police when they'd been unable to, or rather unwilling to, offer her protection and support when it came to thwarting local mob activity. no one wanted to go to war for justice, even if it was the right thing to do. even if people were dying. they just wanted to sweep it under the rug and pretend everything was fine. she couldn't do that anymore and that meant she needed a group of people she could trust to have her back. those who were committed to helping victims and were capable of handling themselves despite the danger. the obvious choice for a firm in this city was the armed detectives; their name even implied they weren't messing around when it came to defending the innocent. it brought a smile to her face to know that there were others like her, willing to stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves. she made her way inside, pleasantly lost in her own thoughts as she rode the elevator up. she would be right on time for her appointment with the agency's president, which was a bit of a relief. she'd heard through various sources that he could be a stickler when it came to his schedule. she didn't have to worry about irritating him off the bat at least, as she had arrived on time and was knocking at his office door promptly on the hour.

⚔ 𝚏𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 ⚔ inside tower records café
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with mori's exaggerated cheer gone, fukuzawa felt both comforted and disheartened. it was a strange combination to be elicited from the former mafioso's refined voice. mori had always used language and inflection as skillfully as he used a scalpel, manipulating everyone around him with precise words and subtle tones to accomplish his agenda masterfully. his smooth cadence was always compelling and the familiar sound was welcome to fukuzawa's ears, but also, the whispers of weariness and displeasure that became noticeable when all niceties were swept aside wasn't something the former president enjoyed hearing. he told himself it was only because his assumption about the situation was correct, that it was clearly more concerning than it appeared, and definitely not because he had any personal consideration for the other man's mood. the agency could easily be targeted in this mysterious vendetta as well if even mori himself was at a loss for details. fukuzawa's movements were unhurried as he took a seat at the table, habitually tucking his hands into his sleeves and resting them comfortably in his lap. his expression was neutral as he regarded mori and he outright ignored elise entirely. he had never liked the spoiled personality of the man's ability and he didn't see why mori catered to her- it- so much. he seemed to prefer the company of his gift over real people, and while it was likely a measure to ensure his own safety- the way he kept the world at arm's length and never allowed anyone to socialize with him- fukuzawa still harbored an irrational loathing of the one creature mori was willing to fawn over. he told himself it was because she was irritating and no other reason. his eyes were sharp as he addressed the retired mafia boss, opting to move the conversation directly onto business. "i take that to mean you do not have a suspect yet."

[wolfrunner]

The teen made a face when Chuuya snatched his coat back to sling it over his shoulder. She was tempted to try and take it back initiating a game of keep away, but the prospect of going out with him was much more appealing. For now at least it was. Besides a game like that would only end up with the petite man winning by either levitating or pinning her with his ability once he got tiered of the farce to make her quit. So instead without saying a word Yukiko turned and headed for the office door. Steps that were excited and energetic at first but slowed to a normal steady gait upon actually reaching it. Taking a moment pausing to compose herself again, Yukiko left the boss's office giving the pair of black bussiness-attired gaurds a simple nod as she passed by. The copper haired girl hearing her father explain things to the men who possibly attempted to follow the head of the organization. She laughed a little bit still not seeing the point of having armed men standing around the various locations of the mafia headquarters....not with the handful of Gifted members wondering the halls on a daily basis. The towers were pretty secure in her opinion. In fact they were possibly the safest location in the city aside from at her father's side.

Having adjusted her step so she fell into step with Chuuya, the young girl held her head up high grinning and posture erect as they headed down the hall towards the automated lifts. The all too familiar pleasent sensation of proud superiority once again in her veins as it always was when Yukiko was with the blue eyed adult. It was like a silent dare for anybody they passed to try something.....not that any of them would so much as consider acting out. Aside from being pretty much signing yourself up for execution as a traitor, it was a regular foolish endeavor to begin with. Exhausted or not the man was himself after all regardless. But the young teen knew that nobody in her family would ever betray her father when, at least with the Executives, they've all known each other for a number of years. So that wasn't a fear. Yukiko cast a side glance smiling up at Chuuya before refocusing ahead of them. The elevators weren't that far down the hall from the boss's office considering it took up the pent house of one of the towers that made up headquarters.

[Kunikidaa]

༺𝕂𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕒 𝔻𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕠༻
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Even if the future offers nothing but pain and misery, I will pursue my ideals.
38 | Male | Doppo Poet | President of ADA | Tags: Evelyn

Kunikida had been typing rapidly on his laptop, trying to do as much work as he could before the interview. He checked the time, finding that the interview was to start in a few minutes. If they were to be late, Kunikida would be irritated. He paused what he was doing, and cleaned up his desk. He picked up all the papers spread out on his desk and organized them into a neat pile on his desk. He then closed the laptop that he was using and moved it to the side. He pushed up his glasses, fixing them so that they weren't crooked. He waited for a few more minutes, watching the clock. He watched the minute hand, and right when it reached the time for the interview, he head the knocking on his door. They were right on time, which pleased Kunikida. He had a feeling that the one coming for the interview would be a good addition to the agency if they were able to arrive on time. "Come in." Kunikida said in a serious tone. He waited for applicant to enter, hands neatly folded on his desk.