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[semi-open] i'm not the same ghost i was before
WHO: Nick Verghese & YOU! (and a few closed prompts)
WHERE: Around Kaisou
WHEN: Throughout January!
WHAT: A catch-all for any open / one-on-one threads this month!
WARNINGS: none for now!
[OOC: If you'd like to plot out a thread with me, feel free to contact me @
wolfnoir or via Discord at wolfnoir#4990 or this plotting post!]
WHERE: Around Kaisou
WHEN: Throughout January!
WHAT: A catch-all for any open / one-on-one threads this month!
WARNINGS: none for now!
[OOC: If you'd like to plot out a thread with me, feel free to contact me @

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It's the best lead that we have. If it runs completely dry, at least we can be confident we've investigated as thoroughly as we can.
[ Not that Ryoko at ALL wants to investigate this place. They haven't even gone inside yet and the noise is already giving her a headache. ]
And if nothing else, they might be able to give us some clues on how to proceed.
sorry for the huge delay LOL
Right. Just be cool, and, uh...try not to wave around that gun unless absolutely necessary, okay?
[Little does he know that they're doomed from the start.
From within, the two can hear what sounds to be raucous laughter, loud, booming dance music. The stench of alcohol and old cat litter lingers by the entrance. Nick wrinkles his nose, then rings the doorbell. The noise from inside dies down. Footsteps can be heard approaching the door, and when the door swings open, a scruffy, lanky dudebro greets them.]
'Sup, dudes? You here to join the party?
some crimes can NEVER be forgiven
Fine. I won't cause any trouble if they don't.
[ ... Or so she says, but she can't keep her expression from turning increasingly sour the more time they spend here. The noise is bad enough but the reek in the air is worse – she's full on scowling by the time the door gets answered and thoroughly at the end of her patience.
Oh boy. ]
Not exactly. [ Not on your life she almost says, but manages to catch her tongue in time. ] We're here to pick up your guest. Assuming she's still here.
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Umm, I don't know what you're talkin' about, dude.
[Nick's face remains stoic. From his pocket, he pulls out a picture and flashes it to the frat bro.]
Researcher. Daughter of a very important person who is worried about her.
[Here, the werecat takes on defensive body language--crossing his arms and sneering with distaste. Elsewhere in the house, there's a commotion. Nick and Ryoko can probably spot heads poking out from the hallway and various doors, eyes shining eerily in the dim houselights.
Reinforcements, maybe? Nick took a small, inadvertent step back.]
You the fuzz?
[A low, rumbling growl.]
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I'm sixteen. [ And absolutely not remotely up to snuff, physically speaking, for any sort of policing work. She's pretty sure that goes without saying. ] And I'd sooner live on the streets than work with the cops for a living.
[ N–no offense, Nick. Presumably. ]
We're just here to make sure there's no trouble where there shouldn't be.