Wreck it Down

It had started with the teleporter, but now half of the Walled City population was missing. The Chief was gone, so was Hattori, and SOLOMON didn't seem to know what Yurika was talking about when she called in, claiming that the STN-J had always been a branch without a civilian police liaison.

Now Sakaki had not reported for work this morning, and there was no sign of Michael-kun anywhere in the building. Karasuma and Amon had gone out to try and find their junior Hunter, leaving Yurika alone in the building to try and run down leads.

Someone was taking out Hunters, Seeds, and Witches alike and then covering it up, and she was damned well going to stop it. Forget being a Hunter and sticking to protocol to solve this; She was Agent Dōjima Yurika, Class B Hunter and Intelligence Operative, and she wasn't stopping until someone (or something) was on the receiving end of her gun.

[OOC: For one, but open for calls/texts/etc.]

She had found Robin.

Yurika was just going to glee a little bit more about that. She had found Robin!

...okay, Robin had found her, and she hadn't been at her best, but still. The little pyro was alive. Sakaki was back in the office, albeit on crutches, and Karasuma and Micheal were up to full speed. She hadn't been able to convince Robin to come back, but now she had a search area to go with.

Which meant Yurika was taking the damn night off. Point of fact, she had threatened to cook for whomever called her phone before tomorrow afternoon. She and Romeo were going out, dammit, and this was possibly the most unusual date they had come up with.

And the most entertaining.

"Tonight's mystery ingredient is.... PEPPERMINT CANDY! Allez cuisine!"

Yurika just grinned and leaned back in her seat. "This is awesome."

[OOC: FOR THAT BOY]

It was a few hours later that Yurika walked out of the Tokyo police station that dealt with immigration cases, getting into her car and pulling out her earpiece.

( Oh, Michael? It's me. )

Robin had not been the target; this had not been a Hunt.

[OOC: More from 1.15, "Time to Say Goodbye." NFB, NFI, OOC=OK!]

There had been an Inquisitor, sent from Rome, in Tokyo. Zaizen had, of course, ordered the Chief to keep all Hunters and support staff away from the man, except for Robin and Amon, who were to be his escort. Karasuma and Sakaki were sent out to bring in the subject. Ditzy Dōjima, of course, was sent to investigate other Witch sightings and scope out some locations, keeping her loud-mouth as far from the Inquisitor from Headquarters as possible.

Which was perfectly fine with Yurika, as she had no desire to get anywhere near someone from Headquarters who could possibly ID her as one of Juliano's operatives.

It had apparently gone as well as could be expected, although a Hunt order had soon been served on the man the Inquisitor had supposedly been sent to appraise as a potential Hunter. More disturbing was the fact that the priest had apparently been Robin-chan's Inquisitor, and Yurika knew damn well that there was no such thing as coincidence when Juliano was involved.

Things had gone back to normal after that, or at least as normal as they ever were at the STN-J. Dōjima was still looking for her slippery-Witch target, one she was beginning to doubt existed, and so she'd brought along a friend. Or, rather, a boyfriend. On her investigation. In her defense, it made her look less like a cop, and more like someone's worried sister looking for a family member. But even Hunters and their assistants needed to eat, and eventually they'd headed back to the STN-J, where there was usually take-out from Harry's laying around.

[OOC: For That Boy, but open for calls and texts, sure. Text and plot cribbed from episodes 13 & 14: "The Eyes of Truth" and "Loaded Guns."]

The best part of prepping for a sting operation, Dōjima had decided, was the fact she got to go home for lunch, to see what sexy outfits she had in black to pose as a bar waitress.

Sometimes, being a spygirl was just plain fun. She sincerely doubted that Master's son was going to be stupid enough to show his face around Harry's, but at least it would be a fun few days of tips and cute patrons. And all she could drink.

"Hey, koibito," she called, sticking her head out of the bedroom and holding up two (almost identical) black halter tops. "Which one of these says 'tip your waitress?'"

[OOC: Open for calls, text messages, and that boyfriend-shaped Montague!]

In retrospect, the whole thing had started off absolutely fascinating. And it still was, in a morbid sort of way, but after two days of no sleep and less food, it had crossed the line from weird-but-cool to weird-and-creepy.

Yurika had gotten one of the four a.m. phone calls that were starting to become so common, but instead of turning it off and going back to bed, she'd actually made it into the office by 5:30, fighting her way through Tokyo morning traffic. She'd apparently just missed being sent out with the field team, but Yurika was still glad she'd gone in. Otherwise she would have missed out on a case worth working.

( An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled gun )

Which brought her to now. Yurika had just stumbled in the door to the apartment, not even bothering to get her shoes off before finding the couch and sprawling out in an inelegant tangle of limbs. Ugh. She was starving, but food was totally unappetizing after, well, burning human flesh. And to top it all off, she wasn't quite sure what day it was.

And then the damn phone rang again. Miho's ringtone, which meant she shouldn't ignore it.

Yurika flipped the phone open. "Moshi moshi," she sighed. "What's up, Karasuma?" There was a pause. "He WHAT?"

"No, no, just. I mean, how many people turn into dust? Are we sure they aren't pulling one over on us?"

"No, I don't trust the men in strange suits who edge away from me and act like I'm contagious. I'm a Hunter and a Seed, not a mass murderer."

"Eh? Miho! Ikezu sen toitee na! That's not nice! It's not my fault the delivery boy won't come to the office anymore! If Sakaki hadn't...."

"Haaaaaaai. I'll see you later." Yurika flipped the phone closed again with a sigh and flopped backwards. If the phone rang at four in the morning ever again, she was ignoring it.



[Dialogue taken & twisted from episode 1.03, Dancing in Darkness. Open for boyfriend, calls, texts, etc after the phone conversation with Miho.]

One of the more entertaining side-effects of this, Dōjima had decided, was the ability to call into work pretending to be her father and inform the Chief that "Dōjima wouldn't be in today," and not get yelled at or threatened with firing. Not that he could fire her, but it was nice not to need to hear the tirade again.

Now she had an entire day to go over old case files she'd swiped from the office, a nice big cup of tea, and was totally ready to be Super Spy Girl, and start looking for inconsistencies in case data.

...after this game of Wii Baseball. Honest. Dōjima wanted to see if being a boy changed her score at all.


[Yeah, I can't help myself. Open for calls, texts, boyfriend, etc.]

It was quarter after eleven when Dōjima came sauntering into work, blowing the doorman a kiss as he laughed and made her way up to the fourth floor, singing the latest top-ten hit loudly and mildly off-key.

"Dōjima!" Cue one very short, balding man, planting himself in her path and absolutely fuming "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Hai!" she saluted, taking out her cell phone to check. "Eleven-ish. Wow, Chief, you better cut back on the coffee. You're looking awfully stressed out for this early in the morning!"

Karasuma and Kate-sama were doing their best not to laugh, Amon was glaring as if he could kill her with his emo brain, Michael was outright snickering, and the New Kid was staring as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

He probably couldn't, especially considering how cute her miniskirt was today. It was Romeo's favorite, after all.

"And HOW many times do I have to tell you to dress appropriately for work? This is a law-enforcement agency, young lady, not a club! Your image reflects upon the work of the STN-J, and -- "

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai!" she replied, cutting him off mid-rant as she waltzed over to her desk, tossing her purse on the chair and starting to rummage in a drawer as Kosaka sputtered and fumed. "Come on people, you've got five to get in your lunch orders from Harry's, my treat."

"And grab your coat, New Kid. You're on pick-up duty with me."

"Ano, my name is Sakaki..."

"That's nice. Shake it, Newbie!"

Some days, Dōjima really, really, loved her job.

[OOC: And lo, the canon-catch up begins. Open for texts, phone calls, etc, anything that will help Dōjima annoy her coworkers.]

Going to Girls with Guns club really hadn't helped with her stress levels, sadly, and Yurika found herself sitting on the bed, turning an object over and over in her hands.

Yurika had a card.

A small business card, with a phone number, and Yurika knew that doing this was probably a Bad Plan. It would upset Romeo, and Father Juliano would most likely not approve.

If they found out.

Right now, she really didn't care if they did.

Decision made, Yurika picked up her cell and started dialing. She had a contact to make.


[OOC: Establishy, but open after she makes the phone call. Contents of phonecall NFB.]

By the time they had arrived last night, it had been a very long day. They had secured a very posh two-bedroom suite at one of the more exclusive hotels by waving Dōjima's credit-card at the front desk clerk, and now the false-dawn of the bright city lights was being threatened by the first rays of the true sun.

Welcome to Tokyo.

( And now I just try to find some hope to try and hold onto. But it starts again, it'll never end... )

[OOC: As usual, pre-played with the creative team of raspberryturk, the_merriest, and fair_montague. NFI, NFB, OOC A-OK.]