Private Eye of Paris

(( Independent RP blog for Charlie Vergier from Rhythm Thief. Multi-fandom and OC friendly. ))

[rhythmthievingg-blog]

     Wow. Fantastic. Talk about the impeccable since of luck. You get your (notably favourite) outfit caught while you’re purloining around the block, and look who comes to see you in this pathetic state. Good ol’ Charlie Vergier,eyes up & sharp as always. What a horrible turn of events this was for the ever elusive thief, Phantom R. All you could do is give the young (and self appointed) detective a wry smile and swing your legs every slightly.

          ❝ … Evening, Charlie. Come here often  ? ❞

     This was beyond embarrassing.

[detectivedeparis]

“Hmm. I wonder...”

The detective mused aloud, ignoring the thief’s pointless question in favor of crossing her arms over one another.

“...What’s the best way to bring you in since you’ve found yourself in such a helpless situation?”

Well, admittedly, it wasn’t as though she were properly equipped to carry him away, even given his vulnerable state. She could call her father, but that would defeat at least one of her goals. Surely though, given this opportunity upon a silver platter, she’d come up with a way to make this work perfectly.

[rhythmthievingg-blog]

     Oh boy. Oh, boy. Here we go. This is just fantastic. No one ask why or how, but boy this is surely a ripe situation for disaster. Who thinks taking the high road in a bustling city like Paris to be a wise choice? Apparently you, oh great & cunning Phantom R. Now look who’s the smart guy. You’re just dangling here, like a damn fool. Nothing to see here, folks. Just your ordinary art thief, caught on the steel grating of a fence by his shirt & blazer. Move along.

[detectivedeparis]

For some time now, Charlie had been chasing down the mysterious Phantom R-- an elusive phantom thief, so quick on his feet that no member of the local police could catch him. There was no doubt, Phantom R was talented. He was fast beyond belief. He was...

....hanging from a fence.

“....I’m almost impressed.”

Those were the first words from the detective’s mouth. She was unprepared, returning home from her day out in her normal clothing, but if this idiot got himself trapped, she could take her time bringing him in and taking all the glory.

[detectivedeparis]

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[tinytantei-blog]

His switch from anger to submission was surprisingly fast, and surprisingly suspicious. Still, Shinichi focused on the other parts of his words; monsieur denoted French heritage, despite his impeccable Japanese, so perhaps his anger at the honorific-less name was unfounded (after all, western countries were more informal, so it was most likely a cultural thing).

“It’s fine,” even though it wasn’t and Shinichi was still vague on, well, everything that had happened up to that point. “Although it’s a bit odd to have started off without an introduction. You obviously know me,” if he was any cockier, he would have flipped his hair, but he wasn’t about that life, “but who are you?”

[detectivedeparis]

That was so like him. Even without his memories of this place, Shinichi was exactly the same. He found out quickly enough that something was wrong - that was clear, and expected - but he didn’t comment on it. That’s fine. He’d figure it out soon. Charlie just didn’t think she was well-equipped to be the one to explain it. 

Anyhow, he quickly brushed it off and started talking with that cocky attitude, briefly reminding her of when they first met. Arrogant bastard. When he remembers her, he’s getting another football to the face.

“Charlie Vergier, private detective.” The girl responded with that matter-of-fact tone she often takes on while working. She might come across as professional if not for her behavior just a moment ago. “I’m one of those who have been on and off the island for... quite some time now. Nearly a year, I believe.”

[tinytantei-blog]

He had been willing to overlook the kid’s rude behavior, maybe even let the comments slide (even though he was still expecting some kind of explanation later - what island? What island?), but something else struck him hard instead.

“And who gave you the right to call me that?” While he was usually relaxed with  his fans, and craved the attention more often than not (before the attention almost got him killed via international crime ring, that is), there was one thing he couldn’t stand: being addressed so informally by somebody he didn’t even know. Only four people in the world called him Shinichi without an honorific, and they were the only people he would trust with his life (and had trusted them with it, save for Ran).

“Don’t go around being so casual with people you don’t know.”

[detectivedeparis]

“....Don’t know?”

...Ah. Well, that explains it. He’d forgotten everything about the island, like she did once, and like many others had. The aggression from her face quickly faded, and Charlie averted her gaze downwards. The others had all handled it fairly well before. In fact, they’d barely reacted when she forgot everything, so she should try her best to keep everything directed inward now. He must be really confused. It won’t help if she keeps losing her head.

“Sorry, you’re right, monsieur Kudo.” The detective responded, quickly moving to adjust her hat as though that was the reason she’d turned her gaze to begin with, before looking to him again. “I... apologize. I’m a big fan, so I guess it just got to my head a little.”

[tinytantei-blog]

Well, it wasn’t every day you made somebody mad without knowing who they even were.

(Although he had to admit, they had a pretty damn good kick. Almost as good as his own- almost.)

“I’m sorry?!” Really, he assumed that this kid (?) was just another fan, mad at him for having gone off the radar thanks to the apotoxin. And he couldn’t blame him, but at the same time, a soccer ball to the face wasn’t the best way to show that he cared. “I was-” ow, “-really busy!”

[detectivedeparis]

“What is that supposed to mean? You were busy so you disappeared off the damn island without a trace?!”

Maybe she was being too hard on him. After all, she knew he had no control over it really (despise his strange response), and she’d disappeared as well multiple times before, but damn it! He responded the same way when she disappeared! He deserved a good football to the face for that!

“Jeez, Shinichi! You really made me worry. You have to stop doing that already.”

[detectivedeparis]

“How DARE you disappear for so long without warning?!”

Watch out, Shinichi, you poor unsuspecting bastard. There’s a football flying through the air at a startling pace, and it’s targeted towards you.

[detectivedeparis]

“Do I need to get you a stool to stand on?” it was a legitimate offer, some of the cupboards are way to high for a couple of five foot girls.

“Hm? Sorry, why would I need that?”

It’s a little too late, Naoto. As soon as she realized there’s no way she’d reach the cupboard from the floor, she’d already started climbing atop the counter. Success.

[sapiosexualinformant]

“Charlie, looking upstanding as usual. Do you have a minute?”

[detectivedeparis]

“Ah, Izaya, I’d heard you were injured, but I didn’t realize it was to this extent. Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

[detectivedeparis]

“Those damn gangs are starting to attack random civilians now! Those bastards!”

Someone is definitely going to be working hard tonight.

[twofaced-magician]

“I um…” Ace mumbled under his breath, wiggling a little to try and make himself LOOK more comfortable because he really did like it up here, nice view, the breeze was nice, a cute girl was talking to him and he’s currently trying to ignore that fact.

After all no one sane would be interested in him anyway

“No I uh… I’m fine up here, really. It’s comfier than it looks but uh.. Thank you, Miss” rubbing the back of his head he glanced around, trying to see if Annette was still hanging around or not. “It’s kinda… Nicer up here anyway so uh…”

God this really must look bad though, tugging up his mask he tried to hide the bruise on his face, thankful she couldn’t see the others littered around his body “Hah… I uh, can just phase through the tree whenever I want anyway so - That sounds weird doesn’t it…”

She was so cute… What did he do to deserve such an angel- did he die? Well, again. “Um…” she still wasn’t leaving, after a pause he decided maybe a bit of conversation would be nice “I’m Ace… A Banette with a genetic mutation” Hooo boy if he didn’t sound crazy before, he did now, but he wasn’t about to lie to her.

[detectivedeparis]

“Nicer up there?” She blinked at the stranger before putting on a small frown. Given the bruises on his face, it was no wonder he thought it was nicer in that tree. Probably, who ever had given him those marks wasn’t going to bother him while he was up there. But who had done it...? It wasn’t someone from one of the island gangs, was it...?

Of course, the second she starts along this train of thought, this weirdo starts going on about.... phasing through trees and genetic mutations and... something about a Banette? She wasn’t really altogether sure what that was supposed to mean. This guy was a real character, if she had to give him one thing.

“I’m not entirely sure what you’re talking about, but it’s a pleasure to meet you, Ace. My name’s Charlie.” She’d offer to shake his hand, but... Well, that wasn’t happening right now. The guy was adamant about staying in that tree, for some reason.

Ace looked around as if he was worried someone might show up, and she glanced around too, hoping to get a glance of this mystery person. Maybe the one who left those bruises on him was going to return? In that case, she wasn’t about to leave. If they showed their face again, she wanted to be here to tell them off for hurting a guy so badly he’d rather stay in a tree than come down.

"If you’ve got no intentions of coming down, do you mind if I join you?”

[detectivedeparis]

Kings Game. Welcome one, welcome all/

[twofaced-magician]

“Oh honey I love you, but you’re an absolute disgrace” Annette was in a mood today, and Ace was getting the blunt end of it. He let out a little grumble, just laying limply in the tree

He knew if he moved to much she’d attack again, but going completely still wasn’t good either. Giving a little wiggle he tried to position his limbs a little better, intent on getting comfortable right there in that tree where she had blown him into 

“Y-yeah…” Ace agreed in defeat avoiding eye contact. Annette stood there for a long moment before letting out an annoyed sound and leaving him to hang there, floating away to go find Xaiver, she seemed to be satisfied with the damage he had already taken and once he was sure she was gone he moved an arm to rub at his bruised cheek

She sure packed a punch

“I think… I’ll just stay here” sure he looked tangled, but he could just phase out at any time and get out of this mess, this mess however was much more comfortable than what awaited him back home. Maybe though, he wouldn’t have to spend the time alone, giving a sheepish smile from behind his mask “I uh…. Sorry, just keep walking…”

They probably thought he was a weirdo anyway.

[detectivedeparis]

You see plenty of strange things on this island. Charlie was fairly used to it. Even something like this, seeing someone seemingly caught in a tree, was pretty normal in comparison to the things she usually saw. Still, she came to a stop under the tree, even as the other told her to keep on going.

“Are you sure? You know, there must be a million places on the island that are more comfortable than that.” Like, for instance, just about anywhere. The detective crossed her arms, looking up at him. He clearly hadn’t climbed up there himself, and those bruises were a telltale sign of foul play. Poor guy. Sure, he was pretty tall and dressed like some sort of criminal, but he just kind of came across as a giant kid. “So? Do you want help getting down from there?”

[sapiosexualinformant]

“Your memories? Was it these goat gods? That sounds terrifying.”’

“Aren’t there assassins and dragons on this island? How can you keep them from doing whatever they please?”

[detectivedeparis]

“It was, I’m assuming. Most memory-related incidents tend to be their fault.”

“From what I’ve seen? Naoto and the goats have played their parts in keeping them all down while I was gone. They haven’t acted out much since I returned.”

[sapiosexualinformant]

“I would think it would be difficult to accomplish much when your objectives keep changing. Perhaps you’re just very good at task management? What is it that you do?”

[detectivedeparis]

“Well, you aren’t wrong. I hardly had a clue what was going on when I was thrown back into this place again, especially the time they took my memories.”

“It’s my job to uphold peace and justice- whether I’m here or in Paris. There has to be someone working to keep the streets safe.”

[sapiosexualinformant]

“How do you do it? Leaving and coming back to this place, isn’t that too many upsets to deal with?”

[detectivedeparis]

“Well, it’s not exactly my choice, so my only option is to deal with it. I have a duty to uphold whether I’m here or in Paris, so I simply focus on which ever is available to me at the moment.”

[sapiosexualinformant]

“I’d like to continue practicing, if you can forgive the lack of fluency.”

“About two weeks, i’m fairly new.  I assume you have been here longer?”

[detectivedeparis]

“I’ll let it slide.”

“I’ve been brought here about... four separate times? I believe the first was about February. It’s been quite some time, but I’m still adjusting to the drastic changes.”