みんなの神探偵！

edogawa ranpo / affiliated with KNY. cappucino apartments, roomed with dong minseok. written by silver!

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ruevoid:

He can breathe easy now, with some space, a little less tense and more deftness as he turns to face the other. “Is that so?” It’s a quiet murmur, he’s not really trying to address Ranpo, just thinking aloud as he tries to read between his words; he expected that there wouldn’t be any familiar faces around. Boredom, however— Edgar’s not sure if he should completely believe that he hasn’t found something that meets his expectations, but it’s not his place to question that. “Mm, I was placed in Cappuccino… There’s an agency around here?” Rather, the wording of it— my agency— is what grabs his attention; and for a brief moment, he ponders if it’s a way to cope with homesickness. 

“oh, really? that’s great! we live close to each other, how about that! i live in the cappucino living area too.”  which meant it wouldn’t be hard to figure out where his dearest rival lived and visit -- hassle -- him whenever he felt the urge. now, why poe of all people would come to a place like this... well, it was certainly interesting in itself. was he here to get away from the stress of the mainland, or was he really into that whole ‘soulmate’ thing?

well, ranpo can ask about that later.

“yep, that’s right! it’s my agency!”  ranpo puffs his chest proudly, patting it with a fist.  “just being here without doing my normal work... it didn’t feel right, y’know? it’s all i’ve known. just ‘cause this place is some project doesn’t mean it’s exempt from murders and crimes. if anything, it has a higher probability due to the drastic differences in people here.”

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“ohh -- totally forgot about that case.”  can you blame him, when he’s out of coworkers now?  “guess i’ll be investigating this solo for a while... or maybe poe-kun will help and do the annoying work for me.”

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vitophage:

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Violet eyes regard Ranpo for a few seconds, Necator looking over his shoulder musingly at the newcomer. Now, now, this isn’t a face he welcomes in a healthy context.

“You’re the investigator, aren’t you?”

Necator hums idly, dragging its gaze from Ranpo back to the arm in his hand. The infection is taking a nice hold. Not enough to kill the man carrying it, but it keeps the wound lightly weeping under the bandage, open for the aid of Necator’s project. It speaks as it works, flippantly addressing Ranpo as it takes a small mason jar of salve out of its pocket and applies it to the wound. the injured man stays silent, biting his lip. Best not to speak in this situation, let Necator take care of it.

“There should be no one who would go to you about these backwater affairs. I hope your gaze is from curiosity alone, as none of my patients have done anything relevant to your interests.”

It’s the deal– in exchange for Necator’s lies, the smooth silver-tongue speeches given to the police that keeps its patients out of trouble, it gets patients. It gets experimental subjects (not that they know that’s what they’re agreeing to). The salve is loaded with a concoction of toxins. Necator, when done slathering it on his ‘patient’s’ arm, wraps it with a clean gauze and a top layer of blue vetwrap. (Blue for fungal test subject.) It drops the arm and turns to grin at Ranpo, smiling around the cigarette still dangling from its lips.

“I’m just a harmless old doctor doing some charity work, wouldn’t you agree? What do you need?”

“who else would i be?”

a rhetorical question, ranpo thinks. as far as he is concerned, everyone in this city should very well know his name and what he looks like by now. if they don’t, they’re either blind and deaf, or just ignorant fools who can’t tell when they’re speaking to a master detective. luckily, in this moment, this person seems to acknowledge ranpo for what he is... and so, ranpo has no complaints.

surely a normal person would complain about what is clearly malpractice in medicine, but can he judge, when he’s seen the likes of yosano’s ability at work? though... she is ten times the doctor this person is, as they’re not particularly helping their patients to begin with.

“oh, you think simply keeping one’s mouth shut is enough to avoid my detection? you’d be wrong. i’ve noticed what the police are doing in tandem with you, but it doesn’t involve me or any of the cases i’ve had thus far, so i have no reason to do anything to you. it’s just simple curiosity, just like you say.”

as for what he needs... well, a fine question indeed.

“if i had to word it... perhaps -- ‘something interesting’. but, can you even provide that, i wonder?”

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ranpo hops back with a grin, giving poe enough room to turn around and face him completely. of all the people that he knew, he was relieved it was someone who the detective could not only speak with freely, but someone who could understand his way of thinking. so many around here were so stupid and boring... it was honestly baffling!  “it’s great you ended up here too! i’ve been so bored -- there hasn’t been any familiar faces around, it’s killing me! where are you living? let’s catch up! my agency isn’t too far from here, actually!”

@ruevoid   /   cont.

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venusincarnation:

@godetective ♕ starter call!

❝ What’s up with you? ❞ Gosh, what is with humans and their curiosity?! She is not going to deny the fact that a floating bow-ship is not something a human would see every day, but couldn’t he ask her first before inspecting it? 

❝ Since when did I give you permission to go so near to Maanna? You ought to show a little more respect to a goddess. ❞

“you didn’t, but it’s not like i cared to ask your permission in the first place...”  the detective responds casually, stroking a finger down the strange object she so affectionately referred to as ‘maanna’.  “you ought to have more respect for a god, so that makes us even, don’t you think? it’s not as if i have any use for something as silly as this anyway.”

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time 2... catch up on replies yeet

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smash that mf like for a starter i gotta get back on the ball yo

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here you will find your local detective half-dozing off on a park bench. it’s been a very tiring, boring work week.

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... he’s seen eyes like that before. it’s a bit of a surprise, really, considering it’s been years since he’s last seen the eyes of someone who was a killer.  ( emphasis on past-tense. he senses no danger from this girl, no matter what his super deduction tells him with a single look. )   in any case, she’s still just a kid, and a girl at that. his mother didn’t raise some jackass -- well, when it came to treating women with decency many men just didn’t have. he might as well help her.

“do you want me to help?”  the detective asks, pointing to where one of her ponytails is tangled in a bush.  “it’ll be easier if someone else does it so you don’t have to move too much.”      /  @harxmaki.

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smash that mf like for a starter i gotta get back on the ball yo

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quirkdelete  /  aizawa-san.

The translation seems to be that unaccustomed police aren’t fans of freelancers, even official ones. What a shame. “Thanks for the warning.” Aizawa, once he has decided to do something, is notoriously difficult to stop without a very good reason, logically founded and with citations applied. The face that official law enforcement probably dislikes him will almost certainly not be enough to keep Aizawa from investigating a murder.

“I’m always ready. I am, however, more practiced in observation and listening rather than questioning people directly, so I’ll primarily be keeping a defensive eye on you and the patrons at this club if you don’t mind.” A bodyguard of sorts. If Ranpo wishes to test Aizawa in his ability to interrogate, then he can save it for a case where lives are not at risk. “I assume you’re talking of that Trumpet place? I’ve heard a rumour or two.” Buying out a conversation is something he’s inherently suspicious of; anyone’s information who can be purchased also has a price where they’ll sell you out.

But there are only so many options in a locale where Aizawa’s place in an underground rumour mill doesn’t already exist. His (entirely reasonable!) paranoia will have to be set aside and the people of this place will have to know his appearance. Alas. He takes a glance around the two, checking the skyline before trudging onwards. “On we go. Do you have any weaponry on you? It’s not a time for the unarmed.” There’s no indication Ranpo’s carrying a gun, which is probably for the best, but knives are always useful to have.

“bodyguard, huh -- that’s a bit too apt for someone of your appearance, but whatever makes you most comfortable, aizawa-san.”   well, ranpo shouldn’t expect anything less from a so called ‘hero’. while ranpo is still skeptical to the concept, there’s no denying that aizawa is indeed telling the truth, so there’s nothing to do aside from accept that where he’s from is indeed a place where special ability users are the majority.

just the thought sounds like a nightmare for the special ability department back home! a good thing they have no jurisdiction here, otherwise ranpo might lose an interesting new companion. (now that he thinks about it, hasn’t he seen a member of the government walking around lately...? oh well, that’s not important right now. who cares.)

“quick on the uptake, as expected. i’ve heard a thing or two myself, so if there’s anyone who has an idea of who would go around killing people so closely related to those involved with the metaphorical ‘hierarchy’ of koi, i’d like to believe it’s someone here.”   for better or worse, ranpo’s deductions are usually right. depending on the occasion, it can be relieving, while in others it can put on another layer of dread. today it feels like the former, if only because he’s not personally involved with any of the victims, nor does he intend to be.

oh, weapons? right, he supposes he can use those... but he’d rather not. consider it him wanting to honor fukuzawa’s teachings, even if fukuzawa isn’t here. ranpo has enough knowledge to not get injured too bad, at least.

“i can protect myself just fine if it comes to that, rest assured.”   the detective pauses just outside the entrance of their destination, flashing his company a smile before grabbing the door handle.   “well then, let’s have some fun, shall we?”

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Senyuu sentence starters

❝ Why are you panting, ____? Are you a pervert? ❞

❝ Ah, a slime fetish? ❞

❝ For the first time in my life, I’m actually proud of you. ❞

❝ I feel nothing but terrified. ❞

❝ Things like dying for the sake of others is what the weak say. ❞

❝ If you have someone that’s precious to you, live for them. ❞

❝ Ah, I… Love seeing people’s faces in despair. ❞

❝ My answer is always ‘It’s alright’. ❞

❝ I really don’t care! ❞

❝ What’s with her? She’s staring at me. Is it love? ❞

❝ Tentacles? That’s kinda hot. ❞

❝ Sometimes adults have to do things they hate. ❞

❝ So, you die first. ❞

❝ You keep clinging to that past of yours!  ❞

❝ Can you not be something unless you’re already somebody else’s something? ❞

❝ A hero should be protecting everyone’s smile, right? ❞

❝ “Not that kind of person”? What do you know about ME? ❞

❝ Show me an even more interesting world. ❞

❝ Uwaaa! ____ got so big! How disgusting! ❞

❝ Goodbye! Thank you, baby! ❞

❝ Hate me more! Despise me more! ❞

❝ ____’s already been disgusting from the beginning. ❞

❝ Alright, good! Let’s kill everyone right here! ❞

❝ ____, don’t you admire it? Adventure! Love! Happiness! ❞

❝ I want to think of a cooler name… ❞

❝ You bastard! How dare you interrupt ____’s cool speech?! ❞

❝ I can kill you without touching you at all. ❞

❝ Small fry should stay out of the field map. ❞

❝ Farewell,  ____! We’ll never forget your sacrifice! ❞

❝ At least say decoy! ❞

❝ I like the way it is now. I’m happy with you by my side. ❞

❝ I want to save them! ❞

❝ Wow! The biggest pudding in the world! Wundaful, wundaful! ❞

❝ He’s pretty strong! … But he’ll probably still lose anyway! ❞

❝ Then again, I was naked in front of my friend’s mother. ❞

❝ Sorry, but can you do me a favor and kill me? ❞

❝ Bun cha, bunchaha!! ❞

❝ I’d rather let humans go extinct than wear that! ❞

❝ A woman’s reality is more important than a man’s romance. ❞

❝ Look, he’s just buried outside. ❞

❝ In the name of love! Humanity, be destroyed! ❞

❝ But, as I thought… I’m sorry. I can’t do it after all. ❞

❝ But, well… Your friend’s important, right? ❞

❝ What are you doing?! We had a touching scene going on right now! ❞

❝ ____ called it preparation. ❞

❝ If I wake up to a friend trying to hug me with such sparkling eyes, I’ll definitely avoid him! ❞

❝ I… am becoming… a bishoujo. ❞

❝ How many times do you have to blow up the house until you can stop?! ❞

❝ Is he a dog? ❞

❝ Okay, that was a second. ❞

❝ Also, I can turn your hair into an afro. ❞

❝ ‘I love you’ isn’t something you can buy with money anyway. ❞

❝ THE GOD OF NPCS! ❞

❝ Stop it! Don’t smile with that ‘what a troublesome kid but I can’t just abandon him’ look! ❞

❝ Please rest assured, I know a place where you can sell your organs. ❞

❝ A name is something that’s used to carry a hope, you know. ❞

❝ I’m not crying – I’m not crying at all! ❞

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fatevoided  /  zero.

                    TRUST NO ONE. experience has beaten this motto into the intoner’s head on more than a solo occasion. judgments can be fabricated , words contrived , gestures cradling ulterior motives. ranpo edo — edu — whatever his name was : how could she verify his words? SHE COULDN’T. it could be a lure , an attempt to snatch away an expertly - crafted guard. wrong person.            ❛ thank you for pointing out the obvious. ❜ half sincere - half sarcasm. at least he knew she was not the culprit of this asinine case. the inquirers , news people , citizens alike — they were stupid. blind leading the blind, following even the tiniest morsel of a story without conducting a quest of confirmation like the imbeciles they are. ❛ oh , how cute. a coincidence is what made some spineless shithead go to the police? people will believe anything nowadays. ❜ yes , questionable comments were made on her part , but it was bewildering how she was deducted from seemingly - dubious individuals. ❛ not sure what else to tell you , except the idiocy rate in this town seems to be pretty damned high and counting. ❜  

“coincidences can be equally useful as they are useless. you have my condolences for being put in this situation, zero-san.”   this isn’t the first time he’s seen the wrong person accused for something awful, but that doesn’t mean he must overlook it completely. there’s always something useful to gain in cases like this, and while she is clearly angry towards those blaming her, ranpo isn’t going to step away yet. there’s still questions to be asked and answers to be had before he left.

the detective sighs, reaching under his coat to take out his glasses and flip them open. he studies the lens for a moment before sliding them onto his face, pressing them further up the bridge of his nose.

“i have little trust or respect for the police outside of what they can contribute to make my work easier with basic nonsense, the rest i do myself. that’s why i’m here. at this rate, you may be arrested under this mass hysteria building in the city. i need to know what you were doing there, what you saw from your own perspective. even if you saw nothing useful in reference to the murder, it will be useful to cross-compare it with the witness and prove your innocence.”   ranpo crosses his arms over the chest, gaze unwavering as he stares into zero’s eye.   “i’ve never once failed a case in my ten years of being a detective, i don’t intend to now. if you can’t trust the police, you can trust in me at least.”

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fatevoided  /  zero.

                              lithe digits skim through the tattered pieces of olden literature , possible to be one or four’s former book that was confiscated. she was unsure , suppression overlaps memory. with the update of the murders in koi exploiting zero as a person of interest , cranium could only shake in a contrived, commiserated manner for the loss of logic the city’s police force had. whatever anonymous ignoramus notified the authorities about her dialogue did nothing but show their cowardice tendencies , ❛ why didn’t you just show your face if you were going to start this , genius? what, you were scared? fucking pitiful. ❜ words venomously eject , unfortunately falling on an empty space. a knock sounds and frame turns, ashen brows narrowing as she motions towards the door to be pulled open everslightly , countenance transitioning to deadpan at the query , ❛ you ask me to speak about the stupidity that is this case and i’m closing this door. what do you want? ❜   

of course she’s angry. who wouldn’t be, when they’re being labeled a person of interest out of mere coincidence? ranpo can tell from the moment he looks at her that she has no real interest in killing anyone, not in this manner. the people are too strangely specific for someone who had just arrived not too long ago. ranpo lifts a hand, as if aiming to express his innocence.   “it is about the case, but not what you’re thinking. i know you’re not the culprit. the first and second victims were estimated dead long before you arrived. the third is a coincidence, which is what i’m here about -- because that’s the reason for your being labeled as a suspect.”

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quirkdelete  /  aizawa-san.

“Got it.” And then Ranpo’s line is cut off. Aizawa tucks his phone back into his pocket. Good, not much time wasted with the unimportant parts of conversation. (Only a little bit, Ranpo’s platitudes are expected but still unnecessary. As if Aizawa ever does anything but his best.)

He slips into an alleyway short cut and disappears.

He stops just before Sweetpea’s entrance into the district proper, pausing to check around. Nothing’s there, which doesn’t surprise him, but best to check. On approaching, the people here seem somewhat more subdued than usual. He’s only lurked around Belladonna district a few times, but in the later hours it tends to bustle a lot more than it currently does. That’s useful information. The people here are laying low, too.

When he sees Ranpo, Aizawa approaches with a wave. “Evening. I saw a police car around here— I don’t know how cops feel about detectives, but I have little doubt we’ll be the subject of their curiosity soon enough.”

Which, as far as Aizawa figures it, will be his chance to prod the police for more information on the suspect. If they try to shoo himself and Ranpo off, ah, well… he doesn’t have to listen.

there’s less noise, ranpo notes. he’s taken a few days just traveling around and sleeping in strange places just to get an idea of the place. he’s been through worse, done worse, and finds it important to learn what he can as quickly as possible -- which, coincidentally, is generally pretty fast. even those who live in the area are shying away from the possibility of being the next victim in this string of murders... ranpo personally finds it invigorating.

as he reaches his meeting spot in the belladonnna district, he notices aizawa waving and quickly closes the distance between them with a childish skip in his step and a gingerly wave of his own being given in greeting.

“personally, i don’t feel inclined what they think of me or my agency. i started it under the pretense they’re useless in many instances, so it’s best to think they at least won’t like me -- you’re not an ‘official’ member yet, so abuse that fact as you please.”   ah yes, the beauty in a loophole. it was just a precaution in the case the police wanted to obstruct them out of some petty desire to solve the case themselves. ranpo has seen that before, unfortunately.

“coincidentally, there’s a club here where informants gather... and those of a different creed. at your ready, i’d like to take a look there first and ask around. though i’m sure i don’t need to say this : keep an eye on your surroundings.”

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knuckles gingerly knock on the front door of the apartment he stands in front of, studying the number on it written in gold. ranpo doesn’t like all this walking around, but he’s a little glad that the first suspect the police have been muttering about lives in his area. he glances down at a paper in his hand, holding the basic evidence he had gathered. the beauty of having a good set of eyes and ears, no?   “excuse meeee -- does zero-san live here? i’m edogawa ranpo!”   /   @fatevoided.

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sakuraveiled  /  ???.

godetective.

                  ❝ edogawa - san , good afternoon. ❞ the detective was beginning to be quite prominent around the city , and while she’s only seen the male in passing , mairuka figured a form of rapport was preferable since the duo appeared to be walking the same way. with errands cleared and groceries obtained from the mini-mart for dinner , getting back to cafe town via the main route would be of no issue , ❝ I would assume you’re going to be swamped with the serial killer case and all? ❞  

“hmm? a fan, is it?”   ranpo knows that his name has gotten around already -- after all, his detective skills are something terrifying to behold, and he was much more skilled than the police. while he allowed them to do the hard or petty work, he was the one who would eagerly deal with the more difficult things. murder, for instance... he loved it. not because he liked the thought of people dying, but because of the pointless and illogical reasons behind it.   “i’m not swamped at all! the investigation is going decently enough. have something useful to help the case? fufu~”