fatesresignation SUDDENLY got a plot idea while observing you on my dash hopefully you dont mind the starter ; v ; we’re mutuals, after all.
Akane didn’t even squeak--she was in the middle of hopping back and tumbling onto the hard wood floor as a blade whizzed five inches from her stomach. She was now on the floor--ungracefully on her side. “Aaah! I thought I was going to get cut ...” she laments, breathing (thankfully) deeply. It seemed as if everything wished to get into the way of investigations...
“Y-You’re awfully good with the sword--” Akane compliments, stuttering slightly, finally getting up from that embarrassing dodge. She fixes her hair up awkwardly, with no avail. Her eyes went to the most definitely real sword and then to the face of the pretty girl who was probably practicing for something. “I’m an inspector from the MWPSB. Apparently, there’s been a ‘concerning red liquid’ under one of these wooden panels?”
Sock-covered toes glided across the floor panels, her nail bumping against the crevices. It seemed to be an old-styled dojo--the only holo seemed to be for the projector at the far end of the room. The floor tiles weren’t completely secure--perhaps at one point, they were. It was only a starter investigation--things were getting very lax, nowadays; after this she’d be off duty, huh? It didn’t smell strange or give off bad vibes. Someone probably spilled cranberry juice or ketchup on the ground, or something.