The All Seeing Eye

Isamu Ueda: Private Investigator

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Case of Stains // Isamu // Chapter 3 // Open

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gyu-hui:

Gyuhui notices the scar, but they’re not gonna bring it up. That’s none of their business. They smile at Isamu.

“I hear ya! Actually, my schedule’s pretty packed too, so whenever I get the chance to relax I take it. Maybe I go a little too hard sometimes but it’s worth it for the stress relief!” Is Gyuhui referring to alcohol or something else? The Answer May Shock You.

They shrug. “Not everyone seemed very worried about the wish thing. Not to me, anyways - A lot of people just shrugged it off. I feel like the real problem is just that Control is still messing with our heads. It sucks. For everybody.”

Washing machine? More like sitting machine. Gyuhui climbs on top of the one their clothes are in and sits criss-cross, apparently unbothered by the shaking and humming that’s going on beneath them. “How are you holding up, though? Just in general. I know things have changed a lot for me since we’ve been here.”

Isamu appreciates the lack of questioning Gyuhui, that’s a tale for a different time. Now is the moment of talking about getting crunk.

Isamu suspects that Gyuhui and him were not on the same wavelength on what beverages they were talking about. Oh well, not his thing to pry into. “Yeah, sometimes we all just gotta take a moment to relax. I’m sure with your job those moments are few in far between.” He’s always heard things about the idol industry, and every time he looks into it, he gets scared of it.

Isamu didn’t really agree with Gyuhui on that front. “They might not have expressed visible concern, but I get the feeling that there are some who still are. You got a point though, it really does suck.” Cramping his vibes, it is.

Welcome to the sitting machine club Gyuhui, you now have been enlightened as to the true purpose of washing machines, like Isamu.”Well...” He thinks about what he should say. “It’s going I guess.” Pretty quaint answer there. “Wish I could be anywhere, but here.” Don’t we all?

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Case of Apologies // Isamu // Chapter 3 // Closed for Ryu

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shslacrobat:

As someone who has been looking through all the areas as thoroughly as he can manage, Ryuu resonated with that statement. There were little things, here and there, but nothing that could be defined as a major slip up, and even the small things made you wonder if they were left there intentionally.

He intends to touch on that, but then Isamu continues, and the words sound unnecessarily harsh - on the investigator, that is.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say that at all. That was th’first time any of us did somethin’ like that - we were all really stressed, and I definitely wasn’t lookin’ at things from any other side other than the ones I was sure were right. It’s important to talk things out! Prob’ly!”

He has no idea how actual trials work, but when their lives were on the line, it did seem being certain of their answer was one of the most important things.

However, the apology leaves Ryuu staring at Isamu with an expression nothing short of bewildered. He was sorry? Last Ryuu recalled, he was the one who had accidentally brought back awful memories.

“No, it’s okay. Seriously. I’m sorry, too. I said some shitty things ‘cause I was so pissed off at Ishizuki. I should’ve tried t’calm the hell down, but… y’know. I didn’t.”

No excuse there. He just didn’t.

Isamu thought the same thing. There was just... Too many planned out things here. Its almost as though once they get a thread of something, it was intentionally set there to later squander their hopes. 

As Ryuu tried explaining things, it felt like a jab in the gut. “At least you knew things and followed through on them. You were one of the spearheads of the whole thing, and it’s like you said it is important to talk things out. Though I get the feeling everything could have taken a much different turn if we weren’t as familiar with each other as most of you are.” The thing that feels like a knife being turned in him is that he thought constantly searching would prove helpful, but he didn’t realize coming into an actual trial that this all would depend a lot on familiarity. With regular casework, no one knows anything, and you just have to work with it. 

Isamu just waved off the apology Ryuu tried giving. “Thanks, but you’re fine. You had a right to be mad, and really what caught me was something you couldn’t have known about.” Isamu just shrugged his shoulders. “I should have just shut up, I said some pretty shitty things too.”

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Case of Stains // Isamu // Chapter 3 // Open

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gyu-hui:

This is the first time Gyuhui has entered the laundry room since… Oh, You Know. But since someone else - someone they generally trust - is already occupying the room, it can’t be as bad as going alone.

Actually, this is probably only the… second or third time that they’ve done laundry since coming here. Gyuhui isn’t a neat or organized person, by any means. It’s obvious by the pile of clothes in their arms that this is probably the entirety of the wardrobe they were given by Control. They really like to run the clock down to the last second when it comes to chores, huh…?

“Hi, Isamu-san!” Gyuhui greets cheerfully, giving him a smile and a nod in place of a wave since their hands are full. “Hope you don’t mind me being here as well, I just have some laundry to do!”

Well, obviously. You don’t even have to be a private investigator to puzzle that one out, Gyuhui.

They take an unoccupied washer and dump the whole load of clothes in at once. Someone must have shown them how laundry works at some point recently, because while Gyuhui doesn’t necessarily do anything wrong in getting the washer started they don’t exactly do much right either. But, boy, do those clothes end up in the washing machine with some detergent, and does that machine end up turned on successfully. This is a victory, everyone. Please clap.

“So, you were fun at the New Year’s party!” Gyuhui laughs lightly. It doesn’t sound forced, just tired. “Do you chug drinks like that a lot at parties? Honestly, I should’ve been hanging around with you the whole time! Things got… kind of tense on my side of the room, you know?” They chuckle. “But I guess they were probably like that… across the board. Especially after the end of it all.”

Isamu relates to the sentiment of having a lot of laundry to do, but luckily before the party he had already done those pieces of it. He’s only gone in here twice beforehand to ever really do any of it. This was the special case though because, you know... All was peaceful until the Kool-Aid Man attacked.

When Isamu hears someone call out, his attention is drawn to them as he sees the idol with a load of clothes. This is actually, outside of the trial, the first time that Isamu had ever come in contact with Gyuhui. 

Also there’s that reference to his first name again. Maybe it’s just him, maybe it’s due to him having to be a professional while at work, but he still finds it so weird no one calls him Ueda. Maybe people are just more friendly. “Hey there Gyuhui-san.” He says with a small grin on his face, giving a small wave to them. “Oh, no problem, go right ahead.” It’s not like they needed his permission anyways.

Isamu takes note of how Gyuhui was doing their laundry, throwing it all in, seeming to have a slightly difficult time. Though eventually when they get it all in and running, he feels slightly proud. Victory achieved for all.

Isamu has a small blush when the party punch chugging was brought up. “Oh, hehe, that.” He scratched the back of his head, which at the angle Gyuhui was at, probably revealed the large scar on his back. “I’ve been known to, uh... Be like that. My work can be stressful so sometimes you just need to learn how to take a sip.” He is hoping they don’t think he is referring to alcohol. “Of sugar that is.” Theeeeere we go. “Though yeah, the entire end was kind of stressful for everyone. I don’t think anyone really left it happy by the end of it all.”

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Case of Apologies // Isamu // Chapter 3 // Closed for Ryu

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Ryuu waves once more after it seems like Isamu hadn’t noticed him approaching. Frankly, his opinion of the other boy was mixed, but it wasn’t on the negative side. He simply didn’t know what to think, but that was no reason to ignore him or not try to talk to him at all.

His smile turns a tad wry at the reply as he nods a bit.

“Yeah, a lotta shit happens so much here. Anything you wanna talk through, dude? I’m not that smart but I’m alright at listenin’!”

Isamu’s opinion of Ryuu wasn’t negative either, and he didn’t hold anything against him. He understood why everyone was upset, and he knew he could have worded things better. Though for now, he feels at least might as well let by gones be by gones.

Isamu just shrugged his shoulders to the reply. “Yeah, you’re telling me. With the trial, and these motives, it’s all just been a bit much.” He’s been searching day ad night for maybe something new to come up, a slip in the defenses. “Along with all these new places, you’d think we would have found something by now.”

 He clenched his right hand slightly in a vain attempt to relieve some stress. “All this time I can’t come up with anything. I couldn’t even do anything at the trial because I didn’t even really know anyone here.” He’s berating himself in his mind. “An investigator who can’t even solve a murder... All I was there for was to stir up anger it felt like.” He will admit, that’s exactly what he did. 

He straightened his back out slightly to now look Ryuu in his eyes. “Speaking of which, I just wanna say...” He goes silent for a moment as he shut his eyes. Upon opening them, he continues, “I’m sorry. I should have been more considerate.”

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O-Bon Is the Only Worthwhile Festival Anyway//Saeru//Chapter 3 Motive//Open

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shslshinda:

As a seasoned judge, Saeru could quickly call his play with the jacket, but she felt no need to call him out on it. It worked well enough, and she had no particular interest in seeing him shirtless. Er, more shirtless.

“The same as ever, I suppose. A bit restless, admittedly, but I hardly plan on making corpses myself just so I can have work to do.”

She turned back to the brochure briefly before turning back towards him. She fished around in her pocket.

“Oh, did I ever tell you yours was the ‘secret’ I was given? I’m not sure…”

“I can pull it up if you’d like to see what it says. Terribly interesting, if true. If not, I suppose Control just has a very active imagination.”

No one can blame you for not wanting to see that Saeru, that is perfectly understandable. He never has been good with this whole fashion thing.

Isamu doesn’t know however on whether he should be relieved, disturbed, or laughing at Saeru’s joke. He guesses that’s a good thing, but at the same time, a bit morbid. “O-Oh, hehe, yeah’s that’s a good thing. Makes work much easier for us all.” He is trying to hide the concern in his voice.

When the topic of his secret was brought up though, he raised both of his eyebrows as his eyes widened slightly. “Oh, sure! I didn’t hear what it was when that motive was still relevant, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested.” He ponders on what exactly Control could have come up with. He feels like this is going to be worthy of a laugh.

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Case of Stains // Isamu // Chapter 3 // Open

After that train wreck of a party last night, Isamu thought come today it might have been a good idea to go and try to clean his clothes. He really wouldn’t have to do this right now if Isabella hadn’t tipped the punch bowl he cheered with. He downed a quarter of that thing like a champ without missing a drop and then…. Sploosh. Red punch everywhere on his dress shirt and pants.

So her he is, sitting shirtless in the laundry room atop of a washer next to the running one. Having followed the instructions Tohru sent him on how to clean the shirt, there was pieces of cardboard, a cup, fabric softener, vinegar, and the like scattered around him. He wasn’t really gonna go anywhere until he had at least gotten his shirt back, the pants were for later.

While he waited he seemed to be writing something, being lost in thought. Wonder what it could be?

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Obviously, Yuni still wasn’t too keen on visiting the laundry room, but her clothes still had to be washed, so she’d just have to settle for not using the dryer that Shigemi’s body had been found in ever.  She hesitated for a moment upon entering and seeing Isamu sitting there without a shirt on, then remembered last night’s punchbowl incident.

“Oh, hiya, Isamu-kun.”  She briefly glanced around at the assembled ingredients; as someone who spent plenty of time in the kitchen, it wasn’t hard for her to figure out what they were for.  “That punch stain hard to get out, I take it?  Juice can be really stubborn in general.”

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That’s fair Yuni, a bloody corpse was found in here. It’s only natural to not want to be around it, unless you’re like Isamu who is just at the point of “I’m not phased by that part anymore”. Either way, at first Isamu hasn’t noticed anyone entering the laundry room, though he wouldn’t be surprised. It’s a public common use area after all.

That was until he addressed him. He drifted his eyes up from his writing to see the flavor chemist and pondered something. Since when did everyone start calling him by the first name? He barely knew anyone here, they barely knew him outside the trial and what any info lying around has said. He’s not gonna mention it, but he still finds it strange as he sets down his notes. “Hey there Hoshiya-san.” He replied. “Yeah... It’s been a pain to try to get out. Hopefully after this attempt it’ll be out.”

He didn’t really straighten out his back, or get up from his seat, mainly out of the idea of the large scar on his upper back being seen. It’s not like he wants to hide it, just more so he doesn’t want anyone panicked by the presence of it.

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Case of Apologies // Isamu // Chapter 3 // Closed for Ryu

Isamu had been walking about the new floor for awhile now, not really trying to look for anything in particular this time. He already did his sweep of it beforehand, and still nothing really showed up. He was more so just here to have something to do.

His hands were in his pockets as he walked down the hallway. His face seemed somewhat glum, mixed with sternness. Clearly he had been thinking about something, probably in reference to the party last night if what the chat was discussing was any indication.

Just everything about this was strong to him. He didn’t want to be here anymore, and no one else did either. His skills has a private investigator have failed him as he couldn’t save anyone. The there’s that motive…

“No… It’ll be fine.” He mumbled to himself, as he didn’t notice the other boy.

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His one on one interactions with Isamu were limited - they were nonexistent, actually, but there’s no need to be so specific. In fact, all of his conversations with the investigator seemed to be during the trial, which had not painted anyone in positive lights.

Well, the new years party had fixed most of that. Ryuu was merely happy to see that stain was out now. It takes him a moment to notice the somewhat grim expression on the other boys face, but even once he does, he still smiles and waves.

“Yo, Isamin! Thinkin’ hard or hardly thinkin’?”

Ryuunosuke “can’t read the atmosphere” Sakakibara.

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When the sound of one Ryuunosuke had ran through the air, Isamu raised an eyebrow and turned his head to locate him. Ah, there he was. For an investigator, Isamu can be pretty blind at times.

He realizes the trial gave no one any positive connotations about him, though the party seemed to remedy that slightly. He just felt like Ryuu might still hold something against him, he remembers he wasn’t wasn’t very keen about him.

It is with this idea that he decided to smile and return the wave, and even chuckled at the acrobat’s joke. “Heh, I wish it was the latter. A lot of stuff’s been going on and I’m just...” He looks to the ground for a minute before raising his head again. “Trying to think things through.”

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O-Bon Is the Only Worthwhile Festival Anyway//Saeru//Chapter 3 Motive//Open

Well. Perhaps things would be a little less tense if everyone had followed Saeru’s suit at the party, but no turning back now. It wasn’t really anything she held against anyone, either. It was New Years. Apparently. 

Without any particular reason to muse about murder and no work to do, she found herself lounging on one of the counter stools in the lobby, idly perusing the old brochures there.

At the sound of footsteps, she perked up—apparently she hadn’t been that involved in reading.

“Good morning. How are you holding up?”

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Isamu had finished cleaning his clothes by now, though his dress shirt was in the dryer. He had found himself too bored to stay there any longer, so he just buttoned up his suit jacket and acted as though he was totally wearing a dress shirt under it. Totally.

Eventually it seems he stumbled his way to Saeru, who upon addressing him, he smiled at. “Oh, I’m doing fine.” That’s a lie. “How are you today?”

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Observation || Nami || Freetime || Open

The warmth of this ‘motive’ truly didn’t bother Nami all that much…but it was weird wasn’t it? That they seemed so unbothered by most of the things that had occurred so far…they had adjusted quickly and even the warmth surrounding them and everyone else hadn’t even gotten the better of them. Surely they had changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt of Ryuu’s but….they seemed to still be wearing leggings under the shorts with their small heels. What a strange person they really were….maybe they were hiding something?

But when the heat died down and many began to celebrate Nami had been instead found in the kitchen making parfaits for the millionth time this week. This time they appeared to be chocolate and vanilla layered ones…. It wasn’t until someone walked in that they looked up from their hard work and spoke…

“G-Good evening….I have been making cool treats for everyone to enjoy-“

It wasn’t until they were no longer focused on their task that they noticed….

“The rumbling….it has stopped…?”

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The heat was quite a nuisance to Isamu, but surely it wasn’t enough to drive him, or anyone else it seemed, to murder. Sure, the heat was bad, but it wasn’t as though they all were goign to die... At least not immediately. Oh well, it was what it was. All he ever had to take off was his suit jacket and leave it in his room at times.

It was rare that Isamu had appeared in the kitchen, despite the chore list that was made up saying he was on kitchen duty. He never really showed up due to constantly searching around the premises to try and locate any new form of escape. With the heat having died down, it seemed like now was as best a time as ever to search again, this time making his way into the food prep room. 

“Why yes, yes it has.” He replied to the other occupant of the room, whom which he hasn’t had a chance to talk to yet. He then noticed all the parfaits that they had been creating, and he could say he’s never had a chance to enjoy one of them yet. “Those parfaits there look delicious.” He said with a warm smile, thinking of what they must taste like.

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Sundae Bar | Yuni | Chapter 1 [Open] ATTN: Anyone Yuni hasn't met yet!

The feeling of relief from the furnace no longer going at full power was immense. like being able to finally collapse in front of a fan after a long day at school times a hundred.  Out of the fire and - well, okay, Yuni supposed that for the purposes of this metaphor, they were really just back in the frying pan.  But that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing!  With the heat no longer boiling everyone’s brains, they could more easily come up with some way to get a message outside, maybe even escape from Control’s… control on their own!

And a key part of that, Yuni figured, was getting to know the rest of her classmates (did you still call them ‘classmates’ if you weren’t in class?).  They’d have better chances working together, after all!  She figured she’d only met and talked to about half of the others here.  So she was currently hanging out in the lobby, waiting to see if anyone she didn’t recognize emerged from the elevator or stairwell.

When she did see such a person, she’d greet them with a big wave and a call of “Yoohoo!”

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Isamu had been hoping to maybe find some more clues, or at the very least see if anything changed now that the furance had been cooled. It was so relieving to be out of the heat, especially considering he wore a freaking suit! He had to take it off at some point just so he wouldn’t stain it with sweat marks. Though with that, ti was back to the grind, looking for a way out of here.

Isamu still honestly hadn’t had a chance to talk to everyone here, which is oddly amusing considering there were only twenty of them in a concealed space, how hard could it be to talk to all of them? When he had entered itno the lobby from the stairwell however, he saw someone he thought looked familiar, but hadn’t met yet.

Then he heard they cheer out. “Oh, well, hey there!” The impromptu feeling made him caught off guard, but it was fine. He sauntered on up to the girl and gave her a wave. “Well hey there! How are ya?”

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

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“You’re right about that. If this was anyone’s good situation, I’d hate to know what their bad one was.” Is there a worse situation than this? Well yeah, it’s if this was taking place in a sunken submarine, or a haunted mansion.

Isamu didn’t realize that at first, when sticking out his hand. Oh well, he still didn’t mind, it’s her work after all. “Oh believe me, it’s fine by me. What’s your occupation then, if I may ask?” If he was missing something by not recognizing her last name, then that might explain a lot.

Thinking back to the forensic pathologist was the… Strange person he met earlier. Wait that’s what she was? He seriously questions whoever gave her a medical license. “I’d guess so, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” He let out a small chuckle, more so out of being slightly nervous internally.

It was a first though that anyone had questioned him on his cases though. “Oh I handle most anything really. Be it from stolen objects, to missing persons, fraud, even murders. I’m one of the lead investigators in a serial murder case actually.” That’s not something he would normally tell anyone, but more so because they wouldn’t listen to him. “The Red Camellia one’s if you are familiar with them.”

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Isamu dismissively waves his left hand as he gave Saeru a small grin. “No worries, didn’t do anything wrong.” He understands it was just a phrase, but he felt he might as well try to calm any possible nerves just in case. That aside, he gave a small laugh to her. “Heh, tell me about me it. Work keeps me pretty busy, but it is something to do.” Isamu greatly enjoyed his job, despite how frustrating it could be at times. “Ah, that explains why. Usually when it comes to the dead, I focus more on the case solving aspect of it. Usually once the answer was found, I don’t hear about them again. Very impressive of you to go into though as a career despite the family tradition.” He imagined it was the same for Saeru, but he believes she understands what he was getting at.

Isamu really appreciated the fact that Saeru was truly paying attention to his words rather than just reining interest. It makes him feel rather joyous on the inside. “I certainly do have some stories, as I am sure you do as well. The Red Camellia is just one of them.” Though it certainly was his most annoying. “That’s a story for some other time though.”

Isamu does admit he is a fan of some true crime and some fictions mysteries. It was nice to solve ones that didn’t have any real life consequences if he misguessed. “I agree you with, the older tales are usually the ones with more dramaticism added to it. They’ve become more so legends in today’s world, hard to determine fact from fiction, but still interesting to hear about.”

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

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theallseeingprivateeye:

This new device doesn’t have any of Isamu’s music on it, which is what upsets him the most. He could be listening to some bopping tracks from The World Ends With You and Ghost Trick, but now they’re gone. He better get those back, Control.

Isamu shook his head in agreement. “Tch, yep, that’s me alright.” Isamu is still reeling over the fact she’s a pathologist. He wonders if she is actually licensed though?

As much as Tohru’s plan sounded like a good idea, Ryuu had a valid point as well. “Good point. Not really the safest way to go about this until we get more specifics.” He then pondered the second bit. “Honestly I haven’t been able to come up with anything. The elevator I thought about, but I came to the same conclusion as you. Plus none of us can fit in any of the airways….” He will find a way out somehow.

Oh, then it’s practically useless. Ryuu will ask Grandpa for a music function the next time he decided to yell at him, but, for now, he’s all in this conversation.

“Knife emoji. Upside down smiley face emoji.”

Hmm, so not even Isamu could come up with anything… That wasn’t all that bad! This place hadn’t proved itself to be dangerous yet, so Ryuu wasn’t entirely in the mindset of someone with their life in danger quite yet.

(It was a bit of a compliment to know that the investigator agreed that the elevator was a bad idea. Thanks for making Ryuu feel valid!)

“For now, it’s just some old man tellin’ us what to do… there’s no reason to listen to him. I think we have time to think this through and find a way out without anyone havin’ to get hurt. I know most of the others don’t really agree with this, but I still think people are gonna notice we’re gone and find us that way… I at least have a few people in my life that aren’t gonna shut up ‘til they find me.”

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Please Grandpa... You’re making Isamu suffer here. Don’t deprive him of his cool kicking tunes. He has to be hip with the kids after all.

The phrase practically made Isamu shudder. “After this entire fiasco Indont think I ever want to see those two emojis ever again...” The group chat was too inclined to use it.

The fact that their only possible idea was shut out quickly served mostly as a annoyance to Isamu. He had really hoped he could discover something, anything to give them a lead. Then he’ll find Control and arrest him.

Isamu nodded his head in agreement. “You have a point. As long as we all keep our heads about this, then we’ll hopefully be fine. It’s just the matter of figuring out a way to escape before any lines are drawn...” Isamu doesn’t want to think about the occurrence of an actual murder happening, but he can’t rule out the possibility. “I know my folks would be worried, and the police would probably be hounding for me, hehe. Can’t leave them on their own for cases for too long.”

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

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It was always nice to have a good looksie and familiarize one’s self with their surroundings, especially given their current situation. Isamu might make another sweep through with a notepad and pen though as he wants to make sure he has all the details to help with an escape route.

Why this blond haired boy was so carefree though…. He didn’t understand. “Oddly… Specific examples you have there.” They were fairly weird, yet why did they sound so familiar? “Though I guess you’re right, there are worse places to be.” He let out a sigh and turned to face him. “Kidnapping is in fact the proper term you’re looking for.” Isamu wasn’t even surprised that he was being asked this. “Nope, originally I had black hair, but I bleached and dyed it.”

Isamu then takes a hold of Neo’s hand and gives it a firm shake, with a small grin. “Isamu Ueda, private investigator, at your service.” Is he going to use that phrase for everyone? Yes.

“Well, clearly this isn’t an abandoned train station, that’s where most of us go to get lost in the first place! As for being underwater and anything associated with that like being on a boat…” Neo splays his arms widely, holding them in place. “If we were anywhere close to water barring really strong foundations, I would’ve felt it! I think. My sense of balance is usually on point, but I’ve been wrong before so…Oh well! My point is that the people who seem to be in charge here probably know what they’re doing since they’ve got enough money to fund this place and our new phones, so chances are they’re keeping us somewhere solid that they can come and go without too much suspicion.”

Neo nods at his answer. “Makes sense! Figured I’d ask just in case it actually was, y’know? There might be some people with naturally-unique hair colours. Like this one Reserve Course girl I met once, she had naturally purple hair!” Really, this thread is quickly becoming past-game reference central.

“Ooooooooooh.” Good sprite. “So that makes you our resident Sherlock then, doesn’t it? Or perhaps you’d prefer Poirot? Those are the only two I really know- thank you Toho Cinemas! Anyways, nice to meet you! What do you make of this place, then? Find any secret passageways or clues to how we got here yet?”

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“You’re right about that. There’s been plenty of times I’ve stepped on a train and then ended up in seemingly the middle of Nowhere.” The past references... They’re hitting too hard now. “It’s good to know we have a sea compass though, hehe.” Isamu then realized that it might be viewed as offensive to be called a sea compass. “Kidding, kidding. That’s good to know we aren’t anywhere water bound, that’d prove to probably cause more problems due to the location always having the chance of sinking into the pirate’s resting place.”

Isamu all in all was rather impressed with Neo’s deductive reasoning skills. He already was exceeding his expectations he might have had for the daredevil. “Very likely. I also highly doubt hem that it was just one individual, as I don’t think Control could afford to do this on his own.” If Control could then he would be very rich, something Isamu wishes he was. “Why thank you my dear Watson, I always enjoy being compared to the greats.” He felt more happy about that than he should he felt.

“Well now that would have been a site to see! A girl with natural purple hair... Huh.” The topic seemed rather strange to him.

Isamu sadly shook his head as his face grew to a more neutral expression. “No such luck. All I could think of was using the elevator shaft to go up or down, but no ones knows what the height is. Without that, we are stuck looking for a new exit.” He hasn’t discovered any secret paths either yet, which made matters even more disheartening.

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

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theallseeingprivateeye:

Isamu was a large user of metaphorical phrases, they were just fun to say. Sure, this current situation they found themselves in probably wasn’t the time to be using funny lines, but he needs to keep himself happy somehow, you know?

At the very least, Ryuu seemed to have guessed right. “True, but I think I like my old phone better.” He stated with a turn to face the acrobat.

Isamu had returned the wave with a small grin. “Good to meet ya, I’m Isamu Ueda, private investigator at your service.” Okay Ryuu was certainly a familiar name in this area, it was all over the chat. “I’m doing fine externally, right now I am just planning a possible method of escape.”

Ryuu takes a moment to remember this phone doesn’t have same cute lock screen his actual phone does and deflates. Damn. How can he show everyone those cute pictures of him and Sachiko if he doesn’t have the pictures? Damn you, Grandpa!

Probably a bit of a well known name now that he’s spent 4 hours playing a game of shiritori with a select few, Ryuu brightens upon recognizing the name.

“Oh, you were the only other one worried about Yuunya in that chat! I remember! It’s kinda a relief to be able to put some faces to names now.”

“Escape, though… Tohru-tan told me to climb up the elevator shaft, but until I know how far down we are, that sounds like a shit idea. There’s gotta be some other way. You come up with anything yet?” And then, after a beat, he adds, “uh, I hope you’re doin’ fine internally, too, not just externally.”

[theallseeingprivateeye]

This new device doesn’t have any of Isamu’s music on it, which is what upsets him the most. He could be listening to some bopping tracks from The World Ends With You and Ghost Trick, but now they’re gone. He better get those back, Control.

Isamu shook his head in agreement. “Tch, yep, that’s me alright.” Isamu is still reeling over the fact she’s a pathologist. He wonders if she is actually licensed though?

As much as Tohru’s plan sounded like a good idea, Ryuu had a valid point as well. “Good point. Not really the safest way to go about this until we get more specifics.” He then pondered the second bit. “Honestly I haven’t been able to come up with anything. The elevator I thought about, but I came to the same conclusion as you. Plus none of us can fit in any of the airways....” He will find a way out somehow.

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

[shslshinda]

theallseeingprivateeye:

Isamu had turned around upon the new voice and was pleasantly surprised. She looked refined, and rather relaxed and happy from the seems of it. If only he were… And if only his outfit was nearly as fancy as hers.

“You’d be correct my dear Watson. Not the greatest conundrum for any of us to be in.” He is surprised it took him that long to make the joke. He then gave her a returning smile of his own, and a hand. “Isamu Ueda, private investigator, at your service madame.” He tried sounding his best to give a good impression as she looked so elegant. 

“Or for anyone, I would think.”

Saeru blinked at the hand for a moment before shaking.

“Terribly sorry. I’m not used to people being eager to shake hands with one who handles the dead. Hopefully the gloves help a bit with that, hmm?”

“Anyway, it’s a pleasure. Between you and the Forensic Pathologist, we’d be hard-pressed to get away with one of those murders here after all, wouldn’t we?”

“Though I suppose your specialty may be quite different. What kind of cases do you pursue, if you don’t mind me asking?”

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“You’re right about that. If this was anyone’s good situation, I’d hate to know what their bad one was.” Is there a worse situation than this? Well yeah, it’s if this was taking place in a sunken submarine, or a haunted mansion.

Isamu didn’t realize that at first, when sticking out his hand. Oh well, he still didn’t mind, it’s her work after all. “Oh believe me, it’s fine by me. What’s your occupation then, if I may ask?” If he was missing something by not recognizing her last name, then that might explain a lot.

Thinking back to the forensic pathologist was the... Strange person he met earlier. Wait that’s what she was? He seriously questions whoever gave her a medical license. “I’d guess so, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” He let out a small chuckle, more so out of being slightly nervous internally.

It was a first though that anyone had questioned him on his cases though. “Oh I handle most anything really. Be it from stolen objects, to missing persons, fraud, even murders. I’m one of the lead investigators in a serial murder case actually.” That’s not something he would normally tell anyone, but more so because they wouldn’t listen to him. “The Red Camellia one’s if you are familiar with them.”

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

[theallseeingprivateeye]

shslshinda:

Saeru had come to give the snack bar a little further investigation, but she drew to a stop near the other student. She hadn’t spoken to this one yet, had she?

“I assume you’re referring to the situation rather than the snack selection.”

She bowed briefly.

“Saeru Shinda, of the Shinda family. And you might be?”

Isamu had turned around upon the new voice and was pleasantly surprised. She looked refine, and rather relaxed and happy from the seems of it. If only he were... And if only his outfit was nearly as fancy as her’s.

“You’d be correct my dear Watson. Not the greatest conundrum for any of us to be in.” He is surprised it took him that long to make the joke. He then gave her a returning smile of his own, and a hand. “Isamu Ueda, private investigator, at your service madame.” He tried sounding his best to give a good impression as she looked so elegant. 

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Case of Regalia // Isamu Ueda // Chapter One: Open

[theallseeingprivateeye]

shslacrobat:

Pickles? What? Ryuu takes a moment to have absolutely not idea what that means before his brain helpfully provides that it’s some sort of saying. He doesn’t want to start this conversation with this person he doesn’t know by saying, ‘hey I have no idea what that means’ so he sticks with his educated guess of it meaning ‘damn this sucks’.

“Well… It’s something alright. At least we got these cool phones?”

Is that worth the mental anguish? Not at all, but it’s something, and Ryuu is always looking to stick to the bright side of the situation. Pocketing his phone once more, he waves and smiles at the other.

“Also, I guess we prob’ly spoke on the chat thingy, but, nice to meetcha face to face. The name’s Ryuunosuke Sakakibara, SHSL Acrobat, but just call me Ryuu! Looks like you’re holdin’ out alright, dude.”

Isamu was a large user of metaphorical phrases, they were just fun to say. Sure, this current situation they found themselves in probably wasn’t the time to be using funny lines, but he needs to keep himself happy somehow, you know?

At the very least, Ryuu seemed to have guessed right. “True, but I think I like my old phone better.” He stated with a turn to face the acrobat.

Isamu had returned the wave with a small grin. “Good to meet ya, I’m Isamu Ueda, private investigator at your service.” Okay Ryuu was certainly a familiar name in this area, it was all over the chat. “I’m doing fine externally, right now I am just planning a possible method of escape.”