Stuck in the Meiji Era with no way to return, Raidou has begun to lay down roots in his new timeline. He works as a young private detective, running his operations out of a western style restaurant where he keeps a booth perpetually booked out to use as his office. He is often consulted on strange cases with suspected supernatural elements, though 99% of the time it turns out it is just a con artist with some new technology. Rarely though there is a job that involves a very real supernatural element, and with his past experience as a devil summoner he is able to effectively handle events involving the spectral realm.
He has found a steady flow of income from the Imperial Court to work as a sort of liaison officer serving as an independent third party investigator between cases stretching between both Japan and England. But these cases are rare, and he is scarcely required to ever leave the shores of the capital on official business; leaving him to pursue his own ventures while being paid a retainer fee by the Japanese government.
Sherlock, visually pleased encounting a person who graced him with an easy experience – converse with, declare aloud his famous title without a grimace in demeanor perceived on the younger man’s countenance as if they weren’t strangers from the very beginning. ❛ Based on your assumption, he sounds like a criminal mastermind, not all too surprising he would know how to cunningly avoid being apprehended. ❜ For a great detective, not that he was any better and without doubt had his own slip ups, surely shared scarce events to where he was unable to catch certain criminals and they ended up getting away, delaying the timing their crimes ought to be brought to light. So.. a search case – ?
Sherlock was a little iffy accepting these types of cases – having to wonder in the midst of roaming almost aimlessly for there was no absolute lead he could pursue, but if it were the probable whereabouts of a grand criminal, same principle regardless, Sherlock sought to make no compliant evident. Photograph in hand, he intensely scruitized for any distinguishing characteristics; this photo, depicted by its tint, was seemingly old. Have it be a younger variation of the suspect’s person or the latest didn’t matter, as long as it was the same person and arguably whether Sherlock himself had any moment crossing paths with them, silence prolonged for a span of 30 seconds before shifting his gaze back up to met with the fellow detective’s.
❛ – I gather you have evidence to come into believe the person you’re pursuing has seeked secluded solace here? I can’t say for myself I had ever met nor seen him around these parts, but surely could do well with progress presenting it before a selective lot and see if they would have any idea. ❜
“Far be it from me to proclaim someone a mastermind, but I can tell you he is slippery.”
Raidou had his fair share of dealings with the man in his own time, he knew that he wasn’t particularly smart, but he knew his way around the underworld and that made him a difficult target. All he knew about his current whereabouts was that he escaped to London during his youth after his debut crime spree, before returning to Tokyo to cause enough trouble to warrant the summoner’s trip to the Meiji era.
“Don’t let the quality of the photograph fool you, that is his current appearance. It was just obtained in... Less than orthodox methods lets say.” Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, Raidou remembered the files he had recieved on his target before leaving. With haste he opened up his pocket notebook, preparing to recite its contents. “As he is now, the suspect is making use of an alias; Jonathan Winchester. He is of Japanese decent, and is suspected of grand larceny against the Imperial Bank of Japan.”
Peaking up from his notes, he noticed he had yet to introduce himself to the man assisting him. “Ah, forgive me, I never introduced myself: I am Raidou Kuzunoha, of the Narumi Detective Agency. As this case has crossed the oceans and settled in London, we have been sent in lieu of government investigators as to not cause a stir.”
Ah… Too – logically, that would apply this lone individual was a detective himself. ❛ To be more precise, a Great Detective. But yes. ❜ Why he felt inclined to add a meaningless addition? – well, technically not all that meanless to himself personally. Moving along, he was piqued to hear one needed his ingenious mind for a case? Not given the basics of what to anticipate, he had to silently ponder a tad over what could it before inquerying.
❛ Naturally, I couldn’t agree more. If you don’t mind me asking before the proceedings are underway; what sort of case is it? ❜
“Of course,”
By now Raidou had grown used to working with an ego, his time running errends for his mentor trained him for that. But still, he gave a shallow bow, an informal show of respect to the man’s self proclaimed greatness. Whether or not he should reveal his true intentions for the investigation however, was another matter. There was nothing preventing him from admitting the truth, that he had turned back time 30 years to gather evidence on a case long turned cold, but for simplicity’s sake he kept the details scarce.
“I’ve traveled a long way in search of a man,” he quickly pulled out a photograph, stained yellow with age, airing it out before handing it over to the detective. “I suspect he’s committed terrible crimes, but he has evaded capture thus far.”
While he would be hard pressed to refer to himself as a detective, it was the official job description set upon him by his cover in the capital. And while it was unnecessary for him to refer to himself as such during his ventures to the past, it was easier than explaining his true profession.
“Might I ask for your assistance in a case then? Two heads are better than one so they say.”
He’d heard mumbling of this man in his own time, a young lawyer who helped build up the legal system to its ‘current’ state. Though he’d not dare inform him of his future, lest he invoke punishment of those who mediated over the summoner’s travels through time.
“Your sword, it’s a quality blade. Where’d you get it made?”