#verse:bizarre

[wanderinghellkitten]

@johnny-writes

12:27. Just past midday. Hailey’s sitting in her office, tucking the remnants of her lunch away. Her expression is one of irritation and anger. The cause of this is sitting on her desk.

Rei grins, dropping her hat onto Hailey’s head for what seems like the millionth time. She puts a finger on her chin, examining it like an artist, before shaking her head and plucking the fedora off the angry police detective.

“You know, I’m getting mighty sick of having to wipe your slate clean,” Hailey growls. “It’d be much easier for the higher-ups to do it instead of getting me to.”

“Ah, but orders are orders, dear Kitten.”

“I consider this my unofficial punishment for getting involved with you.”

“Really? I thought having to spend time with me was your punishment for getting involved with me?” Rei paused to gasp in mock surprise. “Unless you actually enjoy my company?”

“Drop dead.”

The private detective chuckled, putting her hat onto Hailey’s head, and whipping it off again.

“So when’s the kid arriving?” she asked.

“Marcos? He should be...” Hailey paused to check her watch. “...half an hour. I’ve instructed the front desk to let him through as soon as he arrives.”

“Hmmm... Well, that’s 30 minutes of me-and-you time, Kitten. So, about that clean slate...”

[wanderinghellkitten]

✉️ (for Marcos, for a scenario he uses Marya to escape)

A letter:

To: Marcos Grzbowski 

I find it rather interesting that you have managed to escape this present situation. My superiors inform me that you have returned to Brazil. My superiors also gave me hell for letting you get away, but that hardly matters to me.

I am writing to inform you that the Speedwagon Foundation is rather displeased with your rapid escape. They wish for me to inform you that it is unlikely you will be receiving any further scholarship grants for them. I myself am feeling rather sympathetic to your situation; being dragged into the world of Stands is hardly a pleasant one. However, it remains truth that you acted perhaps a little too hastily. I am told that given a few more weeks, they might have considered letting you leave.

I also need to inform you, on a personal level, that an operation has drawn Rei’s attention to Brazil. While this matter is not connected to me by any means and I am, dare I say it, pleased that she has left the UK, I feel compelled to forewarn you.

Good grief,- Hailey Clarion, Police Detective

[wanderinghellkitten]

@uncorruptedchampion

A planet sized hangover and a lot of confusion do not usually deter Hailey, but in this case she sat on it for a few days. It was only the following week, when she saw a familiar midget head of silver hair, that she decided to pursue the matter any further.

“Nero! Wait, Nero! I need to talk to you!”

[wanderinghellkitten]

“If that doctor persists with behaving in yet more deviant ways, I may have to introduce him to the muzzle of my desert eagle...”

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@uncorruptedchampion

Just go buy the groceries, they said. We can’t spare anyone else, they said. Dammit, why did they have to send the one person who can’t speak Japanese to go pick up groceries while in Japan?

Hailey props one foot on a nearby rock, covers her scowl by pressing her right wrist against her mouth, and takes another look at the shopping list. It’s pretty simple, but she has no idea how to say any of this stuff. Morioh’s a nice town, no mistake, and working for the Speedwagon Foundation sometimes feels like a paid holiday with a few risks and errands here and there, but damn...she wishes she could speak the language.

Maybe there’s someone nearby who can give her a hand? Although Japanese people are not known for being able to pronounce English in an understandable way...

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“It might not be quite my place to act, but I am more than happy to arrest any doctors who violate the Hippocratic Oath. I can usually think of something to charge them with...”

- Police Detective Hailey, who totally doesn’t make up charges just to detain people

[wanderinghellkitten]

“Why should it matter if she happens to be a little bit shorter than the average person? What I like about her are her glowing personality and - admittedly - her cute looks. If she were taller, it would change none of these things.”

Hailey very carefully avoids mentioning a name here...just in case any undesirables are listening in.

[wanderinghellkitten]

((Open starter for Bizarre verse. Setting: the real world.))

Saturday morning. The air outside is crisp, frosty, but not quite uncomfortable. For a certain police detective, this is perfect weather for a stroll. And...well, not point in not mixing some training in as well, right?

Hailey finds herself in a nice secluded corner in the park. The next part could cause a lot of misunderstandings if someone sees her. Nothing completely inexplicable, but still.....

From her bag, she pulls out a glass and fills it with water. After only a second of hesitation, she turns the glass upside down, focusing her Hamon into the fingertips of her left hand. The water stays inside. So far, so good. Hailey turns the glass the right way up again. Alright, now for the hard part.

She dips her left index finger into the glass, and her brows knit together into a frown of concentration. Slowly, focusing her Hamon, she pulls the entire body of water out of the glass. It resembles nothing so much as a big, wobbly, clear jelly on her finger. After a moment or two, the water stabilises.

And now...for the really hard part. Hailey’s expression doesn’t change, and her Hamon breathing remains steady, but her heart is pounding. Slowly,. she pokes the metal prosthetic of her right hand into the water. One finger. And here...she falters. Her prosthetic hand conducts Hamon just fine, but it’s much harder to control and manipulate. Maybe this is a bad idea...

[wanderinghellkitten]

¥ for Marcos

           Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:          

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10Would they date them: yes | noFavorite thing about them: “Helpful. Very cooperative.”Least favorite thing about them: “Well, in the end someone his age is still just a boy, no matter how mature he might seem. There are certain times when I sense that emotion is clouding his head unnecessarily.“

[wanderinghellkitten]

Meta~N sends a picture.

   "Metaaaaaa~N! Impressed by your lesbianism, I come bearing gifts. Is this what you desire?“ She shows this picture.

“Ahem... Well, it certainly seems to be an...outfit.”

Hailey isn’t answering that question. She’s not complaining either. And for once she’s too distracted to retort to the rest of that statement. Maybe she’s too flustered; she is definitely blushing, after all. Have her eyes wandered, perhaps?

[wanderinghellkitten]

“Since the word ‘Hamon’ seems to confuse people, maybe I should refer to it by its other name instead.......”

[wanderinghellkitten]

“Hamon is good for your health. So are waffles.”

[wanderinghellkitten]

“Note to self: gin, beer, and high schoolers should not mix...”

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✪✪✪✪ (Marcos)

✪✪✪✪= You’re okay

“......Thank you for cooperating with the investigation.....”

[wanderinghellkitten]

One day, after the schools had let out, Hailey would hear a knocking on her door. No words, just a few knocks and a patient silence.

A soft sigh. Ah, what is it now? It was meant to be her afternoon off...more bloody Speedwagon business, no doubt. Nobody else would ever come to visit her...

Running a hand through her admittedly scruffier-than-usual hair, the police detective tucks her Japanese cheat sheet into her pocket just in case. These days she doesn’t need it as much any more; even though her pronunciation is no good, she’s at least mostly understandable now.

A brief pause at the door, with her hand on the doorknob.... Ah, why the hell not? A twist, a click, pull, and the door’s open.

“Yes?” she says softly in Japanese, just in case.

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@johnny-writes, for Marcos

2 in the morning. 2 in the bloody morning. What...what exactly was the damn deputy thinking, calling her at 2 in the morning to ‘interrogate’ some kid they hauled in to do with a case that was resolved ages ago? Was it absolutely necessary to call in a plainclothes police detective specifically for this? And... Just her luck, she’s the only one available on short notice.

Alright. Coat: straightened out. Necktie: definitely not crooked. Trousers: freshly ironed..... Ah, this is the pair she wanted to wear to her academy visit the other day but couldn’t due to scheduling problems...

Her eyes have dark circles under them. She hasn’t slept properly in too long. And her irritation at being woken so late has done nothing good to her expression. A vague halo of glowing, yellow light envelopes her, and sparks crackle around her hands as she pushes her Hamon to make herself look more imposing.

She marches deftly into the interrogation room and, even though she was too sleepy to actually read the file they’d given her, still manages to look imperious and in charge. She utters a single word, glancing across the table at the (honestly harmless-looking) young man they’d pulled in.

“Well?”