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Magical Detective Ayase Yue; Someone had to write it
Topic Started: May 28 2012, 11:34 PM (1,779 Views)
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Huh. OpenOffice and Firefox both seem to think it's a word. Cassandra probably wouldn't, though. Thanks.
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... apparently I am wrong. Dictionary.com lists barbarianism as a word (technically, as a related form of "barbarian") but I still think either of the ones I gave you are more appropriate.
"Hello! I'm Rurin, the Magical Mouse! My favorite food is cheese! My favorite pastimes are tormenting cats and facilitating romance! I have the power to bind the souls of guys who mistreat women to the depths of hell and subject them to everlasting karmic suffering! Isn't that cute? Pleased to meet you!" -- Rurin, the Magical Mouse, Magical Patissiere Kosaki-chan.
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Nice one!

(Yes, I'm late)

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Tiger kid?

Also, we all know that Shirabe prevented further incidents from occurring before steam could be built.
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Yes I am. I said I would, and I hate going back on my word. IANCE, you pustulating whoreson, I am going to find you when this is over. They will make a torture porn movie about your death, and they will have to tone it down to maintain suspension of disbelief.

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There there. Go do evil things in the name of the government to feel better.


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Tora is a common Japanese name for cats, and -ko is a common ending for feminine names. Also I shamelessly stole it from Nerima's planned catgirl!Kotaro, which I maybe should have asked Teeth for permission for. Eh, better to beg forgiveness, I guess.

I'm not sure if I'll bring her back or not. On the one hand, the detective having a love interest who is alive, present, and trustworthy rather goes against the grain. On the other hand, they were on opposite sides earlier and could have plenty of good-old-fashioned personality clashes. If I did bring her back, I'd have to figure out what interest or talent got her a time-slowing hourglass.
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Just a note -- Lindsey Davis' Falco novels (about a private investigator in 1st century Rome that employs a lot of traditional mystery tropes) lampshaded that tendency in the first book -- and as of the most recent, he's still happily married to the woman he met in it.
"Hello! I'm Rurin, the Magical Mouse! My favorite food is cheese! My favorite pastimes are tormenting cats and facilitating romance! I have the power to bind the souls of guys who mistreat women to the depths of hell and subject them to everlasting karmic suffering! Isn't that cute? Pleased to meet you!" -- Rurin, the Magical Mouse, Magical Patissiere Kosaki-chan.
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For the record, Yue has all the makings of a succesful harem lead...
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Yes I am. I said I would, and I hate going back on my word. IANCE, you pustulating whoreson, I am going to find you when this is over. They will make a torture porn movie about your death, and they will have to tone it down to maintain suspension of disbelief.

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There there. Go do evil things in the name of the government to feel better.


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Oboy. Whee.

"I WON'T HAVE A HAREM!"
What is the point anymore?
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Yue probably would want to avoid having a harem, because she didn't really like being in a love triangle. I figure if she found herself with a harem, she'd latch onto the nearest girl and tell the rest to find someone else.

I think I'll be keeping Torako around, but I still need to figure out why she got a time artifact without being Chao. I'm open to suggestions there, hint hint.
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Since is too old to be displayed by the default, I suppose it's time I revived it.
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Jack Rakan was on fire and it wasn't my fault. No, the blame for that minor inconvenience to Ala Rubra's resident gorilla impersonator must go to the young ladies formerly of Cosmo Entelechia. They had insinuated themselves into the tail end of what had become Ala Alba's week-long reunion on a purported mission of goodwill and reconciliation. Their hostile immolation, vengeance for seven-year-old lechery, had failed to undermine that mission, or to excite more interest than the picture of the twins' daughters. The White Wing had developed quite refined palates for mayhem, especially after reaching the legal drinking age, and those dilettantes had lit a fire without bringing a single marshmallow.

Substandard hooliganism aside, the shindig was was going excellently. Enemy chattered gaily with former enemy, veteran warriors as carefree as the children they'd been when they first took up their weapons. Even grim Mana, already a hardened soldier when she could count her years on two hands, had a smile on her face. A profound peace descended upon me.

It was promptly broken when someone slipped an ice cube down my back.

Torako's excessive display of giggling struck me as entirely out of proportion to my perfectly reasonable reaction. “Nice leap, Yue. I guess you aren't an old lady after all. I was wondering, from the way you were sighing,” she said as she wiped some dampness off her hands. Dampness that might have come from, say, picking up an ice cube. Hypothetically.

“She's always kinda been like that,” said Nodoka from where she sat on my other side. “I think her first words were 'kids these days.'” She chuckled drunkenly to herself.

“It's called maturity,” I grumbled. “I have to have a lot of it to make up for all of you tittering children.”

“Maturity is important, but it's good to have fun sometimes too, don't you think?” asked someone who'd just arrived at our table. Negi Springfield. His face remained the perfect symbol of Beauty, the only Platonic ideal I'd ever personally witnessed. I could appreciate it better, now that he'd stopped giving me heart palpitations every time he came near. “Especially at a party.”

“You know what's fun? Not having ice cubes dropped down my back. It's like going to an amusement park every day.”

He laughed, and the world was a more luminous place for a moment. “Well, I know I was just talking about having fun, but I'm afraid I've got a favor to ask you, Yue.”

“Finding Anya for you, right?” I savored his look of surprise for a moment before continuing. “This Ala Alba/Ala Rubra reunion has expanded to include the people who kidnapped a member of both groups, yet here it is finally winding down and still there is no Anya. There is also no Fate, but you specifically announced that he'd begged off." And of course there was no Arika, since she was rather busy being a statue until Konoka worked out a cure. "Then you come over here to ask a favor of the person whose job description includes, among other things, finding missing people. I've been studying rocket science, and this isn't it.”

“All that makes me even more certain you're the right person for the job. Would you be willing to do it?”

“If you can get me to London and back, sure. Air fare's a lot of my money.”

“I'll pay for your plane tickets and your normal rates, of course. I couldn't ask you to do this for free.”

“Than this is business, not a favor. But thanks.”

“London?” interjected Torako, who looked like she'd been holding it in since I mentioned the name. “Can I come? I've always wanted to see London. Big Ben, Bakers Street, Abbey Road, over two hundred and forty museums!”

I felt my eyebrow lift. “You've always wanted to see a city in the Old World? I didn't think people back in the Magic World had even heard of Europe, much less London.”

“Fine. I've always wanted to see it since I found out it existed. It has Sherlock Holmes and over two hundred and forty museums, Yue.”

“I like you. Even if you helped the guy who killed my friends for a bit, you're cool. We should get drinks some time,” said Nodoka.

“I'd be happy to pay for another set of tickets,” said Negi.

“How about a third?” I asked. “You could come with us, Nodoka. I know you'd enjoy it.”

She started, looking oddly guilty. “I can't. Prior engagement. Sorry.” She let her hair fall in front of her eyes the way she'd worn it when we were young, like a few strands of keratin would keep the harshest part of the world at bay.

“Very well,” said Negi, looking a little concerned but unwilling to pry. “Two tickets it is. I'll have them for you tomorrow. Thank you very much, Yue. If you'll excuse me, it looks like Hakase's waving me over. I better go see what she wants.” With that he departed to shine his light elsewhere.

For my part, I was already preoccupied with Nodoka's odd reaction. What prior engagement could possibly make her respond that strongly? Torako looked from one of us to the other for a moment before standing up to go and saying, “Gosh, look at the time. I better go be out of earshot for a while. See you in a bit.”

Nodoka squirmed in the heat of my practiced level stare. Her alcohol-eroded will crumbled easily before my ability to keep my eyes pointed at one place. “It's something for Konoka. She asked me not to tell anybody. It's too sensitive for the attention it'll get if someone like Negi or an Ariadne graduate gets involved. She mentioned an Ariadne graduate specifically.”

Not exactly planning a surprise party, then. “So what exactly is so sensitive?”

Nodoka took a deep breath and a swig of liquid courage before leaning towards my ear and expelling the secret in a gust of hot breath. “The petrified Arika is a fake. The real one's been kidnapped somehow.”
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The plane trip to London gave me plenty of time to brood as Torako napped. Arika's absence had been the elephant in the room at the reunion, although some of my less cautious comrades might have partaken in enough of the hard stuff to see another kind of elephant. For all they loved him and had passed on some remarkably auspicious genes, Negi had the luck of a thousand broken mirrors when it came to parents. Some poor souls were simply orphans, and able to grieve and move on. My dear teacher, on the other hand, had lived most of his days with the ones who gave him life almost close enough for his reaching fingers to grasp. His long-sought father, once discovered, was the thrall and puppet of a mage so old and powerful to be more akin to a senile force of nature, and his mother was the victim of the same just-maybe-curable-some-day mineral affliction that ravaged his village. Even with his sire restored to freedom, and more recently, health, it was a miracle Negi remained functional and apparently happy. Nobody wanted to find out if the miracle stood up to the pressure of reminders about Arika's condition, let alone news that mother dear had been absconded with.

At least the unknown malefactor or malefactors had left us a lead while trying to cover their tracks. Geology and earth magic were never among my stronger suits, but I'd researched enough to know that petrified folk turn into a specific kind of rock, and it ain't exactly common gravel. Globetrotting Nodoka could travel to areas where Arika-sized chunks of the stuff had been removed recently and snoop around without raising the suspicions of any but the most paranoid.

Granted, “the most paranoid” was an apt description of the sort of people who could kidnap beloved, statuesque Ostian royalty and replace her with a decoy that fooled all and sundry who didn't examine it with Konoka's healing arts. Not much to be done about that.

The potential from Bookshop's mission finally exhausted, I turned my brood to the job I was actually supposed to be doing. There wasn't much to go over. Once Anya had discarded her bizarre mammary-based morality, we'd both determined we had little in common and had had little correspondence since. Her lack of communication could be due to being distracted by hedonistic excess that would impress a Roman emperor, monastic vows of silence and hermitage, or just forgetting to charge her phone and check her mail. I simply didn't know enough about who she was and who she'd become to say which was more likely.

Fortunately, the plane landed before I could get bored and make any truly extravagant hypotheses. “Wake up, Torako. If you don't stop drooling all over my nice shirt I'll send you back to Japan in the luggage.”

“Ung. Mmf. You wouldn't be that mean. Not after I did that whole excited thing about getting to see the city,” she said muzzily as she returned from dreamland.

“I'd send some postcards back with you. It'd be just like you were there.”
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And finally I finish up the first chapter in the new arc, and can put off titling the chapter no longer. Let's go with In Which a Journey Begins.
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Torako wisely chose not to test her hypothesis about the limits of my cruelty, and we disembarked without incident. Explosions failed to appear, enemies refrained from ambushing, and cryptic warnings unaccountably declined to be uttered by suspicious strangers. Either this excursion was going to be as uneventful as picking up milk from a store a continent away, or the other shoe was going to drop at terminal velocity.

Anya's apartment was located a brisk walk from the airport, making it easy for her to set up where spendthrift tourists would see her. Applying percussion to her door and accompanying it with entreaties to reveal herself produced no Anya, but did produce her rather agitated landlady, trying to be subtle about the steak knife she was holding. She calmed down considerably upon identifying us as well-groomed, polite young ladies who fit the picture of the concerned friends we claimed to be better than vicious hooligans or the kind of debt collectors who wield baseball bats and significant pauses. It transpired that about three weeks ago, Anya had paid her rent for the next six months and entered a state of most uncharacteristic hermitage. Her friends and neighbors were getting very worried, especially given the fact that she had made no evident attempt to stock up on food for her seclusion. The arrival of Torako and myself became the catalyst to unlock her door for a mass check on her. As a practicing detective, I claimed and received the right to the front of the crowd in case there was something unexpected and dire.

The moment when the door swung open demanded a sinister creak. Alas, the hinges were criminally well-maintained, and the only sound that accompanied their movement was some affronted bird caterwauling. The world simply has no sense of drama. The room beyond the drearily silent door had the lights off and the curtain drawn, so it took those without night vision heightened by magic potion or feline genetics a moment to adjust. I, however, immediately took in the dust of roughly five weeks' stillness, the disorder that fell well within the parameters of “no struggle, just messiness,” and, of course, the life-size stone Anya in the middle of the room.

That extra moment of clarity gave me the time I needed to think up a cover story for the mundanes. It started with me giving out a great “Ha!” that made the general populace jump. “Oh man, you gotta be kidding me,” I continued, striding to the statue and breaking off a piece of the hair. “This thing's solid stone, look! I thought some of my old classmates were the masters at playing silly buggers, but not even they smuggled in a solid stone statue! That's some serious dedication. Did one of you put her up to it?” There was a general no-ness from the throng. “Ah well, wherever she is, it must be exactly where she wants to be. A solid stone statue, I can't believe it. She'll no doubt pop up as soon as she decides the joke's over.”

After checking bedroom and bath, the gathering dispersed with general good cheer. After all, Anya may have been impulsive and a mite odd, but she'd been taking care of herself just fine for getting close to a decade now. No reason to assume the worst. As soon as we were out of earshot, Torako spoke up. “You're going to need an explanation to those poor people about why the joke never ends.”

“Not planning on that.”

She raised one onyx eyebrow. “Konoka's that close, huh? Then you'll need an explanation for Anya about why you messed up her hair.”

“Not planning on that, either.” I passed her the chunk of stone hair. She gave it a moment of puzzled examination before gasping in shock and nearly dropping it. Torako knew as well as I did: petrified creatures are more detailed than the finest works of art. With the right equipment, you can see the individual lithic cells. On the side of the hair piece that had been connected to the rest, we should have been able to see the broken-off ends of individual hairs. Instead, the rock looked like any other bit of vandalized statue. Our Anya, like our Arika, was a fake.
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"Hello! I'm Rurin, the Magical Mouse! My favorite food is cheese! My favorite pastimes are tormenting cats and facilitating romance! I have the power to bind the souls of guys who mistreat women to the depths of hell and subject them to everlasting karmic suffering! Isn't that cute? Pleased to meet you!" -- Rurin, the Magical Mouse, Magical Patissiere Kosaki-chan.
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And a new chapter begins.
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In Which There is a Name of Significance

I had never given any thought to how one would go about counterfeiting a petrified body. This was clearly an oversight on my part. A detective who cannot recognize and counter the most audacious schemes a criminal can conceive of is no more than a buffoon for a phantom thief to toy with. I did remember that the petrified were always transformed into the same variety of rock, of which we had a sample shaped like a lock of hair. Torako and I pooled our geological knowledge and came to the ironclad conclusion that the variety in question was most definitely grey.

Geology never struck me as a particularly interesting or relevant subject.

I missed my artifact deeply at that moment.

Nodoka was doubtlessly working with more specific information. Nevertheless, it seemed prudent to gather whatever leads we could at what was probably the scene of one or more crimes. To do that, I would need a pretense to tell Anya's mundane friends (the ones who hadn't wandered off, at least) about why I was gathering data to help track down their favorite fortune-teller. Fortunately, I had a cunning solution.

“Can any of you tell us anything that could help track down your favorite fortune-teller? If she hasn't popped up yet, I guess she must have gone off on vacation somewhere and just left the statue behind for some reason. I tell you, I'm going to give her such a piece of my mind when I find her. There wasn't even a note!”

My solution netted me a great torrent of facts and suppositions, which boiled down to a whole lot of nothing useful. Anya traveled little, even within the city. She mentioned her hometown in Wales occasionally, usually to compare it unfavorably to busy, sheep-free London. She spoke passionately and rather frequently about the far-off town of Mahora, the one place we could be most certain she was not. Torako and I heard manifold repetitions on that theme until we finally came to Anya's landlady, the final local to be questioned.

“This is cruel of you,” she said.

“Beg pardon?” I replied.

“I'm not blind, and I'm not stupid. I may not know much about magic, but when someone involved with that sort of thing vanishes and there's a life-size statue of them in their room, I don't think they went on any vacation. And I figure if you could do anything about someone being turned to stone, you'd do it instead of wasting your time asking where she might have gone.”

“I expect anyone in the know would come to about the same conclusion, and you'd all be wrong together. The statue is simply carved stone, and Anya is at large somewhere.”

“You mean someone actually went to the trouble of... Are you kidding me? Have you ever heard of Occam's Razor?”

“Yes ma'am. My grandfather told me about it. Years later, I found out that one of my classmates, who I thought was just a scientific genius, was a time-traveling Martian warrior-mage from another dimension. The insights that floored the quantum mechanics geeks at the university probably came from her textbooks. Still a genius, though, because she would have read those books as a preteen at the latest. Oh, and she might be Martian royalty. She's certainly descended from it, but I'm not sure if she's close enough to count.

“Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that sometimes the hoofbeats are horses, but sometimes they're zebra-striped unicorns, and more than once I've seen them turn out to be dogs with coconut shells on their feet.”

The landlady, whose name I realized I still hadn't gotten, executed a facepalm that Chisame would have approved of. “And I thought the world got weird when I found out there was real magic in it. Does-does Anya know about all these things?”

I was about to reply that she did, and about the robots and ninjas and whatever Sakurako was, too, but Torako beat me to the punch. “Because of, er, circumstances, I never got to know Ms. Cocolova very well, but I saw her courage and resilience in dire straits when she was just ten years old. And I've seen her allies defy gods, steal souls back from death, and walk away from paradise to continue the fight. Wherever she is, whatever state she's in, whoever's behind this, we'll bring her back safe and sound. I swear it.”

Well. That seemed more reassuring than the response I was going to give. Admittedly, squawking like a chicken might be more reassuring than my plan of listing more things that could threaten Anya. Anyway, the important thing was that the landlady was actually smiling now.

“Well then. I suppose I had better tell you after all,” she said. Wonder of wonders, would canvassing the neighborhood actually turn out to be useful? “Anya's fortune-telling didn't involve astrology, did it?”

I shrugged. “I never studied the field myself, but I don't believe so.”

“You see, a few weeks ago, not long before she locked herself in her room, I overheard her muttering to herself about Aries. I asked her if she'd taken up stargazing, and she jumped about a foot and said she had no idea what I was talking about. I didn't press her because I figured it couldn't be that important, but now... I know it probably won't be any use, but any bit helps, right?”

“Cryptic words and phrases are a great detective's meat and drink. I'm sure we'll use it to crack the case.”
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A pair of quick phone calls told me firstly that I could merge my investigations with Nodoka's on a certain Grecian island, and that Negi would be perfectly willing to foot the bill for more plane tickets. At least it was a quicker trip this time. Torako came with me, on the grounds that it would be boring to go touristing about without anyone she knew.

Given the fact that Nodoka and I had had a weeklong, heartfelt reunion just a day or two ago, we elected to go straight to business once we were all settled in the hotel. Once Torako and I got Nodoka up to speed, she returned the favor.

“Like you've already realized, you need a very specific type of rock if you want to fake a petrified person and not have everyone from the magical world thinking something looks off about it. I'll be happy to get into the absolutely fascinating science behind it, but for now let me just assure that the only place you can get large enough unbroken pieces to carve life size statues out of is right on this island.” Nodoka's businesslike look turned into a slight smile. “As a side note, it's a bit disappointing, but it turns out the rock's sedimentary, not metamorphic.”

Given how long ago and desultorily I studied geology, it took me a beat before I chuckled. Torako just continued cocking her head and looking adorably confused. “...Okay, ” she said, “I'm going to assume this would be funny if I knew what those words meant.”

Nodoka looked flustered as she tried to explain. “Uh, you see, there are three types of rock, and metamorphic is one of them, and that's rock that's been changed by heat and pressure, and petrification obviously changes people, so, uh, pun...”

Torako let her head drop. “Both of you really need to get out more.”

“We've both travelled across two worlds. Heck, Nodoka's job is to go exploring places.”

“I ain't saying it'll be easy.”

Nodoka coughed lightly. “Anyway. Let's get back to business. The only people taking out large enough blocks of rock are working for one of three corporations: Aegis Kai Doru, the Cheiron Group, or, ” she paused with a big grin, “a certain Zodiac Inc. I haven't had the chance to investigate any of them much, but if Anya's been going on about western zodiac signs, we know exactly who to go after.”

“Excellent, ” said Torako. “We'll need codenames and, of course, masks if we're going to be breaking into places and fighting people in a country with laws against that sort of thing. You know my group went with artifact-based ones, but calling both of you Book wouldn't really work.”

Nodoka and I exchanged a look of surprise. We both knew that the weak artificial bodies the Fatettes had been put in were part of their sentence, the equivalent of confiscating a triggerman's gun collection. “Wait a second, ” I said. “'We'? When were you planning on telling me you learned to transform that body? Or did you somehow break the restrictions on channeling ki or mana through it? Very impressive, in any case.”

“Yue, I didn't do any of that. I don't need to. Do you think your Ku Fei needs to use ki to be useful? Or Tatsumiya needs to use her demon half? I've spent the last seven years training this punishment of a body to its limit, and I got these, ” and she pulled a pair of long-bladed, glossy black knives from some hidden pocket or sheath on her back, “through three airports without getting caught, so I think I'm better than dead weight. It's not like this is the first time I've done something like this.”

Nodoka and I exchanged another look, with somewhat less surprise and rather more regard. She raised an eyebrow; I knew the catgirl better, so the final decision was up to me. “All right. You're in. Still, I've got something I'd like you both to have with you just in case.” I dug in my beg for a small bottle of what looked like black marbles with bits of wire coming off of them. “These are some flares I made. They pack quite a punch, so you shouldn't need more than one at a time. If we get separated and you need help, just light the fuse and toss it in the air, and the other two should see or hear it. If something happens to me, I'll be sure to do much the same with a spell.”

“Bring lots of rope, too, ” piped up Nodoka. “Silk, hemp, wire, whatever you can get. In the library and the ruins, I've run short of rope plenty of times, but I've never had too much. Now, about those codenames...”
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