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Post By The Hooded Hood Thu Dec 09, 2004 at 10:08:28 pm EST |
Subject Yuki's Grave Welcome to Gothametropolis York Originally State Of The Art (formerly known as "Yuki Intro) - yep, it's now completed, and there's a Q&A at the end! |
In Reply To Anime Jason Thu Dec 09, 2004 at 01:51:11 am EST |
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| Here’s a little welcome-to-Yuki scene that Jason’s welcome to continue or ignore. If any of the Yuki bits seem off feel free to amend them too. I just felt it behoved us to provide the newcomer with at least one client… Yuki Shiro leaped over the high spiked boundary fence and landed noiselessly in the long grass of the neglected All-Saints Cemetery. She refined her night vision to distinguish any heat forms in the dark wet boneyard, but there was only one, and the cigarette he was smoking would have been visible even to the human eye. Yuki still moved cautiously, checking the grass for tripwires or other traps. Most potential clients didn’t ask for midnight meetings in abandoned graveyards, and Yuki’s naturally suspicious nature accounted in good part for her still being around. The man by the old Pierce mausoleum was five feet ten, a hundred and seventy pounds, and he had a slight wheeze, probably from the cheap cigarettes he was chain smoking. He’d been there for some time judging by the seven stubs at his feet. When she was as satisfied as she could be, Yuki stroke out of the shadows and called out to him. “Hey! Are you Barnett Drago?” The man jumped, dropping his cigarette. “Er, no!” he stammered nervously. “I’m Bernie Tollman! C-call me Bernie.” He stared at the lithe purple-haired samurai before him. “And don’t hurt me.” “He’s just an actor,” said a strange voice from the darkness of the overhanging mausoleum. “You can go now, Mr Tollman.” Yuki swing round, but there was no heat source where the voice had come from. Even so, two men shuffled out towards her. Bernie Tollman took one last look at the purple-haired private detective, a second glance at the old men in their ragged robes, and fled for his life. “We just hired him so you’d show up,” the second of the strangers explained to the wary and battle-ready Yuki Shiro. “I’m Barnett Drago.” “Really?” Yuki answered, still prepared for combat. “You don’t look like him. Admittedly, newspaper photographs of corpses don’t do a person justice, but I’m pretty sure he was taller and blacker than you are.” “Ah,” the first stranger sighed. “I suppose we should have expected that the young lady would have come prepared. And if she wasn’t the sort of person to do proper background research we’d hardly have bothered seeking her out, would we?” Yuki wasn’t picking up pulses on either man. Either they had world class stealth equipment or they weren’t alive. “You want to tell me what’s going on?” she demanded. “Who you are and what you are? Before I get irritable?” “Of course,” nodded the stranger who didn’t claim to be Tollman. “I’m the Abyssal Greye, and I’m a ghoul. This is my associate, and these days he’s mostly Barnett Drago.” Yuki considered her options, but mainly she was curious. “Go on.” “We Gothametropolis Ghouls have the ability to absorb the knowledge and personality of those whose brains we devour,” the Abyssal went on. “That new character overlays itself on those we’ve consumed before, and if it’s strong enough it even becomes dominant for a while until everything settles down again. That’s why my colleague here is currently Barnett Drago.” “You ate Barnett Drago’s brain?” “It was in my will,” the other ghoul protested. “Well, it said my brain went to medical science, but I knew the Scholar-Ghouls would consume it and I could join their college. That way they could benefit from my lifetime of research as a military historian and I could continue my studies beyond the grave.” “I… see. And you’re the people who want to hire a PI?” “Yes. Forgive the ruse with our actor friend from the agency. We felt you might not show yourself if one of us was waiting for you.” The Abyssal Greye looked anxiously from his watery red eyes at the cyborgs detective. “You’re not prejudiced about working for dead people are you?” “Is your money good?” “As long as you’ll accept gold coins, yes.” “Then tell me what you need and I’ll tell you if I’ll do it.” “That’s simple,” Drago told Yuki. “I’d like you to find out who murdered me.” Continued by MangaJason with Part Two
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