Gone Fishing! Pt.2 [Case File 32 - Side Mission]

The tall and well built man stood before the river, contemplating if he should even be doing this shit again, last time was a disaster. He had hired extra hands for no good reason, waste of his resources.

"What a pain..."

Trinity had walked to the gathering place mentioned on the request and as she arrived she spotted someone standing there, she wondered if this was the person she was supposed to meet here for the request and so she walked over to the man who seemed to be talking to himself and as she drew closer she heard him muttering about something, waiting a moment she then gently spoke "Hello there, are you mister Blaez Wynter?" she asked as she looked up at the taller man her unblinking gaze fixed on him.

In a case of cyclical history suddenly the hat atop Blaez's head would begin to rustle and shake wildly, contorting as if something was moving inside of it, or perhaps as if the hat itself were a living being. A small dog would dive out of the headwear and land in front of the unaware biologist before looking up to him with its malicious gaze concealed by a dark pair of stylish and expensive sunglasses. "Alright you little baka gaijin shit, I'm back to save your sorry lazy ass from being fired from the sad and pathetic thing you call a career. I can smell the impending condescension, but I don't care, I will literally destroy you and everyone you love. You are but one penny in the Tsurinai family treasury and all that you cherish and hold dear is mine by proxy; I have captured literal clown terrorists and I will not be denied my rightful reward as a master fisherwoman, so if I can't catch one of these fake ass fish then I swear with the heavens as my witness that I will drive you and your fraudulent conspiracy against fishermen into the deepest depths of court, wherein all your wealth and worldly goods shall be consumed and added to the everexpanding trove of treasure resting on the shores of glorious Japan. You may not understand my words, but you must know in your heart that this cannot continue and that I will kill gods if need be in order to cast you down into the dust should you cross me." Azami spoke as ominous Latin music played in the background somewhere at a frequency only dogs like her could hear. Of course, this dramatic anime speech would only translate into a mere few barks for the man and the girl who had just approached him, which was precisely why she was so confident in giving it... Not that it'd actually matter if he could truly understand her. After all, she had taken down T. What had this guy done? Write a research paper? Pfft. No one would believe his word against hers.

Normally she might transfer some documents to him, but he'd find there were already under his hat resting atop his head, a well-written letter apologizing for her previous failure and flattering him in great detail and blah blah blah blah he'd probably just toss it in the trash can anyway at this point. Whatever the case, Azami (and her impeccable stealth skills) were ready. This time these fish would meet their doom; she would capture them just as she had captured terrorists and the occasional stick thrown across the yard. Blaez would have nothing to fear, unless he cheated at which point Azami would surely follow through on her prior threats, which she definitely would be capable of and interested in doing. what the fuck is this post this really isn't helping my case is it

"Indeed." Another shy teenager, nothing out of the ordinary as far as he was concerned, save for the heterochromia. Good. He'd hate if he had to deal with those smart asses who are just in for the money and are disrespectful. He sighed and then added. "Have you ever went fishing before? If not best way is through practice." And with that he'd hand her a fishing rod and a couple of baits. Seeing as no one else was showing up he was ready to start it until...

Azami jumped out of his head... somehow... He felt a surge of anger for having a fucking dog touch his hat but he simply groaned while fixing it on his head. Then it came a torrent of barks at him, he had no idea what was the meaning out of that noise, but he could feel ruthlessness and inhumanity dripping from it. He stared it down and he felt compelled to say "Maybe if you was as good at fishing as you were at bitching we wouldn't have to do this again, freak." but it was just a dog. Why did he felt such tension coming from it...?

"Lets get this going..."

Taking her fishing rod she nods to the man having read a bit about the job she then simply walked to the shore "We hope We catch something to help your work" she said as she cast her line out.

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