Paranoid Investigation [Drug Bust Case File #38 Mission]

It was such a quiet night as the moonlight gently graced the expansive grasslands of the East Eden district. There was peace, or at least some kind of semblance of it. But it was going to be a shame that what was going to happen tonight was anything, but peaceful. Raidou walked through the down-trodden path that wound through the fields as Gotou followed after her. Being a Kuzunoha initially stationed inside the City, it took her a while to reach an empty clearing once set aside for crop fields. Yet it has fallen fallow, to be untouched.

Raidou watched the clock tower ticking away in the abandoned university that was still a considerable distance away with dead trees masking her presence. All it took was a stroll through the empty field and the dead trees to enter the maw that promised chaos. She would be lying if she didn't feel any tension keeping her spine crawling and her shoulders taut with tension.  Footsteps would soon accompany her from behind. "Didn't think you'd actually come. You sure you want to be here for this? Could always leave it to your Senpai to handle everything."


"Is that why you hired lackeys to do your dirty work? I don't know, maybe you should sit back and cozy up in your comfy office and leave it to a professional, slim." Geirin haughtily replied as he smirked and leisurely leaned against the rotting tree. The derision oozed from his words and from his posture. She was nothing more than a newcomer who was still wet behind her ears and still carrying around that revered title of Raidou Kuzunoha. Sure, she might be suited for the job upon passing those trials. Yet, it didn't erase the fact that all of these responsibilities were unjustly thrust upon her and not to someone who really knew what he was doing.


"Enough, Geirin. We have work to do and we all have our way of carrying it out." Gouto hissed in displeasure at this relentless needling. As much as the current successor was still green, all this pettiness was getting in the way of their work.  And with lives involved, no one can afford to distract and to piss around wasting everyone's time. With the glowering aimed at him, the Kuzunoha gave a nonchalant shrug and simply closed his eyes, finally leaving Raidou alone.  

She heaved a small sigh before looking back towards the path she took, hoping the team that registered would arrive soon. Raidou made sure to have outlined an address and some directions of where to meet them pinned to the original file for all of them to see. Hopefully all of them would be able to arrive on time and hopefully some wouldn't cause trouble for everyone like a certain Psyche-Terrorist did.

Patty didn't feel at ease in the quiet. Silence just meant nothing was there, which meant everything was gone. It was like the vibrating tension on a rope just before it snapped. She was a little on edge and it kinda creeped her out, but who wouldn't be nervous going into something like this? Danger was fine. The lanky girl was perfectly happy with dealing with monsters or fires or anything big and loud like, stuff that was aggressive. But she knew what she was walking into. A den full of those basehead freaks that you didn't wanna mess with. Patty'd seen what meth did back home. One guy ripped his ear off because it was itchy. They WERE NOT gonna hesitate to give her a new ribcage piercing. She could only hope that they'd be fuckin' up the dealer ring for this, the people that deserved to get got. Not the burnouts. Not the losers with no place to go but down. The druggie chick knew how it could be, it wasn't their fault for getting into bad shit and letting it take over and she didn't wanna be the final thing anyone saw tonight. But "didn't wanna" and "wasn't gonna" were two different things.

For a rare moment in her life Patty came prepared for this, as prepared as she could be. She'd picked up a new trick recently and got kitted out the best she could. She actually went out and bought clothes for this. ...they were hand-me-downs from the thrift shop but like hey, still counted. Her softly crunching footsteps sounded out through the cold earth as she approached the meeting spot in a dark green hoodie to blend in and some kind of camo. Her hair was back to emerald and her bandanna was up. She was gonna toss these clothes when she got done, prolly like a week from now. But being prepared didn't stop her from being worried about what was gonna happen. They were gonna see some pretty sick people. Maybe have to kill some. They could get backstabbed. Patty didn't feel comfortable stewing in her own thoughts alone with only the gentle shaking of trees for company. She kept looking over her shoulder, watching for anyone that might see her out here. Or might be following. Should be easy in an open field but you could never be too careful, even if Patricia didn't know the meaning of the word.

Up ahead through the field the lanky girl could make out two figures in the moonlight, one was Raidou-shaped. The hat really stood out in a silhouette. The other one she hadn't seen before. Guess she wasn't the first one here. As soon as they were in view Patricia would slide her fingers over her head to become her hat, becoming the Wicked Witch as she ambled towards them from a distance. She threw up her hand in a wave and didn't sneak up on them, didn't know how stab-happy this other guy was but she didn't say anything until she was right on top of them.
"Happy Halloween," she joked to lighten up the tension but, like, that wasn't gonna happen on a night like this.
"I'm Wicked, I'm here to help out. I'mmona guess you guys work together? You got like the hat and stuff and you're not... y'know..." The witch waved her hand in front of her face to make her point. All this serious whisper stuff really didn't suit her at all, it just made her more anxious. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing through her veins.
"More people should be coming, most of'em you know already. There's one more but they're cool, I swear." The witch rested her arms in themselves, crossing them but more out of uneasiness than to try to look tough. "...we're gonna go in the back, right? Through that one back entrance that chick was talkin' about, right? That was the plan?" It felt... preeeeetty freakin' weird to have to, y'know, THINK about all this stuff instead of stalking around and picking a good moment but she wanted to stick to whatever the plan was if Raidou had one. She could do it on her own, hell, she'd already planned to but the Kuzunoha was smarter than she was and Patty didn't wanna fuck up what she planned out by going high-speed low-drag and skirting through on the skin of her teeth.

If Isaac knew what she was going into he would have shown up with a Cadet brigade, no doubt. Tamsin definitely couldn't have that, and so she hadn't told him. There were lots of things she didn't tell her older brother these days, and everyone one of them was like a thorn in her side; a little prick of pain every time she thought about it. It made it all more real, she supposed. The fact that she was a terrorist and he was a cadet. But they were doing the same work, weren't they? Fighting demons, hunting things that did harm to people. Even this drug bust that Patty had told her about seemed like the kind of thing the Cadets should be doing. But alerting the cadets would likely scatter the targets. A small group of nobodies was more equipped for a mission like this. She wondered if Isaac would agree. probably not, but then, they were different people despite their shared upbringing. Isaac's formative years had been filled with duty and love, while Tamsin's had been filled with pain and survival. It carved the divide between them in ways she was only now discovering, as she pulled on her gear, wrapped her new scarf around her shoulders and headed out into the cold unforgiving night through the second story window next to the fire escape.

East Eden was always a creepy place. Even during the day it was uncomfortably empty. Tamsin didn't mind the emptiness or solitude, really, but it didn't make it any less unsettling. It was like a silent reminder that most of the world was gone. The lithe girl kept to the shadows as best she could, stealing away through the trees until she heard a familiar voice - Patty's voice. The girl was standing with two individuals. Tamsin didn't know either of the individuals, but that didn't matter, because if Patty trusted them, then Tamsin could trust them too. Within reason. With a sigh, Tamsin Pantamimed pulling up her bandana and pulling down the goggles that comprised her mask, and they faded into life in her hands, along with the rest of her Terrorist attire. The wind that jostled the trees pulled up the stray edges of her scarf as she entered the clearing and took a few steps toward Patty.

"...I'm here, Wicked." She said firmly, glancing toward the shadowy shape of the building poking out over the trees. It was hard to hide how young her voice sounded, but she was trying in vain. "I tried to prepare as much as I could. It's going to be pretty bad in there...isn't it?" She asked, a little concern evident in her voice. She had seen a little of what drug use could do to someone, but she was nowhere near as acquainted with it as Wicked was. Not that Tamsin knew the scope of that. But Patty had an air of a kindred spirit, but one that had gone before and seen things Tamsin hadn't yet - so Tamsin just sort of assumed that anything Tamsin had encountered, Patty had seen more.

Jingle, jingle. Jingle Jingle. The constant jingling of little bells announced the presence of the red clown approaching the vicinity, he had not come all the way in Terrorist get up but he got into when close enough but also outta sight from the group. Wicked and Patty already knew his true identity but the rest didn't. And he wished to keep that way. Big boobs detective was there with her cat, and so where blondie and the crazy chick. One of the faces was new and he looked like an absolute fuck boy.

"Halloween? Damn, here i thought it was Christmas." He giggled, the jingles continued as his head moved. "I'm the Laughing Rogue and if you wanna just sit back and enjoy a show you are gonna have to pay, green." Beneath the mask there was a shit eating grin to accompany the slightly sultry tone. He also followed by making a phone with his hand, as if to imply Geirin should call him later.

"Anyways, i believe we should get to the point." He held out his dagger. Twirling it around.

Isabelle had been contemplating what was happening lately, really she wasn't sure about if they should just be trusting this Woman, but at the same time she seemed to know what she was doing, and maybe that was the most worrying thing, she seemed to know all about this and what she was doing Far to well, where had she gotten all that Training, hell she even seemed to command Demons it had seemed from the last meeting,. It all set her on edge but at the same time it also calmed her, it meant this woman at least had as much to hide as they did, so it was doubtful she would suddenly turn on them.

She thought all this while walking towards the meeting place, a Gasmask and helmet on to hide her face, and a Large jacket to hide her body outline a bit, not that it could hide to some parts, but she didn't care about total coverage, she just wanted to be sure no one could recognize her. And as she walked into the clearing she could hear Jingling and she already knew one of the people that was there. she could also see Wicked, her Silhouette stood out quite a bit so there was no mistaking her.

Walking up to the group she nodded a bit "How are all of you?" she said to wicked and the jester nodding to the small one as she stood there towering over basically everyone, she hadn't changed yet but she figured it would be best to do that once they got going.

Both Kuzunoha's jerked their head to the direction of the incoming party. Underneath Raidou's mantle she was close to pulling out her revolver and Geirin patted his fingers against his holstered near his hip. They soon relaxed the tension when it was clear that they were the people the detective hired for this job. The Psyche-Terrorists could notice the piercing eyes golden hues from Geirin's direction, as if discerning their worth as they narrowed towards them.

"Only when the situation demands it, I suppose. Otherwise we keep to our own devices as we should in our station." He shrugged and replied to Wicked while giving a pointed glance at Raidou. The Kuzunoha wasn't necessarily pleased that his territory had to be encroached upon a newborn and a bunch of amateurs. This really wasn't his day. He raised an amused eyebrow at the red clown. "Pity that I don't have cash on me. So I'll be busting my ass tonight as well, not that I planned otherwise anyway."

"Good, the more the merrier." Raidou smiled and nodded at Wicked as she ignored the jab from her senior. There was strength in numbers. Sure, she had confidence in her own. But sometimes when taking down a huge place like an university, no matter how run-down it was, it was great to have people back you up. Especially when the kind of people you have to deal with are potentially demented and disturbingly. "We will. But Geirin, he'll be taking another side entrance to cover more area and check if there's anything upstairs. With our size, we'll stand out. He'll be attracting more attention on his end to keep most of the heat off us and link up with us later. I believe he prefers it that way."

"Hate to break it to you all, I don't have it in me to play babysitter. But you all should be fine, since the great Raidou Kuzunoha will fill in that role just nicely. I'll be going on ahead, if you don't mind." A smirk graced his features while grasping the visor of his cap. He was certainly relaxed about the whole thing, especially after hearing what Raidou had to share of that night with the drug dealer. Seeing is believing, but he wasn't necessarily worried. As a Kuzunoha he had his fair share of scrap and seeing some of the strangest things that ever walked the Earth. Really, it would be a Wednesday at this point having your expectations for oddities broken and surpassed. "Oh it'll be bad, kiddo. No second thoughts or don't bother coming, you'll just be a pain to everyone otherwise. But I suppose that's slim's cross to bear. Break a leg."

Without much fanfare, he began to head on into the building alone, leaving the rest of the party with Raidou. She sighed and apologetically spoke to the rest of the team. "I'm sorry. Geirin, doesn't... like to work with others. But his skills are top-notch, so we can trust him to do his job. If no one has any questions right now, we can begin."

The team began to approach the university under the dead of night with the trees still covering their advance. It took quite a while to reach this certain spot of a building, but they continued unhindered. There was a path that led to a depression on the ground that was paved by a set of stairs leading downwards into what looked like a pair of doors and a rusted lock that had been hacked away, evidence of the activities going on.


With a push, the door creaked quietly and led into what looked like to be hallways. They would lead deeper and deeper into another flight of stairs that eventually took the team into what appeared to be a makeshift industrial setting that was rusting away from constant use. One that looked suspicious like a lab with all sorts of equipment for both delicate and mass manufacturing. Signs of danger in all sorts of languages were set upon the equipment...

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It wouldn't take long before everything started kickin'. Patty wasn't sure if she just had really good timing or if everyone was watching and waiting for her to make the first move. She did have the best relationship with Raidou. It didn't really matter anyway, nothing did except what they were about to do.
"Heya Short Stuff! Long time no see," she greeted in friendly tones but not her typical shower of ADHD sunshine vomit. Tammy was here. Patty didn't wanna see her. Patty liked Tammy, she was a cool kid. But that was just it. She was a kid. This is a place she'd been before, it looked the same, and she knew it wasn't a happy place. She didn't have any choice but to do this but Tammy did. She could walk away. It made the back of her neck feel hot.


The lanky girl was eager to do everything she can to prevent things from getting too serious, socializing was fair game and she'd do it as much as she could get away with. Anything to put this off. She had to do this, she had to but that didn't mean it's what she wanted to spend her night doing. If she could wish it away she would but nothing was ever that easy was it.
"I'm okay I guess. Find parking alright?" Cowgirl was here just like she said she would be, honestly it was just good to have people she knew here doing this too. Even if Doc hadn't shown up yet. Christ this was gonna be hard without him here but it's not like she wouldn't have gone in solo. Patty was more than glad she didn't have to do that.

They didn't really like each other much, did they? The witch would say something but she wasn't feeling as chatty as she normally did and this wasn't her busness.
"Sure! We've got this. No problem." Patricia gave a thumbs up to the demon detectives as Geirin kept being an asshole and eventually left to do his own thing. At least he was there to help. She couldn't get too mad, but she didn't wanna talk to him.
"Good luck. Don't get tagged!" she encouraged as he walked away. She waited until he was out of sight before her posture drooped.
"Geez, what a freakin' prick. We're all after the same thing here, what crawled up his ass and died?" she'd complain, shaking her head. But she didn't have time to worry about that. Her blood was simmering to get on with this. Patty's heartbeat hadn't slowed down since she showed up. The depths of the academic building were spooky but all it was gonna do was keep her swift in the dark. The witch adjusted her eyepatch.
"Aright, let's do this. I don't wanna get caught if we don't have to, we'll be fine if we keep movin'." And she dashed off into the dark.

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"I'm fine as always, giant lady." He'd give a bow, he'd wave at the short blondie as well. He laughed at Wicked's quip, he wanted to keep the mood up. And it seemed to work, maybe not but eh he was trying! Doc wasn't around so it seems he'd have to sub for him... which was WORRYING! Hah, having to keep people alive was not his specialty. He'd eventually fall silent to listen to the demon detectives, only twirling his dagger as they spoke, Green as definitely a fuck boy. He followed them and it was an absolute broken down crackhouse, literally.

"Pfffft, i'd guess he has a huge case of being a fuck boy." He mocked, knowing he would not be in trouble for speaking ill of Green now hat he had fucked off. He'd continue to follow the group farther into the building. "Last one there has the big gay."

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Even from how little she knew Patty, she could tell she was off tonight. She could tell when she talked about the other night too, that his was important to her. That's why Tamsin had felt like she needed to come. They weren't close...but Tamsin needed this. Needed friends like these outside her normal every day stuff. She wanted to be friends with Patty, if she could. Helping her with this was a good step towards that.

Tamsin didn't give the haughty boy a second glance. He didn't like them, and she had no reason to give him the time of day either if he was going to act like a dick. "Some people just shouldn't open their mouths. If he wants to get mauled by demons on his own, that's his pergo..." She paused to form the word. "Perogative." She enunciated to make sure she got it right. It was a relatively fresh word in her vocabulary.

She moved after Wicked, and Archie, following them down into the creepy horror-bunker looking area. Was she scared? maybe a little. But she knew she could handle herself. She'd been practicing some new tricks, as it was. What Archie said made her blush a little. "Is having that a bad thing? What does size matter?" She asked honestly, goggles fogging up slightly.

As they approached the turn into a room, Tamsin pressed herself against the wall, and listened. She could hear slight shuffling around the corner "Wicked, there's someone around the corner. I can move pretty quickly. I can ambush him if you want." She whispered to the older girl, eyes bright with determination.

Isabelle listened to the banter, it was good to keep nerves from breaking, this was probably going to be tough. But for her she was excited, Astarte was thrilled to see battle and that feeling passed to Isabelle, it got her excited. As the exchange continued she couldn't help but notice that the guy seemed to not really direct his words towards her as much as he did the others, was he intimidated? no that didn't seem right, maybe he just wasn't good with taller women? hard to say really, what was easy to say was that he clearly was over compensating for something.

"Honestly sounds like he might be trying to compensate for something" she said as she watched the guy leave, he might have been an ass but she didn't want any of them getting injured during all this, she then looked to the others as they all headed to the broken down building, Upon walking in and the clown and the small one making their comments Isabelle looked around and measured the place with her eyes "Gonna be a tight fit...." she said as she started to change, her body growing larger and after a few moments she was in her fully changed form.

She looked down to the small one as she took off the coat and gas mask, stowing them in a bag she brought with her "Nothing wrong with that really short stuff, I bat for both teams personally..." she said before looking around again getting bearings once more, then the small one alerted them to the presence of enemies nearby and she shook her head "I wouldn't go alone little one...not in a place like this..just be careful, though roughing up a bit of the dealer here sounds like a plan...they could have hurt a lot of people..." she said looking to Wicked a moment then she peeked around the corner.

They had to make the most out of the distraction that the other guy would make, so that meant getting around and getting what needed to be done, they had to maybe be a bit smarter then smashing things and wrecking shop though honestly Rampage didn't think she was any good at anything other then wrecking shit at the moment...maybe something she should work on?

Ether way they were here now and had to do things now, hopefully they could manage to get what they needed or end who they needed to, preferably without any of them getting horribly injured or worse. At that thought she looked to the group a member at a time, and then nodded to herself, making a mental choice then and there on what to do if it came to the worst of things.

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Rory was having a good night. After the prior evening spent healing up his...well, let's call them clients, he was relaxing. After all, it wasn't like he had anything else to do that night. Nothing at all. Nothing a-

So fifteen minutes later Rory was rushing out when he realized that those assholes were probably going to get themselves killed on a Job he may or may not have actually signed up for. Metal Gear was a hell of a drug. On his way there, however, he felt something in the pit of his stomach. Like a curse. A 'big gay' as one might say. However, as soon as it came, it passed. He realized he was already The Big Gay, so it didn't really matter. Still, it was unprofessional to let the only Psyche Terrorists he knew NOT up their own ass die just because he was late. Well, could one even be considered a professional Psyche Terrorist, actually? Nobody in the group he worked with could, obviously. Between the edgelord, the witch, whatever the fuck Rampage was, and Train Girl, he hesitated to call anyone he knew professional. Not to say he was, either, of course. Far from it, even. He could just go 'Bippity Boppity Boo' and heal people. Which would be cool if it wasn't more illegal than his usual line of work.

Admittedly he was a bit anxious about doing more work regarding drugs. If another murder happened he'd most likely end up declining reward. But...he felt a bit obligated to help the group. At least for now. Drugs were bad(?) and all.

Finding an old set of stairs, complete with a cliche busted lock, Doctor Fate figured he was in the right place. And if he wasn't, he could simply beat up some normie drug dealers. It wasn't much different to him, in the end. Though he supposed those other guys might end up in some trouble. Maybe a quick warm-up Drug Bust before the real thing.

Of course it was meaningless when he found out this WAS the right place, and caught up to the group, fashionably late, but dressed for the occasion, mask and all. To his surprise, they hadn't gotten very far, and nobody was dead. He'd call that a success on their part. "Hey, losers. Guess you guys are huge nerds that show up on time, huh? Man, I'd hate to be like you guys and have nothing else to do with my day. The grind never stops, you know. You gotta work for that penthouse view someday. But if you'd rather show up on time and play Vigilante, that's on you." He sneered behind his mask. At least he could get some fun out of being late, since everyone was okay.

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The witch peered around the corner, seeing the vibration of objects in the room. She held her hand up for everyone else to be still. It didn't look very safe.

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