vi harper, evil succubus (violetsarered) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-04-30 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | taki tanaka, vi harper |
WHO: Taki Tanaka [JAPAN] and Vi Harper [AUSTRALIA]
WHAT: Detective Taki is on the case.
WHEN: Monday, April 22nd.
WHERE: Vi's dormitory, IVI Girl's Tower.
WARNINGS: N/A
STATUS: Complete!
Taki had been having some difficulty approaching the next name on his list of suspects. Partially due to conflicting schedules, and partly due to sheer intimidation. He'd had at least two windows of opportunity previously, but had balked before managing to engage the statuesque Asian-Australian sexpot in conversation. He had chided himself at great lengths for his cowardice, and so bolstered had entered the female dorm tower, turf he already considered to be somewhat forbidden. He walked with purpose up the stairs to the second floor, down the hallway, and to Vi Harper's door. He stopped to draw in a slow, steadying breath, raised his hand, and knocked three times. Typically, when someone knocked on Vi's door, it was for one of two reasons: to request that she keep the sex to a lower volume, or to request that she bring the sex to their place. When she opened the door and leaned into the frame seductively, she was not expecting to look down and see Taki Tanaka. Her facial expression shifted immediately from 'smoky courtesan' to 'small pebble stuck in shoe'. Vi, by contrast to the plucky young Japanese Vol, had not been investigating what might have caused the riot in the quad. This was because she, in fact, had caused the riot in the quad. (If you asked her opinion, all she had done was light the match in a room full of petrol -- but that was neither here nor there.) "Can I help you?" she asked, raising a dark eyebrow. Taki willed himself to lift his gaze to meet that belonging to the sultry silhouette in the doorframe, and to his credit he managed to hold it for all of two point eight nine seconds before faltering and looking down to the floor, with a furious blush. "Excuse please, I am Takashi Tanaka but please to call Taki. I am a student here in year of 1994 and Team Toucan with powers of super maths. I wish to give questions to you about protest riot this week before." The words tumbled rapidly from his tongue, all in one breath, as though carefully rehearsed previously. "Yes, Taki, we've met." Vi couldn't help but roll her eyes. The underclassmen generally irritated her, but there was something especially irritating about an underclassman so earnest and polite that it was impossible to feel good about being cruel to him. Hopefully she could at least make this tedious affair as brief and in-and-out as possible. Stepping back from the doorframe, she left room for the would-be hero to enter. "What did you want to ask me? I took a hit pretty early on; don't know how much I can be of service as a witness." Taki swelled a little at the revelation that Violet Harper remembered who he was, though as she opened the room to him, he folded back in under the weight of his own jangled nerves. "Oh, hai. Yes. Please, thank you." He murmured as he slipped past, head bobbing up and down like a small bird, eyes down. Once inside he didn't know what to do with himself, and wound up choosing to stand near the corner by the closet, his fingers fidgeting against each other. "No yes, not as a witness please, I have other type questions for asking. Mainly, I ask, to say I would like to know, if you would to tell me--" He adjusted his glasses nervously as her rambled, before finally blurting out. "Your powers let you to control or influence the actions of people near close by you, it is correct?" "Yes." Vi took a seat on her bed, crossing her legs. Her tight black hot pants inched of their own accord higher and higher up her thighs. She regarded him with an air of casual disdain. "Why do you ask? Surely you're not suggesting I had anything to do with what happened." Though Vi prided herself on being unflappable, she couldn't deny that this situation made her a bit uneasy. She reassured herself that she couldn't possibly have been his first suspect -- her powers, so far as anyone at IVI knew, weren't capable of the sort of thing that had gone down in the quad. "Have you been sitting down the rest of the student body for a bit of film noir interrogation, or am I simply a lucky duck?" Far from unflappable himself, Taki managed to glance back up to Vi curling up on her bed before immediately deciding that his shoes were incredibly fascinating. "Excuse me I do not mean to make an accusation." He said quickly, with a shake of his head. "But statistically it is a very unusual occurring and I am exploring a possibility that there are powers involved." He cleared his throat awkwardly before adding, Maybe even powers by accident. Please have you ever to made people angry or mad with your powers before?" "No," Vi lied. She kept her gaze on Taki, eyes unblinking. In the back of her mind, she began the extensive endocrine process that shifted her natural resting state of sex pheromone emission to a place of fear. With a small half-smile she began releasing that undercurrent of terror into the air around them, slowly, like a creeping poison titrating drop by drop. "That isn't what they do." Taki kept his eyes down, but at the same time kept a meticulous watch on his own hormonal state; having acute analytical abilities meant never being caught off guard by your own body chemistry. Then again, being as nervous as he was, a little extra anxiety may very well pass unnoticed. "What is the thing exactly you do?" He asked, still without looking up. "I make people happy," Vi said, her syllables clipped and crisp. "Or hungry. Same difference, really." She drew a long, lacquered fingernail over her bare collarbone. "I help people find their truest desires; bring out the lusts they keep hidden. I don't turn them into a mob on PCP." The right corner of her upper lip tugged up into a sneer, a flash of perfectly white teeth. "Do you want a demonstration, little boy?" Taki frowned deeply at this explanation, which seemed to negate one of his primary suspicions of the cause of the riot. He still kept his eyes diligently on the carpet, trying to will his cheeks not to pinken further at the use of such scandalous English words as 'desires' and 'lusts'. "Oh no!!!" He blurted his answer vehemently, his head shaking so hard his glasses nearly flew off his face. "I mean that to say thank you but no demonstration thank you!! I have a information need for my to invest theory in thank you!!" His words tumbled out hurriedly, in no discernable order, even as he set himself backing quickly towards the door, bumping into a dresser as he went. "Very thank you for your time!! Sorry to make a bother!!" He bowed several times as he backed out through the door, fleeing the invisible terror of Vi's sexytimes pheromones. As she watched him leave, Vi frowned. She could have told him the truth. Was it really so wrong to have done what she did? She certainly wasn't ashamed. If it weren't for the torches and pitchforks sure to arrive at her door so soon after the event in question, she'd shout her power from the mountaintops -- let them live in fear of her, in awe of what she could do. Let them thank her for snapping everyone else out of dull, placid inaction and useless civil disobedience. Maybe someday she would. But not today. |