Sleuth!! The Ryuseki Newspaper Detective?!

[ephemeralcolor.insanejournal.com]

Who: Mitsuya, open
What: Mitsuya is nosy.
When: The day after the magic incident, a bit after school.
Where: Ryuseki hallways.



Mitsuya's brief visit to the club she occasionally called home had left her in despair (at least, as much despair as she could be in, which wasn't much). As she saw it, her mission was to entertain and illuminate, to give people a taste of something apart from their dreary lives, not to elucidate more of that dreaded drudgery.

But Shinozaki-san had threatened to pull her column altogether if she refused the assignment, so to her dismay, she was stuck with it, and it with her. The thought hung over her like a nearly literal cloud.

But she was not one to sink into despair for long, and halfway to her locker, she'd figured out what she needed to brighten her spirits: an adventure. A new place to explore. Somewhere with an air of mystery, where rumors circulated like the wind.

She knew just the place.

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[quitethetyrant.insanejournal.com]

"In the realm of verbal weaponry, I'd rather the truth anytime. There's no chance of having it blow up on your face as it can happen with lies, anyway," Takeo said, gesturing then for them to walk faster. Briefly, his act dropped, and his demeanor was more of a worried high-schooler than a little tyrant. "Well, Iwata-sensei was acting decidedly weird... Awfully suspicious. I almost think I'm comforted in knowing Araragi is probably far away now, given how she can come and go at a moment's notice."

He shook his head. "I'm going to the nurse's office. You come along. I'd rather no one catch you unguarded. Then we'll go to the committee room... and find out what that thing IS."

[shiftingseas.insanejournal.com]

Tsuchi stared at the bundle in his arms in some perplexity, "Sure."

He would have like to say that he was quick enough to protect himself. His associate, however, seemed to know him better than most. He was wondering by now what else Akyiama could know without being told. And, as he walked after his friend rather hastily, what could be done.

In the end, he carefully held the object close as they left.