((long post, sorry c':))

Kusari Murasaki | 18 | Male | CCG Headquarters - Ward 01 | Mentions NPC, Homura

After a long forty-or-so minutes of nagging and near begging, Murasaki managed to urge the higher officer to lend him the silver briefcase, which was large and nearly knocked him over. He quickly shuffled his way over to the nearest table, at which a familiar face was seemingly sleeping. Or drunk. But probably sleeping. "'Scuse me," he announced, sliding the investigator's Quinque out of the way and slamming the larger one down on the table. Once that was done, he turned on his heels, grabbing the higher officer and dragging him over. "Open it."

Thankfully, that little order worked out without any trouble. The guy was probably fed up with being nagged by some teenager and wanted to get this whole thing over with. Murasaki's eyes grew wide in awe and excitement, mouth forming a little 'O'. Grabbing the Quinque from the officer and running his hands delicately over the whip-like structure, pausing occasionally to record little notes on his clipboard here and there. This went on for another thirty minutes before the officer, irritated out of his mind, snatched his Quinque away and safely deposited it in his case, walking off with nothing more than an angry snort in his direction.

Murasaki gave a happy sigh, flopping down on one of the chairs and glancing toward Homura, who he'd been basically ignoring up until now. "Hey," he said, followed by a harsh poke in the side. "Hey Yu. Wake up. Know where Sho's at? I mean, her Quinque's way better than yours. Nothing personal. Sort of." He spoke on quick, brief bursts as always, with an achingly bored and informal tone. He held barely any true respect for anyone, and it definitely showed.

Kusari Murasaki | 18 | Male | CCG Headquarters - Ward 01 | Mentions Homura

A peculiar, sideways smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he listened to Homura try and bribe him. "Alright," he said simply, giving a nonchalant shrug. He held out a hand expectantly. "I don't have money. So give me some to buy it with."

He didn't seem to be joking, but he didn't appear entirely serious either. That was the trouble with speaking to Murasaki - you could never tell what he was thinking. He held his clipboard sluggishly, a pen in his teeth, making him slur slightly. He didn't seem entirely interested in Homura either, considering how often he glanced toward the gated entrance. He was obviously much more keen on overviewing Quinque than being forced to do random chores.

Kusari Murasaki | 18 | Male | CCG Headquarters - Ward 01 | Mentions Homura

Disappointed when his request was ignored, his expression changing just slightly to a frown. He gave a brief shrug, as if he didn't care whether he got the information or not. "Well you can't get coffee, then," he said with a soft, almost pitying sigh. "Sucks for you."

He wondered faintly how he might find Junko otherwise, assuming she was either out on a job or just having a day off. He was certain he would have seen her if not; she was always an early arrival.

Kusari Murasaki | 18 | Male | CCG Headquarters - Ward 01 | Mentions Homura, Junko (digitally)

When he realized the investigator was so rudely asleep, Murasaki nearly resorted to poking his sides yet again when the buzz of a vibrating phone and the echo-y ringtone sounded. He stifled a snort at the words, questioning whether or not he should silence it, should anyone think it was his phone making all that noise. However, luckily enough Homura shifted about, his phone slipping out of his pocket and hitting the ground with a soft clatter.

Curiosity being an obvious trait of his, he leaned forward, looking over the text that conveniently popped up at just the right time, and managed to read maybe half of the name of the sender before the screen shut off again.

Mankanshoku Junko...

Blue eyes shining excitedly, Murasaki grabbed the phone, a bit put off by the color (he had never been a huge fan of red) and tapped the screen quickly. It was fast enough that the phone had yet to lock, and all he had to do was slide his finger across and read the message over. Decapitator..., he thought, glancing around like a kid about to eat what his mother told him not to. Sounds cool.

He was quick to type a response, doing his best to sound as dull and boring as he imagined Homura always was. Of course, it was certainly difficult. He had not once ever used a phone to talk to anyone before.

"Hey, Junko. You didn't - we have Quinque examinations today, so I'm not doing anything important. I could meet you now, if you'd like. I can come over to where you're at, or you to me (at HQ). But I don't want to disturb you on your day off. That is why you aren't here, right?

Homura"

((oookay, let's try this again e-e))

Akaiju Kuroko | Male | 22 | Wandering - Ward 20 | Mentions Ayumi, Various NPCs

"Damn..." A frustrated voice growled, breaking the serene silence of a cigarette smoke-filled shop, fittingly dubbed Karasu Antiques. There was a very upsetting reason is was so quiet, however - he didn't have any customers. And that meant income was low, which kept him from paying any and all expenses he needed to cover. To put it bluntly, he was gradually going bankrupt.

Kuroko slammed his laptop shut, pausing to lift it up again and giving it a concerned look. Thankfully, he hadn't broken it. He grabbed an extra pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and a wad of just-in-case cash before quickly heading out the door, locking up his precious shop and going on his way.

He wandered about with a very specific aim - publicity. He needed to spread word that his shop actually existed, since apparently no one knew that it did. Traveling all the way across Tokyo, stopping occasionally to charm a woman or two here and there, and ended up in the 20th Ward. Specifically in the train station, which was conveniently swarming with possible customers.

On his way to stop a group of what appeared to be university students, Kuroko turned to find a girl standing with a warm smile, almost glowing with innocence and purity. A grin graced his features, and he quickly made his way toward her. If she agreed, she would make a wonderful poster girl.

((it Sucks but I was rushing ;-;))