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tampered2007-01-10 11:53 pm
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log: Seishirou and Oriya [ongoing]
When; Evening, 9 January.
Rating; PG-13 (for now).
Characters; Miibu Oriya (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kyotodollmaster), Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san).
Summary; A keen interest in Muraki Kazutaka's disappearance leads these two strangers closer to investigating the mystery. Following this thread.
Log;
The whole night reeked of something from a whodunit novella. Strangely, though, while it should have bored him mercilessly, Seishirou had taken an interest as of late to the "good doctor" (as Tatsumi-kun had called the man at large). The crimes that the shinigami had accused this man, Muraki Kazutaka, of committing and the power he had been attributed to was quite an interesting thing to note.
The Sakurazukamori was an agent of equilibrium. And with Muraki, the scales appeared tipped to his favour.
He had luckily remembered the flat number that Muraki had told him a while back. First flat in building four, he had recalled. The door had been unlocked - an oddity. When Seishirou had flipped a light switch on, his sight caught the true clutter of the place. Quite a few books were piled into stacks at the side of the spacious sofa and at the computer desk. Articles of clothing, although not numerous, were scattered about on the furniture, and various pieces of paper littered the coffee table and the carpeting underneath it. A fevered mind seemed at work within the organised chaos, and it seemed as though Muraki had rushed out the door as soon as he could afford to. That certainly would have explained the unlocked door...
Seishirou scanned the room with sharp amber eyes as he stepped over to the bookshelf. Perhaps the titles would lend clues, but, sadly, it seemed as though the doctor had a wide range of interests. Certainly there had to be an indication of the man's train of thought in his last moments within the apartment. He'd be damned if he would leave without the proper evidence.
Rating; PG-13 (for now).
Characters; Miibu Oriya (
kyotodollmaster), Sakurazuka Seishirou (sakurazuka_san).Summary; A keen interest in Muraki Kazutaka's disappearance leads these two strangers closer to investigating the mystery. Following this thread.
Log;
The whole night reeked of something from a whodunit novella. Strangely, though, while it should have bored him mercilessly, Seishirou had taken an interest as of late to the "good doctor" (as Tatsumi-kun had called the man at large). The crimes that the shinigami had accused this man, Muraki Kazutaka, of committing and the power he had been attributed to was quite an interesting thing to note.
The Sakurazukamori was an agent of equilibrium. And with Muraki, the scales appeared tipped to his favour.
He had luckily remembered the flat number that Muraki had told him a while back. First flat in building four, he had recalled. The door had been unlocked - an oddity. When Seishirou had flipped a light switch on, his sight caught the true clutter of the place. Quite a few books were piled into stacks at the side of the spacious sofa and at the computer desk. Articles of clothing, although not numerous, were scattered about on the furniture, and various pieces of paper littered the coffee table and the carpeting underneath it. A fevered mind seemed at work within the organised chaos, and it seemed as though Muraki had rushed out the door as soon as he could afford to. That certainly would have explained the unlocked door...
Seishirou scanned the room with sharp amber eyes as he stepped over to the bookshelf. Perhaps the titles would lend clues, but, sadly, it seemed as though the doctor had a wide range of interests. Certainly there had to be an indication of the man's train of thought in his last moments within the apartment. He'd be damned if he would leave without the proper evidence.