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Yukio Kawasaki

"Just know that there'll always be one soldier in the fight against the overwhelming masses of stupidity."

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a character in “The Bureau of Supernaturals||Reboot”, as played by Jedly

Description

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Swear 'I don't believe in god' to god.




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Theme Song Flight Instinct||Last Note



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ImageFull Name
Yukio Kawasaki

Nickname(s)
Yu. That's it.

Age
Seventeen

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Nationality
Japanese. Probably.

Role
Rogue

Face Claim
Assassination Classroom||Nagisa Shiota



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Power
Kinetic Energy Manipulation||The ability to manipulate the applications of kinetic energy, an integrated part of everyday society. In the hands of a seasoned expert, this power can be applied in a multitude of ways, allowing the user access to a myriad of abilities. That would be the case, if Yukio wasn't such a sorry human bei- novice. Chronologically speaking, Yu hasn't had his power awakened for a long time, and on top of that doesn't exercise or brandish it a whole lot. The most he does, or at least seeks to do, on a daily basis is slightly change the course of the basketball when he's playing with some of the neighborhood's grade schoolers. At the moment, he only knows how to channel energy and augment the speed of objects. Both of these facets come together when he utilizes what he refers to as a railgun, of course he tries to stray away from using such a thing, as the effects on himself and others is currently in the grey.
Cross-dressing||"No. No. I'll say it again, no. Put the damn dress down. Burn that pantie. Throw out that makeup. Back the fuck away."

Height & Weight
173 cm||49 kg.

Hair Color
It's natural. Probably. Yukio's cyanic hair is usually arranged in twin pigtails, since he doesn't really cut his hair, he found it less distracting and kept it bunched up like how it is now. When he actually decides to take off the hairbands, his hair easily reaches his shoulders.

Eye Color
A darker azure than his hair, the only really captivating thing about them is how quickly innocence and contempt can be interchanged.

Skin Color
Pale. Whiter than a baby's bot- "Who the hell thought up that analogy?"

General Appearance
Standing at a below average height, Yukio isn't exactly the most intimidating person. With a thin yet surprisingly defined physique, he has an adrogynous appearance and constantly straddles the line defining gender, but he firmly states that he is male. Although he eminnates an innocent vibe, the lone wolf can change gears and go onto the offensive with his enemy's guard down. The only striking quality of his aesthetics is the hue of his hair and eyes, both of cyanic shades that captivates others. His eyes are slightly darker, but that's nothing really important. When his hair is let down, it gently grazes his shoulders. Yukio constantly has a lazy composure. On top of a scruffy demeanor, his face is always arranged in a scowl and only rarely transitions into a different expression. For the most part he sports a black hoodie, jeans, and a ski hat regardless of the season. From time to time he resiliently throws on a vest, tie, and other formal attire.


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Personality
Cynic Bitter Shrewd Tsundere
Born a natural pessimist and an outrageous cynic, Yukio lacks a verbal filter and says whatever is on his mind without any discretion. He is, for all intensive purposes, a jackass. Maybe just an ass, even. The boy is skeptic of any notion that doesn't sound anywhere near realistic, and even if a rational statement is made, he might just delve into a debate with the proponent just for kicks. Just know that if anybody ever does some idiotic stuff, Yukio will always be there to call them out on it. For those who manage to whittle down his wall coated in a standoffish aura, he's unconditionally protective of the few living beings.

It is because of his other qualities that his acquaintances have dubbed him a tsundere. No matter how much he may gripe, mope, complain, and bitch, he will still lend a helping hand and act all shy when the task is accomplished. One guy said he should bleach his hair. That man was never heard from ever again. When it comes to protecting others or downright beating the crap out of people, albeit he has quite sheepish appearance, morals and ethics go right out the window. If a guy isn't guarding his lower half, well, may his future spawn rest in peace. The boy shows an almost sadistic side of him whenever an adversary pushes his buttons, but he isn't fond of drawing out fights and cuts to the chase.

When it comes to his power, Yukio uses it decisively. Since he's still a novice, there's too much of a grey zone to do anything daring. The boy has a limit as well, as surprising as it may seem. He can't even hazard to guess what a body would look like after being blasted by his 'Railgun'.
(WIP)



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Coffee|"Teach a man to buy coffee, and he's awake for a day. Teach a man to make coffee, and he can deal with everybody's shit for all eternity."

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Music|Yukio doesn't have a decisive taste, but he mostly finds himself jamming out to numbers in the vocaloid genre. Kinda like this.

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Knives|"Swish, swish, stab. It's not rocket science people."


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Dislikes

Cross-dressing|"No. Nope. Nah. Negative."

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Quixotic Thinking|Yukio simply finds airy people to be annoying. It's not the fact that they don't give a damn about the cruelty of real life, neither does Yu. It's just the aimless sense of nonchalance that flippancy they always flaunt about. He despises how they always say "Everybody has a heart, a soul, a free train of thou- blah...blah...blah."

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His Power|"When you think about it, I have the ability to kill somebody, right at my fingertips. Well, technically, anybody does, it's just a helluva lot easier for me. In all honesty, I don't feel like a gift has been bestowed upon me. It's more like a curse with benefits. That sounds contradictory in itself, but that's the only way I can describe this. This feeling isn't omnipotence; It's subordination"


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Masochism|"I don't fear it because I'm scared of it. I fear it because I'm susceptible to it."

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Puppies|"HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR EYES?! THEY HAVE NO SOUL!!!"

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Complete Darkness|Yukio always makes sure to have his phone charged. He's got an abnormal fear of pitch blackness, one of the few things that forces him to drop his harsh demeanor and act like a helpless wimp.


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Tapping|"Dat as-... Kidding. Usually the surface I'm resting my arms on, or the wall."

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Subtle Perversion|"I guess you can say, I read books for the PLOT. HUE HUE HUE."

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Yawning|Regardless of how rested Yukio is, he will yawn just out of habit. Or maybe he just finds it entertaining how it infects those around him.


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No Fucks Given|"Seriously. None at all."

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Blunt|"Although some would disagree, I consider this one of my -many- strengths. Sometimes people just need to be told the truth. And then you rub salt into the wound and make them repent for every crime to humanity they've committed."

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Agile|"I got them moves like Jäger, I got them moves like Jäger, I got them moooOOOve- TITAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!"


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Pain|"OH NO SHIT SHERLOCK. WHO'S THE IDIOT THAT'S WRITING ALL OF THIS ANYWAYS?"

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Quicker than he is Strong|In essence, he's extremely maneuverable, but after a few punches he's basically on the ground. Yu prefers a mixture of close-to-mid range combat, mixing together the art of bladeplay and his power into a cohesive style.

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Cursing|"What are you talking about? This is a strength."


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Family
Father|N/A
Mother|N/A
Old Man|Died at 73 - Cardiac arrest

History
Not everybody gets a happy ending. On the other hand, neither does everybody get a happy beginning. Some people don't even get the proper decency to receive a prologue, and are just cast aside into whatever piss-poor life the deity or deities upstairs decided for them. Yukio felt this powerlessness from the get-go, although he wasn't tossed away by hands emanating a godly aura but by who he presumed to be his parents. Or maybe the stork tasked with ferrying infants mistook a back alleyway for his home. "Seriously? Gonna reference that tale? That's just something parents tell their kids to postpone giving them the whole Birds and Bees' spiel." Wow. Interjecting right in the middle of your own history? Well, for argument's sake, it's not like you ever got that spiel from your parents, did you? "Oh nooooooo, that was such a low blow. My heart can't take such a critical hit. Quickly, somebody carry me back through the broken fourth wall..." Do I seriously have to recount the background of this schmuck? I better get a raise for this. "Sorry. Japan's going through a recession. Tax hike to your knee." ...Hey guys, be right back. Gonna grab some other unpaid intern to read this all off. Hopefully he can deal with this incessant nonsense.

Alright, where'd we leave off? Ah, I see. Hey, Yu, can it for a bit, I actually have to make do with this abysmal backstory. Hell, there isn't even much to it. Got picked by an orphanage volunteer, stayed there until he was approximately eight until somebody who obviously didn't have 20/20 vision picked him up and gave him a new surname. There isn't really a whole lot to read off of, most of it is either too hazy to draw any conclusions from or has been blatantly redacted. Well, the old man, and I say old because he was definitely far into the latter half of his life, was a former boss of a company that soon after went belly-up. At least he got out of there with enough money saved up to support himself, and the boy he spontaneously decided to adopt. I can't seem to find his name anywhere... so I guess pronouns such as guy and old man will have to make do.

To cut to the chase, once the old man finally keeled over, poor little Yukio was all alone yet again. Granted, he was the lone recipient of anything listed in his adoptive father's, which entailed his house, butler, mighty fine ride, and a whole lot of coinage, he was still on his own in the end. Today, the boy is currently working as a waiter in a local restaurant, and is a third year at high school. See? Like I said, not a whole lot to this kid. Oh, wait, I forgot how he discovered his powers. Well, one really idiotic upperclassman was trying to throw around his prowess and attempted to strike Yukio's innocent face. It was entirely unconscious, but one moment the arm was flying in one direction, and then it went back in the next. The boy has been continuing to hone his ability.


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Other Info
ANSWER

Roleplayed by
Jedly


Credit
Alliqua_Dark
{I worked very hard on this and made it from scratch so please, even though it's simple, ask me before using it thank you!}

So begins...

Yukio Kawasaki's Story

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Location||Townhouse
Time of day||Early morning





It had been a long few days, everyone was getting along fine she supposed. It had been months since anyone had come to request assistance. Everyone was getting a bit stir crazy, from what Sen could tell anyway. Standing slowly from her hunched over position on her bed and setting her game system aside, Sen began silently striding across the cold wood floor. Sen shut her eyes, the house was totally silent. Her eyes opened and fluttered over to the clock on her dresser. In blaring red numbering it said "4:07 AM" a sigh escaped her lips. She wondered briefly who would even be up at this time of day? Probably no one just yet. Her delicate hand turned the knob slowly and as she left she shut the door behind her without a sound. Sen didn't want to cause a fuss or wake anyone up. Heading down the spiral staircase passing the photos that lined the upper hallway, pictures of a child Sen with her father. Also photos of all her teammates together laughing last summer. A faint smile lit up her face thinking of the bonds she had already forged in such a short time. It was almost illogical, that such different souls made such tightly knit relationships over the course of a year. Although she reasoned that they all sort of understood what each other went through to get here. Also the two clients they had helped might've helped with the whole, "making friends" part.

Hopping down the last couple steps with ease Sen made her way into the small kitchen. Pulling out a small brass kettle and fetching some herbs out of the small cabinet above the stove. Humming a soft little lullaby she remembered from childhood, she tossed some of the herbs in cinnamon and tucked them carefully into a small steeper for tea. Boiling some water she set the pot down and smiled, she could faintly smell Mr Giuseppe's cigars. Brewing this kind of tea always reminded her of her father. She glanced over her shoulder, the edges of her vision frayed purple. It meant her mind was changing reality. There he was, her father sitting at the tiny table, sipping tea and reading the paper. His mouth poised in a soft smile. Sen finished the tea and poured herself a cup full, leaving the kettle on the stove to keep warm. Sitting across from her fatherly illusion she sipped her tea smiling.

"Ibby, how did you sleep?" The visage asked her warmly, not looking up. For the life of her Sen could never remember his eyes.
"You know I didn't at all." She replied keeping her red eyes fixed on the slight muscle twitches in his hand. Sen loved whenever she called this memory out into reality, although she knew in her heart it was childish to do this every morning. To allow such delusion to smother her mind, it was foolish but she allowed herself this one guilty pleasure. Sen knew that she would have to repress all her thought once the others awoke and joined her. Rising slowly she went to the stove and began cooking breakfast as the illusion behind her smiled up at her before vanishing. He only was present for a moment, but it comforted her for the day beyond her.

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┌"Swear 'I don't believe in god' to god."」
Character Theme: Flight Instinct|Last Note
Current Theme: No Title|Giga-P feat. Reol
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Time||7:30 AM (Proceeding any posts before this time)



The arc of the basketball already seemed to be set in stone, its course permanently fixed by the laws of motion and gravity. But its trajectory, as solid as it had appeared to be, deviated ever so slightly. But how was that possible? There wasn’t even the lightest grace of wind, and nothing sure as hell hit it. Yet the orange tinted sphere still found its way into the hoop. ”And that’s that.” Yukio stated in admiration as he patted his hands together. The ball anticlamaticly landed on asphalt and bounced its way back towards the person who tossed it in the first place. ”Well, you know what they say kids. If you love something, throw it away. If it loves you back… Throw it away again.” A sudden tug at his vest drew his attention from the orb, down at his side was a young boy with the look of clean defeat draped across his face.

”That’s no fair, Onii-chan! I saw that ball, it was nowhere near the net!” The kid wailed and yanked at the his clothing profusely, writhing in his utter demise. The slight signs of a smirk parted at the ends of Yu’s lips, he gave an ambivalent shrug at the child’s complaints. ”C’est la vie, kiddo.” His french was pisspoor as well. ”No way! Onii-chan isn’t athletic in the slightest!”’ Yu was about to let out an “Oi” when he felt something tug on his other side. This time it was a girl of equivalent age to the boy with tears welling in his eyes. ”He’s right, you know. Onii-chan’s even skinnier than Onee-chan. And prettier too! Don’t tell her I said that though.”

Yu merely furrowed his brow and scowled at the duo, ”I don’t think you kids know what the word ‘compliment’ means. Wait a second, weren’t there three of yo- OOPH” The high schooler let out a thin line of our as the person in question suddenly ran headfirst into his stomach.

Both the basketball and Yu hit the black surface at the same time, except only one felt a light pinch of pain. It was obviously the former. Yu, on the other hand, felt like he was just hit by a freight train. He managed to reinstate circulation through his lungs and looked at the kid with his head burrowed into Yukio’s stomach. He was the youngest, yet the tallest of the trio. ”You know, I’ve never hit a kid before…” The threat must’ve gone in through one ear and straight out the other, as the boy only gave him a giddy smile of carelessness. He narrowed his eyes at the kid and himself and the child up. ”Hey Onii-chan, don’t you have to go to school soon? Say hi to Onee-chan for us!”

He ran a hand through one of his pig tails and sighed. Yu obviously wasn’t their sibling in any form whatsoever, but was known as the ‘Neighborhood Big Brother’ because of how much free time he had on his hands and the kids he helped out. It was also a play on words, given his lackluster height. The three kids before him of approximately the same age, who he referred to as the Tezuka Trio, constantly followed him around regardless of what he said. They were the siblings of his classmate who he was somewhat acquainted with, but a part of the reason he withstood these three is because he was begged by that very person. He accepted the girl’s request in his usual contradicting tsundere manner, but now the three kids before him have become more than just a task. They were permanently attached to him. Their ceaseless shadowing reminded him of a certain fellow a couple years his senior, who he hadn’t contacted for a while.

Yukio clicked his tongue and slung his courier bag over his shoulder, ”Sure. You lot have to get ready for school as well. I don’t want to listen to your mother whine again. That woman’s a damn psychopath with a ladle in hand.” He passively hissed at the trio before promptly turning on his heel and proceeding out of the playground. The high schooler paused and glanced back over his shoulder at the children, ”Oh, and, uh… stay safe. Or some reassuring bullshit like that.”

He continued on his way down the generic roads of the district. It was just another mundane day, hopefully without anything notable or plot twisting. Yukio was just fine living the same way day in and day out. He didn’t want to brandish the curse- power lurking inside of him. He just wanted this ordinary life.

But it’s not like everybody gets what they want, right?

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time: 7.30am

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The skatepark was almost empty, except for a few skaters who had decided to get an early start in the day. Even then, they were hanging around chatting, eating breakfast or admiring the tag art on the wall, and only one skater, a boy dressed in jeans and a red-trimmed hoodie over a long sleeved white shirt was going at it on the ramp, looking like he'd been at it for a while now.

"Hahaha!" Zeke spun his skateboard in mid-air with a large grin on his face. He gripped the board's handle with one hand as he came to the height of the jump, his other hand reaching up to the black and orange helmet strapped to his head like he was trying to steady a hat. For a moment, he felt time pause as he hung in the air, then it came unstuck and he fell back down to the ramp with his feet back on the skateboard, the grin remaining on his face as he zoomed down the ramp and slowed to a halt.

The few people watching the ramp gave a few congratulatory claps, and Zeke gave them a wide, satisfied smile and a peace sign. He didn't really know them, but hey, they'd exchanged a few greetings before! That had to count for something.

Man, skating was the best thing he'd ever tried. Zeke had met more people than he'd ever thought he would - one of them had given him a free drink; he'd given them some food in exchange and had spent the rest of his time there exchanging cooking tips with a boy and girl who'd turn out to be culinary students from university. That had been pretty fun. And there was that time he'd been trying to get the hang of an Ollie back when he'd been new to the whole thing and some highschool students had taken it upon themselves to teach him how it was done and some other tricks and man, they had been seriously cool. That had been part of the reason he'd stuck to skateboarding, really - they had been so nice! Zeke hadn't wanted to let their teachings go to waste. That and fun, of course.

Ok, so maybe there had been some unfun times too, but that was mitigated by the good ones and besides, the park was reasonably safe! The skaters there knew each other from sight (and mostly only through that), and if anything happened they tend to see if there was anything they could do to help, like offer a handkerchief or something. Or beat people up if they need to, although only the strong ones did that. And there were rarely any fights over who was using the bowl or ramp or pipe so yup, it was pretty cool all around! There was a reason why Zeke stuck to the place, after all.

Too bad he had to leave, though. He needed to get breakfast. Grinning and waving a goodbye (some waved back before turning back to doing whatever they had been doing), Zeke pushed off the ground and rolled across the curb with well practiced ease, pulling out his wallet to check how much he had. Mmmm, more than enough if he wanted to eat Mcdonalds, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to yet.

Well, whatever. It wasn't like he needed to eat yet, right? He had all the time he needed to decide, at least until it was time for lunch. Or brunch, haha. He placed his wallet back into his pocket and rested his hands in his shirt-pockets, manoeuvring his way around the people around with ease. Maybe somewhere which allowed skateboards though, Zeke didn't want anyone to steal his cool-looking board. The black and white lightning and skull design against a flame background was kinda new (beginning of the year new!) and he really, really didn't want to save up for a new board so soon. It costed a lot of money, seriously.

Ah! Spying someone with familiar blue hair, Zeke sped up. "Hey, Yukio! Over here!" He called, giving a wave as he approached the other teen. "What's up? How's life - wait, did you grow taller? I think I grew two cm, wanna go get something to eat?" he chattered friendlily, coming to a stop in front of Yukio.

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Character Portrait: Ibuki Yamada Character Portrait: Akihiko Honda Character Portrait: Ouo Nogi Character Portrait: Sho Kurosawa Character Portrait: Mina Yoshino Character Portrait: Yukio Kawasaki Character Portrait: Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek Character Portrait: Marin Liulfr Character Portrait: Weifeng Character Portrait: Zeke Morimoto
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Rena Fuuko
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Location||Townhouse
Time of day||Morning

The bright morning was a rather eye sore to Rena who had like always been drinking the night before. She groggily roamed around her own place before finally getting dressed and ready to go see her little students. She stared at herself in her heart shaped pink leather mirror, slightly admiring her form but also looking at the face of someone she had grown tired of seeing.
"It's too early to think about painful things.. She sighed and gradually turned her back on the haunting reflection. Rena shook her head clearing it of negativity as she quickly burst out the door.

After a not too long trip Rena ended up at the familiar Townhouse and threw open the door suddenly, entering it loudly. "Good morning my younglings!!!~" Rena chimed giggling. She strolled around the kitchen greeting everyone by invading their personal space as always. "Oh Sho! You must let me style your hair!" She said as she passed him by, running her nails through a long piece of his hair. "Aww...And where is my Ryland and his gorgeous body structure? She paused for a moment looking around disappointedly.
She finally ended up right behind Ibuki, giving her a hug., with Her rather large breasts squeezing the tiny form. "And just how are my little ones this shining day!?"Rena exclaimed excitedly searching the room for an answer.

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Character Portrait: Sho Kurosawa Character Portrait: Mina Yoshino Character Portrait: Yukio Kawasaki Character Portrait: Ryland Van Leeuwenhoek Character Portrait: Marin Liulfr Character Portrait: Weifeng Character Portrait: Zeke Morimoto Character Portrait: Rena Fuuko
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Location||Townhouse
Time of day||Mid-morning





"Morning Sen, I feel good today. I just have this feeling a client will walk through those doors today."

A voice had snapped her out of her momentary trance. Her eyes widened and she tensed up her eyes flying upwards to see Sho. She sighed, a faint smile turned at her lips and she closed her eyes as she calmed down.

"You startled me." She mentioned softly. Before patting his head and walking towards the exit of the kitchen. She knew that Sho was aware that she was not upset, the farthest from it. In fact she quite enjoyed his affectionate tendencies. It made her feel important. However she was interrupted by the most boisterous of persons in their band. Rena. Sen considered fleeing but alas, it was too late. The mature woman had already swaddled her in a tight hug, her enormous breasts shaping around her. Sen didn't fight it and placed a small hand lightly on the woman's arm. She was very used to Rena's affections. Sen knew about pieces of Rena's past, Mr. Giuseppe knew more but he had never told her and she didn't dare ask Rena. After all she was the most broken of any of us. Even if only Sen and Rena knew this.

"I'm fine. Pardon me Rena." Sen ducked out of Rena's hug and exited the kitchen with a few parting words to Rena. She swiftly made her way, passing miss Liulfr, Sen nodded to her and began leaving to the living room. Just as she suspected the air was full of the scent of sweet cigars. I knew he wasn't dead. Sen smiled brighter than she had in months. Luckily, no one was around to see it. This could only mean one thing. Sen's eyes shot over to the door just as she saw a figure approaching the townhouse thru the small window in the door. Sen said a quiet thanks to her father for bringing a job. This is what everyone needed. Hurrying over Sen opened the door and saw the nervous woman. She was dressed in plain clothing, her hair tied attractively back. She wasn't too old either. She looked like she had been crying. She looked up and took notice of Sen.

"I-is this the Bureau?" Sen nodded. "I n-need your help." Sen went out to her and took her hand, leading her in to sit on the couches in the little living area. The woman said a quiet thanks and quickly explained her troubles. "M-my little brother was kidnapped. I don't know why but he's been gone for three days now and. . . I got this note. It has ransom information. They said they'd k-ki-" The woman began crying again. Sen handed her a tissue.

"I understand. Let me guess, you don't have enough to pay the ransom?" The woman nodded lost in her thoughts. Sen smiled and took her hand.

"We'll get your brother back." Sen got her information and headed into the kitchen and poured tea into a thermos for the woman. Walking back to her she assured the lady they'd get him. Helping her on her way Sen told her they'd call her when they had him. Sen went back in and sat down. She'd tell everyone later. No need to start a fuss. Yet.