There are multiple challenges that lay before Y/n... some more trivial and simple than others.
Years prior, Y/n and her best friend Kunikida joined the Armed Detective Agency for a multitude of reasons at the time. Although her useful yet scary abi...
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[5.2]
-Checkmate-
"...you guys suck at whispering."
The resounding chatter abruptly stops as a childish man slumps into the only chair along the lengthy table. Elbow landing on its surface with a dramatic sigh, nimble fingers rasping a few times with a small pout.
"Isn't there supposed to be tea at these kinds of things?!" Ranpo groans, eyes gently closed.
Many reports check the photos of the man comparing it to the clearly bored detective. Hushed conversations follow as the realization dawns on them all. Incredulous gasps fill the entire space.
"Its a terrorist!"
He's really asking for it right now. Y/n mentally tuts roaming around the side of the room hidden by the shadowy lighting. Scanning the crowd for anyone with weapons or suspicious movement. Hand cradling his cheek he jut out a lip at the lack of hospitality. Such a man child. Smiling ever so slightly with a small head shake. Able to just make out a residual redness brushing high cheekbones, trailing across the arc of his nose bridge. A few cameras shutter with flashes of white which Ranpo soaks up like a sponge.
"The doors won't open, are we hostages?!" Several men bang on the doors.
So dramatic, he's not even doing anything. Deadpanning while adjusting her sunglasses.
"What is the reason behind your terror attacks?!" A female report shouts with emotion.
Y/n stiffens glancing at Ranpo's hands for any signal but he was tapping the table calmly.
"Excellent question" He sung out, snapping sharply. Poe turns off the lights hearing his signal. With a small sigh she moves closer to him feeling uneasy.
"Huy, whats upsy daisy!" A familiar voice comes through the speakers. The hostage video turning on behind him. "So Armed Detective Agency..."
Pausing the video Ranpo turns towards it. "This is the message that was delivered to the Agency six afternoons ago. Now, what happened after this? As I'm sure you're aware...this happened." Clicking play.
The upper half of his body clatters to the ground in a dull thump, Y/n winces at the video coming closer to the long table.
"And the Detective Agency, who was there to help was instead made out to be terrorists." Ranpo explains.
"Are you making excuses now?" The female report sharply spoke.
"Cut it out! He'll kill us!"
This should be interesting...the Agency has never experience being falsely accused of things. Not having a pit in her stomach from the exiling tone.
