A few months ago in Tokyo, a group of five people mysteriously vanished. When their bodies were discovered recently, it was revealed all five had been murdered. No one knew why, and the victims did not seem connected in any significant way. All that was known for certain was they had all lived within Tokyo shortly before their deaths. There appeared to be no real clues and the case began to go cold, until odd things began to happen. People began to report strange things such as seeing ghosts and other unusual phenomenon. The police thought it was crazy and dismissed the reports, until a strange woman was secretly sent in. The orders came from so high up they could not interfere, they were also given little explanation of why. They were told only that she had 'special abilities' that would help with the case.

The woman was known as a Supernatural P.I., and became the newest addition to their team. She could verify the presence of something supernatural and had the tools to fight them but she was not a full medium. She could see the ghosts and their auras but not hear their words. She would need a partner because of this and after some unfortunate events, she would get just that. The male was code named "Ghost", a male wanted by the police. When events led to his being brought in, she sensed his ability and gave him the choice of cooperation, or jail. He had little choice but to join her. Their abilities allowed them to learn that the five victims are indeed still in Tokyo just as witnesses thought... though they are not among the living. All five victims are instinctively aware that they were holding important knowledge, though they remember nothing of what it was or anything about their deaths.

One thing is clear, something is going down in Tokyo, that will prove deadly for even more innocents if it is not stopped. The two investigators must figure out what is going on with the spirits help, before time runs out. Not all are on their side, however, something is lurking within the shadows....A dark spirit who has been brought in by this unknown enemy to drag the five victims into darkness. Something wants to make sure their story can never be told, and stop the P.I's in their tracks, even if it means ending the detectives lives.

Supernatural P.I: Suzanne Chevalier (Staria)

Supernatural P.I: Yuki "Ghost" Sayuri (Kiyoto)

Victim: (Reserved for Happydeath)

Victim: Ken'ichi Edogawa (Kilia)

Victim: (Reserved for Shania583)

Victim:

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Villan:

Villan's Assistant: Bastian and Claude (Kiyoto)

Villan's Assistant:

Evil Spirit/Reaper: Reine Velika (Codette)

Human: (Reserved for Kilia)

Human: Ryou "Cress" Sayuri (Kiyoto)

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(spots can be added or taken as needed: If you wish to be a dark spirit summoned by the twins, let me know.)

1. NO Godmodding
2. Follow Mene Rules
3. Yaoi, Yuri and Romance allowed within the pg 13 rule.
4. NO OOC in the rp thread, keep it in the OOC, this is your only warning.
5. Submit pro's to me titled Supernatural, or they will not be looked at. NO ACCEPTIONS.
6. No killing off other's characters without their permission, NPC's are free game though.
7. Post a LARGE paragraph minimum, NO one. two or three liners. This is your warning. (I will be picky about who joins because of this.)
8. Not a grammar nazi or anything, but please do try in posts.
9. Keep it friendly.
10. Have fun.
11. More rules will be added if needed

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Day 1- The roleplay will start with where the Supernatural P.I has arrived within the agency. The bodies have been found/looked at as well. The ghosts of the victims are awakening and trying to figure out what has happened to them, which is causing a bit of mischif around the city. "Ghost" is just about to be brought in.

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Yuki "Ghost" Sayuri

Well, today was turning into one hell of a day. The sun shone down on the car as it waited outside of the building. The male inside knew why the people were there, even before the cop cars pulled up, surrounding the building. He smiled, allowing the curtains to fall back into place, turning away from the window. Walking to his system of computers, his fingers moved across the keys. Moments later, the security systems were disarmed. A few moments after that, the screenes glitched, reading the red message of an error, before glitching more and finally going black.

His system crashing and frying. They would get nothing out of his hardrives. He was known by many names, in many languages, in many places. Here however, the most common name for him, was that of "Ghost". It was a bit ironic, though none of the people he delt with or these police would know anything about that part of him. How could they? He walked to the dresser against the wall, picking up a case. Sitting it on the top and opening it, within was the sleek silver form of a gun. He knew he would be in more trouble if he was caught with it, though with what he was going to be in for, he doubted that would matter very much.

The cops were here for the simple fact that he had allowed it. They had found him for the simple fact that he had allowed it. After all this time of covering his tracks, of keeping out of sight, if they really believed he would be so stupid as to slip up so easily, they had a lot to learn. He looked at the weapon within his hand, before lowering it back into the case. He turned to the door. A smile on his lips, this would be a tad bit interesting. They were here to catch him, though with what he had left behind, they would not really be able to charge him with anything solid. They could try and he knew they would. He had allowed a few files to leak, in order to get them here and to direct them in his attention, but nothing really major that conflicted with his plans.

They had been looking for him for years. Many who saw him though could not believe he was him. He was only eighteen, and had far surpasssed many. People were beyond impressed when they saw what he was capable of, though this time, he wondered a bit what would happen. Crossing the room, he took up a seat within a chair that sat in the corner of the dark room, waiting. His eyes never leaving the door, even for a second. He could hear them outside, the slight sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and along the hall. He didn't move. He waited, watching the handle as it slowly turned.

His smile deepened, moments later the door was busted open. Cops filled the room, guns pointed at him, people yelling. They had blinding lights, though they mattered little. Did they expect him to be waiting to try and blow their heads off? No, he was smarter then that. A cop moved forward, grabbing his arm roughly and pulling him up to stand. His arms were pulled behind him, as another patted him down a bit, looking for any weapons. He had none on him at the moment. Others were already beginning to go through his room, that was fine, there was nothing there to find. He was pulled out of the room, led down the stairs and out to the black car.

The smile never left his lips, nor did he struggle. He was going to go willingly, which seemed to surprise his captors a bit. The back door of the car was opened, he was sat in the back. There was a woman in the back, looking through a file, he did not doubt was on him. The door closed, he kept his eyes on the back of the driver's seat. "My name is miss Ariette" the female spoke, "you know why we are here?" He moved his eyes over to her slightly "should I?" he asked in an innocent voice. She glanced up at him, then down at the papers. "Yuki Sayuri...not much here on you, though for being who you are, that is not surprising" she sighed. "And who exactly is it you believe I am?" he asked.

The woman's eyes moved to him once more, "be as coy as you like, but this matter will be decided. You will be tried and if found guilty, you could be going away for a long, long time." "Ah, but if I am correct, you have to prove that I am who you in fact think I am first...am I correct?" he smiled a bit once more. The woman opened her mouth to say something. "Ah ah ah...I havn't been read my rights, and it would be bad for you to question me in any way before I speak to a lawyer...wouldn't want to have to let me go on a technicality now would you?" he tilted his head lightly. She fell silent, sighing once more, before going back to the papers.

He returned his gaze to the back of the driver's seat, taking a breath. Move one had been made, move two was in session. The car pulled away from the curb, driving down the street. He figured they would take him back to the station first, to process him, before placing him in holding while things were worked out. He leaned his head back against the seat, closing his eyes for the trip. He had nothing more to say to the woman at this point. The car eventually slowed, coming to a stop. His eyes slowly opened, the door opening.

A guard grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the back. His eyes moved up to rest on the large building before him. So this was the station, not that intimidating at all. He was pulled up the steps, forced to go into the building. He felt the eyes on him of everyone they passed within. The female with the file followed behind, her heels clicking on the floor, the only sound at the moment. They walked to a holding area, the cell door opened, his hands were released from the cuffs, before he was pushed inside. The door closed behind him, he turned to see the guard smirking at him, "we got you now..Ghost."

A single candle burned in the chilled room. Reine Velika stood in the very center. This was her home, her domain and her own hell. The room was dark, even with the reflected candle light.
"Not good enough."She whispered. The Reaper held out her hand and a spark from the candle flew to her. Reine slowly opened her eyes and with a twitch of her fingers, the spark jumped from her hand to a nearby unlit candle, and continued to leap from candle to candle, covering the room with soft light.

The room wasn't as eerie as first impressions can seem. White marble covered the floor, gold metallaire tiles shimmered on the ceiling. A crystal chandelier shimmered light from above her head. There were marble sculptures and ivory statuettes. A large desk and chairs were carved out of cherry wood, with golden edging. A mirrors everywhere. Full length, portraits, landscapes, arch, napoleons, wall hanging mirrors and floor mirrors. The entire room was reflected by mirrors, which made the careful placement of candles so precious. Although there was light, it wasn't an overlight bright room still. There were still plenty of shadows.

Reine smiled with almost a childish giggle. "Much better." She hated open spaces, to easy for someone to come up behind you. But mirrors... well her mirrors turned the odds in her favor. Not that she believed someone would be stupid enough to track her down on her turf, but one can never be to cautious. Especially when you've already died once, and don't plan on disapearing forever. "So much to do, so much to do." Reine sank her body across her plush red Louis XVI fainting couch, curling her torso over the high rounded arm, the skirt of her dress billowed around her legs.

"Something must be done about those ghosts... It would not reflect well to have them continue to run around carelessly. Those secrets....must be kept secret." Reine pulled back a lock of her curly hair that had fallen infront of her face. Her bright blue eyes shimmered with ideas, and few of them pleasant. "The best way to skin a cat, is slowly and painfully. Perhaps ghosts work the same. With this contract I'm no longer an ordinary Reaper. I wonder what that Villians plan is... The sooner I'm told, the faster this mess can be cleaned up." The Reaper turned over and sank her body to sit in the couch, her back on the tall arm. Drawing up her knees, she looked to the mirror on the wall across from her. She sighed happily at her reflection. No point in getting worked up about anything. The Boss will let me know when the time is right." She chuckled at the thought.

Reine stood up and walked to her desk, and picked up the daggers that she had laid there. One was tucked into a holster on her thigh, a sheathed one was carefully tucked in the bodice of her dress, the last, a stiletto was tucked inside of her sleeve. To this day, she had only required her daggers once on a hunt, and that was to chase off another Reaper. Capturing loose souls to drag to Hell was not a friendly occupation for co-workers. It didn't matter who captured the soul, it was the Reaper that brought it back that received the glory.

Fingering the London Blue Topaz on her necklace, she stepped through one of her mirrors, and opened her eyes to find herself in Hell. Humans weren't too far off when they thought of fire and brimstone, but it was more of a demonic miasma. The Reapers specifically required to come back now and again, to absorb the miasma and continue their work in the land of the living.

Reine could hear a distant wail of a woman. "Heartbroken dear." she grinned, but it didn't last long. She noticed demons and Reapers giving her a wide berth. It was because of the contract. Reapers don't make deals with humans. Even lesser demons only do it for personal gain. Reine gave a soft growl, and touched her topaz again. She knew what she was doing. She didn't deserve the dirty looks the others gave her. Even with her contract she was still bringing in more souls than the rest of them. The girl stepped back into the wall from where she came.

This time she entered the human world. "Welcome to Tokyo. Where Hell just broke loose." Reine giggled to herself. This portal had lead to a park. She noticed a man selling umbrellas. Using telekinesis, she commandeered one. The sunlight didn't affect Reapers like it did demons, but too much light was still uncomfortable. She sighed. The man was no where close to dying, but it didn't mean it still couldn't be a miserable day. Deciding not to put too much effort into it, Reine simply used her telekinesis to dig a sharp hole just as the man was stepping down. There was a delightful crack and his screams of pain. "Sweet Music." she whispered, and made her way out of the park, and into the bustling city.

Bastian and Claude

The brothers remained in the mansion, the darkened room a better feel for them then the bright outside light. They laid in the bed, relaxing and sleeping late, Claude laying against his brother's chest. "Are these plans really needed?" he asks. Bastian ran his fingers over his brother's back, looking up at the cieling a bit. "I believe things will work out as they need to, all we can do for now is obey and follow the master" Bastian looked down at his brother, reguarding the other with a light smile. Claude sighed, nuzzling closer to his brother, before slipping out of the blankets. He felt his brother's eyes on him, as he moved to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Do not worry so much brother" Bastian called, sitting up in the bed. "How can I not? We are leaving much of this in the hands of a mortal who thinks he is in command of us and the master" Claude's voice sounded slightly annoyed from the bathroom. His brother sighed a bit, getting up and going in. The water was running, but he stopped his brother, wrapping his arms around the other. "Trust me then brother...you know I will protect you and keep you safe" he nuzzled into his shoulder. Claude smiled, nodding a bit "you really know how to get to me." "Of course" Bastian laughed, placing soft kisses on the back of his neck "I know everything about you as you do me my brother."

Claude looked in the mirror at the two of them, before turning to hug his other half. He smiled, "thank you..." he slipped into the shower. Bastian thought perhaps that a meal would do good for the two of them, walking out of the bedroom. The sunlight filtering through the curtains within the hall made him stick to the other side. Sunlight, it was harsh on their eyes, though they could stand it if needed. He prefered sunglasses when he did though. He ran a hand through his hair, making sure to keep it from fluffing up around his horns. He walked down the stairs towards the large kitchen. They had aquired this home from a wealthy buisiness man, who's soul now resided within the darkness.

The other in charge of what was going on had their way of reaching them if needed. Going into the kitchen, he slipped over to the fridge. There was fresh juice and milk for them, which he was happy about. He wondered what his brother would enjoy, being hounds, the thought of meat crossed his mind. His brother however was more leaning towards a healthier life lately. He decided on making eggs, bacon and a fresh fruit mix, placing it on a tray. He poured two glasses of orange juice, and then a mug of tea and one of coffee. He added cream and sugar to both as the twins liked it, before moving to his cell left on the counter. So far no messages or calls from the master, not even a projection.

Seemed she did not need them for now, that was fine with him. He was enjoying the relaxing time with his brother. He took the tray back up, as Claude came out of the bathroom drying his hair off. He glanced at the tray with a smile "feeling generous this morning?" Bastian smiled, handing the mug of coffee to him, which he accepted greatfully. "I thought I would do something good for my brother this morning" he took a drink of juice, before moving to the dresser. They knew they should get dressed, in case the master called the two of them to come . They both put on a suit, Bastian's was dark black while Claude's was dark blue.

It was the only way to tell the two appart, since they were identical. Things were going to get interesting around her soon enough, Bastian could feel his brother's excitement and nerves. He felt the same , though he was the better at hiding it. When they had dressed, he pulled his brother back onto the bed to eat, before the food got cold. He smiled happy that his brother was enjoying the fruit. He took a bite of bacon, looking over a bit at the window. They would not fail the master, more importantly, he would not fail his brother. Claude leaned against him, making him smile as he kissed the other's head.

"Time to take your leave Mr. Johnson." drawled a rather cheerful voice speaking to the guard, just the slightest hint of an American accent in her voice. The man seemed to shift with a combination of nervousness and anger but ultimately obeyed as a rather unimposing woman walked in. She was shapely but with an athletic muscle structure that implied it wasn't careful dieting that gave her that hourglass figure leaving her not quite the delicate model type many preferred. Her face was equally not quite perfect, being pretty, youthful but not particularly stunning or exotic though it did show she came from some American or European local originally and her fingers were slightly calloused. She was not particularly tall either, and beneath her trench coat was a rather plain tank paired with jeans that made her look more like a teenager then a tough young detective. All and all though attractive enough the red head seemed the kind easily over looked in a crowd despite the trench coat she always wore as if she got cold easily. She gave Yuki a similiar smile as she had to the man. It was cheerful, outgoing and bright but didn't seem to particularly reveal anything though it's optimistic cheer often made people assume she was a little ditzy. Even her aura, for those who were spiritually inclined seem to be the same as that smile. Bright, clear, yet revealing none of the things it really should have...

"Hello there. My my my your file has some interesting bits. Did you really do all this? and here all the mediums i've been looking at lately have been so boring I was worried. Weaker than you too I think, so I'm prepared to offer you a deal if you don't mind spending some time with me and stopping something worse instead of going to prison." She said lightly as she leaned against the wall with her knee bent slightly to place her foot against the wall along with her back. She held a file in her hand, considerably thicker then Ariette's. She appeared to be looking through it really as she spoke, but there was just a certain casual air about it her that it was relatively clear why the guard had disliked her. She appeared to be rather loose and casual, the kind no hard nosed detective would think could do a good job at anything. Still her boyscott mentality meant that no one got away with anything illegal under her nose which didn't earn her any fans either. Oh well, she'd never really been the type to even understand a popularity contest, let alone want to win one.

"The deals pretty straight forward. You use your powers that I can sense to translate for some ghosts with me while I do some supernatural work and you get immunity for all crimes committed prior to this point, along with your file shredded. You'll also get a salary that's fairly negotiable. Now I won't pretend it's a safe gig or the best paying... as I'm sure you can sense as well as i do." She paused then and closed the file, those blue tinted green eyes turning to him. She looked at him with a look of almost concern and understanding as she tilted her head to the side.

"No one who knows what their talking about it will hold it against you if you're scared and would rather go to prison. You can back out now but once you accept that's pretty much it, or you go straight back to jail. A deal is a deal after all, only fair. Not everyone thinks what's coming at tokyo is worth letting you off...I disagree." She said then, as if she genuinely thought he would. She could sense that pushing him around wasn't likely going to get anywhere and she was straight forward by nature. There was dark and demonic spirits in tokyo.. one's that could kill you no matter what was said by those without spiritual power.

He leaned back against the wall of the cell, sitting on the little bench within. He had heard the woman's voice, as the guard left and she approached. He closed his eyes, having little intrest in what she was saying or what the file held. He knew what most of it was, he had let it slip out. He heard her speak of how she had to ask if he had done all of this. Many found it hard to believe he was who he was, because of his age and such. When they found out what was real, they were shocked and impressed. He was capable of a lot more than people thought he was or gave him credit for. He listened to the woman speak, even if he gave no hint away to that he was listening.

She seemed to cut right to the chase, having no intrest in messing around. Much like himself, though if he lost intrest, he tended to just ignore or move on. The terms she spoke of, helping her on a case or jail were pretty blunt. He thought about it for a moment, jail, he had not come all this way for that. Even though they could hold him for awhile if they were smart enough to follow the leads he had left, he doubted they would hold him for to long. That did not matter to him, the other part was what he was interested in. The case she needed help on, needing him to speak to some spirits while she worked on the case. He had been noticing some of the activity around town, some of it within here as well, partially the reason he had allowed himself to get caught. Immunity hmm? A salary and all he had to do was help. He smiled a little bit as he listened to her finish talking.

So she thought he was afraid or wanted to back out? He turns his head a little to look at her. "Straight to the point hmm? And jail....fear....come now, do you really think that is me?" he stood slowly, walking to the front of the cell. He looked her over a bit. So, she was aware of his power, as he could sense hers. Looking at her soul, he could easily see she was stronger then she was letting on beyond that cheery attitude. He smiles a bit, leaning on the bars just a little. His eyes was on her and for a little while he was silent. He noticed a few of the others within the place were watching the two of them.

He turned away a bit, walking back over towards the bench within the room. "Immunity from all past crimes hmm, that is if I have done anything really...if I accept it gives confirmation on who you believe it is that I am...if not I could spend awhile in jail, though are you even sure you have the right person?" he sat down once more smiling a bit at her. "Desicions desicions...." he leaned his head back on the wall, looking up at the cieling of the cell for a moment. "You do not believe these terms should be on the table hmm? I am surprised whoever it is that gave them actually believes in all of this...but with enough evidence anything is possible" he turned his head, to look at her "why do you need me hmm?"

"Sometimes fear is good common sense so I wouldn't fault you." She responded with a warm and deep laugh, a bit of teasing in her eyes. She didn't seem to be particularly concerned with being watched or with his attempting to pretend it could be someone else. She had an instinct about such things, knew guilt or innocence in ways that made most people... even other psychics uncomfortable. One thing she wasn't one hundred percent sure off was that he'd take it. Death was a funny thing... sometimes it scared people more then jail did. The unknown perhaps... though perhaps for him that wasn't quite the same problem as most. It wasn't to many like them... perhaps why many in The Program had committed suicide even once escaped. The other survivors that been rescued with her had.... then again they had other pains to deal with. Oh well, none of that mattered now, the deal did so once her laugh ended she continued.

"As to why i need you... simple. I need a translator and I want it to be someone who has some capacity to defend themselves if things get a little messy. I can sense spirits but I can't communicate with them so it's kinda hard to ask questions and all. So you interested in the job or not?" She asked simply. She continued to smile at him not worried about what may happen if he tried to read her as she assumed he would eventually or may have already. She had no doubt he could see her 'cloak' and the straps that represented her self binding. It had once been an attempt to actually destroy that part of her but now it was merely an attempt to hide her from dark spirits and make her seem human from a far. Her aura would hide everything inside her body and show nothing really as if in constant 'sleep' or 'defense' mode of some sort... kinda like a tv with really bad static hides it's picture. It was as if you were trying to see it through some snowy interference in a windstorm... in fact it rather did resemble snow and the blue with in seemed restrained, as if the straps were physically holding something in that vivid blue form. Then again the fact she could hide everything like that without even seeming to try probably showed her strength even more clearly then a direct look would so she imagined he was smart enough to realize she was no weakling.

She didn't mind really, if others knew she was strong it was just her unconscious way to keep people out. She just saw no reason for anyone to see her emotion or who she was or any of the true self an aura and soul could show... or more importantly the lasting effects of The Program. Most had broken under it, whether by going comatose or becoming psychotic. She had survived, she had become stronger, but there were things in her no one should see and she had little interest in letting out. Some secrets were protected not for the sake of the keeper but rather those who would accidentally stumble on it. So she hid in an eternal storm, an eternal winter... only releasing some of her inner fire when facing other monsters...

Reine let out a small huff. She hated necessary evils... like exposing her back. Especially in the large city. It was impossible not to expose your back, even harder to defend it when your holding a pink umbrella with yellow ducks... "I should have thought the umbrella out better...." her eyebrow twitched with disgust.

Her long curls bounced against her back as she walked. People tended to stare when she was out in public. Her appearance, clothing and the way she carried herself were very foreign.

Reine scanned the mortals around her. Watching them carefully. There had to be a weak soul, there had to be a dying soul nearby. THERE! Reine grinned. It was a woman, about 30. The Reaper quikened her steps, to follow just behind her. 'hmm, nothing special about her.' Then Reine saw it. Fate had decided her future. Distracted by talking on her cell phone, the woman stepped out into traffic, not seeing the truck coming her way.

Reine stood on the sidewalk, a small smile on her lips. People around her panicked and ran about, screaming. Reine stepped forward and held out her hand. "Come on. You don't have a choice." The Reaper grabbed the hand of the girls soul and walked away. "Nooo Let Me Go."
"And let another Reaper have you? No." Reine touched her topaz and walked into an empty alley.

Returning to her room, Reine breathed an easy sigh. The soul behind her was crying. "Shut up, and deal with reality sister. You're dead, your soul is going to hell and I'm the Reaper that claimed you." Reine pushed her through a mirror. "Enjoy Hell." She rolled her eyes, and followed.

Reine led the spirit through Hell. Reaching the Pool of the Damned, the soul was pleading. "Look your not going anywhere but down deal with it!" Reaper was exhausted by this spirit. Without any kindness she tossed the soul in. "Damn she was annoying." Ignoring the demons and Reapers, she returned to her domain.

Falling on her fainting couch, she sighed. "Right... the Twins." Reine concentrated on her assistants. She sent an image of herself to Claude and Bastian.

"Twins. Claude Bastian. When it's 'convenient', I require you two do do some recon on the lost souls... The Ghosts. The Mortal hasn't made a move yet, but we can't afford to hesitate. Am I clear?"

Bastian had been enjoying a nice morning with his brother when the image of the master had appeared before them. He sighed lightly, so much for this nice morning. Claude stood, being more respectful, Bastian slowly following to stand himself. The woman wanted them to do recon...in daylight? He sighed a bit again, great. Claude shot him a bit of a look, before bowing to the image of their master. "Of course mistress....as you wish" he says with a light charming smile. Bastian hated seeing his brother bow to anyone, though it could not be helpped, he slowly bowed as well.

"We will get on it" he said, before walking past the image to the dresser. He retrieved two pairs of sunglasses, tossing one to his brother. They were stronger than human glasses, and would do fine. As to the horns, the two would need hats. He didn't want to hide them, especially to keep out of the way of humans. He crossed to the closet as his brother looked at the glasses he had been given. Doing recon, looking for the souls. They would have to split up then right? He takes a bit of a breath, that would be alright...wouldn't it? He could handle being on his own, that was not the problem.

He headed to the door, as his brother followed him. The two headed down into the livingroom, where the female was waiting for them. They bow to her, as a sign of respect and loyalty. Bastian pulled his brother close to him. "We will find them mistress" he said, before moving towards the door. Claude smiled a bit before following his brother. They had to find the spirits who were causing their plans so much trouble. The energy from the city was giving away the presence of a few spiritual presences around the room. Bastian placed his hat on, heading towards the car that waited in the driveway.

Claude smiling and following the other to it. It was not long before they were off on the rhoad, the city before them. There were plenty of people around, active and on their daily work. They pulled up before a park, Bastian slowling the car down to allow them to take in the area and the people. Claude scanned the area around them, taking in the presences of those around. None of them were even remotly as powerful, all these people were normal humans. There was a bit of residual energy from the spirits, but they seemed to have moved off for now. So they were not around here, that was fine with him. Bastian seemed to be bored by this as well, the lack of action or anything at all really was annoying him. Smiling a bit, he took his brothers hand. "It is alright brother" he reassures him.

Bastian smiled a bit and nodded. They needed to locate the spirits as well as the mortal who seemed to be poking their nose where they did not belong. Pulling away from the park, Bastian took his phone out to look at the messages. Nothing, so the mistress did not seem to have anything much to go on at the moment either. That was fine with him as well, even if he did not like the boaring silence, he did not like having to rush into a fight either. They needed to know what they were up against, to know the enemy before they were going into anything. If not they could risk exposing themselves as well as causing more harm to the plan or getting killed. He would NOT allow anything to happen to his brother, if that ment taking it slow and careful, that would be what he would do.

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A cameo locket hung by a silver chain, around the slender, porcelain neck of a female in running gear. She was easily over looked, often ignored, the way people talked around her, moved around her, you could almost say that it is as if she was a ghost her self among the living. This was not true however, she was living as much as the next person.

Taking a closer look at this person of little interest, you could make out a name and a black cat behind one of her ears, her black hair was tied in a french braid, and her striking amber eyes that most could not forget about. The afore mentioned eyes, scanned the area around her, she was terrible at math but yet you would say she had a calculating gaze. She wasn't calculating, she was seeing a path that no one else could see. She took a deep breath, tugged the back until it was secured against her.

A few more moments passed before the curvy female darted forward, ducking and weaving through people. Slipping down an alley way, kicking her self off the fence that blocked the path, onto the wall and back over the fence. Landing safely on the other side, smiling to her self as she continued down the alleyway, sliding across a car that had parked in front of her. She vaguely saw the people that were inside of it before continued on her way to the police station. Her trip there had been much longer.

She smiled and waved at everyone, cops and criminals alike, finally slipping into the women's restroom to clean up and change into her uniform. She stretched some as she walked out, placing her bag in the bottom draw of her desk.

"MEW!!" came the sound of the black cat that was sitting in her chair, causing the endowed woman to jerk in surprise, looking around to see if anyone else noticed the creature. She moved to touch it, only to watch as it disappeared from sight once more. She stared at her seat for a few moments before she sat down once more, she believed she was crazy but she knew if she told anyone about the things she saw that they would lock her away for the rest of her life.

He took a breath, the feeling of the other near him was a bit annoying. He didn't really care for her, though he didn't really care for many people really. She could think all she wanted that she was in control of their little meeting, but she knew less than she did. He smiled a bit, sitting forward and looking down at the ground as she spoke to him. He doubted she could really let him go, if she needed him for this purpose she wouldn't be so inclined to let him say no so easily, even if she would not admit it. He sighed, standing and streatching his arms above his head. He tilted his head back to the side a bit to look over at her.

"Verywell..." his eyes gave nothing away. He merely looked at her like he was bored at the moment. This little deal was fine, he had let himself be brought here for his own reasons. This case explained a bit about what was going on within the city that he felt. He turned to face her now, looking into her eyes. "I will accept this little deal, but understand that I am doing this for my own reasons, I care little for yours" he smiled, before stepping over to the door of the holding cell. "So shall we get on the job...partner" the last word was said a bit playfully. His eyes flickered over to a desk on the far end of the station. His attention now on a woman who had seemed to exit out of the bathroom, or more on the chair behind her desk.

The cat...He got a definite abnormal feeling from it, and the feeling of another soul was deffinetly in the air. He was not really paying much attention to the woman before him anymore, as he kept his eyes on the other end of the station. His own body had tensed a bit, though it was hard to see merely by looking at him. He slowly slid his eyes back to the female before him, his eyes still as uninterested and bored as they had been. "Seems your little office has a visitor" he turned away to streatch his legs. "Do not believe this means you are in charge or have grounds to order me around" he said, continuing their convorsation almost casually dispite what he had said moments before. He did not deal with athourity well, nor did he have any intention on being anyone's lapdog. He would do what needed to be done but on his terms and space. He knew how to deal with all of this and take care of it all, though it would merely mean he had one more person to worry about.

She glanced towards the feeling of a strange presence even if all she could see was a flicker of aura energy, her 'snow' flickering slightly so she could peek out more clearly but dismissed it quickly. It was of the dead, faint and almost lost with no real shape to her just like any deceased persons would be. Death seemed to leave only a hollow ghost of an aura for her making it hard to even sense clearly. Spirits were not uncommon right now... though the trapped dead always made her a little sad. She had a girl trapped near her once, a girl she would always feel guilty for. Briefly something endlessly sad, maybe even a little lonely, flickered behind her eyes but that smile never faltered. Smile, keep going, and stay strong. That was the policy of her life. She glanced towards him only as he called her 'partner' and seemed almost as if waking from a dream for a moment so distant. She laughed again and simply shook her head, his rudeness not seeming to bother her. People who were rough around the edges was not precisely new though the partner caused her to raise her eyebrow and seem slightly surprised.

"Okay, well we just need your signature on a bit of paper work then you can put this file in the shredder yourself or I can and I can show you way to our office." She said simply. She had only half thought he would accept the deal but could do nothing to make him if he didn't so she'd have expected to have to try to find another medium. Her job was murder and kidnapping and the like, not cyber crimes. Computers were never really something she understood well... her aura often made them glitch when she tried to do anything if she felt anything while doing it half the time so she was probably one of the few detectives who used pen and paper anymore. She had a computer set up for him but it was just not really something she dealt with well herself. She shrugged off the thought, actually rather glad to have the deal out of the way. She would unlock the cell and sit next to him without much ado, not really paying attention to his obvious distaste. She was back to being a cop instead of a p.i. so being resented wasn't that unusual. Hell sometimes a P.I. was worse, people always expected you to be looking for who they were sleeping with.

"Just sign here, here, and here." She pointed out simply as she took some papers from on top of the file and took a pen from her pocket. She always had random seeming things stuffed in her pockets. She simply gave him a smile and held out the pen towards him. His accused crimes had shown such a spurning of authority that if fear for his life wasn't bad enough to stop him she was sure that this would have been.

Reines form nodded. "I'm counting on you boys." Feeling confident that Claude and Bastian would find out anything they could, she allowed her image to evaporate. They may be troublesome at times, but Reine trusted the demon twins. They would avoid letting her down in anyway possible. Even when she sent them out and about during the day.

She gave a sigh as she lounged across the fainting couch. "I swear, that Mortal is going to pay for keeping me in suspense. 'Wait until I contact you' geeze. The Wonderful Reine Velika kept waiting, like a dog waiting for her master to call. Damn mortals and their contracts." Reine wished she could tear up that contract. Reapers and Demons wont take her seriously, being a servant to the Mortal. It was humiliating. At least the Twins didn't turn their backs to her. The Twins remembered just how powerful she is.

Annoyed with herself and her lack of information, Reine toyed with her charm. Grabbing her own black and white lace parasol, she walked through the mirror to the human world again. Claude and Bastian would find information their way, she would try another. In Hell there had been a rumour of P.I.'s in the area. She needed to check if it was true or not. While as a normal Reaper, P.I's wouldn't be a problem, she was simply a part of the Wheel of Fate. But with her current goals, well... Reine knew if they were on the case about the Souls, well it wouldn't be long before they interfered with her.

Stepping out into the sunlight, Reine shadowed herself with her parasol, and made her way, once again down the crowded streets to the police station. Cautiously, she made her way inside, looking at the bulletin board for 'Lost/Found" items, to avoid being paid to much attention. She glanced around, trying to determine if any had psychic abilities.

The male sat on the desk behind his sister, of course he didn't know who she was related to him, he just knew that she had a connection to him. He chuckled as he watched her reaction to the cat he had made appear in her seat though it had not lasted long. Soon his eyes drifted over to the female PI and the male she seemed to be springing from the jail. The same shocking, amber eyes that his sister had stared at the two, he couldn't help but fidget as the male watched him.

This left him unnerved considering he had to run and escape from reapers since the moment his soul was freed from his body. Well that isn't the total truth, but he did have to get away from the reapers that had ran into him, after all he was missing a lot in his memory and needed to find out what it was exactly.

The slender yet muscular male stood up, stroking Shizuka's hair before kissing the top of her head. Though it was pointless for him to do something like that since he just went through her and she couldn't feel it or maybe she did since she had shuddered. He watched as she looked up, watching her amber eyes look around the room once more before it landed on the couple that he had been weary about also. To be honest though he wasn't the only ghost that was there, which he had to admit felt nice since they were more solid and real to him then the living. Though those ghosts were criminals or other cops personal ghosts like the dogs that stayed with their masters even in death.

He couldn't help but think that this was one of the safest place in the town, since he had yet to see the reapers in here but he could always be wrong. He was getting nervous, and because of that, he could not help but move to the front door. He passed by Reine, when he did so it sent a chill down his spine, something he only got when he was around a angel of death. He looked around once more, not seeing anyone that was out of place of suspicious before he slipped through the door, finally getting away from the eyes that had been staring at him so seriously.

He sat against the wall behind the bench, looking up at the cieling once more. Things were going so far according to a semi plan he had within his mind. He glanced at her as she sat down next to him. He was tempted to move away from her. It was slightly getting on his nerves, though as long as she was not physically touching him, that was fine. It was partially why he wore the gloves and the long blue coat that he usually did. Keep the skin covered had been a bit of a thing for him since he was little, though it had not always helped. He glanced at the pen for a moment in her hand, looking at it.

Reaching up, he took it, careful to not even brush her fingers at all. Taking the papers from her in a similar manner, his eyes scanned over the words on them. Typical legal stuff, nothing really major. He made sure there were no hidden or unmentioned areas where it could cause problems for him, before slowly signing. His wrighting was beautiful, dispite his use of computers and such. He was familiar with taking information and such the old fashioned way. He had been through schooling and such he needed to be versitile.

Now was not the time to be going over history though, so he pulled his mind back to the present. He glances at the desk across the station. The ghost had slipped out from the station, causing him to slightly raise an eyebrow. He took a breath, looking back at the papers to which he was signing his name. He finished, then handed the papers back to the woman, before standing from the bench. Being to close for long was not his strong suit. He took a few steps away, casually brusing it off as a need to streatch his legs and his arms above his head.

"Mmm...there, you have your signed papers....now the file if you do not mind" he smiles a bit, though his eyes had not changed from the bored and aloof look they had had for most of this little meeting of theirs. He did not say anything more for the moment, there was not much else to say, unlessshe had any questions for him. It was not like he would give her any information really, he had his reasons for getting rid of a lot of his past, so he was not in a rush to allow it to be brought back to light like this. Especially for some woman who shared little intrest in him. He leaned against the wall on the other side of the cell, watching and waiting for her to make her next move.

Alright, our office is this way. Feel free to use the shredder in there." She said simply as she handed over the file. It was her personal copy but she'd only had it a couple days so looked like your typical cop file. If she'd had it longer it would be like the ones in her office, with sticky notes and random notes in her unreadable handwriting. The notes were often more theory then fact, or just random connections she'd noted that didn't seem to mean anything, even if they could read it which she'd yet to meet anyone who could even if they knew english well. It drove most other people crazy and meant they'd only borrow her files if the had to. The only thing in this one that made it any thicker was the notes on what the terms meant which showed she was about as tech savvy as potato... hell at least a potato could be used to turn on a light bulb so maybe even a potato had her beat on that.

After he'd taken the file she would walk with her hands in her pockets, and left him to follow at his own pace. She didn't seem particularly concerned that he would or not. It'd be kinda silly to break the deal right in the police station and she didn't know much about him but she was sure stupid was the one thing he definitely wasn't. She would pause briefly to hand the deal to a waiting aid that would carry it over to file it with the D.A. She would then continue walking to a door in the back that had only her name. No title, no details, just her name and it was taped up instead of actually written out. It was probably for visiting brass or something but it was good sized and it worked well.

One half was obviously hers, most of it filled with file cabinets, a desk, and a large so called 'murder board. The desk was plain, beat up and worn as if she'd brought it herself .... and likely through a couple war zones. On either corner of the desk was a large vase of flowers, the only real personal touch, but the flowers were beautiful and well cared for. The other items on the desk where a pile of files and a rather old desk top computer that showed it was rarely used. It was clear she preferred pen, paper, and the whiteboard in the corner that had victim photos and what little information there was... which was pretty much cause of death and a bunch of information about their lives that showed no real connections. The other half of the room was just the opposite and clearly prepared for him. The desk was new, the computer top notch, and a single file cabinet. The one thing in common was a shredder and trashcan next to each desk.

"that desk's yours. I had the tech team put together the computer, but if you want to replace it you can. It's suppose to be the latest and everything." As she spoke she waved at the desk once he entered. She hadn't gotten to close to it, as if technology itself made her uncertain. It wasn't as if she'd know the difference. She barely recognized what a bug looked like and only out of paranoia. She wouldn't know the difference between a pc and a mac. So she left it to him to judge it satisfactory or not.

Serenity Fox

Serenity was still dressed the exact same way as when she died. Her white off the shoulder top, faded jean shorts, worn out combat boots, and glowing blue goggles that sat atop her head. Her black hair messily pulled back, but down as to still cover the tattoo on the back of her neck. As well as her black finger less glove on her right hand. When she moved to Tokyo she had to change the way she dressed, meaning that she had to go from a more formally dressed girl, which made it obvious of her lifestyle. To the more tough girl kind of look that she dressed as now, to protect herself. She had only done this though to lay low for a bit and not to gain attention, knowing that the way she normally dressed would have. The only things that she never changed was her black hair and red eyes, as she was fond of those and didn't really have the heart to change them.

Walking around the streets of Tokyo now Serenity smiled at how peaceful it all seemed. She had no idea that the reapers were still after her as she thought that she had gotten away from them when she first died. So thinking that everything was calm she walked around often admiring the things that she never really got the chance to when she was alive. Being afraid that someone could be following her at every moment made it impossible for her not to be paranoid; meaning that she tried to stay away from major crowds. But now that has all changed and she wanders around exploring the city.

Although Serenity has the appearance of a tough girl she really isn't unless she needs to be. She is fond of making other people smile even though she is dead it makes her feel like she has bettered that person’s life. Though when she does get bored and restless she does pull a few pranks, normally on people who she deems deserving. She hasn't really gotten used the whole being a ghost thing so she still keeps some of her routines the same. As in she still goes back to her apartment at night even though it is empty, goes on her walk through the parks, and sits at a small coffee shop.

At the moment though Serenity was admiring the downtown life, people going from point A to B, shops busy, cars trying to get through traffic. She just stood at one of the corners though watching, taking it all in. She couldn't believe that people where so busy that they ignored what was actually going on, she laughed at the thought though because she had been one of those people before she died. From there she stepped out onto the street to cross to a small park where children were playing to her they were the easiest to make happy. She had no worries about the cars that traveled on the roads as being a ghost they went right through her. It was an odd feeling but it was manageable once you got used to it.

Reaching the park she sat down on one of the benches that an on looking parent would sit at to have a conversation with a friend while keeping a watchful eye on their child. They all looked so happy playing games, swinging on swings, playing on the jungle gym. She smiled to herself then created one of her ghost-lights that took on the shape of a butterfly. At the moment she had to concentrate on it to keep it going but once it was strong enough she just watched it float its way through the playground. Some of the children even stopped what they were doing and followed it. This made her laugh as it was curiosity that made children so much easier to please. She watched them follow it until she made it disappear and watched their faces as it came back. She would probably sit there for a while longer just creating the glowing blue butterflies and making them disappear for the enjoyment of the children.

Reine frowned. She was unable to pinpoint if any within could be P.I's. Continuing to pretend to read, the Reaper pulled her hair over her shoulder, and began to play with the curls.

A soft vibration ran down her spine. SPIRIT! Her eyes flashed wide open, and with great difficulty, casually looked around her. There was no sign of a loose Spirit, but she was sure she felt it. Nibbling on her lower lip, Reine gave the police station one last sweeping look, before exiting. Opening her parasol, Reine choose a direction and began to walk down it. She really wished she had caught the presence of the Spirit sooner.

She pulled a cell phone out of her pocket and with a small groan she turned it on. "I hate technology." she mumbled. Unfortunately mortals seemed to dislike seeing a Soul Projection... it unnerved them. Clumsily she sent the Twins a text message. 'I felt a Spirit leaving the Police Station. Shift your search to this area -Reine- ' Nibbling on her lower lip, she reread the message two or three times, searching for spelling errors. When she finally deemed it appropriate she pressed send. "I hate this thing." Reine slipped the phone back into her dress pocket.

Yuki entered the office with a sigh. Glancing at the tech that the women mentioned on the desk, he had his doubts. For a moment he wondered if they had been foolish enough to place tracers or a bug on it or the like. He would be able to dispose of it simply enough if they had, he knew things about technology many could only dream of. He moved to the desk, lightly running his fingertips along the top of it, before pulling out the chair.

He would not leave anything here or around, he preferred to still keep things within his own world on a more private basis. He would allow them to know what he wanted them to, as well as what he believed they needed to know and could handle for the time being. Right now, that was nothing. Sitting in the chair, he crossed his legs, looking over at the female at the other desk within the room.

“So, where do we start?” he asks, beginning what one might imagine as a clean slate. That was what he needed first, the facts. What did they know? How did they find out? The works basically, to get a feel and flow of this case. If she hid anything from him, he could always find it out on his own, though he doubted they would be too happy about that. It mattered little at this point.

This early on there was more chance of them dancing around each other and holding off as they got used to each other and a handle on how they would work together or the like. He glanced at the windows, looking out them into the light of the day. It was nice out, nothing wrong with today, other than getting hauled into the police station.

That had been his own doing though and he did not regret it at all. Turning to the computer, he flipped it open and on in a fluent and well-practiced movement. It was not long, before his fingers were moving across the keys. He could type well over what others could, more than anyone he had ever met. Faster and still very legible.

He moved into the computer’s systems, running a quick scan over if there was anything within he should know about now. It was not a matter of mistrust, more of habit and him feeling more comfortable knowing for himself. It also gave him a feel for the system and the computer. Not as advanced or powerful as his own, but it would do for a surface act for now. He glanced over at the female as he waited for her to speak up.


Bastian noticed the message that noted the arrival of a message. Glancing at its contents, he sighed a bit. Great, time to get to work. He glanced at his brother, not really having to say anything. Their bond and knowledge of each other, gave hint to what he meant. Starting the car, he pulled away from the curb and out onto the street once more.

They were headed towards the police station. Seemed the Mistress had found a soul, a good starting point he guessed. He could feel a slight hum and rise of energy from Claude in the seat next to him. The other was a tad on edge about getting the show on the road. He could not blame him, he was feeling the effects of a coming high as well.

Humans referred to it as an adrenaline rush he believed, a rush of energy. The body going into fight or flight mode when faced with a stressful of powerful situation. The thought of what was to come and what could possibly happen was pushing him closer to that. He wanted action, he needed it, rather than sitting still and doing nothing at all.

He could tell Claude was interested to, even though he was more patient and not one to rush or crave action or a fight. He wanted to see where this would go as well. He smiled a bit, as he sent the reply to the other to tell her he was on his way. They were not too far, so it would not take them long to get there. Hopefully, the target would still be around.

If not, they could always track them with their hell hound senses. That was one of the plus’ of being such a beast in this situation, though it had its drawbacks as well. Shaking these thoughts from his mind, he focused on the task and duty at hand.

They had a job to do, he could not afford to get distracted now, not for his or Claude’s sake. His determination and inner fire growing a bit, he noticed Claude now looking at him from the corner of his eye. A smile formed on his lips, as he looked over at him with a look that spoke well over what he could have said. He was ready, his brother was to.