nysalogs | Roxanne

Who: Kazuhira Miller (

b0mbshell) & Ocelot (

shashka) & OPEN
What: A honeytrap and an open prompt
When: Approximately 8-15 for the capture
Where: Red Light District
Warning(s): Sex and Violence

1. I wouldn't talk down to ya | Open

[Kaz has a trademark look that makes him recognizable. And when he gets his first mission, he realizes that trademark look is going to work against him. Luckily having commanded the MSF immediately brings an alternative to mind.]

[Kaz patrols the Red Light district at night wearing black. At least the uniform was easy. A plain black high collar jacket to go with black slacks and boots. The usual stone on his left breast. And along with it? A helmet with a mask.]

[Probably the only time anyone would ever get to easily see those blue eyes; without seeing the rest of his face.]

[For people working in the Red Light District, he'll be looking out to make sure they're not running into any trouble. Whatever their rounds are, they'll eventually have a watchful eye resting over them, or a keen ear seeking out signs of trouble.]

2. You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right | Closed to Ocelot

[The brothel that Kaz chose to find his perpetrator in is one where the guy hasn't reportedly shown up in yet. He's smart enough to not do this alone. There's no room to hide a weapon in leather pants this tight. Even less concealment to stow things away in with no shirt to speak of on At least this time? He definitely has his sunglasses on. Which is immensely more comfortable, he could be naked and be comfortable so long as his sunglasses were there.]

[One of the victims is meant to be watching outside, ready to inform Ocelot when their attacker goes in looking for his next mark. Then Ocelot can come discretely tell him. It's a simple enough plan. Which promises that also anything can go wrong. Kaz doesn't want him to get away with this.]

[Kaz's own mother had been relatively lucky. Most women (or men) that were sex workers didn't find someone willing to leave them enough money to fund a business. Most were lucky to earn much at all, despite their very well-being being offered to someone in exchange for that modest fee. This asshole who dared rob people like that?]

[Well, he wouldn't have minded a more permanent solution than capture but he wasn't feeling all that inclined to be merciful when he thought of the women he grew up around.]

[Kaz watches one of the other workers walk by as he lounges lazily on the stairs, lazy and casual and inviting and internally fuming.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ While Dazai might be proficient in the art of flirtation and seduction, and his lofty aspirations tend to extend to many a sleepless night, it's regulated to utter solitude as he contemplates the situation at hand. Essentially: The red-light district is all fun and games until he'd have to actually work there. That's a no.

Not unless his bonus would involved driving a certain redhead into an early grave, ala water-boarding him with a constant stream of high-intensity stress, annoyance and generally making Chuuya's job as bartender a living hell.

And besides, he can do that as a patron! Speaking of, after practically getting chased out of the bar, he catches sight of someone roughing up one of the many Delicate Flowers doing their business in this district. It's a little too far away for him to do anything immediately, until the man makes a grab for what must be a hidden stash of cash from her recent Jons.

The man viciously pushes the girl away, sending her to the street before he takes off, barreling in Dazai's direction.

A little vending cart, selling warm drinks to keep the 'Nightlife' toasty warm, seems like a good enough weapon. So Dazai shoves the cart towards the careless thief. A moment later he's baptized with enough scalding hot coffee and cocoa to make him a new man - literally, at least in terms of shedding his skin. ]

Hey, you there. The very discreet fellow skulking around in all black!

[ Dazai waves enthusiastically, jogging over towards Kaz and the currently Ko'd criminal. ]

You don't happen to have any handy-dandy handcuffs on your person, do you?

[Luckily Kaz doesn't have to interact too much with this mess. He was about to chase the thief but turns out some other people don't much like watching people be robbed either. Hey, convenient for him!]

Hey, I can't help it that they wanted to go for vague oppressor coloration for their uniforms.

[Miller gently sasses because... well, he'd have liked some color, before he comes over to the well-scalded and repentant thief. And repentant one means currently unconscious and will probably be protesting quite a bit later.]

[He pulls a pair of handcuffs from his belt and goes about restraining the guy before he can make too big of a fuss.]

I'll message someone to come pick him up and stick around until they get here.

[This is way better than what he had to work with in the JSDF. Calling for back-up is way easier.]

[ Generally, most people don't rob from Shades Darker. The security's too tight, Koralle too well known, and the hefty earnings carefully locked away once coin swaps hands. And yet people try it anyway, with varying degrees of success.

Tonight's attempt results in more success than not; a few pieces of jewelry go missing. Not particularly valuable in terms of sell price but certainly in terms of sentiment, if the way the girl on the couch is sobbing her heart out is any indication. Thieves and missing valuables isn't exactly her jurisdiction in this particular establishment, but she's hardly going to sit by and let thieves and pickpockets run in and out freely.

Conveniently, there's a member of the Royal Guard not too far away, dressed in signature black. She steps towards him, well-aware she looks like she's about solicit him right there on the street. Even if her clothes are far more modest than anything Koralle's models wear, stepping out of a brothel is hardly an innocent action. ]

I don't suppose you've seen anything suspicious in the past hour or so?

[ It's open-ended, broad, but a good enough starting point for now. ]

[Thankfully, Kaz has a lot of respect for sex-workers, so whether he thinks she is one or not (he does think she is one, for the record, because she could make a killing with a body like that). But right now he also thinks she's a friend or a good coworker, and when he takes note of the sobbing woman and then hears the question? He stops to take note.]

We took in a thief earlier. Other than that? Nothing particularly unusual.

[At least from what he's seen thus far, the clientelle has been average. Even a lot nicer than a lot of the Yokosuka sailors.]

What just happened? [He puts his hand on his hip, and while much of his face is hidden the knit of concern that creases it at least makes it to his voice.] Is she alright?

[ He's not leering or smirking, instead standing at attention, and for that he earns a touch of respect. Royal Guard or no, she's known her fair share of men ready and willing to slack on the job at the sight of a pretty face. As such, he's paid back with efficiency, a quick summation of the details of the past hour. ]

She's not hurt, thankfully.

[ There'd be far more of an uproar if she were, even with in-house doctors. Koralle's models are more valuable than anything else inside the brothel. ]

It was a robbery, though it would've happened an hour ago at most. The items missing are a sapphire ring and matching bracelet, if you've had anything matching that description taken into custody.

[ It would be awful nice if this problem could be tied up and wrapped with a neat bow, but she's learned not to place much faith in Lady Luck. ]

[ there's something hilarious about this whole situation. firstly, Miller willingly came to him for help. he assumes it's because they both have a mutual friend, and the fact he doesn't know that they... aren't on the best of terms where he's from to say the least. secondly, it involved Miller going undercover. in the red light district. he'd always thought the guy would be a half-decent spy if he could control his temper but...

...a charm agent? well. his younger self could pull it off.

Ocelot, meanwhile, isn't exactly charm agent material. but he can still lie with the best of them. which is why he had the set-up outside made to look like he was mostly just chatting up the woman, hoping for something more. an astute viewer would know he's not into it at all but passers by wouldn't. finally, she discretely whispers that some weaselly-looking so-and-so (if a weasel were a bodybuilder, that is) was the culprit.

he waits a minute, before giving her a kiss on the cheek, and motioning for her to enter with him.

gotta keep this looking authentic at least. ]

[Kaz sits up and watches Ocelot, and for the most fleeting of moments the vague smile on his lips widens (who knew Ocelot could make Kazuhira Miller of all the damn people in the world smile more.)]

[He can't quite pinpoint who their gaze was drawn to. The big guy? God, is it going to be the big guy.]

[A flat, level breath out his nose and he stands to go head off Ocelot near the door. He leans in unnervingly close, the way someone would do if they were going to brush their lips against someone's ear (like half of Kaz's conversations with Venom Snake in his elder years) and asks-]

Hey hot stuff. You see someone you're into?

[Not her, obviously. She might as well have been his grandma for all the arousal he expressed with that.]

Roxanne

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sorry for the delay, i've been out on vacation

want some starbucks as I show up late?

That's okay I went and got my own cup.