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Shohei had been working all day. Job after job, after job, after job! He wasn't a workaholic but wouldn't mind being considered one for awhile if it gives him the money! He was exhausted but just wanted to finish this job before he lounges in his mansion again. He was being a nomadic for the time being, traveling from place to place, constantly. Obviously he was exhausted, physically. But his mind was set on finishing this job! "Alright Shohei, this'll be our last job today! And then I'll go back home, to Haregon!" He swiftly nodded twice, agreeing with his own thoughts and finalizing them as well. That is when he saw a rather decent apartment next to a apartment of the same detail only run-down and all the metal on it was practically rust.
Shohei paused, his lips puckered and curled outwards for he was whistling some random tune that was being played at some point in his time here. He looked straight forward groping inside his pocket for the crumbled piece of scrap paper he had copied and written the job details on. Just then, a thin object skimmed a sliver of skin from his index finger. He grasped and clenched the perceived piece of scrap paper and shoved it out of the pocket. Lint and other small substances flew out as well, the thing has been collecting dust! That is when Shohei's optics beamed at the un-crumbled piece of paper which had the following written down on it!
"It’s been two weeks now and Oliver Heilstein hasn't had any sleep for that time. The problem is his new next-door neighbors. Every single night odd chanting and screams are to be heard from the other house and no one knows why. He tried to complain once and went over to the other house… a man dressed in a black robe answered the door and so the client just turned around and left. Apparently he thought he saw the other man covered in stains of blood and there were odd markings on the walls that the client could see. Now Mister Heilstein is too afraid to even leave his home or sleep, fearing his neighbors may do something; he fears that they are involved in the occult."
Shohei felt a chill go up his spine! "Why should I do this? This seems like a job for a rune knight, let them do all the dirty work." He winced at the thought, frowning all the same. He arrived at the houses somewhere around 6:oo PM. So he wouldn't have to wait all day, comforting some unstable guy who won't leave his own house.
He walked over to the decent house, thought to be the client's domain. He walked over to the hard wooden door, as he walked towards it the surface beneath his feet became metallic and echoed each step making it's tone deeper then it originally was. As Shohei looked down he thought it was there to collect water and other small substances.
His posture became decent as he stood in front of the door, his MP3 player hanging out of his pocket, revealing little of itself. He, out of concern of it's chances of falling, shoved it back into it's original position. He fixed his posture once more and raised his arm, about to knock. As he knocked on the door, he did so softly, and then did so with more force. The door opened afterwards, enough to peek into the darkness. He slowly opened up the door to be embraced by darkness, bowls of noodles everywhere and flies buzzing around. Next to the door was a light switch, Shohei scowled and flipped the switch up-wards. Just then about three lights flickered their dim lights several times just before they got strong enough to stay lighted. It was dim, but it was enough to see his own way around the bowls of food and mail that was obviously never touched.
He tip toed his way threw the debris, just barely stepped into that muck and that mess. He then heard whispers and mumbles coming from down the hall. "What the. . ." Shohei thought, cocking a brow or two and his clueless-ly walked down the hallway without caution, into the client's room. There he saw the client, hurled up under his covers. His optics beaming left to right, trembling, mumbling and shuddering all the same time as well. This guy was a mess!
Shohei walked over to him, totally forgetting about the debris on the floor and finds himself almost tripping over such things. He sighed in relief and made his way over to the unstable man without a stain to be formed on him! He scowled and bent over to get on eye level with the man, "My name is Shohei Kirisagi. I am here to investigate the problem next door." Shohei said calmly, looking at the unstable man. The man froze and slowly turned towards Shohei, his eyes red, and bags under his eyes, "Pl-. . .Please do what you must! It only happens at night though.." His voice started to fade, as Shohei smiled at him and peeked outside. Only to see the sun going down, he got a look of seriousness on his usually grumpy, emotionless face. He looked back down at the client, "Don't worry, I'll have you sleeping in peace in no time. No worries..!" His reassuring words slipped through his curled lips.
Night had come and dim lights had begun flashing in the house next to the client's domain. Shohei had been squinting through the worn out curtains from the window. He could already hear chantings and whispers coming from the place, as well as a foul stench. He looked at the client and nodded, "I'm going to check it out." Instead of walking out the door, he had other unique ways of making an exit! He leaped out the window, just barely landing on the railing, trying not to fall, Shohei stumbled off the railing and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, he knocked it down. So much for patience. "My name is Shohei and I'm here to investigate your doings you weir-" Shohei's arrogant words were cut off by the foul stench and the unsightly sight of a corpse and satanic markings covering the walls. Candles lit and all the crazy stuff! "Who are you? Insolent Child! Your feeble body will make a lovely sacrifice to yours truly!" He said it in such boldness, it was almost creepy. No, it was creepy.
Shohei walked up to him and punched him straight into the face. The man in the black robe stumbled backwards and fell, back first, onto the cold bloodied ground. The foul stench not bothering Shohei, the smell of death wasn't unfamiliar. Just then he stared at the massive amounts of blood. Shohei stared with eyes full of fear, he stumbled backwards and kneed down to throw up! He panted as he glared at the satanist, at first the man was shocked and hesitant then he started to laugh like a madman, "S-scared of blood, huh? You weakling! You're just a sad little bo-" Shohei glared, a death like glare at the man. He ran up to him and started to knee, kick, and stomp on his face. Blood going everywhere. He kicked him around mercilessly. "Sto-..!" He was cut off by Shohei's kick, "Please stop!" That is when Shohei paused for a moment and punched him in the throat, knocking him out. He got up with bloodied fists and stains on his shoes. "Don't ever stoop me so low, again...!" He walked over to the corpse, and did some examining. Turns out it wasn't a real corpse. But it sure looked like one! It all boiled down to some idiotic Satanist doing his pathetic rituals.
That is when he left the domain in order to enter his client's house. He went through all the rubble and debris all over again. This time obviously stepping into the bowls and piles of bags and food. That is when he entered the client's room and bent over to get on eye level, "Did...Did you investigate successfully?" The client mumbled, in hopes of a positive response from Shohei himself, "Yes," Shohei nodded, "The idiot was a satanist. The body was fake and as for the blood? Dunno. But there's nothing to worry about. You can finally leave your home and do something for a change. . ." Shohei sighed, his eyes red, bloodied fists. His day couldn't get worse. He walked out the door and paused with the last words of the client, "Oh..! And Shohei. . .?" He said so with a smile, Shohei averted his optics towards the client, "Yes?" He responded. Then a warm, kind smile crossed the client's face, Th-. . .Thanks! I feel reassured now.. Thanks to you!" Shohei nodded and walked out with a depressed look. It was time to go home. Home..
Shohei paused, his lips puckered and curled outwards for he was whistling some random tune that was being played at some point in his time here. He looked straight forward groping inside his pocket for the crumbled piece of scrap paper he had copied and written the job details on. Just then, a thin object skimmed a sliver of skin from his index finger. He grasped and clenched the perceived piece of scrap paper and shoved it out of the pocket. Lint and other small substances flew out as well, the thing has been collecting dust! That is when Shohei's optics beamed at the un-crumbled piece of paper which had the following written down on it!
"It’s been two weeks now and Oliver Heilstein hasn't had any sleep for that time. The problem is his new next-door neighbors. Every single night odd chanting and screams are to be heard from the other house and no one knows why. He tried to complain once and went over to the other house… a man dressed in a black robe answered the door and so the client just turned around and left. Apparently he thought he saw the other man covered in stains of blood and there were odd markings on the walls that the client could see. Now Mister Heilstein is too afraid to even leave his home or sleep, fearing his neighbors may do something; he fears that they are involved in the occult."
Shohei felt a chill go up his spine! "Why should I do this? This seems like a job for a rune knight, let them do all the dirty work." He winced at the thought, frowning all the same. He arrived at the houses somewhere around 6:oo PM. So he wouldn't have to wait all day, comforting some unstable guy who won't leave his own house.
He walked over to the decent house, thought to be the client's domain. He walked over to the hard wooden door, as he walked towards it the surface beneath his feet became metallic and echoed each step making it's tone deeper then it originally was. As Shohei looked down he thought it was there to collect water and other small substances.
His posture became decent as he stood in front of the door, his MP3 player hanging out of his pocket, revealing little of itself. He, out of concern of it's chances of falling, shoved it back into it's original position. He fixed his posture once more and raised his arm, about to knock. As he knocked on the door, he did so softly, and then did so with more force. The door opened afterwards, enough to peek into the darkness. He slowly opened up the door to be embraced by darkness, bowls of noodles everywhere and flies buzzing around. Next to the door was a light switch, Shohei scowled and flipped the switch up-wards. Just then about three lights flickered their dim lights several times just before they got strong enough to stay lighted. It was dim, but it was enough to see his own way around the bowls of food and mail that was obviously never touched.
He tip toed his way threw the debris, just barely stepped into that muck and that mess. He then heard whispers and mumbles coming from down the hall. "What the. . ." Shohei thought, cocking a brow or two and his clueless-ly walked down the hallway without caution, into the client's room. There he saw the client, hurled up under his covers. His optics beaming left to right, trembling, mumbling and shuddering all the same time as well. This guy was a mess!
Shohei walked over to him, totally forgetting about the debris on the floor and finds himself almost tripping over such things. He sighed in relief and made his way over to the unstable man without a stain to be formed on him! He scowled and bent over to get on eye level with the man, "My name is Shohei Kirisagi. I am here to investigate the problem next door." Shohei said calmly, looking at the unstable man. The man froze and slowly turned towards Shohei, his eyes red, and bags under his eyes, "Pl-. . .Please do what you must! It only happens at night though.." His voice started to fade, as Shohei smiled at him and peeked outside. Only to see the sun going down, he got a look of seriousness on his usually grumpy, emotionless face. He looked back down at the client, "Don't worry, I'll have you sleeping in peace in no time. No worries..!" His reassuring words slipped through his curled lips.
Night had come and dim lights had begun flashing in the house next to the client's domain. Shohei had been squinting through the worn out curtains from the window. He could already hear chantings and whispers coming from the place, as well as a foul stench. He looked at the client and nodded, "I'm going to check it out." Instead of walking out the door, he had other unique ways of making an exit! He leaped out the window, just barely landing on the railing, trying not to fall, Shohei stumbled off the railing and walked up to the door. Instead of knocking, he knocked it down. So much for patience. "My name is Shohei and I'm here to investigate your doings you weir-" Shohei's arrogant words were cut off by the foul stench and the unsightly sight of a corpse and satanic markings covering the walls. Candles lit and all the crazy stuff! "Who are you? Insolent Child! Your feeble body will make a lovely sacrifice to yours truly!" He said it in such boldness, it was almost creepy. No, it was creepy.
Shohei walked up to him and punched him straight into the face. The man in the black robe stumbled backwards and fell, back first, onto the cold bloodied ground. The foul stench not bothering Shohei, the smell of death wasn't unfamiliar. Just then he stared at the massive amounts of blood. Shohei stared with eyes full of fear, he stumbled backwards and kneed down to throw up! He panted as he glared at the satanist, at first the man was shocked and hesitant then he started to laugh like a madman, "S-scared of blood, huh? You weakling! You're just a sad little bo-" Shohei glared, a death like glare at the man. He ran up to him and started to knee, kick, and stomp on his face. Blood going everywhere. He kicked him around mercilessly. "Sto-..!" He was cut off by Shohei's kick, "Please stop!" That is when Shohei paused for a moment and punched him in the throat, knocking him out. He got up with bloodied fists and stains on his shoes. "Don't ever stoop me so low, again...!" He walked over to the corpse, and did some examining. Turns out it wasn't a real corpse. But it sure looked like one! It all boiled down to some idiotic Satanist doing his pathetic rituals.
That is when he left the domain in order to enter his client's house. He went through all the rubble and debris all over again. This time obviously stepping into the bowls and piles of bags and food. That is when he entered the client's room and bent over to get on eye level, "Did...Did you investigate successfully?" The client mumbled, in hopes of a positive response from Shohei himself, "Yes," Shohei nodded, "The idiot was a satanist. The body was fake and as for the blood? Dunno. But there's nothing to worry about. You can finally leave your home and do something for a change. . ." Shohei sighed, his eyes red, bloodied fists. His day couldn't get worse. He walked out the door and paused with the last words of the client, "Oh..! And Shohei. . .?" He said so with a smile, Shohei averted his optics towards the client, "Yes?" He responded. Then a warm, kind smile crossed the client's face, Th-. . .Thanks! I feel reassured now.. Thanks to you!" Shohei nodded and walked out with a depressed look. It was time to go home. Home..
