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[Hope you're not busy, Liz, there's a call for you. If she is, Goro simply asks she call him back when she can.

... Mysterious.]

[ Mysterious. She'll pick up despite being busy, she can run this dungeon in her sleep honestly. ]

To what do I owe the honor, Akechi?

Edited 2017-09-04 12:57 (UTC)

There's been something we've been asked to look into.

[A pause, for dramatic effect and to figure out how to word this.]

After ceasing to exist for several days on Retrospec... Ryoji Mochizuki suddenly became connected once more, though no one's seen him since.

[Which is. Weird. Because the guy is dead. There was a funeral for him and everything. Liz went.]

Um, we've been asked by Akira to look into matters; I can tell you more once we've met in person. Do you mind if I come over? I can show you how to make parfaits while I'm there. I do better when my hands are busy with something.

[Surely she can understand the sentiment.]

[ ...Ryoji Mochizuki... But she'd gone to his cremation; she'd given Minako advice for handling his passing. Cypress, carnation, casablanca, forget-me-not, dandelion, gillyflower. ]

I don't mind at all. I should be done before you arrive, however, on the off chance I'm not... There's a key under the third flowerpot on the right, the one behind the overgrown mimosa.

[Yeah, it's fucking weird. He doesn't like the thought of ghosts, but... how could he refuse.]

I'll be over shortly, then. Please feel no need to rush in whatever task you've dedicated yourself to at the moment.

[Excellent!! Hopefully her uncle won't think he's some kind of bold, well-dressed thief that made a lucky guess about the location of the key if he needs it.]

[ He makes it sound like it's important when really all it is is playing a game with a bunch of randoms.........

Her uncle's out, fortunately enough; she figured he'd be off at the flowershop or something still. Arrangements don't wait for anyone!! Or Sundays. Anyway, as it turns out she's downstairs already, but from the sounds of it... she's in the kitchen.

Investigate? ]

[Everything is important when you put your all into it! He's a serious young man.

... Yes, he will investigate. Wow, her house is huge? Rich people. Where's the... the sounds are coming from this way, okay, this is the kitchen, holy shit this is a nice kitchen. What's up in here.]

[ MANY, MANY GLASSES. In fact, there is a pyramid of wine glasses on the island there. And there are even more different kinds? A lot of fruit, both of the dancing and non-dancing variety, quite a lot of yogurt, a few tubs of ice cream... but they're not the usual.

They're smaller, like they were handmade, and Elizabeth's peeking at them and tasting each before she sets them aside. They're still relatively okay, she should probably get more later but they're okay...

oh company!! ]

Hello, Akechi! [ A small wave with a little delicate dessert spoon. ] I decided look a few things up and set out some materials for our parfait making.

[......................... Alright! Approaching, looking over everything... my.]

You are, um. You're quite prepared. Are those the ice creams from the peddler?

[Hello, hello. He wanted to try them.]

They are.

[ She hasn't finished tasting these last two, but none of the others were ghost pepper... She gives them a hard look and pushes one towards him, fetching him a spoon after a moment. ]

I believe that's the balsamic fig, if you'd like to give it a taste.

[ spoilers it's not. ]

Interesting... yes, I'll try it. Thank you very much, Miss Velveteen.

[I wonder if this'll actually taste good... I trust Liz, but she does have strange tastes at time.

He takes a bit after his moment of consideration, eyes widening the second the heat hits him. There's fire above his head. Oh, my god, this is not balsamic nor fig. She has lied to him.]

It's-- It's delicious, Miss Velveteen. [I'm dying. He's actually trembling, but smiling wide.] I've never tasted anything so-- um, so unique.

[ Oh, that was the wrong one. He looks like he's in pain, but he's trying to keep it together... How sad. ]

My apologies. That seems to have been my ghost pepper ice cream... [ She'll take it back, snapping the lid on and putting it with the other spicy tubs. ] The other is balsamic fig... if you'd like to try it after the heat has subsided.

[ .......She'll get him some milk, that should help. ]

I-- I'd love to, of course, n-nothing would m-m-make me happier.

[If I can even taste after this?! Oh thank goodness she has milk.

He takes the milk thankfully, casually gulping it down to maintain His Cool

oh my god he has done this before, his other self... him? he has done this before, but with takoyaki of all things. It was clearly red? Why did I take it. At some kind of food festival... Everyone's there? Does that mean... No, I won't assume such things. Do I even want to know?

... At least now she can see when he's lost in thought.]

[ ...She can indeed, she's going to watch him think for a bit before she speaks. ]

So the other Akechi wasn't good with spice either, I assume.

[-- Oh. He'll take another sip of the milk, smiling sheepishly.]

He and I share a number of similarities, Miss Velveteen. It... makes denying certain things difficult.

[Like how they're the same person. Goro rubs his thumb against the side of the glass, choosing to study the assortment of fruit Liz has pulled out.]

... Remind me to tell you something interesting once we're finished with parfait and case details. I think I'd value your opinion.

Of course. [ Speaking of parfait and case details... Let's Parfait!

Goro's supposed to be taking the lead here, but she'll get them some (regular sized) glass cups to start. Considering she's push aside a handful of the small tubs, it's probably good to guess those are the ones that'd probably hurt his already damaged dignity. ] Please begin your briefing, Detective.

[Good, he'll show her how to construct a wicked parfait while he talks.]

Akira Kurusu has asked us to look into a rather unique matter, that being the late-Ryoji Mochizuki suddenly appearing online in the Retrospec directory since August 27th. Efforts to find him have come up fruitless. It's... for his own peace of mind, it would seem, since he just wants an answer, whether it be a glitch or a prank. I thought we could possibly try contacting Mochizuki through the app, but I'm not sure there'd be much of an answer found there.

[A pause, a soft coloring on his cheeks. Clears his throat a bit.]

Akira, ah, already paid in advance on my end, and I said I'd talk to you about any other fees he may need to look forward to, though personally I wouldn't mind doing this as a favor for a friend.

[ Akira paid in advance... And Akechi's embarrassed. I see. ]

I suppose we should take fees, shouldn't we... [ Your Madame President didn't think about this. ] Well, I'll figure out my share in time. For now... I don't think messaging is a terrible idea, but before that, perhaps we could see if we could investigate his apartment? It might help us learn a little more about him.

[Don't point it out...............]

Investigate his... Madame President, that's quite against the law if we don't procure a warrant of some kind.

[ Haha......... ]

The law won't permit us to procure a warrant for this sort of thing.

Well, no, of course not...

[...]

It's not the first time I've trespassed, I suppose. It'll be fine. We're only going in to look around, it isn't like we're going to take anything.

[Sometimes you've gotta duck under rules to get your answers, however much of a hypocrite that makes him in Silver's eyes.]

Precisely that. It'll simply be like investigating the Retrospec building again.

[ Just..... casually admit you too have trespassed in the name of investigation, yeah. ]

[... Nice. Okay, but look at the peach parfait creation, awesome isn't it. He'll slide it over.]

I had something else I wanted to talk to you about as well, but please, enjoy your parfait.

[ She definitely will! Delicately sampling it... #fancy ]

And what would that be?

[... How's he... Hm. He'll make his own, this time banana.]

Where do I begin... Well, I suppose I'll get to the heart of it and work my way out.

[He doesn't want Liz to think any worse of him, his worry a dark cloud forming over his head. Too dark to even see words.]

... I don't think I'm quite a hero of justice, Miss Liz. [Nicknames, now.] Though my other self may be after the Phantom Thieves, the way he's done it... doesn't settle well with me. I'm fairly certain he -- I -- joined their group somehow in order to betray them and capture their leader.

[Yes, it's much nicer to talk about this with his hands doing something, even if the knife's trembling.]

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