Probably the tallest tower in the Magistrate District; hell, the tallest in Kria. A black building that curved around the vicinity. If you stare long enough you might see the shimring of white sparkles on the polished black walls.
One could see almost the entirety of Kria if stood atop the spire which casted a shadow from the Sun. Within the shadow stood the four of them, waiting at the entrance past the security gates.
"Thundering Blade. We were expecting you," the guards saluted, recognizing the gold blonde and the sword at her side.
"It's a bit scary, isn't it?" Hotaru verbalized.
"How many floors with how many secrets," Fuko gawked.
"I know. So many things to explore!" Asobi held her wand with both hands.
Jotou facing the door, looked about to her friends, "Well if you all keep staring up at a massive building of course it's gonna get unsettling," she spoke, bringing their attention back down.
"Less unsettled, more intrigued," Fuko rubbed her hands.
"Right; Fuko? Let do the talking, okay?" Hotaru directed.
"What!? This is my boon!"
"That you wouldn't have so quickly if not for Jotou's new title. We're on thin ice," Hotaru retorted. Fuko scoffed, looking towards Jotou with furrowed brows.
Jotou exhaled, "Talk only if necessary. If you think sothing you're gonna say might bring conflict, don't say it. This is still your boon and you're the detective.
If you have genuine questions, ask them without offending them. We need as much information as we can get about the case and anything else. More flies with honey than vinegar and all that."
"What does food have to do with it?" Asobi questioned.
"It's just a saying Asobi," Hotaru answered.
Fuko looked Jotou in the eyes, before silently nodding, "I'll keep my eyes out."
And the doors opened, shoes clacking against the tile. A man in uniform, black suit-like garnts with the symbol of the Maleficos Ordinate above the left shirt pocket.
Jet black hair, smooth and well grood, one side slicked till the back while the other side hung loose till his shoulder. Pale complexion and light blue eyes they saw as he adjusted his glasses.
He stood tall and firm, "Sorry to keep you waiting, Ms Howllett, Ms Kinoshita, Ms Namora and Ms Asobi. Please, co in," he addressed each of them, giving a formal bow before turning in one motion and stepping into the building.
He waited for their footsteps to follow. Asobi skipped forward, followed by Hotaru and Jotou before the man began walking again.
Fuko held Jotou's coat lightly to pull her back, grabbing the blonde's attention. Fuko followed along, looking up to Jotou, "Thanks for trusting ... and calling a detective; I could tell that was genuine," she mumbled before moving ahead.
Jotou paced up, "Of course," she whispered back.
The lights bead down from the windows from all directions—certainly not sunlight. The lack of people only made their steps echo more, the lady at the front desk in the sa uniform took a bow as he passed behind her.
He walked onto a platform with the stairs behind him. He faced the four, "Step on please." They heeded his request and stepped onto the platform.
The platform buzzed and an aura of deep blue lit up in a square around where they stood, creating a short wall before the floor shifted and the platform began elevating them.
"Cool..." Fuko goggled at her surroundings.
"What are the stairs for then!?" Asobi hopped on the platform which did not move an inch from her weight.
Hotaru hid her amazent well; Jotou... 'It's an elevator... They're excited for a magical elevator; I guess it's kinda cool.' She looked towards the man.
"For ergencies," he answered before turning around, never letting his posture lax for a second. "Apologies for the formalities, but it's how it's done," their attention turned.
"I'm Kor Azveal. Acting chief of the Krian Maleficos Ordinate," he smiled for only a second, "Whilst the chief, Reenius Legisvia is off on business in Luxinor, you may bring your concerns to ."
The lift went up, passing by floors where they could easily step off into; the doors being shut for various departnts. The higher they went, the smaller below beca; Fuko huddled closer to the middle, a nervous sweat on her brow.
"I'm not one for idle chatter unless necessary. So, to put it bluntly, we both have information to exchange. I can assure you if you desire your information to be kept private, they will not leave my lips willingly.
That being said, I would hope any information I provide privately, will be treated similarly. As you can see, our numbers are low.
Many departnts have been changed and reorganized over the course of months. Perhaps yesterday, the most. However, arranging an appointnt with you, was a necessary, personal asure."
His speech never wavered; he did not wait for them to understand. And he did not need to because every word was spoke clearly and with conviction.
One would expect such confidence from soone older, but his young figure would break any such expectation; a man who looked to be in his mid to late twenties.
"What do you an by personal, sir?" Hotaru narrowed her eyes.
"Master Azveal or chief will do for now; and yes. I wish this statent to be kept private—many in our ranks disliked the idea of soone marching in and poking around.
Personally, Thundering Blade, your case was intriguing from the mont of your return. It was my call to allow this visit. Hence, I hope formalities will be endured a little while longer..."
Jotou stared back; the man was waiting for a confirmation from her. 'Endure? He has sothing to say, but he can't right now?' "I understand; we'll do our best," Jotou answered, serious.
It's then when Fuko noticed sothing about the acting chief; his composed eyes glimred slightly, his shoulder laxed for but a second before it all returned.
He nodded, "You have my thanks," the elevator stopped, several floors up. One side of the barrier opened, allowing them to step onto the floor.
One look down and anyone would be given a new fear of heights. The guardrails being the only protection. They stepped off, taking a left around the donut of a floor.
"This is perhaps where you would be most interested to investigate," he stood in front of two doors, about to open them.
"Can I ask questions?" Fuko enquired.
"Be cautious of where, or who, you poke around. Rember, formalities," Azveal warned before he opened the doors, "And this, is the departnt that spearheads the Velatos Case."
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