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CASE 1-1 INVESTIGATE
Agents have been deployed to the Hokkaido Prefecture in Japan to investigate eyewitness account of a temple ruin being discovered somewhere on Rishiri Island. It supposedly dates back some time in the early Edo Period based on eyewitness accounts about the site. Local historians say that it is impossible for any structure to exist in the region due to the fact that the island wasn't inhabited until the 19th century near the end of the Edo Period. Along with the out of place site, many have identified classified information on spirit and inhuman activity around the site. All eyewitnesses have all confirmed spotting a single entity: a giant, white wolf that glows.
The agents in question will assemble in Sapporo, Japan: the capital of the Hokkaido Prefecture. Agents will meet at designated meeting place in Hotel Okuru at 2030 Hours on November 20th, 2020. All agents assigned to Sigma Taskforce (official investigation group name) will travel from their assigned facility and prepare for said trip to Rishiri Island at 0715 Hours the next day. Agents will travel by train on the JR Hokkaido and make their way to their second destination: Wakkanai, Japan. From there, agents will remain in the city for one night in order to gather their assigned equipment and meet with their guide to the site. Agents will leave at 0530 from a designated ferry to reach the island and trek to the location in question. The Sigma Taskforce will establish their base of operations at the Lotus Inn. The equipment will allow for some agents to camp at said site to investigate paranormal matters.
The agents in question will assemble in Sapporo, Japan: the capital of the Hokkaido Prefecture. Agents will meet at designated meeting place in Hotel Okuru at 2030 Hours on November 20th, 2020. All agents assigned to Sigma Taskforce (official investigation group name) will travel from their assigned facility and prepare for said trip to Rishiri Island at 0715 Hours the next day. Agents will travel by train on the JR Hokkaido and make their way to their second destination: Wakkanai, Japan. From there, agents will remain in the city for one night in order to gather their assigned equipment and meet with their guide to the site. Agents will leave at 0530 from a designated ferry to reach the island and trek to the location in question. The Sigma Taskforce will establish their base of operations at the Lotus Inn. The equipment will allow for some agents to camp at said site to investigate paranormal matters.
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BASTIAN DELECROIX - TBF
If you were to ask what Bastian from six months ago what he'd be doing right now, he'd be wrong. Dead wrong. He wouldn't be struggling to hold on to a job and failing in romance. Instead, he wound up in the wrong crowd and nearly ended up with his goose cooked. And… he was offered one hell of a job offer. One of the up and coming chocolatiers of France had wound up working for one of the most secret organization on Earth. How and why it happened… he blamed Missy for that. At least he had job security for the time being. Albeit, he now works side by side with warlocks, Frankenstein's monster, and "HR-Type Bureaucrats."
The bureaucrats are the worst.
For his first mission, Bastian had no idea what to expect. He was originally told he would be sent all the way to Nowheresvile, Japan because of his speciality. His supervisors wanted to him to get "handsy" with any items at the sight to see if Bastian could "see" anything… along with him dealing with any pesky spirits. Bastian wasn't looking forward to that. He's already been dealing with one loud-mouth and "boy's love" obsessed ghost for the past four years. Maybe, Missy can finally find someone to gaga over and end the curse on him? But, it was impossible to find someone to stand her. Living or dead.
Bastian had to take a total of two flights and three separate trains to reach Sapporo. Why it had to be that complicated? … it's possible that he left a bad impression on his supervisor. No, he was nothing more than a plucky and balding Italian man. Clearly, he had no taste or idea how women work. It's probably revenge. Using his power to pick on Bastian just because he rubbed elbows with his secretary… and Missy ended up staining her blouse with coffee. At least the time traveling helped Bastian learn the important parts of Japanese.
Where is the bathroom?
My name is Bastian.
Would you like to sleep with me?
Finally, the French agent reached the city of Sapporo in the early evening. Feeling tired, dizzy, and rushed for no damn reason, Bastian wanted to head to the hotel ASAP. All the while, Missy wouldn't stop yapping behind him.
I can't beeeeelieve it! I am in Japan! I always wanted to go to Japan! But, Mama said it is my duty to become a wife and take care of the household! Look! Is that a noodle stand…?
"Mon Dieu! Can you shut your mouth for one secooond?!" he yelled out loud, finally sick of Missy's constant chatter. A few people ducked their heads and turned away from the scene. Rolling his eyes, Bastian wheeled his luggage out of the station and into the heart of Sapporo itself. They said that the hotel wouldn't be too far away from the train station. All the signs and noise of the locals made no sense at all. It was time for the hardware. Pressing into his ear, Bastian turned on his universal translating earpiece. What was nothing more than gibberish became coherent and understandable. From his breast pocket of his jacket, Bastian slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses. Soon, the signs all translated into something legible. Behind him… it seems like Missy didn't take the hint and continued yammering.
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If you were to ask what Bastian from six months ago what he'd be doing right now, he'd be wrong. Dead wrong. He wouldn't be struggling to hold on to a job and failing in romance. Instead, he wound up in the wrong crowd and nearly ended up with his goose cooked. And… he was offered one hell of a job offer. One of the up and coming chocolatiers of France had wound up working for one of the most secret organization on Earth. How and why it happened… he blamed Missy for that. At least he had job security for the time being. Albeit, he now works side by side with warlocks, Frankenstein's monster, and "HR-Type Bureaucrats."
The bureaucrats are the worst.
For his first mission, Bastian had no idea what to expect. He was originally told he would be sent all the way to Nowheresvile, Japan because of his speciality. His supervisors wanted to him to get "handsy" with any items at the sight to see if Bastian could "see" anything… along with him dealing with any pesky spirits. Bastian wasn't looking forward to that. He's already been dealing with one loud-mouth and "boy's love" obsessed ghost for the past four years. Maybe, Missy can finally find someone to gaga over and end the curse on him? But, it was impossible to find someone to stand her. Living or dead.
Bastian had to take a total of two flights and three separate trains to reach Sapporo. Why it had to be that complicated? … it's possible that he left a bad impression on his supervisor. No, he was nothing more than a plucky and balding Italian man. Clearly, he had no taste or idea how women work. It's probably revenge. Using his power to pick on Bastian just because he rubbed elbows with his secretary… and Missy ended up staining her blouse with coffee. At least the time traveling helped Bastian learn the important parts of Japanese.
Where is the bathroom?
My name is Bastian.
Would you like to sleep with me?
Finally, the French agent reached the city of Sapporo in the early evening. Feeling tired, dizzy, and rushed for no damn reason, Bastian wanted to head to the hotel ASAP. All the while, Missy wouldn't stop yapping behind him.
I can't beeeeelieve it! I am in Japan! I always wanted to go to Japan! But, Mama said it is my duty to become a wife and take care of the household! Look! Is that a noodle stand…?
"Mon Dieu! Can you shut your mouth for one secooond?!" he yelled out loud, finally sick of Missy's constant chatter. A few people ducked their heads and turned away from the scene. Rolling his eyes, Bastian wheeled his luggage out of the station and into the heart of Sapporo itself. They said that the hotel wouldn't be too far away from the train station. All the signs and noise of the locals made no sense at all. It was time for the hardware. Pressing into his ear, Bastian turned on his universal translating earpiece. What was nothing more than gibberish became coherent and understandable. From his breast pocket of his jacket, Bastian slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses. Soon, the signs all translated into something legible. Behind him… it seems like Missy didn't take the hint and continued yammering.
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BUSTER MOORE -
"Huh… well that was easier than I thought."
The museum was dark except for a few spotlights that remained on some of the pieces that were encased in glass. It was eerily quiet, even with the faint breaths of the intruder. Light footsteps tiptoed through the exhibition halls, heading to exactly where they knew they wanted to go. Soon, glasses framed emeralds landed on what they were looking for. It was a gold crown that looked similar to a very brittle set of antlers. Gems and jewels hung from each antler branch, giving it an even more mystical sense.
Buster was amazed. He had only heard of the crown and only seen something like it through pictures in books and online. Finally… he got to see it in person. Not to steal, mind you, but for research. Who else would break into a museum to simply look at something? Just as the young male began to fish around for his notepad, he heard someone clear their throat. Instantly he froze and looked beyond the glass case.
There in the doorway, stood three men in black suits. Two of them looked Korean in appearance. The other had to be some kind of caucasian.
"Mister Moore." The center man called, arms behind his back and feet spread apart. The accent made Buster cringe. Not because it was so terrible, but rather… he knew he was in a shit load of trouble.
"I-I w-wasn't trying t-to steal anything, I-I swear!" He started to plead, stepping back away from the glass display case. He raised his hands to shoulder height, ready to drop to the ground if they told him to.
"It seems you have been… Busted." The middle man couldn't help but to crack a grin. The other two simply shook their heads at the poorly placed pun.
"I-I...h-huh?" Buster's nerves went from absolutely terrified to very flat and unamused. Really? A joke like that at a time like this? But if they were cracking jokes… there was no way they could have been part of the Korean police… Who… were these people?
The flight to Japan wasn't a very long one, since Buster Moore had previously been just a peninsula away. After the fiasco that had landed him right into B.O.O.'s grasp, he had been stationed at the Gwangju branch for his training. Six months and fourteen days, ten hours and thirty-seven minutes exactly is how long Buster has been with B.O.O.. It had been a difficult transition at first, but soon enough, Buster was able to fall in line and accept his new life. He was now an agent, despite being one that explored the research department's corridors. For once in his life, he felt a sense of… belonging.
Hokkaido of all places was where they were meeting. It was a curious thought that they would actually be stationing in the arguably coldest area in Japan. Not only that, it seemed relatively isolated to the rest of Japan. Not including the islands in which they used to exile people to. That would be miserable. The walk from the train station to the hotel wasn't too far, much to Buster's pleasure. A giant suitcase and several shoulder bags was quite a bit to carry around.
Upon entering the hotel foyer, he dropped his bags and let his shoulders slump. He brought his left hand up to rub his strained right shoulder. "Finally… Okuru…" He let out a huff and raised his head to look around. One of the male bellhops cautiously looked at him before heading over. Even more seemingly cautious, he asked if Buster needed a trolley, in which Buster gave a full nod of his head. The bellhop bowed before leaving to grab a trolley. Meanwhile, Buster stood straighter and looked around more attentively. Was he… early? He didn't see anyone that may have seemed like a B.O.O. operative… A small hum escaped his lips and he slowly drifted over to where there was some seating.
"Huh… well that was easier than I thought."
The museum was dark except for a few spotlights that remained on some of the pieces that were encased in glass. It was eerily quiet, even with the faint breaths of the intruder. Light footsteps tiptoed through the exhibition halls, heading to exactly where they knew they wanted to go. Soon, glasses framed emeralds landed on what they were looking for. It was a gold crown that looked similar to a very brittle set of antlers. Gems and jewels hung from each antler branch, giving it an even more mystical sense.
Buster was amazed. He had only heard of the crown and only seen something like it through pictures in books and online. Finally… he got to see it in person. Not to steal, mind you, but for research. Who else would break into a museum to simply look at something? Just as the young male began to fish around for his notepad, he heard someone clear their throat. Instantly he froze and looked beyond the glass case.
There in the doorway, stood three men in black suits. Two of them looked Korean in appearance. The other had to be some kind of caucasian.
"Mister Moore." The center man called, arms behind his back and feet spread apart. The accent made Buster cringe. Not because it was so terrible, but rather… he knew he was in a shit load of trouble.
"I-I w-wasn't trying t-to steal anything, I-I swear!" He started to plead, stepping back away from the glass display case. He raised his hands to shoulder height, ready to drop to the ground if they told him to.
"It seems you have been… Busted." The middle man couldn't help but to crack a grin. The other two simply shook their heads at the poorly placed pun.
"I-I...h-huh?" Buster's nerves went from absolutely terrified to very flat and unamused. Really? A joke like that at a time like this? But if they were cracking jokes… there was no way they could have been part of the Korean police… Who… were these people?
AIRPLANE NOISES
The flight to Japan wasn't a very long one, since Buster Moore had previously been just a peninsula away. After the fiasco that had landed him right into B.O.O.'s grasp, he had been stationed at the Gwangju branch for his training. Six months and fourteen days, ten hours and thirty-seven minutes exactly is how long Buster has been with B.O.O.. It had been a difficult transition at first, but soon enough, Buster was able to fall in line and accept his new life. He was now an agent, despite being one that explored the research department's corridors. For once in his life, he felt a sense of… belonging.
Hokkaido of all places was where they were meeting. It was a curious thought that they would actually be stationing in the arguably coldest area in Japan. Not only that, it seemed relatively isolated to the rest of Japan. Not including the islands in which they used to exile people to. That would be miserable. The walk from the train station to the hotel wasn't too far, much to Buster's pleasure. A giant suitcase and several shoulder bags was quite a bit to carry around.
Upon entering the hotel foyer, he dropped his bags and let his shoulders slump. He brought his left hand up to rub his strained right shoulder. "Finally… Okuru…" He let out a huff and raised his head to look around. One of the male bellhops cautiously looked at him before heading over. Even more seemingly cautious, he asked if Buster needed a trolley, in which Buster gave a full nod of his head. The bellhop bowed before leaving to grab a trolley. Meanwhile, Buster stood straighter and looked around more attentively. Was he… early? He didn't see anyone that may have seemed like a B.O.O. operative… A small hum escaped his lips and he slowly drifted over to where there was some seating.
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HOTEL OKURU, HOKKAIDO, JAPAN
BUSTER MOORE
No matter how far they'd gotten in terms of air travel, it would never be comfortable for Decker. You're essentially stuck with people in a metal pipe several miles up in the air with no way out unless you had a death wish. The only way he'd find it palatable was if he could be the only passenger, but the expenses and general headache involved in owning a private plane couldn't justify his wants of it, no matter how free he was with money. He imagined his parents would've jumped at any excuse to get one, with their love of travelling and all, but then he'd never be able to use it, so it was a moot point.
So he was stuck until he arrived at Narita airport, then went over to Tokyo for a brief shopping trip. Afterwards it was the Shinkansen, only needing to change lines once to arrive at his destination. He enjoyed the train ride much better than he had the plane, as he had ever changing views and some privacy as the carriage wasn't full. The only downside was that the Shinkansen's station was a bit a ways from the hotel, but that could easily be fixed by hailing a cab and simply showing the driver the name of his destination.
When he finally entered the lobby, he looked travelled, and not in a good way. His eyebags had taken on a darker hue, while his clothes were crumpled from hours of restless squirming in the train. Not that they were decent to begin with; though the green button down he wore was comfortable, it took on a more pajama-like look than a formal shirt's.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small case that contained his favored striped frames. Almost instantly, the Japanese characters on the reception desk transformed into English, though there was hardly any need of that when there was already an existing translation underneath. That didn't matter to Decker; it simply gave him a little kick to see the device at work. He'd had his translator on hours ago when he'd bought stuff at Tokyo, which was a good reason why he had quite a bit of luggage on him.
With his things on a trolley, his eyes searched for... Decker paused. His catlike eyes widened in surprise before closing, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He'd read the initial details on the case file, but he'd meant to dive into it during his train ride from Tokyo to Sapporo. A train ride he'd spent playing with his newly bought toys and catching up on manga with his universal translator.
"Good job, Decker." With a barely muttered curse, he took out his small note tab and brought up the file on his current mission, skipping ahead to the part that detailed his coworkers while walking towards the chairs and couches. He'd take a seat, play catch-up and maybe get some coffee while he was at it.
Interesting people, he mused. Not all of them appeared to fit their resume, but Decker supposed he had no right to judge when he was labelled a criminal by the bureau. Well, that's what this mission was for. Reading while walking as he was, he walked straight into the living version of the image on his screen. He looked up (and way up, as the man outgrew him by at least four inches), gave him a quick perusal before thin lips broke out into an amused if a bit sheepish grin.
"Convenient, and not a little unnerving. " He raised his tablet, where a small mow rotom charm hung from a tiny hook, cheerfully jostled by his movements. A recent acquisition from his shopping trip. Decker tapped the little charm, as if that was proof enough of his credentials. "I'm this little thing right here. Historia, right?"
So he was stuck until he arrived at Narita airport, then went over to Tokyo for a brief shopping trip. Afterwards it was the Shinkansen, only needing to change lines once to arrive at his destination. He enjoyed the train ride much better than he had the plane, as he had ever changing views and some privacy as the carriage wasn't full. The only downside was that the Shinkansen's station was a bit a ways from the hotel, but that could easily be fixed by hailing a cab and simply showing the driver the name of his destination.
When he finally entered the lobby, he looked travelled, and not in a good way. His eyebags had taken on a darker hue, while his clothes were crumpled from hours of restless squirming in the train. Not that they were decent to begin with; though the green button down he wore was comfortable, it took on a more pajama-like look than a formal shirt's.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small case that contained his favored striped frames. Almost instantly, the Japanese characters on the reception desk transformed into English, though there was hardly any need of that when there was already an existing translation underneath. That didn't matter to Decker; it simply gave him a little kick to see the device at work. He'd had his translator on hours ago when he'd bought stuff at Tokyo, which was a good reason why he had quite a bit of luggage on him.
With his things on a trolley, his eyes searched for... Decker paused. His catlike eyes widened in surprise before closing, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He'd read the initial details on the case file, but he'd meant to dive into it during his train ride from Tokyo to Sapporo. A train ride he'd spent playing with his newly bought toys and catching up on manga with his universal translator.
"Good job, Decker." With a barely muttered curse, he took out his small note tab and brought up the file on his current mission, skipping ahead to the part that detailed his coworkers while walking towards the chairs and couches. He'd take a seat, play catch-up and maybe get some coffee while he was at it.
Interesting people, he mused. Not all of them appeared to fit their resume, but Decker supposed he had no right to judge when he was labelled a criminal by the bureau. Well, that's what this mission was for. Reading while walking as he was, he walked straight into the living version of the image on his screen. He looked up (and way up, as the man outgrew him by at least four inches), gave him a quick perusal before thin lips broke out into an amused if a bit sheepish grin.
"Convenient, and not a little unnerving. " He raised his tablet, where a small mow rotom charm hung from a tiny hook, cheerfully jostled by his movements. A recent acquisition from his shopping trip. Decker tapped the little charm, as if that was proof enough of his credentials. "I'm this little thing right here. Historia, right?"
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