Detective L
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Very rusty and just want to do some good 'ol RP
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Kazumi Mishima
Kazumi was kneeling in the dojo as a flash of lightning followed by a thunderous boom echoed through the chamber, wind howling and threatening to tear off the wooden shutters. She had expected him to be here by now, no doubt slowed by the weather. Closing her eyes to focus on the rhythmic patter of the rain, she found it calming, in the chaos of the storm she tried to find peace, a balance between the chaotic outside and peaceful inside. She herself was the inverse, a picture of calm serenity while inside her blood boiled.
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Kazumi was kneeling in the dojo as a flash of lightning followed by a thunderous boom echoed through the chamber, wind howling and threatening to tear off the wooden shutters. She had expected him to be here by now, no doubt slowed by the weather. Closing her eyes to focus on the rhythmic patter of the rain, she found it calming, in the chaos of the storm she tried to find peace, a balance between the chaotic outside and peaceful inside. She herself was the inverse, a picture of calm serenity while inside her blood boiled.
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My obvious deception hadn't been discovered. 'Twas an unprecedented time and concealing my nature was paramount to my success in finding her. As such - I arrived at nightfall. The dingy dojo illuminated by candles and her presence alike, I calmly strolled through the raging storm arriving at the front door of the dojo - soaked and annoyed. The distant patter of rain against the hardwood and the overbearing smell of wet ground mixed with incense from the dojo created an interesting atmosphere. With a quick flick of the wrist, the illusion around me had subsided and my facade unveiled.
My shapely form took center stage as my dark hair curled down gently and an old frail face turned into one of beauty. The Witch of the Wilds - such was my moniker. I however, now donned a dark purple cloak over my usual attire. Bowing to the lady before me, I breathed an audibly loud sigh;
"Kazumi, you weren't easy to find."
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