Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
ROCCHI (Nakazajo Chikage)
SCENE:
Chasedown
TIME:
Pre-Arc 3 — April 4th, 2022
LOCATION:
North District
PARTICIPANTS:
Chikage, Sang-Cheol
CHASEDOWN
The Serpent Drug trade…
Its abolishment was one of the force’s top priorities, and a goal that Chikage had made personal by this point. Having recently come into possession of some reliable information, the Central Captain and a North District Detective set out to pursue the lead and see what they could find.
It wasn’t often he took up partnership with anyone outside of his own precinct, not for any particular reason other than finding it inconvenient, but the lead had caught his interest, and with his most recent accomplishments (the capture of Yuudai Fuse) the NDPD happily accepted his participation.
Following the necessary arrangements, he found himself in the passenger seat of an inconspicuous Nissan Rogue—orange in color—driving along the North District streets to meet with a supposed witness claiming to know a handful about the Serpents’ drug business and other points of interest. Said witness requested that a certain level of consideration be taken regarding the discreet handling of his case. After all, he was putting his life on the line to help them.
For this reason, he refused to step anywhere near a police precinct lest his treachery be found out and his blood spilled.
And so, Chikage and his partner were dressed in casual-wear so as not to attract unwanted attention.
Unfortunately… Fast forward four hours and the two were on their way back to Central after their rendezvous point was found to be a bloody murder scene and, the victim, their witness… which, at least, told them the lead was reliable… but… not so useful anymore, and Chikage, as a result, was livid.
He needed a drink. But later.
For the most part, the ride was quiet, as Chikage wasn’t prone to small-talk, but the Detective was occasionally subject to nervous side-line silence as the Captain engaged in business calls over the phone—nervous because he’d received warning about said Captain’s tics and IED, and the last thing he wanted to do was set Chikage off.
Try to hide it as he may, Chikage gazed casually out the window and told him, “There is no need to be nervous,” then added after a pause, “It’s annoying.”
He looked at the Detective with a curled lip, “Your fidgeting and anxious glancing… It’s distracting.”
Thanks to that, even more than before, the Detective was tense, and he dove inward, cringing, to work himself out as he drove, thinking there’s got to be some way to break through the steel-hard exterior of Nakazajo Chikage. Some way to interest him or gain his favor.
“Aha! R-Right, sorry!! I meant no offense, sir!”
Chikage returned his attention to the window, chin resting in a hand, and said, “I know.”
A long silence became of them then. Chikage’s eyes, lidded; his ruby reds reflected the passing world, and his thoughts wandered from one thing to the next. A ceaseless merry-go-round of questions and suspicions and theories, all of which were bottled up and stowed away… for now.
As he looked out at the North District, he did not see “Serpent territory” but, rather, he saw just another section of his city—his home—one no better or worse than the others… And he felt the fire inside that was his desire to reshape his community burn brighter, causing him to take a deep breath.
Exhaling, he shut his eyes and tried to relax.
“Really sucks that we couldn’t see that lead out to its fullest, y’know?”
Chikage’s brows pinched together and, again, his eyes slowly opened to see the North District pass him by.
“I was really hopin’ we could do some good. Make some headway in the whole drug thing an’ all, yeah, y’know?”
“Shut up,” snapped Chikage in a moment of shaken composure, and the Detective flinched, embarrassed, and did as told… Not that there was any other option being he was an NP. I mean, what was he going to do, lean over and punch the Central Captain across the face for disrespecting him?
What a laugh.
And so, he kept driving. Silently stewing in humiliation until...
All of the sudden, the Captain swung an arm and whacked the Detective in the chest as he yelled, “Stop the car!” and threw open the passenger door. Out he sprung before the vehicle could totally stop and, as he adjusted his clothes, walking calmly toward the supposed point of interest, the Detective quickly parked along the curb before following after.
He bobbed his head this way and that in an attempt to see what had so strongly captured Chikage’s attention. Yet, even when he saw it—a man in glasses with a young girl for company—he couldn’t pin any relevance. Curious, once he reached Chikage’s side, he had to ask, “Sir, do you mind telling me what’s the de-”
“Excuse me,” Chikage nodded to the girl then locked eyes with his target. He knew this face. Reaching into his back pocket, he withdrew his badge and told the man, “I’m with the CDPD.” A brief pause as he slipped the badge back into his pocket, then, “Care if I ask you a few questions?”
Its abolishment was one of the force’s top priorities, and a goal that Chikage had made personal by this point. Having recently come into possession of some reliable information, the Central Captain and a North District Detective set out to pursue the lead and see what they could find.
It wasn’t often he took up partnership with anyone outside of his own precinct, not for any particular reason other than finding it inconvenient, but the lead had caught his interest, and with his most recent accomplishments (the capture of Yuudai Fuse) the NDPD happily accepted his participation.
Following the necessary arrangements, he found himself in the passenger seat of an inconspicuous Nissan Rogue—orange in color—driving along the North District streets to meet with a supposed witness claiming to know a handful about the Serpents’ drug business and other points of interest. Said witness requested that a certain level of consideration be taken regarding the discreet handling of his case. After all, he was putting his life on the line to help them.
For this reason, he refused to step anywhere near a police precinct lest his treachery be found out and his blood spilled.
And so, Chikage and his partner were dressed in casual-wear so as not to attract unwanted attention.
Unfortunately… Fast forward four hours and the two were on their way back to Central after their rendezvous point was found to be a bloody murder scene and, the victim, their witness… which, at least, told them the lead was reliable… but… not so useful anymore, and Chikage, as a result, was livid.
He needed a drink. But later.
For the most part, the ride was quiet, as Chikage wasn’t prone to small-talk, but the Detective was occasionally subject to nervous side-line silence as the Captain engaged in business calls over the phone—nervous because he’d received warning about said Captain’s tics and IED, and the last thing he wanted to do was set Chikage off.
Try to hide it as he may, Chikage gazed casually out the window and told him, “There is no need to be nervous,” then added after a pause, “It’s annoying.”
He looked at the Detective with a curled lip, “Your fidgeting and anxious glancing… It’s distracting.”
Thanks to that, even more than before, the Detective was tense, and he dove inward, cringing, to work himself out as he drove, thinking there’s got to be some way to break through the steel-hard exterior of Nakazajo Chikage. Some way to interest him or gain his favor.
“Aha! R-Right, sorry!! I meant no offense, sir!”
Chikage returned his attention to the window, chin resting in a hand, and said, “I know.”
A long silence became of them then. Chikage’s eyes, lidded; his ruby reds reflected the passing world, and his thoughts wandered from one thing to the next. A ceaseless merry-go-round of questions and suspicions and theories, all of which were bottled up and stowed away… for now.
As he looked out at the North District, he did not see “Serpent territory” but, rather, he saw just another section of his city—his home—one no better or worse than the others… And he felt the fire inside that was his desire to reshape his community burn brighter, causing him to take a deep breath.
Exhaling, he shut his eyes and tried to relax.
“Really sucks that we couldn’t see that lead out to its fullest, y’know?”
Chikage’s brows pinched together and, again, his eyes slowly opened to see the North District pass him by.
“I was really hopin’ we could do some good. Make some headway in the whole drug thing an’ all, yeah, y’know?”
“Shut up,” snapped Chikage in a moment of shaken composure, and the Detective flinched, embarrassed, and did as told… Not that there was any other option being he was an NP. I mean, what was he going to do, lean over and punch the Central Captain across the face for disrespecting him?
What a laugh.
And so, he kept driving. Silently stewing in humiliation until...
All of the sudden, the Captain swung an arm and whacked the Detective in the chest as he yelled, “Stop the car!” and threw open the passenger door. Out he sprung before the vehicle could totally stop and, as he adjusted his clothes, walking calmly toward the supposed point of interest, the Detective quickly parked along the curb before following after.
He bobbed his head this way and that in an attempt to see what had so strongly captured Chikage’s attention. Yet, even when he saw it—a man in glasses with a young girl for company—he couldn’t pin any relevance. Curious, once he reached Chikage’s side, he had to ask, “Sir, do you mind telling me what’s the de-”
“Excuse me,” Chikage nodded to the girl then locked eyes with his target. He knew this face. Reaching into his back pocket, he withdrew his badge and told the man, “I’m with the CDPD.” A brief pause as he slipped the badge back into his pocket, then, “Care if I ask you a few questions?”
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CHIKAGE NOTES
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— —The majority of the front, right half of Chikage's body is badly scarred from burns, stopping halfway up his neck. The skin is distorted, discolored, and unpleasant to look at. For this reason, he wears a black, leather glove always covering his right hand, and usually wears long-sleeved, concealing clothes. Reference (X)
— —What he's wearing: (Click: X) Long-sleeved, white sweater; Grey trousers w/ belt; White shoes; Wrist-watch and Glove on his right hand
— —POST RECAP: After a dead-end lead regarding the Serpent drug trade, Chikage catches sight of Sang-Cheol while on his way back to Central with a North District Detective. He decided to approach him and shows him his badge.
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