Schnee Corp Lawyer
STILL not over Birthright's ending
"Oh, uh, sorry, but I don't know her. I'm not from around here. I'm-""NAH. That ain't what I said at all, kid. But damn, crime and criminals are the worst kind of scum, so that girl needs these sortsa stern talking-tos before it's too late. Dammit, why couldnta I known her when she was littler...?" He nursed his iron jaw with a downcast expression as he started to move, a sag in his hefty shoulders. But before his shuffling feet could carry him completely from the room, he jerked his gaze Sanae's way again with urgency. "Hmmh?! Nah, there's no sense tryin' to chase down an invisible person... Guess I'll just take the metro home or somethin'... You're safe enough now and everything, right?"
Looming up above her like a great monolith of stone, he rooted around briefly in his sweatpants pocket and came out with a small and battered business card with a name and number for a detective's agency.
"Urushiba Rindo. Oh yeah, that's the place me and my daughter run. You know, the White Girl who Kobushi saved Tokyo with a few times and everythin'... (please hire us, we're poor... she's so high on justice she just does everythin' for free...)" His lips didn't seem to move during that last part for whatever reason. "So if you got any recollection you might wanna share 'bout those murder incidents Black Fist was accused of, take 'em there. I gotta go home and eat my protein mix."
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She thought over how everything had gone with Kobushi since she opened up with the 'Hi I'm a goddess!' method. She'd been in Gensokyo so long she'd forgotten that sort of thing was weird. Granted, that was back when espers and yoda pandas weren't wandering tokyo's streets, but...
"...I-I'm from somewhere that doesn't have internet, or even television. We're very traditional." She not-lied. She took the card and read it over, and looked almost apologetic as she scuffed her feet against the floor. "Ok, I'll do that, but... well I don't have any money either so..."