EoSDA 0.0 : "Wanted: The Scarlet Devil"
"Like hell you ar- oh wait. Come in Kirisame. You too, Reimu"
As Marisa barged through the door, Reimu wordlessly followed her in to be greeted by an office-like atmosphere. Despite being an apartment flat, its only hints of home was the kitchenette, which had, among other things, an ornate tea pot on top of one of the counters. In the middle of the room, a few sofas and chairs surrounded a coffee table, with a few file cabinets and antiques off to the side and papers scattered about for good measure.
What really made it feel like an office, however, was the sturdy oak desk and the large stacks of papers on it. With the two residents Crocette and Romanova reading and sorting papers upon papers full of legalese, Reimu wondered if they actually sleep here at all.
Sitting down on the sofa closer to the desk, Reimu soon found out how laughably easy it was to fall asleep on the sofa, but she decided against voicing that fact out loud.
"Hey Crocette," Marisa said, sitting on the top of the desk, "what's the wanted poster for?"
"Oh Miss Kirisame, please make yourself at home," the brunette said automatically, then lowered her papers, staring at Marisa. "Marisa. Please don't sit on my desk."
Pointedly ignored, Crocette went back to looking at the posters as she tried to suppress a frown. "They are posters of people possibly related to the Scarlet Devil. Izayoi Sakuya, Patchouli Knowledge, the list goes on."
Marisa leaned towards Crocette to get a closer look, then chuckled a bit, snatching one of the posters and walking over to Reimu. "C'mon, this person the cops have trouble with? I can beat this preschooler up with my face."
Romanova, offering tea to Reimu, frowned, clicking her tongue as she sat next to her, nursing a cup herself.
Hm... not bad for someone's first time making tea. Still a very faint hint of dark chocolate, though.
"The Scarlet Devil has amassed literally a score of gangs under her command," Crocette continued. "With a hold of the harbor west of here, she has control of what goes in and out of the region. Unfortunately, if the cops attempt to do something about it..."
Crocette's voice fell silent, Crocette trying to hide her distress behind indifference and her white-haired aide frowning more than usual, going into the kitchen. Marisa didn't seem to care too much, more interested in one of the posters to care.
Well, Reimu can see that the situation could escalate quickly without intervention. Why SECR was so interested in the Scarlet Devil...
Well, she'll cross that bridge when she gets there.
As Romanova came back into the room with a cup of tea in hand, Crocette cleared her throat, standing up from behind the desk and walking in front of it. Taking the offered cup from Romanova, she takes a small sip from it, smiling a bit. "Thank you, Romanova."
She paused, then put her tea down on the desk, glancing at Marisa and Reimu. "We were planning to take on the Scarlet Devil ourselves, but SECR is severely undermanned for this mission with only seven to our name. But, if you two offered to help us, we would be-"
"Still severely undermanned," Romanova said, sitting by Reimu again, "but we would at least have a fighting chance."
Reimu raised an eyebrow while Marisa chuckled a bit. "Yeah, we kicked your ass good." This earned a cold glare from Romanova, Marisa sending one back. Romanova rolled her eyes, looking away, leaving Marisa grinning from her 'victory'.
Crocette sighed, letting herself slump onto one of the untaken sofas. "I know it's a lot to ask of you, but I have no one else left to turn to, let alone trust." She turned to Reimu, exhaustion very visible on her face. "Reimu, please... I need your help."
Reimu snatched the poster from Marisa, looking over the $20,020 poster. What belied a childish body was a beast; her blue hair hung just over her scarlet eyes, which glared back in a mix of playfulness and hunger. Her wide grin, one that she has seen many times in her life, impressed her just the same with its sheer confidence.
Like every eccentric she had met before, she didn't dress like a criminal; instead of rags, a suit, or even regular clothing, from what she could see, she was wearing a simple off-white dress with frills around the collar. What wasn't normal, however, was the excessive amount of blood staining it and her face. While she had fought many bloodthirsty killers, she had never seen a wanted poster that warranted blood splashes all over the person's body.
Well, she was no god-king or warmonger, but Reimu and Marisa should be able to handle this month's living expenses with the cut they would bring in.
Reimu smiled a bit, handing the poster back to Marisa. "Nothing better to do. Sure, I'll offer my expertise."
While Romanova sighed in relief, Crocette was already fast asleep. Considering that she was up for three days straight, Reimu couldn't really blame her.
Marisa, on the other hand, looked like she was about to explode.
"Hey! I'm just as good, why ask Reimu instead of me!?"
Reimu sighed, and Romanova pulled Reimu aside and away from the other two. "Well, Reimu, your projected minimum cut is twenty percent, while Miss Kirisame will take ten and SECR will take fifty."
Reimu raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "And this has worked well before?"
"Well, I'll show ya, and when I claim the bounty for myself, I- are ya listenin'!?"
Romanova chuckled a bit. "Well, when we can find good help, it works."
"So you don't find good help?" Reimu asked.
Romanova shook her head. "We can usually get the job done without much help."
"Hey! Wake up!"
The two turned to see Marisa pulling Crocette up and violently trying to shake her awake.
To no one's surprise except Marisa, it did not work.
After managing to pry Marisa away from the still sleeping Crocette, Romanova told the two to meet them here tomorrow morning to discuss their plans on dealing with the Scarlet Devil. Walking out and shutting the door behind them, the two started towards home, Marisa still steaming from the one-sided argument.