Tomoe was asked about what they were doing here, but it was simple. "Well, as Tomoe Tanaka, guild master of Penumbral Guard, I need to get to know all of my comrades. Or, uh. Some shit like that. Aegis hasn't really given me a script to go off of so I just kinda wing it, y'know?", the Joyan explained, his eyes tired and uncaring as if he would rather be literally anywhere else right now; the life he lived wasn't a tough one, but it was one that demanded he smile and wave a whole lot when requested.
Tomoe felt the desire to hold in his laughter when Gunter commented on the investigator's name. It really was a stupid name, wasn't it? That's the name of somebody who'd get killed the moment they stepped foot into the real world. The crimson cutthroat wasn't the kind of person to judge people based on their names and appearance, as that sort of thing proved fatal many times throughout history - but that didn't mean he couldn't laugh anyway. At best, he let out a smirk and a slight chuckle, amused at the idea of a detective stripper.
Eventually they entered into Weirdlock's office, and boy was it a spectacle. It legitimately smelled as if someone had died. "Sweet Illumin above. Maybe before he investigates around the Crimson Quarter he should search his own place for missing fucking people. Do we need to put in an order to case the joint?", Tomoe said aloud the moment the receptionist had left, only Gunter in sight, scratching his head in wonder and awe.
Walking forward, Tomoe kicked books and papers around, searching for bloodstains and missing limbs. In crime dramas it was always the point at which the heroes gave up the search that something would be found. Mr. Tanaka, not being the kind to be patient with things involving thinking, turned around as if to try to trigger the narrative cliche and get things going. In the process, he turned around once Gunter started talking about some Farmer Jim. As the pale man talked more about the farmer, it became obvious that either him or the farmer he spoke of were seriously coked out. Then again, what else was there to do in the boonies? Marigold was in need of help. Serious help.
"We're not doin' anything with sheep, what are you even on about? I should blast that asshole's house for even saying that. Hell, why didn't you kick his ass right then and there? As guild master I'd have given you permission to kick his ass for sayin' that dumb shit."
Tomoe was exasperated, his face twisted in disbelief. The faster they got away from Farmer Jim, the better; both in conversation, and in reality. He couldn't let the young bloods of the guild like Masami or Rinni hear this heresy. Farmer Jim would receive a visit in the future, to be sure, but not for the reasons that dastardly dirt digger would think.
The idea was derailed when he saw Gunter blast a 3-pointer shot into the starfish-like investigator sleeping on the ground. "Dear god.", Tomoe muttered, continuing to clean without looking Weirdlock Jones in the eye after the job was explained.
After dusting for a while, Tomoe took note of the pinned notes on Weirdlock's walls, showing evidence linking gang violence within Hosenka. Interesting, but not immediately relevant. He'd have a stress headache by the end of this after meeting his new guild member and this decrepit excuse for an investigator in the same half-hour. For once, perhaps, he knew how it felt to be the Aegis watching a Tomoe do his thing. Was it age, experience or something else that caused him to see his younger, more dickish self in the ghostly white man before him? Because this man was really, truly a piece of work.
"Think I've got my share of the work done. How're you comin' along, Gunter?", Tomoe spoke after more minutes of diligent cleaning, knowing that the stress wasn't worth the pay at the end and just wanted somebody to pick a fight so he could cut loose.
WC: 425/425 (15% reduced)