[ Dojima was always considered a bit strange back at the precinct for not wanting a 'cushy' desk job, instead being content in his position as a plain clothed detective. He didn't like the idea of not being able to investigate himself, or keep an eye on the town himself.
So he was grateful no one questioning him doing that here in the Index, allowing him to go on guard rounds-- ]
[ ...Huh. Odd, why was that voice familiar? ]
[ Looking around, he saw the back of a young woman? In a lovely white dress, seeming to have... something stuck on her feet? For moment, the hair colour reminds him of Naoto Shirogane-- ]
[ ...Haha, that would be something, seeing her dressed like that, but that was neither here no there. Besides, the voice had been a young man, right? ... Or maybe he misheard. ]
[ Regardless, he walked over to her, clearing his throat. ]
Are you alright, miss?
[When ever the young woman turned around, he'd find a familiar older man, wearing very western armour and a noticable sword on his side. Talk about surreal, right?]
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So he was grateful no one questioning him doing that here in the Index, allowing him to go on guard rounds-- ]
[ ...Huh. Odd, why was that voice familiar? ]
[ Looking around, he saw the back of a young woman? In a lovely white dress, seeming to have... something stuck on her feet? For moment, the hair colour reminds him of Naoto Shirogane-- ]
[ ...Haha, that would be something, seeing her dressed like that, but that was neither here no there. Besides, the voice had been a young man, right? ... Or maybe he misheard. ]
[ Regardless, he walked over to her, clearing his throat. ]
Are you alright, miss?
[When ever the young woman turned around, he'd find a familiar older man, wearing very western armour and a noticable sword on his side. Talk about surreal, right?]