And I know it's been a while. I'm bad at this stuff.
I might just start a MAJOR plot here. Whoa!
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Chrno was at work. The old boring walls had a strange new excitement that he wasn't used to. In only a day, the case had evolved to beyond a picture from corner store surveillance. They'd been telephoned by the principal of some school in the area-Riverside, wasn't it?-and been told of the girl that had shown up for school without ID. As her name and face matched what they had already, the information was immediately passed on to Chrno the instant he got there, along with the task of heading over to the school to investigate the case and possibly to bestow upon the girl a new, valid, ID.
Staring in the mirror at himself, he felt like a teenage boy going out on his first date, thinking about how to make himself look better. How could Chrno make himself look more recognizable to Rosette, who surely remembered little more of him than Joshua or Azmaria had.
He'd already shocked his colleagues with his hair tied in a perfect braid with a yellow bow on the end, but he didn't feel like attracting the attention that his old garb would bring. Aside from that, clothes don't hold out too well after 800 years, and his old red coat was almost falling apart. Despite these setbacks, he did his best to wear mostly the same colours Rosette would remember.
The thought didn't even cross his mind that he might want to look a bit more official. He wasn't looking forward to telling anyone that he was from the government, he was completely nervous already of telling Rosette that she was a reincarnation of his old best friend.
Sighing he turned to leave. There wasn't really anything more he could do, without making himself look not only conspicuous but idiotic.
As he left through the front door, a car sped by at a speed he would have found quite uncomfortable. He shot the now long gone car a dirty look. Any closer and it would have shaved his bangs off. Chrno didn't have a car, nor did he have one of those little gliders that were becoming increasingly popular. He didn't like new cars, so didn't use them. He would have used them if they made the old kind he used to always ride in, and also if they gave him someone who could total eight of them in a year and laugh it off like it was nothing. Instantly, he wasn't angry anymore. He let his thoughts drift, smiling. He hadn't even seen her yet, and it still felt like his life was consistently improving.
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A dark figure tilted back a bottle of beer, laying a battered playing card on the table.
"Wasn't supposed to work this way, was it"
His partner shifted the cards around in her hand, eyes flying across all the cards, though it was obvious her mind was elsewhere.
"Not at all, no. That demon..." she paused to toss down a card, and to fix it when it fell face down, "wasn't he dead"
"So you're saying this is just lack of planning on your part? Or maybe the whole plan was stupid from the beginning"
She slammed her hand angrily on the table, knocking her own bottle off the table. "Shut up! All I'm saying was that he should have shut himself up in a tomb again or something, not spent eight hundred years in the most influential organization in the world"
This was met with a chuckle.
"My dear, you are too naive. The only person you can trust to follow your plan is yourself, not him, not me, not even those little pawns you've brought back. Now, you've got some quick thinking to do, before that girl remembers her power, and it all goes to pieces. It's your turn, by the way"
Snarling, she clapped anther card on the table, barely looking at what it was.
"So, now that we've had our fun at my expense, are you planning to help me with this"
Her companion gave a deliberately infuriating chuckle.
"Not at all. I'm having entirely too much fun in the first place."
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Bit short. Anyway, I'm getting more and more ideas for a real plot (despite my slowness). Unfortunately, the only solid part of the idea isn't an explanation, it's a list of things I have to explain. Well, if that makes any sense at all, ok.
Bye for now, and sorry again for my terrible updating habits.