"Sir," Rin's soft voice broke Tsukinama out of his thoughts as he stood on the large terrace, dozens of floors above the city's streets, and far enough from the noise and stench of the streets that he found so disgusting. He turned his head to the side, wind sweeping his silver hair out of his face and behind his figure, like a white flag, shimmering in the distorted sunlight. There she stood, between the glass panels of the door, hourglass figure garbed in black. "What is it, Rin?" he asked quietly. She wouldn't speak before he'd acknowledge her presence - ever.<br/><br/>"This arrived." Her pale arms outstretched towards him, showing him a record. He cocked his head to the side with curiosity.<br/>"Let's go inside." he announced after a moment, and noiselessly walked into the luxurious living room those glass panels divided from the terrace.<br/><br/>The file had his teeth grinding and fists clenching around the leather settee. So others knew of it already? How humiliating... How humiliating! He'd get this Artisan ghoul down. He'd take off her head and splatter her brains across the streets, tear her flesh and spill her blood. Even though others, too, seemed to have problems with that...<br/>He'd be there, at the library.<br/><br/>"Rin. Get Hamlet and Ophelia ready." his voice rang in the air, crystal-clear, full of determination and a dark, twisted pleasure. Even his thin lips formed a smile, though it was a smile without kindness, glee or mirth. The smile of one that prepares for the kill.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"Like hell I will," Taru grinned at Kiyoko. "If I'm invited, that is." The stream of smoke was suddenly cut out and he found out that all he's got in his teeth is its end. His grin shifted into an expression of surprise, and he reached into his pocket to take the pack out. The surprise grew just bigger, and received a hint of distaste, too, as he furrowed his brow. It was empty. "F**k... I'm out... Anyone got cigs? I just ran out." he casually asked off the old vampire, the blondie and the ghoul girl. They didn't look like the sort to smoke a pack a day, but you never know. "I'll pay it off later if ya do."<br/><br/>His uneven eyes kept flashing in the shadow his unruly hair cast on them, studying the trio carefully. The old guy seemed strong... And old-school. Bleh. Just hope he wasn't stuck-up like most of them were. The girl... Eh, he had his opinion about ghouls and it wasn't very complimenting. Rosalie, though, oh yeah, that one got the full amount of his interest. She was attractive, and though she didn't come off as much of a wild girl to him - what was slightly disappointing, say what you want - she wasn't some sort of village bum, no way. Even though her accent would hint on a German or Austrian heritage, and he wasn't very found of Europe and stuff that came from it.<br/>Except for cigarettes, off course.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>With a deep sigh, Shinobu buckled the seatbelt up and tightened it around her small frame. "Fine then. The pistol is for self-defense, I don't shoot when civilians are around, and I don't rush in like a moron... I'm not a kid!" she crossed her arms on her chest, sticking her chin out. "Just because I look ten years younger than I am, I get this all the time. I've grown up between investigators, and contrary to popular beliefs, I'm twenty one, not eleven. I was handling a gun before I graduated." she protested, but took the orders without actually putting up a resistance against them. Yumi was the boss right now.<br/><br/>"No big guns, no big guns..." she muttered underneath her breath, staring out of the window as the car went out of the parking space. "What bullshit policy. I got in with shooting for shooting and now I get this 'no guns' crap..." She couldn't believe it. Why did she even move? She wanted achievements and promotions, and thought that here, in Ignis II, the whole place would be full of Nocturne for her to shoot. And she gets sorted into a team that forbids her to shoot!<br/><br/>"Did you guys even read the reports on each one of us?" she spoke up after a while, looking into the back of the car through the mirror.