[X] of that old clock. You swear it's been here since before you were born, always so punctual, a reassuring sight. Wait, it's what time?! You're gonna be late!
[X] Crime, after all, never rests and you have to be ready if you want to catch it! Or at least, that's what they said back at the Academy. (Adult and Sector Security officer. While this gives a lot of advantages, like the ability to get into most everywhere and have people listen to you (usually at least), you're kinda... noticeable. And the more underground element is absolutely not your friend)
[X] young mister? Miss? Which is it today, [Cleo Kishinami]?
Miracle of miracles, you make it to the precint you work at and quickly change into your uniform, fingers brushing over the single gold bar on your shoulder. You still hardly believe it. Lieutenant, at your age is... well, rare. A
female lieutenant is, as unhappy as you may be to admit it, even rarer. You could hardly believe your ears when you got promoted last week, and even now that you're actually wearing the rank it's still a little hard to believe.
Now ready for action, you clip your deck holster to your side, put on your duel disk, grab a set of dueling handcuffs and walk back out into the hustle and bustle of the station, waving at a few of your colleagues while heading toward your desk to hopefully get some of the paperwork out of the way.
"Tch."
A noise catches your attention. A young man, a year or three your senior, his shoulder decorated with the twin chevrons of a corporal is glaring at you from the side. You don't recognize him, so you catch one of the passing-by officers, one that you actually
do recognise.
"Hey, Simmons. Who's the grumpy one over there? The one that looks like I killed his goldfish, I mean?"
Simmons raises a brow at you before ah-ing softly. A strand of black hair falls into his eye and he brushes it away before answering.
"Right, I forgot you had this week off cause of that fight you were in. Congrats on getting a promotion out of it by the way Kishinami, I can imagine the guy wasn't an easy mark. Anyway, that's Akira Takaishi. He got transferred over to our precint two days ago though the big man upstairs is being tight-lipped about
why that was. The guys and I have a few suspicions but nothing major enough to share, you know? Anyways, I'm not gonna keep you away from your desk anymore, I'm sure you've got a lot of paperwork to do after seven days of lounging, no?"
"Oh, don't remind me." you groan lightheartedly, already feeling a slight phantom ache in your wrist. "I've been dreading the mountain of papers for days now though, so I suppose I should go see how bad it is. And, uh, thanks. For the congratulations, I mean. I was just as surprised as you are."
After receiving a consoling pat on the back from a grimacing Simmons, you resume your march toward your papery doom, inwardly steeling yourself for a
long stretch of pure boredom.
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Luckily as it turns out, there really isn't that much you need to do. There's a few after-action reports to write for that gang bust five days ago - the one that got you promoted and put on paid leave until today - and a few formalities about said promotion, but that's it. So when that corporal from before walks up to your desk, his glare lessened but not gone completely, you're mainly just contemplating going on a coffee run.
"So, you're this Cleo Kishinami I've been hearing so much about?" he speaks up, not quite a sneer but close enough that you immediately dislike him. It brings up fuzzy, unfocused memories of the Police Academy and your first months on the job, and you're not happy about it.
"Yeah, that'd be me. Something I can help you with, corporal Takaishi?" you return fire, your sudden foul mood causing you to come off just a little snappish. His face darkens like the sky before a lightning strike. It seems
something you just said poked him the wrong way.
"That's exactly what you can help me with, actually. I'll be taking that bar on your shoulder. Can't believe this place fell so far as to allow some useless girl to hold such a high rank. And if you think I can't, well, my father holds the ears of some
very influental people. If I say the right word, I could have you gone from the police force completely. So, if you really want to stick around and play your little fantasy of stopping criminals, then you'll go up to the chief like a good girl, tell him that, after further consideration you'd rather turn down your promotion and recommend that, maybe, corporal Takaishi could be considered for one instead."
After that... impressively bad attempt at intimidating you, you have to take a second. Honestly, you probably
could call his bluff - there are so many things wrong with what he just said it's ridiculous - but this is a chance to shake off the rust and get back in the swing of things, and it's practically
throwing itself at your feet.
"Tell you what Takaishi, we'll duel for it." you shake your duel disk at him in emphasis, a slight smirk curving the corners of your mouth. "I'm sure you can beat me easily, right? If I'm so useless? It'd be a formality, surely, and it'll allow you to show off to the higher ups, make sure they know you deserve my rank."
It's remarkably easy to see him just eat up everything you're feeding him. His watery blue eyes light up with greed at the prospect of climbing up the ladder by kicking a woman down at the same time, not just by siccing his pops on her but by actively doing the kicking.
"You're on Kishinami. Duel yard, 15 minutes." And with that parting shot he leaves.
You wait a minute longer until he's no longer within earshot, then turn slightly to look at your partner standing next to you. They're hazy and indistinct, slightly see-through even, and you know for a fact none of the other officers can see them, but they've been with you through thick and thin and you probably trust them more than anyone else you know. They're your deck's boss monster afterall.
[ ] The man is tall and lean, dressed in a long blue coat over what looks like a marching band uniform of sorts. A purple diamond is tattooed over his left eye and an intricate tophat decorated with a pocket watch and a few feathers crowns his head, light blue curls cascading down his shoulders from it.
[ ] The man is dressed almost entirely in black, from his suit to his coat, with a white shirt collar peeking out from under said suit, a red band wound around the brim of his fedora and a long red scarf flutters around him. He also seems almost too faint to be just a normal spirit.
[ ] The woman seems almost feral at first glance, with her purple skin and skimpy dress, her sharpened teeth and rather big sword just driving the point further home. Underneath that though, you know there is a being of beauty. A creature of elegance, refined in everything she does... even if that happens to be ripping your throat out.
[ ] The man is dressed in an impressive set of red and black armor, one hand resting on a mystically glowing blue sword. His hair is blonde and tousled with a single streak of blue decorating it. He's grinning imperially after Takaishi, seemingly very eager to lay into him.
"So partner," you slowly speak up as the smirk on your face widens into a full-blown grin "You ready to make that asshole eat his words?"
Deck choice, deck choice, deck choice~. Come get y'all's deck!
Now, a few things to say. The four decks are based on the four available types of summoning: normal, ritual, fusion and synchro. Keep in mind that they're gonna have very varying amounts of support available at different points of the game, since, well... the decks aren't really all that equal, I know. Keep in mind your enemies and your upgrade options scale with your deck too though, so the better the deck you pick at the start is, the harder your enemies will be to keep things fair. You're an officer of the law after all, and we should probably not perform police brutality on everyone we see, yes?
Anyway, have fun voting. You've got a bit of time, less than that last vote but still quite a bit. Next update's gonna be short so we can put the deck together properly but till then... Wombat out.
Also, do not roast me over not knowing how cops work, please. I have no idea about police work so it's probably all wrong. And I do mean ALL OF IT. Hope that doesn't detract from the enjoyment tho.
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