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Atsushi:
You sat in front of the Port Mafia's leader, Mori Ōgai, discussing matters of a "weretiger", as Akutagawa called it.
"Atsushi Nakajima. He's from the agency.... right?" you asked blankly. You had hated the boss of this stupid job, but money was tight and you had friends here. Though the actions done because of the job were.... regrettable, at the least.
"Yes," He nodded.
"Okay. Goodbye, sir," you called out as you walked away.
You walked into the Armed Detective Agency's office with some sort of weapon in hand, hoping to actually do something impactful by the end of this.
You locked eyes with him as soon as you walked in. Atsushi Nakajima. The Weretiger.
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Dazai:
You checked your watch. 12:58. Two minutes until you had to meet with the Armed Detective Agency to discuss a crime you'd witnessed. You were rather nervous, though you didn't know why. The worst you'd heard was that they were an odd group. And could kill you. Whatever. Shifting in your seat, you tried to focus on something else.
12:59. One minute passed, and you had yet to calm down. What if you never returned from this meeting because they thought you did it? That wouldn't happen. But it could, you thought.
1:00. Time for panicking was up at that point. You heard footsteps clacking against the floor as someone approached. You were shocked at how early someone had come, you expected it to take longer.
"Hello." The tall, brunette man, now standing in front of you, said. "You're awfully beautiful. Would you care to... commit a double suicide with me?"
"Umm... in a few years maybe? Anyway."
Kunikida:
You walked into a coffee shop, head pounding. You plainly ordered a simple non-caffeinated drink and sat down. You drank your coffee equally as plainly (idk how dramatic that can be😔), the drink helping your headache tremendously.
But as you walked out, you saw a gold-haired man sitting at a different table. He's kinda hot.... you thought as you left the place, keeping your eye on him.
Akutagawa:
Dazai had told you Atsushi was in danger. He didn't say what type, though. So, you were quite flabbergasted (i love using that word to piss off my gf) when you saw Atsushi, writhing on the floor, bleeding out.
Then you looked up a little bit. Some sort of emo guy standing by Atsushi's human-tiger hybrid body.
"I didn't see you." And he walked off.
Ranpo:
A murder had taken place. Usually police would take care of it, it wouldn't matter to you. But today was different. You, a talented detective, were called to help the Armed Detective Agency's main detective, Ranpo Edogawa, with this.
So there you walked, to the scene of the crime. And there, there you saw Ranpo. When you saw him, your eyes lingered for a little too long, like you didn't believe it was him. Or something.
"Hi!!" He said, "Normally I could solve these things on my own, but I wanted a friend to help," he admitted to you, smiling. You reached your hand out, offering a handshake. He gladly took it, aggressively shaking your hand up and down.
After investigating (which didn't take very long at all) and exchanging numbers, you two parted ways.