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(Setting) 3014 Stratford
| "That's quite the house."
> An azure-haired maid passes by the front of the house. She straightens her glasses, seeing the sizeable building.
"Maybe I just enter in?"
> Looking a bit confused, she walks to and fro — she does so for a while before stepping in close to the doorstep of the house.
"And—"
> Two seemingly playful knocks was made on the door.
"Uni here!"
| > It's not long before a sweet voice rings out in response.
"Ah, c-c-com-comi-comi-ing!"
A quick 'thud' follow before the door opens. Elliott takes hardly a glance at her, wearing a white flared dress before falling in awe.
"U-U-Un-ee!"
> She rushes to a hug!
| > Uni catches the hug with little difficulty. Her frilly skirt allowed only restricted movement, but she held enough of Elliott for her, and Elliott, to not tumble over.
"Elliott! Nice to meet you again—"
> She pats the lady gently, smiling in the appearance of Elliott.
| "Y-you-u t-t-too! Ho-ow-how'v-ve you b-ben-een? I-I lo-ve t-th-the Ou-outfi-it."
>She's let go, taking control of her excitement. She's learned to speak quickly, even with her stutter. She goes over Uni's maid outfit in complete awe.
"C-come on i-in-in!"
> She immediately makes way for Uni, as a very excitable girl!.
| >>241157
> Uni chuckles lightheartedly at Elliott before entering the house.
"Thank you!"
> She sees the inside of the house, already comparing it to her tiny-sized apartment.
| "Waait for meee!"
>A pinkhaired girl dashes in after Uni, her pajamas evident
| "Uh-oh—"
> Uni turns to the girl after taking her time analyzing Elliott's living space — still wishing that her apartment would be in the size closer to the house.
| (Oops, sorry for the wait!)
>>241168
The house just as it seems, spacious in every way, however quite empty.
>>241220
>>241363
O-Oh? W-Well c-come-come o-o-on i-n!
>She keeps the door wide open.
| >The girl keeps going, crashing into Uni. Thankfully her body is *really* soft, almost pillow-like
"Hey i know you! Aren't you that new maid?"
| >>241432
> Uni was surprised by the sudden almost-hug, and even more so by the seemingly soft composition of the girl.
"Ah—you are correct on that."
> She answered, adjusting herself after the bump with the girl.
"Uni is the name—"
> Uni's left eye does its trademark glow-and-fade, it's almost a customary for her eye to randomly do so.
"—And I assume you are Tsuya?"
| "Yep! Tsuya!"
>Shes gets off Uni, and goes to wander about the house
| >Someone can be heard outside yelling.
"Mail!"
>A maid themed hentai flies in the door, and quick running can be heard. Someone running away from the house. The manga has a note on the front of it that reads:
*Please enjoy. No need to thank me.*
(If you don't want this to be in here, please just ignore it. I just thought it would be fun.)
| (That was my final disappearance hopefully)
"U-Uhm.. W-w-we-ll-el, w-why-why don-do-d-don' t yo-uu-ou f-follo-follow h-her, r-real q-q-quick, U-Un-i-ee? W-W-we c-can ca-ca-catch u-p o-on th-thi-thing-ngs."
> She reaches out and picks up the manga from the door, reading the cover before quickly putting it down next to the door, closing it. Plans will be made later.
| >>241687
"Hm? Surely!"
> Uni nods, following the pantygirl to explore the house.
"You know, Elliott, you seem to be stuttering more than I remember."
> She remarks, noticing that early on, but only saying it now.
| "Y-Yes, o-o-oh? So-Sorry, I'm just.."
> She stops to breathe, taking a second as if to relax.
"O-Oh, ye-y-yea-ah. I-I-I'm ju-just ex-excit-excite-excited! I-I'l-ll tr-... T-Try, b-be-better."
> She smiles sweetly, following behind her, she takes note of Uni's awareness mentally.
| >>241975
"You don't need to force yourself! I was just wondering why you are stuttering more than when we first met."
> Uni said, trying to follow the pantygirl at her pace.
"I don't mind you stuttering if you can't help it — it's those little traits that make people cute!"
> Uni's maid personality is leaking through; maybe the maid outfit had enough impact for her to say all that.
| >Elliott giggles, smiling at her enthusiasm from behind.
"Aww, Un-Uni-Unie-e!"
>As they go along, the house is just as big as expected, enough room to fit dozens more than just themselves.
| "This is a sizeable house, Elliott. How much fortune did you spend to have the house?"
> Uni wonders, calculating of possible investment needed to be done to have such a house in Glitch City — of course, all was done while she plays with her glasses — straightening it multiple times.
| "Hmm... W-well.."
> She takes a second to think about it, looking around the place as they go through.
" I-Iv-I've s-sav-save.. S-Saved l-la-lots si-sin-since In-Innie. B-But.. M-M-Most i-is fam-family o-ow-ne-d. I-I wou-wouldn't sa-say m-mo..more th-an fi-fif-fifty m-mi-ma."
> She suddenly stops and takes a breath before continuing, she's determined to smooth her stutter.
"Fi-fi.. Fift-ey m-miillion! Ah-ha!"
| "I-I see. Saving goes a long way, didn't it?"
> Uni answers, feeling ever so desperatr for her tiny apartment now.
"How does it feel to live in such a wide space alone? I get troubled with loneliness myself, and that is on a small apartment—.. I can't imagine how you cope with that feeling."
| (*desperate. Whoops.)
| > She puts her finger to her lips, looking up in thought. Almost naturally, she removes her hand from her face and snaps fingers to an answer she believes will make Uni happy, and herself as well.
"We-w-well.. I-I Usu- I Usuall-ee j-just go ex-explo- go explo-ring, ma-make an a-adve-adventure T-o di-distra-act me. I-I'm used to t-the sor-sort, b-but he-here an-an the-re I.. Er-I a-ask fo- hel- for help. Li-like no- like n-now."
| >>242982
"Is that so? Exploring and adventures. I love doing that as well, but the confines of Glitch City had me stuck, not doing anything through the whole day."
> Uni stops to think of a correlation, she once again, straightens her glasses.
"—Maybe that's also why I have a job at a maid cafe, and why I also would like to have a try at being your assistant—.. or caretaker. Either of which is fine."
| > Elliott beams at the idea, then an idea.
"R-Real-lee? M-May-Maybe so-so.. I-In tha-that c-c-case, I ha-I have y-your a-a-and Tsu-Tsu-Tsu-ya's f-first-first ta-task!"
> She stops abruptly, a smile stretches across her face. They haven't even gotten upstairs yet and she's ready to make plans..
"If, i-if y-ou ac-accept, o-of cour- of course."
| >>243008
> Uni nods, accepting the aformentioned task.
"I'm ready, that's why I'm here."
> She is still unsure of what Elliott wants her to do, but she does keep a steady amount of expectations in her.
| > Tsuya nods
"Yep! yep! seeing you in person just makes me want the job more!"
| > Elliot takes a sizable breathe, ready to continue.
"I-I've been n-n-needing, needing help w-with.. t-the last.. box-b-boxes, a-and dec-de-decorating! I-I've mo-moved in, o-only just... A-And, m-maybe, mayb-ee som-thing for d-dinner."
| >>247157
"I can handle boxes and dinner no problem, but decorating—"
> Uni chuckles sheepishly, acknowledging at her lack of talent at decorating.
"—I can try decorating, but I won't promise any good results."
| "I-It's oka-okay. As l-long as y-you gi-gi-give it a t-try! I b-bet you-you'll d-d-do fine."
| >>247619
"Are you sure? I don't want to break anything."
> Uni tries to reconfirm to Elliott, still not feeling any of her talent at decorating house.
| "Oh, d-don't be s-s-sill-ee! H-Here, I'll p-p-ut Tsu-Tsuya-Tsuya on De-dec-decor-decorating!"
> More or less complying with Uni's comfort, she reaches out and grabs her hand, turning and tugging for her to follow.
"T-Tsuya! O-One-One S-Second!"
| "Huh? Alright! I'll figure something out..."
>Content with her scouting of thr building, Tsuya sets out to do some decorating. Something simple probably to start.
| >Satisfied, Elliott returns to pulling Uni aloft, wanting so much to pull her down the hallway opposite of the room entrance they were at.
| "O-okay there—"
> Uni follows along, being pulled into the motion.
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| > Through the hallway to the left door, second to the end. She stops in front and lets go of Uni, allowing her time to catch up.
"Y-You've chan-changed a b-bi-bit, U-Uni."
| "How so?"
> Uni asked with a gaze of genuine wonder. She walks in a pace, trying to figure out what in her that's changed.
| "W-Well, to start.. When wh-di-did you s-stop u-usi-using w-we a-and us?"
> Elliott leans back against the door, keeping her hands on the handle. She bits her lower lip to express her own curiosity back to Uni.
| >>249078
"Well, that comes with a long story—"
> Uni stops, closing her eye in response, and opening it back on — her left eye is noticeably flickering a blue light.
"—To put it simply: upon losing the eye, I felt as if the world renewed itself. It's like losing an alternate persona that doesn't exist — and at that moment, I gave up the habits given by the eye itself."
> She lengthily explains, hoping Elliott would understand everything in one go.
| "I don't know why I would use 'we' over 'I' in the first place — but like everything the eye says: it's all lies. Even if I know the reason it would still be lies."
> Uni antagonises the eye, knowing full-well of its capability.
"I wanted the eye repaired, but at this point on, I want to keep myself alive as a person longer."
| >>249109
> Elliott's cheer is replaced with awe, and at once she giggles off her interest.
"I-I see. O-one day y-yo-you're go-going to have T-o have to tell me t-the story, i-in f-full. I'm v-very in-intere-interested."
| >>249150
"One day, little Elliott. One day."
> Uni pats Elliott, holding out a chuckle at her oddly increased frequency of patting people.
"Well, until then, let's have some boxes to move, and a dinner to serve!"
| > Elliott nods, somewhat enjoying the head pat nonetheless.
"Al-alright!"
> With it, she opens the door behind her, which leads into the dining room. Just as expected, in the direct middle is a dining table, rectangular in shape and halfway finished. Decorating. Boxes are piled in the corner of the far left, and the door to the right of them remains open, showing the kitchen.
| "So, how should one approach this sanely? Boxes first, or dinner first?"
> Upon entering the room, Uni checks the boxes from afar. She walks to see the kitchen as well — feeling the same as she was before regarding how big the house is for her standards.
"I know I would vote for boxes first; dinner is best served warm, after all — but I can make dinner first if that's what you want."
| "N-No, no.. Box-b-boxes first!"
> Elliott laughs lightly, hurrying over past Uni to begin opening her first box.
"M-Most h-here is si-silv-silverw-ware, p-plates a-and all.. B-but, there's a f-few la-lamps and st-stand-stands."
| "I'll pick those up; put some in the kitchen, and leave the lamps for installation later."
> Uni goes to the box, seeing its various contents.
"Leave it to me! These doesn't look very heavy anyways."
| "O-Oh, w-why thank-thank y-you, Uni! I sha-shall l-l-let you b-be. I'll g-go ch-check on Tsu-Tsu-Tsuya."
> She smiles brightly, watching Uni get to before leaving her be.
| >There's a harsh knock on the front door. If someone is near it, they could just make out 2 distinctive voices.
"After this, we are even John."
"Yeah, Yeah, And then I will have to save your ass again."
"Shut up."
| >>251237
> Uni places a handful of plates in the dining table, trying to decorate it for the dinner they will have. The instant she heard a knock, she stops her task and takes the initiative to answer the knock.
"Coming!"
> She confusedly walks through the many rooms before reaching to the door, opening it in an instant.
| >She is met with a tired man, his 5 o'clock shadow just showing more of his tiredness. His eyes raise quite a bit when he sees Uni in her maid outfit. The other man is nowhere to be seen.
"Uh.. Hello ma'am, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. I'm Detective Peterson, from the Vice division. I'm here to see an Elliot Reumund?"
| >>251249
"Right. That would be the madam. I'll call her for you, but before so—"
> Uni attempts to strike the most maid-like response to the detective — quite possibly unnecessary, but her maid outfit is already pushing her this far.
"—What intent do you have with her, if I may ask?"
| "Just a routine check. After the event that happened, and all the cold trails, we are just making sure that all the victims of the perpetrators are safe."
>Peterson manages a somewhat friendly, smile. He is however slightly put off balance by the way Uni is acting.
| >>251257
> Uni didn't notice, or was too focused at remembering the problems Elliott had in the past, to even notice the detective's smile.
"—I see. Well, it would be rude of me to let a guest be outside. Come inside, I will fetch the madam for you."
> She gestures the detective to scoot over to the house.
| > Whilst the above plays out, Elliott indeed searches for Tsuya near the back of the house, already convinced she has went out on a decorating spree.
"T-Tsuya!"
| >>251258
"There's no need to. It would be better if I spoke privately to Elliott outside, rather than interrupt anything you have going on inside."
>Peterson says the last part rather sheepishly...
| >>251270
> Uni didn't catch on to what the detective said, and instead swallows the sentence as a whole, as though it was said normally.
"I'll go get her then. Give me a moment."
> She began circling the house for Elliott, occasionally calling her name in places she thinks Elliott would be.
| >>251276
"Oh, n-no, I wa-I was j-just che-"
She pauses at Uni's calling and looks back before beginning to turn the other way.
"K-Keep deco-decorating f-for me, o-okay?"
> At once she leaves Tsuya without another word, only to pursue Uni's voice, finding her in the main hallway.
"U-Uni?"
| "...Wonder if they're dating yet..."
>Tsuya shrugs and walks up the stairs
"Now... pink or magenta..."
| >>251277
"Ah, Elliott. There's someone waiting to meet you at the door."
> Uni approaches Elliott, feeling grateful that she could find her in one go.
"It's Detective Peterson. He said it's a routine check."
| "P-P-Peterson? Oh, a-alright, I sha-sha-shall g-go at o-once. Tha-thank y-thank you for an-answering, U-Uni."
> Elliott easily happy with her, however her true feelings aren't as positive. With a thanks to Uni, she heads back to the front door to meet the visitor.
"H-H-Hello?"
| "Hi Elliot. I'm Detective Peterson, Vice. Do you mind stepping outside for some privacy?"
>Peterson shows his badge.
| "Er.. Y-Yes, s-sure thing."
> She nods promptly, the words 'routine check' from Uni still alludes her curiosity.
"Wh-what-what's this f-for?"
| >Once Elliot steps out, she notices a second figure, leaning on the wall. He looks familiar... While Peterson explains sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.
"Truth be told, I'm grasping for straws. The people who abducted you have gone quiet, and all my usual leads are cold, leaving just you. If you don't want to answer any, you don't have to."
>Peterson looks over to his 'partner'.
"Also he wants to speak to you."
| "A-A-Abducted?"
> She takes a minute to realize, looking at the person against the wall before nodding.
"Ju-just ask m-me any-anything. I'll tr-tr-try."
| "So first question, have these people attempted contact with you in any way?"
>Peterson has a notepad and pen on the ready, while the second person slightly tilts their head towards the conversation.
| > She thinks for a second, before shaking her head.
"N-No, not tha-that I kno-know o-of."
| "Second, On the day of th-"
"Peterson, don't you think that's an inappropriate question? She's already stressed out as it is."
>The man speaks over the detective, and then turns to Elliot.
"To start with, I'm sorry I didn't visit."
>The detective stays quiet.
| > Elliott glares at the man with a long silence. Her thought process begins race and she looks between the two before settling, again, on the man.
"W-What... What d-do you... A-Ano?"
| >Ano, better yet John, smiles.
"It's John now a days. I don't do much, but I do want to hunt down the people who did this, I just don't like loose ends."
| "B-But.. Bu-but.."
> She takes a small step back, reviewing all the information on her head before joyfully running over and squeezing him into a hug.
"Y-You must, mu-must tell m-me the st-story! O-one, one d-day... I-I th-thought you d-died!"
| >John reciprocates the hug, patting her on the head.
"I did die. Sort of. I'm afraid I can't explain how."
| "But most of all, You can't tell people. As far as you know, I'm Johnson."
| > She bites her lower lip, almost a pout, but part of her understands.
"A-Alright.. I-I'll pro-promise. O-otherwi-wise, would y-you like t-to co-come in?"
> She lets go of him, but keeps marveled at his appearance.
| "I wish I could. How about you? Have you been well?"
>Now that you've gotten a good look at his appearance, you notice that he is holding some sort of helmet, while being dressed in a full suit.
| > She nods promptly. The scene of a detective, John in his suit and Elliott in her flare dress makes quite a sight if anyone looked past the fence.
"A-ab-absolutely st-stu-stunning! I-I've m-moved he-here rec-recently for a b-bit- a bit of ad-a-adventure."
| Queers
| Bitches
| Fuck ogff
| (Well how rude!)
| > Inside, just shy of where the door was, Uni stood motionlessly behind — listening to the conversation as it goes along. A pale hint of guilt in her face was wiped as she heard deeper into the conversation.
"Hmh. Same old."
> She proceeds to slowly walk back towards the dining room from where she stood, this time, feeling a sort of happiness inside her.
| > Elliott begins to continue, however pauses.
"O-Oh! Y-You were s-still aski-asking q-questions, P-Peter-Peters-son?"
> Elliott turns to the detective, from where stands in front of John. She realizes she sort of abandoned him.
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| "Y-Yes. I was goin-"
>Peterson speaks up, but gets interrupted by John again.
"Peterson."
"John, shut up. This is my case, as the record shows, I don't owe you anymore."
"Pete. DO I have to remind you who your anonymous source? Or how you got from the parking ticket department to Vice?"
"Don't push it John."
>Both people are now facing each other, mildly angry.
"Fine. But if your actions cause any harm..."
"John, I know. I'll keep quiet."
>Things relax, as John faces Elliot.
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| "Elliott, I'll keep in touch, OK?"
>John beings to head out, while Peterson watches him leave.
| > She looks between the two in the argument, starting out confused and now dabbling in worry. She watches John go before turning to Peterson.
"I-Is... I- Is ever-everyth-thing alri-right?"
| "He's a hotheaded asshole. Where were we?"
>Peterson re-adjusts his tie.
| "U-Uh.."
> She sighs, trying to ignore his remark immediately.
"S-Second q-question. D-day of s-somet-someth-thing."
| >Peterson prepares his notepad.
"Right. On the day of the event, did the criminals have any defining features?"
| > She shakes her head.
"T-They were a-all.. A-All ordi-ordinary p-peop-people by-by how th-they looked. A-As I c-c-could reme-remember."
| >>253758
"Hmmm... I don't think I have anymore questions, I was hoping for a breakthrough..."
>Peterson looks mildly dejected, having used all his leads.
| "O-Oh, I'm-I'm-I'm sorry."
> Elliott bites her bottom lip.
"H-Have you a-asked K-Kazuki? O-Or shelb-shelby?"
| "Shelby is gone. Kazuki may know more."
> Uni enters into the conversation. Her figure looming behind Elliott before she moves left to her to reveal herself.
"—Sorry, I'm not entitled to an answer here, but I partially know what happens to those name."
| (*happened)
| "Hmm... Shelby... The guy who attacked a hospital? Where did he go?"
>Peterson regains his interest in the conversation, now scribbling his notes on to his note pad.
| "Disappeared. He disappeared, carrying his son with him."
> Uni remembers something else, but holds the thought back — fearing it might be a false memory.
"That is all I could recall. Last time I saw him was.."
> She tries to get the name of the place — but her memory was not at all working. Her expression mirroring her concentrated efforts at remembering the place.
"—Of all the time I could forget the place—"
> She chuckles, returning no answer from her memory.
| > Elliott smiles lightly and shakes her head.
"W-Well, It's ok-okay. N-No need t-to w-wo-worry. K-Kaz sti-ll li-li-lives a-around Cha-chapel-3. H-He could h-help so-some."
| >>254689
> Uni nods at Elliott's words.
"Indeed. Kazuki is a friend to Shelby, after all — you can hit two marks with one person, Detective."
> She turns to the detective.
| >>254914 >>254689
>Peterson finishes intently scribbling, look back up to the girls.
"Thank you for the information. This is just what I needed. I think that's all the questions I needed to ask. Please call me if anything happens."
>Peterson fishes out a calling card, with his name, contact number.
| >>255351
>Elliott scans over the card, before handing it over to Uni.
"W-We s-shall. W-We wish y-wish you lu-l-luck, De-detective P-Pet-Peterson."
| >>255388
> Uni glances at the card, memorizing enough information from it. She doesn't reply the detective's words, and instead chose to nod to it instead.
| >>255351
>Peterson gives a small nod, before he leaves.
"Again, thank you, Hopefully you won't need to call me!"
| "Let's hope so."
> Uni said, watching the detective takes his leave. She turns to Elliott, remembering the tasks she was handed.
"—So, I'm back to installing lamps. I'll see you in the dining room."
> She walks back to the place she mentioned.
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| >>256384
"A-Ah! Y-Yes, oka-kay."
> Elliott, having kept a clear image of Peterson in her head, closes the door behind her and returns to the upstairs, again looking for Tsuya to see her current work in decorating.
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| > As it sounds, a rather large building sits on it's own atop a small slope. a fresh green front yard and driveway, with no vehicle. Even a basic metal fence borders the lot with an open gate finishing the alluring design.