- RP Date
- YE 46
- RP Location
- Norfrost
Two SAINT agents floated above the icy landscape taking a FCAR road away from the only city in Norfrost prefecture. Their forms appeared and reappeared between the trunks of the cedar and fir trees that crept next to and loomed over the winding trail like flying apparitions. The two of them looked like that which they sought: floating valkyrie.
"Just you and me this time," Kamikaze said, looking over to her pink haired companion. It was true they hadn't worked a case file just between the two of them in a while and the coquettish look on the ace pilot's face spoke to her happiness on their present circumstance.
"The agents before us worked alone and to exceptional results," Kyoka pointed out.
"We were given big shoes to fill when we were given Dion's," Kamikaze said, thinking on the work Dion Temple and his assistant did before them.
The two of them were in plain clothes, a curious difference from their usual SAINT uniforms, but still dressed practically. Kamikaze's puffy down jacket was tucked over fingerless knitted gloves while her black and white hair whipped about wildly in the wintry winds. Her companion, the ever elegant Tsubei Kyoka, was still warm inside of a smart gray trench coat well her pink hair stayed firmly in place underneath a burgundy scarf and matching cap.
Lately, legends of snow women or Yuki-onna had reappeared in the area. Before, they had only come up when the locals were chewing the fat or spinning yarns, but as of late that had changed. Children had come home with stories of playing with white and black haired women that dissolved when midday's warmth shone brightest. With the light snows on the tundra came the spectral figures, appearing out of blue lights and twinkling corporeally only long enough to call for help or warmth.
And so, the Star Army had been sent in to take a look and came up empty-handed as to answers. Now, SAINT's Special Investigations Office was setting up shop out here amongst the trees and that which lived outside of the bounds of reality to seek them out instead.
"Just you and me this time," Kamikaze said, looking over to her pink haired companion. It was true they hadn't worked a case file just between the two of them in a while and the coquettish look on the ace pilot's face spoke to her happiness on their present circumstance.
"The agents before us worked alone and to exceptional results," Kyoka pointed out.
"We were given big shoes to fill when we were given Dion's," Kamikaze said, thinking on the work Dion Temple and his assistant did before them.
The two of them were in plain clothes, a curious difference from their usual SAINT uniforms, but still dressed practically. Kamikaze's puffy down jacket was tucked over fingerless knitted gloves while her black and white hair whipped about wildly in the wintry winds. Her companion, the ever elegant Tsubei Kyoka, was still warm inside of a smart gray trench coat well her pink hair stayed firmly in place underneath a burgundy scarf and matching cap.
Lately, legends of snow women or Yuki-onna had reappeared in the area. Before, they had only come up when the locals were chewing the fat or spinning yarns, but as of late that had changed. Children had come home with stories of playing with white and black haired women that dissolved when midday's warmth shone brightest. With the light snows on the tundra came the spectral figures, appearing out of blue lights and twinkling corporeally only long enough to call for help or warmth.
And so, the Star Army had been sent in to take a look and came up empty-handed as to answers. Now, SAINT's Special Investigations Office was setting up shop out here amongst the trees and that which lived outside of the bounds of reality to seek them out instead.
