Meanwhile, Detra is still on her way to Ryugujo, chasing after her friend out of fear for her safety. Unfortunately, her feelings of unease would soon prove to be true…
TMRC (Troubled Mamono Reformation Class) Is an institute that hosts a variety of Mamono of all races with the sole purpose of reforming them to behave responsibly in the world of the human dominated planet Earth. Little did I know this opportunity would change how I saw these “Savages” For better or worse.
Another crate to count.
Everything seems to be going just about right… but where the hell did this thing come from? There’s nothing on it. No paper, no holes to see what’s inside, no crew member to keep an eye on it. Must’ve been left behind. Someone’s going to end up on spending the night in the crow’s nest if that’s the case.
Oh well, it’s not my problem. Time to finish the count and then get some lunch… hmm. Wonder what that was. Sounded like a knock… ehh, screw it. I’m hungry.
“Anta-wa…… Tanuki desu.” the canine lawyer growled in Japanese, which I found endearing for some reason. “Anyways- I’m way ahead of you, Buckaroo.”
“Way ahead of me…how?”
Instead of answering my question right away, she looks around to see if Zombina is paying attention.
She’s not- her attention is directed at the field for now. Apparently she’s digging the band’s performance much more than either one of us.
Akagane begins rummaging through her purse and pulls out a copy of the Llano County Argus-Prospector before giving it a cursory look. She then pulls a leaf from her considerable cleavage and with a small puff of smoke, the newspaper changed into something else.
A comic book. The art style looked like some sort of manga and the cover art…..
And waited… until finally they cars began to appear… it was time.