Name: Ritsuka "Gudako" Fujimaru | Champion Everywoman Age: 16~20-ish(ish) | Species: Human | Occupation: Master Likes: Baking chocolate, super robot and magical girl anime, art direction and editing Dislikes: The apocalypse, finances, mage bullshittery Traits: Lackadaisical, determined, clueless Trivia: Has personally served a knuckle sandwich to Beast of Disaster and the First Evil of Humanity.
You know, professor, [Ritsuka says as she hunches down, nose wrinkling as she looks at the blood drying on the floor,] for all the stuff you've dragged me into, I don't think we've investigated an actual murder together before. It's always some dumb magic stuff that feels like total nonsense. This could be a bonding experience!
Or, well, um. With other-you. I don't think I've investigated anything at all with you-you. [She gestures vaguely, trying and failing the hide the faint tremor in her voice. No matter how many corpses she's seen gutted like this, it never stops making her feel sick, the nausea amplified by the pit of grief in her stomach by the loss of a comrade.
Ritsuka hopes she never gets numb to it, frankly.]
a body has been discovered!!!
Age: 16~20-ish(ish) | Species: Human | Occupation: Master
Likes: Baking chocolate, super robot and magical girl anime, art direction and editing
Dislikes: The apocalypse, finances, mage bullshittery
Traits: Lackadaisical, determined, clueless
Trivia: Has personally served a knuckle sandwich to Beast of Disaster and the First Evil of Humanity.
You know, professor, [Ritsuka says as she hunches down, nose wrinkling as she looks at the blood drying on the floor,] for all the stuff you've dragged me into, I don't think we've investigated an actual murder together before. It's always some dumb magic stuff that feels like total nonsense. This could be a bonding experience!
Or, well, um. With other-you. I don't think I've investigated anything at all with you-you. [She gestures vaguely, trying and failing the hide the faint tremor in her voice. No matter how many corpses she's seen gutted like this, it never stops making her feel sick, the nausea amplified by the pit of grief in her stomach by the loss of a comrade.
Ritsuka hopes she never gets numb to it, frankly.]