Futuristic Looking for a partner in crime. Ghost in the Shell

[Bill123456789]

I just finished a complete series on Writing forum called Tales from the Crypt.
I was also doing Atlanta on the side. Now that I am finished with season one, I want to do roleplaying with other living people. I do not care if you use AI but playing alone is boring.
Please understand I might not understand current slang since I am old.

I am looking for someone, who is over 18.

I like roleplaying about every day life and crime and even Yuri as long as it is pg-13.

* Ghost in the Shell

* Psycho-pass

* Cyberpunk Police Force

* Law and Order (futuristic)

Please be middle lit or better. No one lines. Be able to write 1000 words.
Please read reply posts before posting again.
Both original and custom characters are welcome.
Upgrades and powers are welcome as long as they are low powers, and not strong powers.
Don't do god molding, and no after dodges or controlling time.

* No discord or wechat, we will use this site. Rpnation only.
* On, one x one, forums, not messaging.



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Multiple Settings - Partners in Crime (GITS)

I just finished a complete series on Writing forum called Tales from the Crypt. I was also doing Atlanta on the side. Now that I am finished with season one, I want to do roleplaying with other living people. I do not care if you use AI but playing alone is boring. Please understand I might not...

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[Bill123456789]

From Shadows to Shoreline: The Unfolding Saga of Detective Yin Lillian Devottamocivotia​

The city of Miami had long captivated the world with its glittering beaches, bustling nightlife, and vibrant culture. Beneath the surface, however, lay a world marred by crime, riddled with secrets, and driven by an insatiable thirst for justice. Enter Detective Yin Lillian Devottamocivotia, a newcomer navigating the murky waters of the Miami Police Department.

Detective Yin, often referred to as "Lillian," joined the Miami PD determined to carve out her niche in a department where ambition often clashed with bureaucratic inefficiency. Hailing from a small town, Lillian was no stranger to hard work; she envisioned herself as a beacon of hope in a city teetering on the brink of chaos. However, as fate would have it, she found herself assigned to a lowly detective position, partnered with Jason Collins—a man whose family connections in law enforcement seemed to eclipse his own abilities.

Jason, the son of an FBI agent and a mother who worked in Homeland Security, had an interesting setup. His familial ties were both a privilege and a curse, allowing him a certain level of complacency. Content with relying on his parents to handle cases, Jason often left significant portions of the investigations unaddressed, dismissing the core of his responsibilities. Lillian, recognizing his lack of drive and commitment, was thrust into a solitary role where she soon found her investigative instincts challenged more than ever.

The turning point came when a murder was reported along Miami’s beachfront. A young woman had been brutally killed, her lifeless body discovered on the sand, leaving a community shaken and law enforcement desperate for answers. Given their partnership dynamics, Lillian took it upon herself to investigate while Jason opted for the easy way out—passing the details of the crime to his parents in the FBI. This left Lillian delving deep into the case, driven by a sense of duty and an unwavering desire for justice.

While poring over the evidence, Lillian stumbled upon a matchbook that bore the emblem of a little-known bar at the shoreline, “The Salty Anchor.” Its striking red color and bold name fascinated Lillian. Upon noticing that only this bar stocked such matchbooks, she felt the magnetic pull of destiny urging her toward the next step in solving this gruesome act.

The night was heavy with anticipation as Lillian made her way to The Salty Anchor, feeling half like an investigator and half like an unwitting voyeur walking into a potential den of darkness. Ignoring the protocols of calling for backup, her curiosity and intuition pushed her forward. What she didn’t know was that the killer might be lurking just a few feet away.

As she passed through the dim lights and smoky atmosphere of the bar, anxious hearts surrounded her—people laughing, glasses clinking, unaware of the drama unfolding at their fingertips. Lillian approached the bar, scanning the area for any sign of danger. That was when she spotted him—the man whose face would haunt her nightmares. He sat at the edge, nursing a beer while his eyes darted, seemingly watching her every move.

But before she could react, the scene erupted. Gunshots pierced the ambiance, shattering the illusion of a carefree night. Lillian felt a searing pain shoot through her arm as the bullet hit its mark. Chaotic screams echoed around the bar, and patrons scrambled for safety. The killer bolted out the back door, leaving Lillian vulnerable and alone on the bar’s floor.

Panic engulfed the scene as 911 calls flooded in. Help wasn’t far behind. Miami PD quickly arrived on the scene, and as they reviewed the bar’s surveillance footage, they utilized advanced facial recognition technology. It was a race against time, but quickly they identified the suspect—a local criminal with a history steeped in violence. Within an hour, an all-points bulletin (A.P.B.) was dispatched, leading to the swift apprehension of the suspect who hadn’t anticipated the fallibility of his own arrogance.

As Lillian was taken to the hospital, her mind spun with the chaos of what had occurred. But the determination that fueled her spirit remained unbroken. Despite her injury, she knew she had unearthed a vital lead that could unravel the murder mystery—a thread that would take this case far beyond the bars of Miami, deep into the folds of a criminal web entwined with corruption and deceit.

In the aftermath of the incident, Lillian not only faced physical healing but also the shift in her professional landscape, but it would take time for her to learn how to use her new robotic like arm. The police department, and so from they said, recognizing her tenacity and skills in cracking the case amidst such adversity, made the unexpected decision to transfer her to Section Nine in Japan—a covert unit dealing extensively with international crime and espionage. It wasn't just an opportunity; it was a recognition of her potential and perseverance.

As Lillian boarded the flight to Japan, she could not help but reflect on the contrasts between her two assignments. While Miami had been a riot of color and vibrancy, underscored by darkness, Japan offered calm and mystery, a land rich in culture and history, with its own unique battles against crime.

With the scars of her past experience etched in her memory and a fire ignited within her, Detective Yin Lillian Devottamocivotia was ready to embrace this next chapter. Little did she know that in the realm of international law enforcement, her journey was just beginning—one that would lead her to confront shadows both familiar and unknown, proving that sometimes the path to justice charts the most unexpected of courses.

Detective Yin Lillian Devottamocivotia Part 2​

Detective Yin Lillian Devottamocivotiablands stepped off the Boeing 747, her heart racing as she navigated the vast expanse of Kansai International Airport in Japan. The airport, a sprawling marvel of modern architecture, buzzed with life — travelers of diverse backgrounds scurrying from gate to gate, vendors hawking everything from sushi to souvenirs, and the faint echo of announcements reverberating through the air. The excitement was palpable, yet Lillian felt a thrilling undercurrent of anxiety.

As she descended the jet bridge, two local police officers awaited her at the terminal. Clad in crisp uniforms, they offered respectful nods as they recognized the serious nature of her visit. Lillian had been dispatched to Osaka, far from her Miami home, to assist in an urgent investigation that had garnered international attention.

“Welcome, Detective,”
one of the officers greeted her in accented English.
“We will transport you to your accommodations.”

Lillian nodded, her petite frame weighed down by the contents of her oversized suitcase. She felt an innate sense of duty that came with being a detective; it was the reason for her cross-continental journey. But first, some personal touchstones of normalcy amid the chaos. She made her way to the overpriced gift shop located within the airport’s labyrinthine corridors and purchased a simple cotton T-shirt, its fabric whispering comfort while reminding her of the warmth of home.

Once outside the airport, the humid air of Osaka wrapped around her like a heavy blanket. The police vehicle awaited, a sleek black sedan that cut through the city’s vibrant streets, illuminating her anticipation for what lay ahead. Peachtree Apartments in Red Center were a short drive from the airport, and as they approached, she marveled at the modern aesthetic of the building, its glass facade reflecting the azure sky.

The officers escorted her into the lobby, where she was greeted by a friendly receptionist who efficiently checked her in. The conversation was peppered with pleasantries, yet Lillian could sense the weight of expectation hanging in the air; she was there not just as a detective but as an emblem of hope to those searching for resolution.

As she walked down the hall to room 1308, her thoughts drifted to the cases that awaited her. Unpacking her belongings would be an opportunity to momentarily slip away from the stress of the investigation. But first, her new home.

Upon entering room 1308, Lillian was taken aback. The apartment was large — easily three times the size of her modest Miami digs. Bright light spilled in through expansive windows, illuminating the modern furnishings which exuded a state-of-the-art elegance she hadn’t expected. The space was inviting and fresh; she was certain a cleaning crew had meticulously prepared it just for her.

To her delight, the refrigerator and cabinets were stocked with an assortment of food. It was a welcome sight, a brief respite from the relentless travel. She allowed herself a moment of appreciation — clearly, someone had considered her needs while preparing this space.

As she began to unpack, Lillian noticed a neat pile on the bed. There, laid out were two black cotton uniforms bearing the crest of the Osaka Police, body armor, a shiny new badge, and a handgun. The badge gleamed as she picked it up, each engraved letter promising a new beginning and new responsibility. It was a stark reminder that her presence in this country was serious business.

Lillian took a moment to absorb the room around her. The simplicity of her garments contrasted sharply with the luxurious environment in which she found herself. She glanced past the living room area toward the additional three empty bedrooms. Would she be alone here, or would she have roommates? It struck her as curious that such a sizeable apartment would remain partially vacant.

“Am I expected to share this space?”
she wondered aloud, the thought lingering in her mind.

Shaking her head, she continued to unpack her clothing, hanging her favorite dresses in the closet while folding her casual attire. Yet in the back of her mind, the unanswered question loomed larger than life. Perhaps, she thought, sharing the apartment could mean having allies in this unfamiliar city, other detectives who could understand her quest for justice.

As she put away the last of her belongings, the sun began its descent beyond the skyline, casting a golden hue that illuminated the walls of her new sanctuary. Lillian felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. This new chapter in her life was more than just a mere geographical relocation; it was a fresh start in a cultural landscape she yearned to explore.

In those quiet moments, staring out at the city, she made a vow to herself. The road ahead in Osaka would be fraught with challenges, but she would tackle them head-on, just as she had done before. Whether she had companions or stood alone, Detective Yin Lillian Devottamocivotiablands was determined to bring any criminals to justice and to find solace in her new surroundings.

Her badge wasn't just a symbol of authority — it was a commitment to uncovering truths, solving mysteries, and embracing the unknown landscapes of not only the city but of her own spirit as well. As dusk settled, Lillian's resolve hardened; she was ready to delve deep into her new role, warming to the vibrant rhythms of Osaka while keeping a steadfast eye on the pursuit of justice.

With each beat of the city synchronizing with her heart, she silently declared,
“Let the investigations begin.”