More Nakamori, more Task Force...okay, a little more self-indulgence, here, but I swear there are plot reasons for it.  Also, my first independently-written KID note!  (miladyRanger and I wrote two together, but neither story has been posted yet and at least one probably won’t be.)

Kusakabe the grumpy Task Force OCfrom RiR makes his return, accompanied by some others, but I promise, no Mary Sues.  

The one best suited to solve this riddle is the reason I write it:

The game is not afoot, nor will it be for some time

I am not an old man in Sussex but a student in Norfolk

Concern yourself with lost cubs rather than me.

Nakamori Ginzou looked up from the note lying on his desk and shouted, “KID Riddle, all hands!”

“The h***?” Kusakabe demanded, sidling up to the desk.  “It’s only been a few days!  Is he escalating?”

“You shut your mouth,” Harada said curtly, coming up behind him.

Harada was from Ginzou’s generation, and the nicest of them didn’t appreciate implications that KID was actually some sort of violent, disorganized psychotic.  The surliest were liable to punch people for those accusations and end up in Human Resources or anger management classes.

“It is weird, though,” Miuta said.  “Does it look like another impersonator?”