[Marcus H.]

The hair changing colors was the final fragment in this Chaos, as it could be that the irokane has left her body.

Oh crap, impressive! Silver Irokane + Victorique = Fontaine Argentée Victorique.
How the heck didn't I think of that?

EDIT: MeisterBabylon is pitching yet another crossover... this time with a certain NEET Detective...

Spoiler for intro:

"Hmm... As if this type of day would never come after that action-filled escapade..."

"...I'm bored."

A ceramic pipe in one hand and a bag of sweets on the other, a girl with golden hair and stunning green eyes approaches Tokyo Butei High School's bulletin board. As the descendant of the Gray Wolf Victorique de Blois, the girl named Èlise Kujo inherited both the infinite wisdom... and the low tolerance to boredom... of her grandmother.

That boredom eventually took her to the bulletin board where Butei would pick up missions. But...

"These are not Chaos enough."

A short glance at the different pieces of paper and Èlise realizes that there supposed "missions" are too menial for the likes of a Gray Wolf like her.

"What is this? Fetching things at a certain time period? Surveillance? Profile research? What kind of tasks are these?"

In comparison, she has been assigned to several cases that are too dangerous for a student to go alone, and it often required several teams of highly-trained fellow DA (Detectives Armes in France). Not to mention her last ordeal with her partner Jim Bean, who is aptly called as the "Black Reaper" due to his constant exposure to life-threatening things.

Fortunately, there are no one around to hear her mumblings.

Èlise decides that it might be much better if she returns to her "secret garden"; she's already planning on reading some novels to spend time, and she could just think of what to do to a certain Black Reaper on the way.

Soon, a particular song plays on a device that hangs on her back.

Although partly startled by the sound (she forgot to tweak the volume controls after immersing herself in her sweets), she holds on to the book-sized electronic device while still clinging to the bag of sweets like a child squeezing her favorite teddy bear.

On the display are the letters NEET in a fancy cursive font on a maroon background.

"I don't remember being contacted by someone who uses this number or name..."

She pressed on the screen, not even giving a thought on who the other person on the line is, and she watches as the person on the other line — a young girl surrounded by numerous LCD monitors — speaks to Èlise.

"I'm glad you've answered my call immediately, Kujo Èlise-san."