Tsukuyomi "Nichts"
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Nathan took some detours before he needed to arrive at his destination, taking in the sights of the city as he mentally analyzed and noted its disposition. If he were to be frank, he hadn’t resided too long in these streets, moving in only recently in comparison to his current colleagues. He has visited a few times before to do some little check ups and simple jobs here and there, but this was still rather new to him. There wasn’t anything particularly special about this city before, but now with all these offers springing up he made up his mind. At least for the meantime; he hadn’t finalized a long term, being here too long will get boring.
The police department was in his view now, a fairly simple building minus all the active officers walking in and out. He reached into his coat and took out his mask, clasping it on with care. A couple of blocks left, with some alleys at his flank as he passed by. Curious how it wasn’t as busy with pedestrians in this sector, but he supposed it was to keep them out of the way. There was one he particularly passed that gave off this unusual scent, scrunching his nose. He shook his head a bit, thinking it was some garbage. But then there was this… tang… that didn’t normally reside in average waste. He stopped in his tracks as he soon identified the familiar, almost metallic odor, and ran back. He rounded the corner and froze, almost needing to gag from the stench- or the sight.
A dead body. A bloody, mutilated corpse. He slowly approached it as he took a good look at the finding. With a narrowed eye the freelancer inspected the body, noting it being some days old and definitely not being here recently. He opened a comm. line to the PD, phoning for the nearest officer. Well, time to do his job and play detective.
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A simple walk, a stroll; t’is all it was. Every day he woke up just to walk around- because really, that was how he had to handle his profession: walk around and present, or walk around and sniff. Sure, even now when he indeed have a job listed he sometimes would literally stop to smell the roses, though leisure is but a boring luxury. He took a sip out of his steaming coffee from a local cafe- which wasn’t spectacular either, but it did the job- while he balanced a fresh apple in his free hand, taking long simple strides as he cut through the crowd.
As the freelancer passed, Nathan heard a mewl and a soft pat beside him as if it were a merger attempt of attention grabbing. Thinking it was some annoying street cat, he stopped and turned only for a pamphlet to be nearly stuffed right at his face. He took it with a frown, balanced with his apple, glancing down as a small boy looked straight up at him. He blinked and crouched lower as he gave it a once over, nearly scoffing aloud at its contents.
When he had to squint to try and read the last bit the kid took the cuff of his sleeve with both hands, staring right at the single eye of the freelancer as if he were the only one who humored him- for what it worth. “B-b…” he began to stutter, which resulted in a curious head tilt from the young man. “Beware t-the… the f- the Phant–”
Nathan cut him off as he plopped the apple on the boy’s palms, wide-eyed confusion meeting with a small smile. He was struggling really, and the effort seemed to be killing the poor guy. “It’s alright kid, just take care of yourself.” He ruffled his matted hair before he took off, taking a final swig of his coffee. He slid the pamphlet into his cup, crushed it, and tossed it into the trash, slipping his hands in his pockets as his face was still graced with amusement of the city’s current state. Oh how amusing indeed.
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Also guys, I’m a mod of this group. Bell is just having a technical problem setting that up.
Name: Publicly as Nathan Vacuo, along with various aliases
Age: Unknown, listed as 26
Location of Residence: Small isolated house uptown
Profession: Freelance, currently enlisted as an investigator
Alive?: Yes
Appearance: A slender and lithe young man at 6′ with a very pale complexion. He has wispy white hair with a tail tied at the back, his bangs framing his face yet having the right side covered as his left cyan-azure eye stands out. He wears a crimson dress shirt with a black tie and a blazer-like black trench coat with jagged tail ends. He has fitted black pants with leather black boots and matching gloves, a utility belt around his waist yet hidden by his coat. At times he wears a special, black horn crest-like mask which also covers his right eye; the reason for its constant cover is due to an injury and resulting scar. -
((Wow, I can’t even uphold my own words.
But I feel like playing ‘that rebellious guy’… c: ))It would be a severe understatement to say Kageto was unamused.
Amidst all the roaring, migraine-inducing chaos of anything and everything, the dark blue Bubble Frog indifferently and silently watched as things began to open up from his half-perch on a tree trunk, not too far away from aforementioned commotion. As far as his mind could pinpoint, the last thing he remembered was he was out training, honing his skills with his fellow clan mates before everything just went… pitch black- not consciously aware of whatever happened in between. He felt shivers of uneasy shock reverberate his body- the after effects could be felt even now- and he… was here. Just, dropped seemingly out of nowhere in seemingly nowhere in an unknown forest- unknown territory- with a crowd of unknown Pokemon… and not-quite-Pokemon?
Arceus, may Darkrai have mercy on his soul- Gods, just tell him this was all a fabricated nightmare of some inhibited paranoia that His Patron Phantom felt the need he must confront.
As he mused and chewed through his thoughts, his bubble-scarf fluttering in unease, he kept a wary ear and eye on everything that was unfolding. The conversation, the… others. He didn’t feel the need to word his presence, his thoughts, to them, not yet- he still needed to digest, after all. He didn’t even flinch when some materials were practically flung right at his face, a webbed hand singly catching it out of reflex. He narrowed his amber eyes at its contents, a ruffled bag and an old badge he supposed it served for identification.
Identification for what, a rescue team?
This was surely ridiculous if it wasn’t made clear already.
The shiny Frogadier frowned, his scarf fluttering, expanding, and compressing in turn. It was too late to really call out for an appropriate ‘objection,’ but hell if he would just quietly accept being used as a pawn. “Hold it!” Kageto called out, his voice low but tone steady, his eyes closed in thought. As he said those two words, he balled his free hand into a fist and slammed behind him right at the tree trunk, unfazed by the slight rattling and shock from it. He paused, then tilted his head as if in slight wry inquiry. “… I admire the efforts, the determination. But if you think drawing seemingly random Pokemon and… ex-humans… out of a little hypothetical hat, haphazardly throwing them into a melting pot, and expecting them to be tangible enough to be molded right then and there…” He shook his head. His voice was ice cold at that point, but he couldn’t care less. His amber eyes were slits now as he continued. “Want to corner and shackle me into this with the inevitable ‘consequence’ such as abandonment? Fine, but I’m going to need a convincing explanation or elaboration if I am going to willingly do either. Starting with something that isn’t flushed and fluffed with this ‘prophetic, you are the Chosen One’ crap.”
((dat last paragraph… ha ha ha I’m such a nerd…
dammit Edgeworth)) -
Hey look guys I made a thing
On second thought, I’m switching OCs. Gotta share the Dark love, and Ky’s already starring in another RP in PF, ha ha
Name: Kageto (with Kato as a nickname of sorts)
Species of pokémon: Frogadier
Gender: Male
Appearance: Shiny (since shiny Greninja later would be so bae), slashed scar between eyes and ridge, black bandages wrapped around arms and legs, necklace
move set: Water Pulse, Ice Beam, Quick Attack, Substitute
Were you a pokémon before mew brought you y/n? Yes
Any defining features: Kato comes from a shinobi-esque background and, considering their patron is Darkrai (of the non-malicious kind), he is well acquainted with several Darks, Ghosts, and specific other Pokemon. That said, he is in the process of learning move manipulation (as his species is known to manipulate water in a similar manner) and other ninja-y things, but he is competent enough to be nearing evolution- the final step in his training. -
Infirmary, infirmary, infirmary…
Reiji was back at camp alright, but his mind, his whole demeanor was so dull, so flat, so desolate, he may as well have been a specter of dissipating mist. Through extrasensory- his clairvoyance, if you will, indeed people were gathered in the infirmary, noting the collection of wispy colors huddled in the small gray-white space that represents the building. He watched them in a weird sort of stupor until a cold, icy cold chill pricked along his spine, causing him to recoil sharply, clutching his twisting stomach as his vision- both hypersensitive and normal- flickered in distortion. He pulled away as an unknown flood of apprehension drowned his senses, his boots that felt like he was sloshing through lead automatically moving away from the scene. He did not want to be there. No way in hell would he dare step once closer.
Shooting range, shooting range, shooting range…
With whatever lingering composure he had that did not freeze over from that convulsing act of sudden aversion, he managed to approach the training compound, passing all the buildings with apathy, with an eerily calm stride and an even calmer expression. His hands grasped at his pockets, producing a small key ring, and grabbed at the entrance, his hands moving in autopilot as his brain recalled Bell doing the same earlier- and nothing more, he unlocked and swung the door open, closed it behind him, and made a bee line to the targeting hall in nothing short of swift elegance. He swept his half-gloved hands over some commands on the nearby console, and one of the stalls hummed to life, ready to dispatch poor, poor holograms of silhouettes that would see no mercy from the operating end of his rifle.
He drew out the gun in question, cradling the cool, sleek device of careful havoc, until he let it rest on his shoulder, his hands, as he pressed himself to the edge of the stall. His slate eyes flashed once more, distant drops of color from the corners of his vision dispersing with not a single care from the mercenary, before the last remnants faded, his vision returning to the perception provided by his mask visor, his HUD online but inactive.
He took a breath, a tired, slow sigh, as he lifted his left hand, the hand clutching the midsection of his rifle for balance and aim, and swiped his index finger to summon an array of targets. He lowered his head down to the scope, training his reticle on one of the targets, purposefully following it with barely a twitch of movement as it moved to and fro slowly- a very low setting just to keep his mind at ease. His index finger rested on the trigger, taking his time, until a string of beeps echoed into his ears. He didn’t even react this time, not even a wince as his mind was too numb to even remotely care of his focus being disturbed again. He leisurely received the connection.
Bell’s voice was calm this time, which was nice for a change, but he didn’t indulge into it any further as his mind blankly chewed her words. His visor accepted the incoming coordinates, but his expression didn’t change when he read and pinpointed the location. He didn’t respond for a bit, feigning thought, before he carefully pulled out his words. “Bell, she’s been wandering around the edges of camp the entire time.” Just as she was when he first found her aimlessly walking around before training even began. He left his answer at that, short and concise, still trained to follow his digital target through his scope, like a hawk preying on a mouse, watching.
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Reiji nodded as Max had picked up for him- once again, in a way. He offered a sort of half smile, half smirk as he watched the two depart, then pivoted around to continue on his watch. He made several steps toward the closest tree, his legs just about ready to spring back into the comforting shadows of the canopy, just before a piercing screech rang through his ears. He visually winced and quite nearly doubled over from the shock, from the break in his obviously detached concentration. Scowling, he shot his gaze toward the direction of the camp’s complexes, his gut churning and knotting in that odd sense of anticipation. Did something else happen already?
His perception had dipped some after cooling down from that quick dose of adrenaline rush that was that little hunt, but already he felt it shooting back to life. His vision intensified, being able to see the surrounding area and notable figures- live figures- in direct contrast; of gray scale and color, all without the HUD of his mask. He was tempted to flash step back into camp, noting that the wisps of color that represented sentient targets- like the cadets- began clustering to an arrangement of white against the black backdrop and gray ambiance- the camp complex.
His feet were already on the move, but before he could take off again- again, might he reiterate, another screech rang in his ears once more, but this time it was a static sort of reverberation. The mercenary hissed as his hand flew to the side of his visor, where it functioned as an ear piece. Was… was he getting a signal? Hell, Bell had signals even here? He noticed that when they were at the training hall, yes, but even out in the forests and he wasn’t let on the same side to be able to access information for his benefit?
Tch, I really need to press about that…
His thoughts was cut off as a convenient but all too familiar screech of a voice shrilled into his ears, not even wincing at the volume anymore. He had to bite down a hiss of a retort, his eyes flashing to a fierce silver behind his mask before cooling back down to a calmer albeit slightly irritated slate. He had to stay at a reasonable distance if he were to be able to watch over all of the cadets in such a vast expanse that is this forest. He would have been able to reach the scene a lot sooner if the situation wasn’t as immediate and initially obscure as it was- and if he wasn’t in the dark, both literally and technically. But regardless, he did the best he could in improvisation, and he managed to reach the scene just in the nick of time before the cadet sustained any more damage from that outlandish monster.
… Right?
He sighed to himself. He opened his mouth to respond, but the window of opportunity to speak a word wasn’t given to him as Bell nearly severed the connection just as quickly as he connected. Oh for heavens sake… With a scowl, Reiji dashed off into a whirling blur, leaving the faintest hint of an afterimage in his wake.
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Reiji smirked a little with some sense of amusement, casually waving off the light praise with an even lighter shake of his head. “You did well yourself, Max; meant to mention that before.” He felt himself chuckle inwardly at that. Just as those words left his mouth, however, his body immediately tensed before his mind even processed as to the reason. He twitched and started when he was suddenly embraced by the almost too cheery Kissa, which piqued an odd curiosity about her shift in behavior, especially considering her condition merely moments before. He blinked and digressed, thinking to look into that later.
He stood there awkwardly as the moments passed and was a little too quick to break away from the huddled hug, his head averting to the side and clutching his arm with his right hand; a small habit. Once he found his voice and composure again, he coolly responded, “I still need to stay behind in the forest to keep an eye out. I’ll have my tabs on you two in case something else goes amiss, but you should check yourself in to be safe, Kissa.” He eyed her current disposition, frowning slightly as he clearly saw her wounds yet it didn’t seem to weigh her down all too much.
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Reiji narrowed his eyes, his finger twitching to determine where and when to place a good, clean shot. With Max engaged in battle, even with his experience in providing sniping cover, it is always erratic and hard to read, especially when he was unfamiliar with the movements. He stiffened and scoped in on his rifle, scrutinized to what the creature was doing once Max had the upper hand. His reticle trained on the beast and was just about to fire a shot, only to force himself to cease when it seeped into the unconscious Kissa.
He hissed in his reluctance, but the instant the now chaotic girl threw an attack at the cadet, he aimed right on the flaming chakram and pulled the trigger. The piercing shot nailed right on the side edge of the metallic ring, the shock from the hit causing the weapon to lose its course and skittering to the forest ground, harmless.
In that same heartbeat, Reiji had closed the distance between him and the scene, and now he made no hesitation to make his ambush. He dropped down from the tree just behind Kissa, and with the butt of his gun he slammed right on top of her, the nape of her neck. He was careful to apply just enough force to completely daze her systems, but not enough to cause impacting damage. From the shock she recoiled forth, forcing the spectral beast to be released from her being and out in the open.
The mercenary smirked with vicious amusement as a glint flashed from his mask, locking on his target. There was no route to escape him now.
The withering monster staggeringly wheeled around, but already Rei had climbed right to its blind spot. He unsheathed a short sword with his right hand, holding it reversely, and with his left he drew a charcoal ebony pistol from his back holster. He made a shot right at the monster’s knee, it crying out in a curt roar and slumping forward. Just then he twisted around to its front, the pistol catching the chest of the beast and shot another blistering shot, point blank, to where its heart should- or would- be. There was only a terse grunt, the shock of the attack not allowing it to cry out in full, and another twist as he pressed his sword deep onto its neck, wrapped around to its back and cutting around as he went. Just as the tip reached the nape of the beast, he pushed all his weight down and drove his blade straight into its head, a ghostly satisfied grin splayed on the hunter’s face as his prey gurgled its last and fell to a hapless heap.For the briefest of moments, a small flickering hologram displayed over the mask. It flashed with the numerical number of zero, blood crimson, before vanishing that instant later.
For the few moments that seemed to stretch out like a dulled decade, Reiji simply stood there, his form unmoved, his hands still clutched the hilt and grip that slew the creature. He let his mind, still churning mechanically from this quick dispatcher, finally soak and settle in, his sentience slowly ascending back to recollect and reassess the situation. He huffed to himself, but digressed any thought trains that dared to spring again.
He spun his pistol around to cool the heated barrel before re-holstering it. He then carefully withdrew his sword, twirling around out of habit to shake off any residue from the creature- if any at all- and slid it back into its sheath. He made a short leap away from the dead beast and slowly stood straight once more, head slightly downcast. After a brief pause, he lifted his head up slightly again, gazing at Max expectantly before shifting slightly to take a glance at Kissa.
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Reiji made it a habit for himself to keep on the move, even with a post as a sniper, making sure he maintained the 180 degree vantage point of all the scenery and the current positioning of the cadets. The generated atmosphere was pleasant to him in an odd sort of sense, as he was thrust into these kinds of scenarios countless times for who knows how long. His hands, also out of habit, went for his visor as it also doubled as a sort of heads up display. However, since he wasn’t able to prepare this far- much to his annoyance, the data was only live and he had to supply it himself with his own… particularly heightened sense.
The atmosphere shifted once again to an eerie lack of ambiance, foreshadowing ominous, and the blood of the officer-turned mercenary grew cold in anticipation. His breathing eased and slowed as his keen sensory skills honed in on one particular area as it was building his growing anxiety. He noted the cadet within the area of mention, but a different sort of presence was veiled, and, of that, his intuition was certain.
Without even a single thought, Rei shot out from his perch, his movements and form almost literally one with the wind and shadow. His perception sharpened drastically, and he swore fiercely at himself that he wouldn’t be able to make the scene in time, even at this speed. He narrowed his eyes and forced himself to severely drop his pace as he neared the scene, causing only the most subtle of disturbances. He noted that the nearest cadet, Max, had reached the unconscious girl whom he properly identified as Kissa and made off for her safety.
He nodded, then proceeded to follow them at a fair distance in further anticipation for a possible second ambush. He didn’t dare let his guard fall, vigilantly processing the immediate vicinity with his heightened sensory perception, his body prepared to respond to the slightest sign of a threat. He tensed sharply as he felt the presence return, his sentimental mind slowly backing off in favor for motor instinct as to let him assess the situation and not dwell on the thought. Max had left her out of harms way as he encountered the beast that had attacked, and already the officer cautiously moved in closer without giving as much as a hint. He couldn’t break Max’s concentration with a shot, so he had to play the waiting game and drop in when the time was right- a game plan that he was all too familiar with.
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Reiji watched the cadets carried on with indifference, his arms crossed over his head. His blanked mind seemed to wander, only letting himself mechanically function until sentience returned in a torrent, forcing him to turn his head to Bell. It took him a moment to process, but smirked to himself at the request. So, a look out? Finally something more active for him to do that he can comfortably achieve.
He reached over his back, where he had a special attachment to hold his precision rifle, something he figured he needed to bring once they started to assemble out here. He unclasped it and brought it in front of him, gently running his hand over the slender frame before hooking and unhooking a small latched lever, making distinct clicks.
He smiled softly, only for it to turn into a smirk as he gazed over his commander. “Okay, fine. But this,” he clutched the gun properly with both hands, holding it close to his chest, “is only to be used as a scope.” Maybe. “Promise.” Fingers crossed, not crossed. He ran a finger over his mask visor, the small slits emitting an eerie sort of glow before the officer dashed off in a silent blur of gray. With his trained footwork, he leaped up onto the treetops without much of a trace and he traversed after the scattering cadets from a fair distance, his form and figure cloaked in the churning shadows.
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Reiji caught Kissa approach them from the corner of his vision, eying her carefully, before looking down at Max. “Considerate, however I share responsibility for all of you as well,” he responded to, hm, the vixen girl. He perked up slightly as his name was, once again, mentioned by a certain German woman, but he stopped himself from saying anything. He has been jokingly skeptical with her so far, however he felt the need to ease up some before she began to write him off as rebellious- before he even had a proper reason to, anyway.
He tentatively examined the young man’s dislocated wrist, frowning slightly as he did so. He definitely wouldn’t write himself off as a proper field medic, but he did have some experience and basic knowledge. “Well, Max, relax some, but be aware of the obvious,” he warned as he prodded at the bone, then positioned his hands accordingly. With a quick but careful jerk, he snapped it back into its righted place.
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Reiji pursed his lips some as the spar continued, then shook his head before he finished the last dregs of his cup and sets it off to the side. Fueled by emotion, this woman. He barely knew her, yet he allowed her to sign up his contract. Would this turn out to be a norm? Out of curiosity he eyed the man he assumed Bell was referring to before turning back to the little mess of the session. He sighed some and half jogged over to the mats. He crouched over the injured cadet, offering his arms and shoulders to be used as crutches so he could stand. “You alright? I could take you down to the medical wing if you need to,” he inquired calmly, his emotion hidden due to his mask but did convey a faint light of concern to assure him.
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Reiji took a half hearted sip from his coffee mug as he was but a step behind the commander, casting hidden glances between the apparently quick-footed cadets. Of course, he had to play butler for this woman of a superior and grab them a drink- of which he has decided to wave off for now as he really could make due with this cup- thus he missed a good portion of the recordings. However, he rose a brow at the apparent confusion. He could at least trust Bell to be objective here, especially since there was video cameras. He hummed a single note, swished around his mug and took another swig in digression.
Doesn’t really matter now, seeing how she was quick to move on to the next session.
He watched the commander and cadet fight it out at their necks with some mild but muted amusement, running a finger at the rim of his mask after taking another sip. He suspected he would be the first to spar, but this was part of her little starting rule. He chuckled to himself as the cadet managed to do some feigned damage with that dagger throw. But as a fair officer, he dutifully eyed the regrouping cadets, taking further note of them even as he watched the little demonstration spar.
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Reiji casually dug his gloved hands into his pants pockets as Bell took over again, but once she was on the move he waited a moment before following suit. He watched her open the entrance to the real grounds, taking note of it, and the congregation filed themselves through. He examined the room thoughtfully, taking in every detail as a brief explanation was given. He eyed where every station was located- even rolling his eyes at the mention of guns and the shooting range.
But a single word shot and froze him stiff during the list off, feeling his throat sear with phantom heat and pain. His eyes dilated and shrunk under his mask, causing him to shiver involuntarily for a heartbeat. P-poison… T-that’s what she said, right? He blinked in a daze, before squinting and made a sort of growling noise at the back of his throat. He shook his head as he mentally scolded and cursed himself. Don’t be a damn idiot on the first day before everyone…
The officer flinched some as he heard Bell address him, an expectant look in her eyes. He averted his head to the side, feigning a moment of thought as he ran a hand through his hair to calm him down and think. Why was she asking him? “Well…” he started off, then his mind started churning again and mentally slapped him across the face for being slow. “Should start off simple, at least, save the toys for a little later,” he continued with a cool and casual tone. He then shifted his weight and spun his free hand in a slow but consistent circle. “Perhaps some warm up drills. Sure, this isn’t gym, but I don’t want to hear complaining of cramped muscles from the lack of stretching later on.”