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[thenihilistofthevoid]

“Midnight horizontal tangos, knowing Dio.” He snorted. “Thank you, I try to be tasty.” Saburo offers. “Ah... What do I smell like then?”

*reaches into the tear in reality & yoinks the man through* "WHAT THE FUCK?!" No questions, just get in there!! *shoves him into the cannon*

FIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

"Interesting... I forgot to close that reality tear I made earlier. Oh well, I'm sure nothing will- BANG "JESUS WEPT!" The black-haired man jumped, going into the crater. "A-Are you alright? That happens sometimes, don't know why. People get placed into the accelerator cannon and fired at me. Not sure why me in particular, but c'est la vie. I'm Saburo Kusanagi, what's your name?"

[holy-x-diver]

He steps up beside Pucci, watching as Dio paced pensively. After a few minutes, he looks up at the other, smiling softly "what are the chances of survival if I or...say...both of us just...went and hugged him until he calmed down? He's been more stressed than usual lately. I dont want to upset him but I think he could use it."

"Could work. Dio's contemplative and difficult, but he's very intellectual and I think sometimes problems are more solvable after some time away from them so you can see the wood for the trees. I'll let you go first, if he's receptive I'll join you." Pucci offered, still a little distrustful of this newcomer and annoyed that he'd been replaced. Lord Dio had been that intimate with him once.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

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#5

The Imperfect Crime

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The local college was quite a mix of individuals. The good, the bad, the ugly, the idiots... Saburo attended because he had to. He needed his psych qualifications to become a profiler, since although he really loved his manga a more stable career to fall back on was a wise idea. It was a short drive on his scooter, but he decided to walk since it was nice and cool in the autumn. “Oi, Kusanagi!” One of the local delinquents shouted, his brain-dead tagalongs drifting behind like the tentacles of a jellyfish. “You got paid right, Mr. Mangaka? We haven’t got jobs, so we were wondering if we could get some cash? We’d pay you back, but you’re a rich little fuck.” Tanaka sneered, looming over the student. Fuck talking, Saburo leapt into action and kneed the gangleader in the balls, about to run when he was grabbed. “You wanna roughhouse, you little shit?” He growled, punching Saburo in the gut before slamming his head into the concrete wall. The beating was quick and brutal, the small gang stealing his wallet and running off, leaving the student unconscious in the backalley. “I told them it wasn’t possible... I’d ask for a work-life balance but right now, my work is my life.” Yuichirou sighed, driving himself and his partner home from Okina, eyes scanning the road before his eyes spotted something. “Fucking shit!” He swore, coming to an emergency stop and getting out the car, kneeling down beside his unconscious child. “Adachi, get a medic!” Yuichirou shouted, taking off his jacket and putting it under Saburo’s head. “Come on, wake up...” He whispered.

96 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 01:36:33 GMT

#4

Heart’s Desire

(A starter for @thedorkpolice-rp) Saburo was drawing when his thoughts drifted again... Dinner was nice, Dad was home but no, it was more than that. After a string of losers with cold cash and dead eyes, the new detective was fresh. He was from the big city, and he was actually quite endearing in a lost puppy sort of way. Getting up from his panels, Saburo walked downstairs and got some of the cream stew from the freezer. It was just a friendly visit, nothing more. He’d seen Adachi-san most frequently at Junes, buying stuff for his new apartment. That or the ramen shop seemed like good first steps to find him, perhaps talk to him properly since their first few interactions were over dinner or dragging his drunk father to bed and sharing words at the door. Entering the department store he worked at since the hospital let him go, Saburo scanned the area for the lithe figure of the detective. Ah, there he was... Being harassed by Mrs. Amano, the poor bastard. She attached to him due to the fact that he shared the same first name as her son, despite her son being closer to his father’s age than Adachi’s though he was doubtful the detective knew that. “Ahh, Tohru-chan! Hard at work, I see?” The elderly lady asked, walking along and having locked onto him like a cruise missile. No doubt she’d bend his ear and drone on at him about people he didn’t know and he couldn’t say no due to his role as a police officer. It was Saburo to the rescue. “Excuse us, Amano-san. Detective Adachi and I need to have a word in private, my father’s asked me to bring him some documents relating to a case. Have a good day.” The bespectacled manga artist stated, firm but polite. “Of course. Goodbye.” She nodded, walking into the shop. “I don’t have important documents, you looked like you were having your teeth drilled without painkillers. I brought some more cream stew for you, we had some spare and I thought you might like it. Just pour it over rice and you have dinner.” Saburo laughed, albeit a little nervously. Adachi was a few years older and definitely much cooler than the prior idiots who chased him. A proper detective with his own apartment and car, like those little fools could match that.

96 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 00:59:39 GMT

#3

Nothing Human

(A starter for @winterghost-rp with an experimental muse: DIO from Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure) He could feel it in the air... Something, or someone was following him in the night, a dangerous pursuit. Was it one of the various factions after him, a mugger thinking they had easy prey? No, with his physique, even a group of them would be dead before they hit the floor, when he sucked the life out of their veins and made them beg for death... Whoever it was, they hid their presence well. The click of metal was enough as he used his Stand, The World. There was a sort of energy shockwave across the city as time was stopped. “5 seconds...” He began the countdown, extracting several throwing knives and locking onto his target. “4...” Throwing them, the weapons too were caught in the halted flow of time. “3... 2... 1... Zero. Time resumes.” He whispered as the blades to the people who couldn’t observe stopped time materialized out of nowhere, zooming towards their target as Dio kept walking, certain he’d kill whoever or whatever was following him.

133 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 00:10:42 GMT

#2

The Green Green Grass of Home

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So far the two months he’d been in the Metropolitan Police had been most informative, the Police Academy prepared him for a lot, but his first murder case had been quite shocking... The Akihabara Slasher, he’d successfully profiled him and saved one of his victims, but they hadn’t been quick enough for the prior three. Now and again he closed his eyes and saw Sayaka’s mother, her face twisted in terror as a screech of agony erupted. She was only 19... Only a few years younger than he was. “Sir, what’s this?” The notice of transfer hadn’t quite hit right. He was being sent back to Yasoinaba, the town he’d spent 20 years of his life attempting to escape... “D-Did I do anything wrong?” Saburo asked nervously, looking at his boss. “Not at all, Doctor Kusanagi. You’re very good at what you do, but we have a lot of profilers and with the increase in violent crimes up there, we thought a local boy might do the trick. You solved that serial killing case in Okina, the bookshop owner.” The chief stated. “Yeah, Suzaku Higashikata. He used his victim’s skin to bind his books.” Saburo nodded, that was his first real case. “Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but you were requested. I’m not allowed to tell you and the decision is final. Good luck, Kusanagi.” The man stated, Saburo nodding and leaving to pack his stuff. Apparently some bonds couldn’t be severed. He didn’t want to abandon it but he wanted the big city life, but fate had said no. These were the cards dealt. Dressed in a red suit with a white shirt and blue tie, Saburo stepped off from the platform. The boy had come home, back to Yasoinaba and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss this place somewhere in his heart. “The 10:00 train from Akihabara Station, Tokyo has arrived on Platform 9.” The announcer stated.

240 notes • Posted 2021-03-25 23:36:29 GMT

#1

Like Glitter and Gold

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The familiar jingle rang through his head as he browsed the groceries with a bored look in his eyes. It was after school, his teacher droning on and on about shit that Saburo didn’t give much of a fuck about. Jin had moved out at the weekend and without his older brother, Inaba seemed even more dead and boring. Everyone young was moving out, he wasn’t old enough to and his part time job working at the hospital didn’t pay enough for such a thing either. Now it was just himself, Mom and Dad. His mother was in Sapporo 99% of the time, a 2 and a half hour train ride away being brilliant and discovering why genes did what they did. When she came home it was for a change of clothes or to sleep in her own bed, at best twice a month. Probably having an affair, not that he blamed her since his father was equally disengaged in the marriage. He was too busy solving crimes. Arguments between couples, the odd biker gang. The town experienced a crime wave when the alcohol store got broken into, yet Yuichirou treated every case like a damn murder inquiry. He was rarely home, ringing him to bring him a change of clothes, or food, or perhaps even his fucking slippers. Saburo’s discontent grew by the day. Yet there was someone knew recently, his father got an assistant or more like a gopher. Tohru Adachi, from Tokyo... Not that much older than him and he wasn’t ashamed to admit, pretty fucking hot. The suit was cheap but he wasn’t interested in that. At school, he was surrounded by vapid little turds who didn’t know their asses from their tit magazines and he had as little sexual interest in them as humanly possible. Walking out of Junes, he was surprised to see Adachi standing there, probably on duty but unless the old ladies started stabbing each other over instant ramen, he didn’t look to be that busy. “Adachi-san, good afternoon!” He smiled, walking over to him.

381 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 20:12:31 GMT

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[thenihilistofthevoid]

I don't need a civil war

(A starter for @winterghost-rp)

Running down the corridors, those who's minds did not instantly capitulate to his will were simply tossed aside. There was no barrier that could stop him from reaching who he cared about. Didn't matter how much trouble he was going to get in for this, he promised to protect him, and he hadn't seen this as a possibility. What use was precognition if he could not save the one he loved?

All those difficult afternoons in the European North, trying to piece themselves back together from the mess Hydra made of them both, trying to control these powers. "Open the door!" He slammed his hand against the steel and glass construction. "Negative, you will return to the observation room- The speaker then blew out as he allowed his psychokinesis to rampage, shattering the glass hallway and beginning to shatter the concrete, clenching his hand into a fist as he ripped the door off.

Please, let him be there in time.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Hearing the smashing glass, he concentrated harder despite the tiredness, letting out a painful roar as the walls shattered as if a large explosion went off.

"Winter... It's me." He begged, looking at him. "Look at me, aibou."

I don't need a civil war

(A starter for @winterghost-rp)

Running down the corridors, those who's minds did not instantly capitulate to his will were simply tossed aside. There was no barrier that could stop him from reaching who he cared about. Didn't matter how much trouble he was going to get in for this, he promised to protect him, and he hadn't seen this as a possibility. What use was precognition if he could not save the one he loved?

All those difficult afternoons in the European North, trying to piece themselves back together from the mess Hydra made of them both, trying to control these powers. "Open the door!" He slammed his hand against the steel and glass construction. "Negative, you will return to the observation room- The speaker then blew out as he allowed his psychokinesis to rampage, shattering the glass hallway and beginning to shatter the concrete, clenching his hand into a fist as he ripped the door off.

Please, let him be there in time.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Easy Like Sunday Morning

(A starter for @winterghost-rp​)

“I ain’t getting up for a drink, you’re too warm and comfy.”

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Flickering Firebird

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Straining muscular arms against the manacles and thick chains that held him, he chuckled. Congratulations, they caught him. Put him through considerable pain, in a desire to control power that was never theirs or in their capability to control in the first place.

The most pathetic people always wanted the most power to cover for their inadequacies as one of the researchers screamed at a distant explosion. "What was that?" The man demanded of his prisoner. "Death, coming for you. The reaper about to snuff out the candle that is your life. I allowed this scenario to play out for that reason, so you'd take me to your super secret squirrel base so he could attack it. Besides... I wanted to see what we were up against." The mutant cackled, simply emptying his mind of pain as the restraints electrocuted him. "Don't play hard to get, there's no point. You can keep torturing me and die a slow, painful death, or just surrender and get shot in the head. Your pick, love."

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Nothing Human

(A starter for @winterghost-rp with an experimental muse: DIO from Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure) He could feel it in the air... Something, or someone was following him in the night, a dangerous pursuit. Was it one of the various factions after him, a mugger thinking they had easy prey? No, with his physique, even a group of them would be dead before they hit the floor, when he sucked the life out of their veins and made them beg for death... Whoever it was, they hid their presence well. The click of metal was enough as he used his Stand, The World. There was a sort of energy shockwave across the city as time was stopped. “5 seconds...” He began the countdown, extracting several throwing knives and locking onto his target. “4...” Throwing them, the weapons too were caught in the halted flow of time. “3... 2... 1... Zero. Time resumes.” He whispered as the blades to the people who couldn’t observe stopped time materialized out of nowhere, zooming towards their target as Dio kept walking, certain he’d kill whoever or whatever was following him.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

The drama and the violence. Couldn't really have these evangelical nutters be getting too uppity, even trapped within the anbaric field, his powers were barely restrained. It would be a bare minimum of effort to snap it and escape.

Flickering Firebird

(A starter for @winterghost-rp)

Straining muscular arms against the manacles and thick chains that held him, he chuckled. Congratulations, they caught him. Put him through considerable pain, in a desire to control power that was never theirs or in their capability to control in the first place.

The most pathetic people always wanted the most power to cover for their inadequacies as one of the researchers screamed at a distant explosion. "What was that?" The man demanded of his prisoner. "Death, coming for you. The reaper about to snuff out the candle that is your life. I allowed this scenario to play out for that reason, so you'd take me to your super secret squirrel base so he could attack it. Besides... I wanted to see what we were up against." The mutant cackled, simply emptying his mind of pain as the restraints electrocuted him. "Don't play hard to get, there's no point. You can keep torturing me and die a slow, painful death, or just surrender and get shot in the head. Your pick, love."

[thenihilistofthevoid]

"I'm sorry, force of habit. I'll close my eyes and count to ten and you can start again, I promise I won't notice until you capture me." He nods, gasping at the dart shot. "I am slain!" He cried dramatically.

*hums mission impossible theme song as he sneaks through the hallways with a nerf gun*

Saburo continues walking down the hallway before stopping, hearing the humming. "I can sense you, you know. Your mental activity. Pounce already, I wait for no man."

[thenihilistofthevoid]

"He looks so good in that outfit. Little curtsey and everything. Though, you know what a sucker I am for uniforms..." He rolled over, batting his eyelashes pleadingly.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

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“I ain’t getting up for a drink, you’re too warm and comfy.”

[thenihilistofthevoid]

"Good, good... So obedient." DIO smirks, running his sharp nails down Bucky's back over and over again.

Nothing Human

(A starter for @winterghost-rp with an experimental muse: DIO from Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure) He could feel it in the air… Something, or someone was following him in the night, a dangerous pursuit. Was it one of the various factions after him, a mugger thinking they had easy prey? No, with his physique, even a group of them would be dead before they hit the floor, when he sucked the life out of their veins and made them beg for death… Whoever it was, they hid their presence well. The click of metal was enough as he used his Stand, The World. There was a sort of energy shockwave across the city as time was stopped. “5 seconds…” He began the countdown, extracting several throwing knives and locking onto his target. “4…” Throwing them, the weapons too were caught in the halted flow of time. “3… 2… 1… Zero. Time resumes.” He whispered as the blades to the people who couldn’t observe stopped time materialized out of nowhere, zooming towards their target as Dio kept walking, certain he’d kill whoever or whatever was following him.

[holy-x-diver]

“You’ll get your attention, do not worry...” Dio crooned softly, allowing Bucky to stay in his lap as the meeting continued about SHIELD and Hydra and how to fight them, as well as something about a bow and arrow. The meeting concluded and the blonde vampire stood.

He hums as he walks through the winding corridors, Dio had meetings today so he had slept as late as he wanted, had a large breakfast and worked out but now he was bored....he wanted attention...it was time to interrupt the meeting.

He throws the doors open and strolls, smirking as Dio's eyes follow his body, he hadn't bothered to change out of his workout gear so he was still in his gray sweatpants & crop top with his hair piled on top of his head in a lazy bun. Gripping the back of his chair, he pulls him back from the table enough so that he can slide into his lap without a word, kissing his cheek softly before settling in.

"What's the situation on the Joestars?" DIO asked lazily, sitting in his opulent throne. "We are tracking them, DIO-Sama. They will not reach this palace alive, your servants work hard for you..." Enyaba stated, still rather terrified of the blonde. "If they still breathe, then they do not work hard enough!" Dio roared angrily before noticing the interruption. "It would appear... Your friend has delegated to join us." Enrico Pucci stated calmly, a little jealous and angry that the attention Dio once lavished upon him was now given to this Standless outsider. "D-Dio-sama, I must protest respectfully! This man knows nothing, he isn't trustworthy... By all means, keep him as your plaything and food... But dare we reveal the plan?" Vanilla Ice asked, glaring at Winter.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

“Fire and smoke huh...” He grins. “Take a proper scent then, see if you can’t tell me what that something else is?” Saburo asked, leaning in close.

*reaches into the tear in reality & yoinks the man through* "WHAT THE FUCK?!" No questions, just get in there!! *shoves him into the cannon*

FIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

"Interesting... I forgot to close that reality tear I made earlier. Oh well, I'm sure nothing will- BANG "JESUS WEPT!" The black-haired man jumped, going into the crater. "A-Are you alright? That happens sometimes, don't know why. People get placed into the accelerator cannon and fired at me. Not sure why me in particular, but c'est la vie. I'm Saburo Kusanagi, what's your name?"

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Seeing soldiers arrive, he shattered most of the bullets but screamed as one made a tunnel in his upper arm. All of a sudden, there was a loud crack as he teleported them, temporarily folding space time as he landed on the floor, gasping. "Thank heavens for that, we made it..." He laughed shakily, putting pressure on the wound.

I don't need a civil war

(A starter for @winterghost-rp)

Running down the corridors, those who's minds did not instantly capitulate to his will were simply tossed aside. There was no barrier that could stop him from reaching who he cared about. Didn't matter how much trouble he was going to get in for this, he promised to protect him, and he hadn't seen this as a possibility. What use was precognition if he could not save the one he loved?

All those difficult afternoons in the European North, trying to piece themselves back together from the mess Hydra made of them both, trying to control these powers. "Open the door!" He slammed his hand against the steel and glass construction. "Negative, you will return to the observation room- The speaker then blew out as he allowed his psychokinesis to rampage, shattering the glass hallway and beginning to shatter the concrete, clenching his hand into a fist as he ripped the door off.

Please, let him be there in time.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

"Give me the co-ordinates, i think I can transfer us..." Saburo asked, entering Bucky's mind telepathically to visualise the space. "I-If I get this wrong, we could fuse with a wall."

I don't need a civil war

(A starter for @winterghost-rp)

Running down the corridors, those who's minds did not instantly capitulate to his will were simply tossed aside. There was no barrier that could stop him from reaching who he cared about. Didn't matter how much trouble he was going to get in for this, he promised to protect him, and he hadn't seen this as a possibility. What use was precognition if he could not save the one he loved?

All those difficult afternoons in the European North, trying to piece themselves back together from the mess Hydra made of them both, trying to control these powers. "Open the door!" He slammed his hand against the steel and glass construction. "Negative, you will return to the observation room- The speaker then blew out as he allowed his psychokinesis to rampage, shattering the glass hallway and beginning to shatter the concrete, clenching his hand into a fist as he ripped the door off.

Please, let him be there in time.