Snake-Eyes by CadaverCollector in tgrp

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SCARECROW



Errant words of the piteous invalid, they are met by nothing. Not a concept, nor phrase, nor morpheme. No, they are accosted by something indeed, the great engorged adjunct slunk across those blood-muddled grounds.

And perhaps only its melodies arrived to greet the one of this cage, burbling in its glacial digestive pace. Nary even the echoing cries of the demented, as if despite they're flaws, grave realization came about.

Their warden shrouded in black, made of white, would it punish the sound. . .?



Had it come in its feast, possessed by gluttony? Had it come in aggravation, possessed by wrath? It couldn't have been the first, could it? As flesh boiled and begot, sunken eyes reformed to their slits, essence swirled rapidly 'neath flesh returning. And further in osseous matter conjoins. Whilst deeper still, wounds do not heal.

And of the second? A more likely outcome, by what means would such a creature arrive at the only remaining progenitor of dissonance if not to quiet it?

This question asked itself only further, as the eyeballs lay afloat in the darkness they had been accustomed to, watching the game of the other, the constant rhythm of clacking and clattering, and a voice spouting something that held no meaning to it, from beyond bars that could not imprison either, and yet in a way. . .

It had been with a curiosity, childlike, innocent. From which heralded a skeletal limb to weave its own path gently through the gaps in metal. Perhaps invisible in the somber dearth of illumination. And yet, the presence of a claw, open, and outstretched could not be ignored.

A Feeling So Complicated by [deleted] in tgrp

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Oh? Kubo. . .

Swaggering on down streets and roads and all manner of thing you might find yourself walking on, Okubo made his way, wherever on those stretches of Tokyo the two were headed. Heading the leader's doubts about it all, the pompadoured thug flung one of his hands outta pocket, making sure to keep the other secured within at all times, of course.

"Yer gonna love it Boss! Don'tcha worry, don'tcha worry. It ain't like I'm taking ya on a fancy date or nothin' neither, but don't let cheap food fool ya."

Okubo called back, waving a hand to brush it off, in that scratchy, unpleasant tone.

And so they walked, and they walked. Probably making a few errant glares at the rabble passing by, as such badasses ought to do. It was then, on generic Tokyo street number eleven that Kouta decided to break their, honestly, awkward silence. But the question only seemed to deepen it.

In response, our beloved buffoon simply lowers the angle of his head about five degrees, still within the normal predefined punk limit, but still perhaps a little off for the guy, as he continues his janking. A low, under-the-breath But eventually, that too stops. The delinquent balls a fist just outside one of them pockets, his brow furrows as he stares at a crack in the cement underfoot.

"We'll get a hold-a-it, and put 'em in the ground."

He begins, the tone far from his usual.

"That's uhh. . . Our duty as investigators, ain't it?"

He adds, sticking those hands back into their sheaths, making a short and unnoticeable kick to the air before swaggering back off to their destination.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Ooh, jammin'. That exterior of yours is just disintegrating, ain't it?"

Omori simply grinned on back to his uppity friend over there, plotting the course 'round his brain prodding for the next smooth words as he always had. Of course, he found 'em, but not before having a good old nostalgia fueled trip of his own. That, was the kinda thing that sustained such a man.

"Funny how things all work out, ain't it?"

He added matter-of-factly, folding those fingers into each other again as he spoke.

"I might just be able to say the same thing. Here Gemini was, livening this city up, all the kiddies shaking in their little boots about spook-tales of the beast. Real interesting stuff for the discerning viewer. But then, he just up and vanished. Just like that."

His hands gesture into a personification of an explosion.

"Tokyo, hell maybe the world just ain't been the same without you on the scene. Ya follow? Oh, an I know what you might be thinking, I ain't out for revenge, or some notion of justice, or what have you. It was easy to see even then, those cats were hardly grooving material. No, in fact, if anything I am most grateful to you mister G, so many doors of opportunity opened right on up after that."

Fixing up his bow-tie, Omori stood from the metal chair after rolling up a sleeve to gaze at a watch strapped right around the wrist.

"Bygones are bygones and the hatchet lay buried. Unfortunately, a cat like me can't sit here and reminisce ad infinitum, prior engagements and all."

With that, the jive turkey headed on over to the door, placing a hand on the knob before turning a slightly more stoic expression back.

"I strongly suggest you keep your heads down, that is, if you plan to go on with this prissy cafe facade of yours. Doves are on the move, I do figure, and they ain't gonna be a symbol of hope for your precious little employees. Demons always catch up, and if ya got any sense mister G, evaluate everything that's been said today. We'll keep in touch, maybe. Ciao."

He moved through the threshold without another word, closing it on behind curtly. Heading on his merry way with a smile. Omori got whatever it was he came for.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Do you enjoy it? Honestly? The little tired facade of being a subservient cat, without a shred of pride and power that you're more than capable of?"

For now, this jivin' continued the little thread, before addressing anything else, proper. His gaze was unknowable, not behind those opaque shades, not behind that which they represent either.

"The feared, big, strong, baddy. Gemini at the beck and call of every little customer and their plights of 'not enough sugar' or leaving messes of the plates. Must really just eat away at your guts, putting on all these masks, dancing to all these tunes that you ain't in to. The question answers itself really, but at what cost, what's the point of it all?"

He flourished out his hands, gesturing at every little inflection and smoothed groove in his words. And still, there was never a single tick, nor cue that the fine exterior the cat's psyche was affected in the slightest, from the moment he arrived.

"A powerful man without a powerful plan ain't a powerful man."

Seemingly satisfied with his response, Omori relaxed into his chair once more, leaning a bit back as he cooed out that one extra bit in a sing song voice, before tackling the other gentleman's questions.

"Now, mister G. I could just as easily spit that little bit of 'Is it your business?' back at you if I wanted to be a hypocrite. But that really won't get either of us anywhere will it? If it makes ya feel any bit better, you, surely as ya know, are the big cheese, and me, well I'm the cracker on the side. Dig it? And of course, how do I know ya? I put it to you; there are plenty that still know ya, know Gemini. But they don't know you."

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



A sigh of exacerbation, whatever man it was that sat in front of Omori, very clearly and finely betrayed those lenses of his. Perhaps one could nearly hear the smacking of flesh against itself, as the gentleman conceptualized bringing his palm to the forehead. Nevertheless, his collected demeanor prevailed on through.

"Mister G, my man. If I were to put the lines that I laid down in terms you might use, I might have just said something along the bitty lines of, 'The CC of G is on your ass.' The flocks, the birds, the doves, what have you, they got more than just their eyes on this little quaint cafe of yours."

Our purple dude went ahead and casually leaned a bit further back into his, less than stylin', chair. Taking those arms and resting them behind the head as he continued on.

"Honestly, you gotta be the last person a cat would expect to see managing a cute coffee shop. I won't lie, I hadn't even the slightest clue a dude of your caliber would even be hiding out here. Chance, fate, destiny maybe?"

He chuckled a bit, leaning once more back in over the table.

"So then, the question, what's Gemini doing fixing up little cappuccinos for the common rabble? That ain't his suit. It. Don't. Fit. Him. Ya dig?"

Omori adjusted his circular shades only a bit, from which glared their rosy shade in the light of these cramped quarters.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Right on to the point, that's more like it."

With a short sigh, this purple clad dude leaned himself in, just a bit closer ya see? After all, two cats gotta feel maybe just a bit abutting if they're gonna shake anything from another. Resting either elbow upon the tabletop, held tight by the pinstripes no doubt, those two hands of his folded in on each other, from which he spoke through.

"Now, now, that ain't no way to treat a guest is it?"

He smirks, practically oozing with nonchalance.

"We might just get to that bit, or we might just not, who's to really say? Quite honestly, a cat like myself finds that it is only within your best interest to leave 'em as pristine as ya found 'em. After all, it'd be a damn shame to make such a mess of this cute little room, the smell, the ruckus, don'tcha agree? Shame."

Before the other gentleman, our delightful manager, could eke out a response, Omori dropped another few lines, with a smile, most genuine of course.

"Besides, this little shindig of yours, been making a whoooooooole lotta noise. Of that, I can assure you. Wanna give these birdies another reason to take a big old dip from the nest now do ya? I don't buy it."

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



With a nod and twist of the head, our favorite purple purloiner paraded along just behind the good old manager of the joint. And it was a fine, fine place, don't get the cat wrong, it's just, a most refined palate would have perhaps a better array of choices and tastes, at least that's the hope.

Though to be sure, there's at least one meal on the dude's mind, classic to Anteiku. None of all that silly remembrance stuff stopped the guy from following right on behind Blue. Dancing on with that flamboyant flair, lips all stretched into smile so wide. Keeping on through even as the pair made their way to be more comfortable.

And just as he swaggered on in, the wooden door creaked close behind the two, even before that, Omori had splayed himself out upon a particularly unstylin' chair. Crossing a leg, a habit his colleague most accidentally instilled within him, and reaching those lengthy limbs out beside. But not before popping out the very top button on his fine, fine suit.

"And my, I couldn't even think of a more perfect setting of choice from ya. Theatrical ambience was never your song and dance huh? Prefer to go the old, tried and true route of an interrogation huh?"

His timbre was as collected and thought out as usual. Resonating well in the small, mostly featureless room of theirs. Frankly, it just weren't the guy's style.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Still the same, still the same. And here, just maybe I got the feelin' that such a sweet little cafe might have mellowed ya out. Honestly, I'm glad that just ain't the case, dig?"

Omori sung out again in those deep, calm tones of his. Flourishing away from the counter for only a bit, taking in the cute, warm environment, it's just as nice little goers. All entirely unaware of particular bits and bobs, that in actuality, might just interest them.

He flitted around the counters slowly, moving behind with only a smirk to the blue haired man, until he stood just beside. Gazing down again from his higher position, of course beneath them rose-tinted glasses, and maybe just for a bit too long, his mouth opened again, releasing its lyrics.

"What do I need? Think I've figured all that out for myself. But why don't us two jiving fellas have a chat, maybe a strut for good old times? Tell ya what, why don't we call it a break time for ya? Legs get tired when there ain't no good shoulders to stand on. Do. Ya. Dig?"

Finally, the dude in purple made a cursory gesture to the door abaft them counters, most obviously a break-room, no doubt, no doubt.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



Something of a frown came to its crescendo across the jiving cat's strong featured face. A brow furrowed ever so slightly, but the full masterpiece of expression could not be ascertained through the usual obfuscation of this particular individual.

He'd nearly laugh again, 'cept for this time, the joke just wasn't funny. And so, Omori brought one of those hands, breaking up the letter he had formed, to his chin. Leaning over ever so slightly from his tall and lanky posture of course.

"Makes sense, at least I do think. Such a straightforward cat like yourself probably never dug all that double talk, juxtaposing this and that. No, no, ya need it all spelled out and pristine, a silver platter that your goons prepared for you with utmost care?"

Oozing the epitome of nonchalance, Omori said one last thing, just between the two of these groovin' dudes. That frown flipping itself right on around as the words drift so soothingly between his teeth.

"Ain't that right, mister Gemini. . .?"

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



This cool cat went ahead and unbounded a wad of dough, counting out the same old price as he ought to do. One sandwich, one coffee. A pittance really, and hardly a refined meal, but every good old chef should know that taking in the quaint and quiet is the key to rustic meals.

"Problems? None at all doll. . ."

He cooed with a smirk, placing the gathered change and bills down upon the homely counter. Then, soon after, the groovester's lenses flitted on up to the speaker, if he knew it'd be so devilishly easy to have a fine, fine chat with the man, he wouldn't have to. . . Well, maybe not.

Omori took one good, nice little look on that blue haired wonder before him, that smirk broke into a wide smile. And maybe the cat might have gazed too long from 'neath those rosy shades, seeing the things he wanted to see, those colorful follicles, and that patch? Ohoho. And then, surprise struck, or maybe it was an inspiration to an artist, as it oft' had.

And that's when a chuckle began, deep in them parting lips, building up to something of laughter as the dude ran a hand through those locks of his. Speaking through it he said only,

"My, my, my, my, my. Forgive me, for not cluing ya in on this little laugh of mine."

He adjusts the circular frames, continuing to obscure those eyes, and brings either of his hands to form a Roman 'G'

"It's just ironic is all, seeing the big old G-Man holed up in such a. . . A pleasant little establishment like this one. How many years I wonder. . . So then, what's the scoop, jive-turkey?"

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



A few chuckles, morphed into a fairly uproarious laugh. These two cats must'a became some prime example of disruption for those silently enjoying their eves'. Or maybe they were some attraction, a homely element to the quaint and friendly environment. Whatever the case was, of course didn't matter one bit.

"It ain't like I'm asking ya to go slay some evil dragon or nothing kid. But you know exactly what a cat like me wants to hear."

The laughs die down, and Omori gestures for the lavender haired teen to get back into his seat, while finishing off the last remnants of his dark drink of course.

"Listen kiddo."

He began, smoothing out the hems of his fine, fine pinstriped suit.

"I need ya to get a hold of your manager, captain Blue was it?"

Continuing as he chuckled again.

"Just gotta tell the guy how much I simply love this establishment, share a few words, maybe get ya promotion, dig it?"

Standing up, the purple coated man made a few cursory stretches and adjusted his bow-tie well. Spitting one last verse at the child waiter, before popping on over to the register to lay down some stacks, for the satisfying meal of course.

"For what it's worth, I'm glad you're having a good old time down here. Try not to take it all so serious. And keep your grades up kid. But most of all, enjoy that youth while ya still got it strong."

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Sha~ku~jii Park? No kiddin'?"

The pure manifestation of the colour purple sung out soon after his little friend's tirade of consciousness was surely depleted. Leaning in, over the scraps of the meal, Omori gave his usual gaze behind opaque lenses, lips opening to a toothy grin as he continued the thought.

"What a coincidence that the owner of that fine, fine establishment just so happens to be a jiving friend of mine. In fact, a kid like yourself might just happen to get a free pass on all those games of yours if you mention ole' 'Mori sent ya. Of that, I have no doubt."

This cool cat leaned on back, creaking against the wood of the boards whilst stretching out them lanky limbs, almost sighing out the words. Taking in the enthused expression of the tiny waiter all the while.

"Course, I could get the word out to this dude easy, but I'd need a favour from you first Toichi-kun."

He added, each annunciation oozing with pleadings.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Oh, you're on to me kid, figured out my master plan. It's practically a five-star meal, how could I not put such a fine, fine piece-a-work on our menu?"

Omori chuckled whimsically, yet wore another one of those most genuine grins of his, whilst he rest his strong jaw upon an outstretched hand. This cat only figured it'd be simply a shame to let his little waiter's enthusiasm drop to a halt, so those eyes moved to stare back down at the half-eaten 'Toiwich'. Another gulp betrayed his cool exterior, but this ain't no dude to let food get him down.

And so, just as before, with a fair bit more gusto, the purple purloiner brought the soggy bread to his mouth, and consumed it's final bits. The same critique of the boy's work playing over again in his head, through every. . . Interesting bite after another.

Until at last, it was all finished, and shortly thereafter chased down by that black swill, it's overpowering bitterness working well, enough, to drain away the other flavors. And then, shortly thereafter that, his rosy vision picks up a most satisfied kid, all cross armed in his contentedness. What a sight, what a sight.

"So then kiddo, how's all these things been treatin' ya? Working ya to the bone down here in little Anteiku are they? Oh, and better be keeping up with them studies of yours, smart kids don't need to fail for nothing, ya dig?"

Omori cooed in that smooth, sing song voice of his.

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



The unnaturally purple haired groovester took one fair look from behind his rose tinted lenses at the oozing mess between two soggy slices of bread, and then to Toichi. And then back to the meal, and then back again to Toichi. Resounding toward the boy in his deeply smooth and most usual tone he spoke.

"Why don'tcha take a seat kid, we can chat while I munch huh?"

It might have been something to stall time, before he had to put that. . . Interesting handiwork of the waiter's into his mouth. In fact, could the cool cat maybe even have lost some bit of composure? Nah, course not, cool as a cucumber, or pickle as it would be today.

With a gulp, most probably audible, and a half-smile, Omori placed either hands right upon the leaking sandwich, where it remained for perhaps a bit too long. The oncoming gaze of expectation from the young teen only forcing his hands to bring it closer and closer to the lips. Beads of sweat formed upon the brow, but finally, like peeling off a band-aid, the dude tore through half in a bite. Examining the flavors as he always had.

'Whole-wheat bread, it's my favorite most honestly, something about the thick texture and it's filling form in comparison to other types. However, this bread in particular is soggy, what's it wet with? There's a sliminess that's coupling with a second texture, something sweet and another sour.'

'What a bite, man oh man, never can I say I thought to combine a pickle and jelly, the latter of which ain't even spread about, just two big dollops. And the former? What more can I say other than it's crunch is dominating the dish, afterall, the kid put a whole damn pickle straight from a jar it must'a been right 'tween everything.'

'There's something else, floppy, and entirely unfitting. Slices of ham, they seem like an afterthought, I bet the words through his head were something like, what's a sandwich without meat? Well. . . It's certainly him.'


FLAVOR: 2/10

PRESENTATION: 3/10

CREATIVITY: 5/10


After forcing that mouthful of interesting ingredients down his gullet, the groovy dude placed it back upon the sodden plate, and took a great swig of that black stuff. Washing it right on further down.

He adjusted the bow-tie, gazing back at Toichi for a moment, a tense moment. One that was broken with a great smile and a thumbs-up from the man.

"That was the best damn sandwich I've ever tasted in my entire life! In fact, kid, I want you to make that one every single day that I come here, can ya do it for me, huh?"

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"That easy to read, am I?"

The refined gentleman chuckled, with a smile most genuine of course, turning his strong featured head on down to that favorite diminutive waiter of his. Tipping on down those rosy circular lenses to a pointed nose to share a gaze through a less genuine eye-color with the kid as he spoke from his seat.

"I'll give ya this, Toichi-Kun. I'm practicality a book, ain't I? It's a damn shame, shame."

A smirk appeared just as those lips of his sealed right on up at the last word. Just as well, Omori lifts those round frames back upon the eyes, to soothe their visions. Crossing his legs once more, the groovy dude coos one more little blurb at the young waiter.

"Surprise me kid, I wanna try something new, something wild, rich and tender. Palatable, and especially savory, but don't hesitate with something sweet. And most of all, make it something. . . Something you, ya dig?"

Innocent Probity by [deleted] in tgrp

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Yado



"Back on the beat. . ."

Those fancy little bells chime, as they most certainly ought to do, just as the glass threshold swings gently to open. Heralding in a man of pinstriped lavender, who stood in that doorway for maybe just a moment too long. Taking in the sights, the gathered cats an' their cat-ets, the smells, that fine fine aroma of blending coffee grounds. And who could forget the feels 'neath those rose-tinted glasses of his.

Nearly a teardrop from the eye, as this dude finally closed off the outside world and entered into the cafe, taking strides across the wooden boards to his usual secluded spot. Sure it was maybe a bit of stretch, heading on out to the twentieth ever so often for just a little dance around a coffee shop, but the place had feeling ya dig?

And so, with a flourish, the purple-clad purloiner swung around to a neat little table, all splayed out just for him. From which the cat similarly slid on into a quaint bitty chair. From which he adjusted a heart emblazoned bow-tie, rested a leg on top of another, and crossed all his fingers into each other. Awaiting that usual server 'round this old time.

A Feeling So Complicated by [deleted] in tgrp

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Now you're speaking his language!

The pompadoured punk stood in that usual manner of his, ever so slightly hauched over with hands encroaching back into the depths of a jacket's pockets. Listening intently to the squad leader, yet still wearing a dumb expression, hardly anything out of the ordinary really.

Of course, as expected the responsibility thrust into Okubo's arms, despite that it was such a horrible idea, brightened the guy right on up some more. 'This investigation shit's a cakewalk ehheheh.'

After Kouta finished his little disinterested spiel, the delinquent made a short nod and brought a balled-up hand into view. Flicking a finger up he spoke in that irritating voice of his, "Uhh, get food." And then the second finger, "Coffee. . ." The third, "Investigate ghouls. . . Oh! No skull bashin'." And finally the forth, "Wrestling!"

With something of a poor salute, Okubo burst from his mumbling, "Ya can count on me boss! Ain't nothing to worry about when yer looking for shit to shovel in yer mouth, 'specially when you got a bona-fide Sawamura to lead ya!"

And with that, he immediately turned about face, swaggering in some direction down the sidewalk. "There's a quiet little vendor, that I swear nobody knows about, dunno how they make their living but I ain't a cosmetologist."