Music Box

Shall I sing for you? Kotone Akagi. 20. Enforcer. OC RP blog affiliated with SibylCity. I track the tag antiquesong. FC: Petrauchka from Chouritsu Houmuru Zyklus;Code

[antiquesong]

People are my Magazines. quadruplor.

[quadruplor]

"Likewise," was the informant’s curt response, a wider smile being his reply to the female’s. While he had little problem giving out his name to his peers (identity meant nothing to an informant; names were merely a string of letters), anonimity seemed like quite the right choice at the moment. If the Enforcer managed to pique his interest, the chances of him asking for a name were high.

With a low, long hum, he adjusted his glasses. Judging from her speech, she had either a quite mature mentality or she had already fallen into resignation in regards to her living conditions. No matter what the case was, he could neither concur nor disagree, for it was more a personal view on the matter than anything. Imayoshi had lost count of the number of Enforcers he had seen openly dreading their position, so Kotone was a rare sight, if anything.

"That’s sad." His smile suddenly had a condescending air to it, though by no means did he intend to so blatantly belittle the girl’s opinion. “And true, I guess. Yer Inspector’s lucky ya have such a pacific attitude.” A pause. With a serene pace, he finally left his spot to take a seat beside the brunet, his gaze directed immediately to her once again. "Rebellious dogs never get any sympathy around here, but ya surely know about that already." The MWPSB was hardly a place for rebellious dogs to begin with—which didn’t mean there weren’t cases of latent criminals stepping out of line.

"I reckon ya have been given enough time to adapt then."

[antiquesong]

Even with the best explanation she could muster, still he thought it sad. It was to be expected, she mused, it was hard to understand one's life if you weren't that person. It's hard to understand an experience if you haven't experienced it. All she could do was try and gather her feelings into words but once given to him the words lost their feelings and were mere outlines. There was no depth for him to understand and she did not wish for him to have to experience it just for the sake of explanation. "Hmm." A soft hum was emitted from her lips. Moving on from their earlier subject, she raised a brow. "Well, if I were truly a pacifist then I wouldn't do as an Enforcer. In that case, my Inspector would be unfortunate." Pacifists would hardly even become Enforcers unless they were pushed to the extreme. Kotone leaned back in her chair, gaze turning upwards for a bit as she looked at the ceiling. Had she been a pacifist before? The thought of hurting or killing anyone had never been brought to her mind when she was little. The fairy tales she had read only went so far as making the villains disappear. Now, she knew better. The knights killed the dragons. The witches killed the villagers. In order to have a happy ending, there had to be some suffering. Attention returning to him, she brought an index finger to her cheek, tapping once then twice before answering. Sitting back properly, she folded her legs and rested her her hands on her lap one on top of the other. "Doesn't the system work so that any rebellion or anomaly is punished?" Kotone paused and tilted her head from one side then the other. There would be no wrong in telling him. She was stuck here, either way. "I entered the System when I was really young and became an Enforcer a few years after so I guess you could say that. Hmm, how about you, sir? From what I've seen becoming associated with the system is rather dangerous."

[liightnings]

roommates || lightning & kotone

[liightnings]

ϟ ~ When she was informed her new roommate was an enforcer, the trash thrown away by society to become killers, she expected someone with more bravado perhaps. The girl in front of her almost looked like a child, unmarred by the realities of the system. Looks could be deceiving, however, so she knew not to let her guard down even as the other shyly introduced herself. 

"I’m Lightning." Her introduction was brief, not bothering to even state her full name. Too much familiarity would lead to the undoing of oneself and others, so she continued to assume her cold persona. "Nice to meet you as well." She turned her back to Kotone and gestured to the other side of the room. "This is where you’ll be sleeping and living." 

Slowly, with her boots clicking on the hard ground, she walked next to her bed and leaned onto the wall next to it. The coldness of the wall seeped through her clothes, but she didn’t mind. What followed was a rather awkward silence; Lightning didn’t want to say anything, or, rather, she didn’t know what to say. Words were rather unnecessary. Both were given basic information about the other, and it wasn’t as if they both expected to make friends. 

Well, at least she didn’t expect to make friends because she simply did not have the intent. 

[antiquesong]

Quiet edged in on their conversation as they exchanged looks, the typical uncertainty and wariness setting in between strangers and enforcers. The other seemed mature, dignified, but all Kotone had to judge from was her physique and she knew how appearances did nothing but scratch the shallow surfaces of a person's character. In other's eyes, Kotone could easily be mistaken for a child or some naive noble until their gaze slid over her watch. Then the wondering would set in and assumptions would be cast her way in the form of curious, frightened, and disgusted glares. The other spoke and Kotone visibly relaxed. She had been envisioning the worst. Her roommate could have hated her from the beginning or could have been one of the less sane Enforcers, although many were reasonable to an extent. In order to work, they had to have some logic but she had met a few who were just over the edge. Nodding, Kotone stepped forward. The room was cleaner than the ones she had lived in before, thankfully. Turning back to Lightning, she smiled. "Thank you, Lightning." Picking up her things, she walked over to her side of the room and began unpacking. Glancing back up to her from her seat on the floor, Kotone pulled a small box from her luggage and set it on her lap. Bringing her gaze back down to the box, she stroked it absentmindedly with her thumb. Simple white curling vines and spiraling flowers decorated the dark wood. "Um." Moving to where Lightning stood, she extended the box to her. "I wasn't quite sure what to get since I know nothing about you. It's a music box that only plays a song but I hope it's alright."

[broken-lotus-deactivated2014100]

At first he didn’t notice it, too preoccupied in his research and trying to keep himself awake. After ten minutes he started to hear a faint melody coming from behind him. He slowly turned his chair towards her, noticing she was so absorbed in her work that she had forgotten everything around her.

He crossed his arms with a frown and waited for just the right moment. When she had paused her humming for a moment, he cleared his throat loudly, sensing a bit of satisfaction at seeing her jump in surprise.

[antiquesong]

Flipping one page over, Kotone paused as she brought an index finger to the numbers. Song quieting, she stiffened in her chair when a sound near to her made her realize her blunder. She had been humming. True, whenever she worked she tended to hum to a rhythm to help her concentrate, but she had promised not to make any noise. 

Looking to her side, she threw a sheepish and slightly embarrassed smile. "S-Sorry. Um, I-I'll..." Bringing a finger to cheek, she scratched lightly as she tried to think of just what she wanted to say. Maybe, she should give him some quiet time. She was almost done anyway. Leaving her seat, she pointed to the door. "I'll go get something to drink. Want anything?"

[broken-lotus-deactivated2014100]

Kanda bit back the sharp retort on the tip of his tongue. No sense in upsetting the poor girl. He silently turned back to his computer, opening a few new files. He could feel her eyes on the side of his head.

"Don’t make too much noise, alright?"

[antiquesong]

Giving a nod, she took an empty desk and laid down her work. Sitting down, she stretched before opening the folder. It was simple: inputting data from the paper into the documents online. The only sound she made was the clicking of fingers on keyboards. Her hands gliding across the keys, she would stop frequently to flip the paper over or exchange it for another. Eventually forgetting her surroundings, her mind focused on the work in front of her, she began to hum a rhythmic tune absentmindedly.

[nakunaki]

Naki nearly jumped at the voice directed at him. It was unusual for people to talk to him, especially normal citizens. He could tell they wanted to jeer at him and poke fun at his status, but Naki also knew they were aware that it might raise their crime coefficient to talk to him, so they satisfied themselves with a condescending glance.

But, noting her tracker, Naki calmed somewhat. He narrowed his eyes at the sandwich thrust in his face, his nose crinkling as the smell wafted towards him. “You expect me to eat that shit—”

Naki paused, seeing the earnest look in the girl’s eyes. It was so kind and thoughtful, he could feel a lump growing in his throat. “Aw shit.” Tears lined his bottom lashes, which he absently wiped away before taking the sandwich and breaking off a piece.”I— uh, thanks. Yeah.” Naki stared at the bit of food in his hand, starting to sweat as he brought it to his mouth. It was utterly disgusting, like a dirty kitchen sponge smeared with slimy sewage coated rubber. Naki tried to chew and swallow it, to show he was grateful for the offer, but as soon as the mass passed his tonsils and slid only a small ways down his throw, he doubled over and hacked it up onto the ground. “F-fuck, I..” Naki frowned harshly. He looked at the other somewhat apologetic.

"As you can see, I can’t really eat…stuff like that."

[antiquesong]

Tilting her head at his earlier response, she was about to apologize and put the sandwich away when he relented. Sandwich passing from her hand to his, she relaxed as he unwrapped it. For one terrible moment, Kotone had been sure she had offended him. Enforcers were people, sure, but they were people others deemed unfit for society. One way or another, they had done something wrong by society's standards. One way or another, there was something different about them, about their crime coefficient, about their mindset.

Eyebrows crinkling together at his tears, Kotone wondered if he was incredibly happy about the sandwich or incredibly sad. Enforcers weren't the type to be shown kindness or sandwiches. Wondering if she should tell him not to eat the sandwich if he didn't want to, Kotone's words were far too late. He had taken a bite and it looked almost painful. "Y-You don't have to if-" She was cut off by him coughing and hacking. Almost instinctively, Kotone took a step back but realizing that she was the cause of this she took a step forward and gently placed her hand on his shoulders, her fingers only lightly touching him. "It's alright. Are you okay? If you're feeling unwell, I can get you soup or something to drink? Medicine? I'm sorry."

[broken-lotus-deactivated2014100]

Kanda leaned back into his chair with a groan. A quick glance towards the clock at the far corner of the computer screen tells him he’s been sitting there for almost two hours past his shift. All he’s really been doing is looking up old case files.

It doesn’t matter. The young man would rather be at his desk than in his new room. His new roommate gives him a weird vibe, and sleeping is honestly the last thing he wants to do right now. Not when those odd dreams keep haunting him.

A sound by the door startles him (not that he’s willing to admit that) and he turns to give the intruder a glare.

"What?"

[antiquesong]

Time ticked on. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The pendulum consistency of the clock counted off the seconds to the minutes to the hours til the day was complete. WIth a rhythm competing against that of the clock's, Kotone clicked the eheels of her boots against the tiled floor. Clutching a folder of papers to her chest, brown eyes darted across the hallway signs.

She had a work ethic and a diligence that rivaled any Employee of the Month at any top company. Finishing her work at an enviable speed, the Enforcer liked to pass her time helping with other's work loads. There was little else she could do and so, instead, she chose work. Since she had grown up in this work environment, she looked to it more as chores or housekeeping.

Opening the door, she was startled by an annoyed inquiry. Sneaking her body through the small gap, she quietly closed the door behind her. "W-Work overflow? I'm helping here. Is there a problem?"

[kasamxtsus]

Kasamatsu let his eyes run over the woman in front of him almost immediately fixating on the watch that marked her as an Enforcer. He didn’t recognise her as one of his own so she was probably under some other inspector in another unit. Briefly he wondered what case she was currently assigned and if her unit had just as much paper work as his before bringing himself back to the present.

“Little Red, huh?” he murmured as blue eyes flicked back the the soda can in her hands. “Fizzy apple juice, then. Sorry, I’ll pass. I’m more of a coffee drinker than anything.” He turned to go back to his desk but called out over his shoulder “You’re an Enforcer right? Who’s unit?”

[antiquesong]

Head angling upwards to meet his gaze, Kotone let him finish his look over. Anyone who wasn't an Enforcer usually focused on her watch, granted it was meant to identify her. Waiting for his answer, she gave the can a gentle shake as she hummed the brand's theme song. Truth be told, she did start drinking the soda because of it's song and theme. The fairy tale aspect appealed to her. And it looked cute, so that was always a plus. "Ah, alright." Nodding, the retracted her hand and began to work on opening the soda. When he called out, Kotone looked up. "Unit Thr-Uwah!" Perhaps, she didn't know her own strength. The apple soda burst from its opening only to spray over her. Blinking, she looked down at the half empty can and sighed. Maybe, it was about time to start drinking coffee. "I...I guess I should be going now, sir." The girl said, looking up at him with an embarrassed flush. How great this will be to clean. Where were the showers even in this branch? Her clothes smelled like apples now but at what cost.

[antiquesong]

People are my Magazines. quadruplor.

[quadruplor]

One needn’t be a genius to notice each and every one of her following gestures indicated how uneasy she felt for having being caught staring. It wasn’t the first time he had drawn someone’s attention—probably not the last either, yet that was barely of importance because, for an Enforcer, she truly seemed… harmless, in a way. But stereotypes and wild guesses hardly meant anything -or rather, shouldn’t-, especially to those familiar with the functioning of the Sibyl System.

A quiet chuckle echoed in the lobby. “Easy there, s’alright. I’m not here around much.” The gentle ring in his voice might have concealed how, deep inside,the female’s concern was rather amusing to him. It was only logical to assume the least she wanted was to pick a fight with a stranger; getting in trouble given her position would be anything but good news, after all. But perchance her intrusion had been exactly what he needed instead of being immersed in his own thoughts. A pastime of sorts. It certainly saved him the trouble of taking the first step to make conversation.

Gaze dropping to the hands sitting on her lap, he spoke again. “Bein’ an Enforcer can be quite the hassle, huh?” Smile faltering some, Imayoshi folded his arms over his chest, the sound of papers being accomodated between his fingers filling the silence after his words.

[antiquesong]

He laughed, which intrigued her. Perhaps, she had done something peculiar. That....explained little. Their encounter was, in a way, peculiar, although not one that challenged ordinary standards. Their everyday routine had been broken by an encounter of uncommon sorts, a confrontation created by curiosity. Allowing her question to die on her tongue, Kotone watched him. He seemed kind, his voice denoting gentleness. She calmed to an extent, her fidgeting ceasing to be. For a moment, she pondered whether or not she should offer him the seat next to her but she assumed he would take it if he wished. Bowing her head, she greeted him. "Then it's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Kotone offered him a smile instead of her name, something she would only give if asked. She had learned early on that some people would rather call Enforcers Dog 1 or Dog 2 and that some rather they not be called at all. She had also learned not to inquire for a name from those she didn't work with as some were uneasy about the matter or some were quite clear and sensitive about it. She flashed another smile at his words, catching the motion of his lips. It was an easy assumption, but simply that. Not a fact. Not a truth. Kotone gave a gentle shake of her head. "True, compared to others' lives we have it rough but it's not so much a hassle as it is life." Back straightening and hands folding calmly on her lap, Kotone exchange her former childish appearance for one of a pensive young woman. "If given enough time, one can adapt to the horrific and stressful and eventually call it normal. In society's words, we are dogs but a dog's life isn't a hassle to one, merely their normal routine."

[antiquesong]

People are my Magazines. quadruplor.

[quadruplor]

While he was usually the one making people wait, Imayoshi didn’t really mind having the situation reversed from time to time. It gave him the excuse to take a small break in the middle of work, which was something very much appreciated in this kind of environment. Having one of his colleagues busy with a sudden meeting was, if anything, a stroke of luck today; a quiet moment he could spend dwelling on his own affairs.

Digits lazily brushing the edges of the papers at hand -a detailed report on a certain citizen that had recently aroused the investigation department’s suspicions-, the informant soon raised his gaze from the essay and focused on the nearest person. So it wasn’t just his imagination; there really was someone watching him.

“‘s there a problem, missy?” The raven asked, back straightening and a playful smile worming onto his lips as he stared the girl down. He didn’t need a photographic memory to remember her face from scouting reports a while back, but seeing as he spent most of his time outside the headquarters, it wasn’t strange that they hadn’t crossed paths before. Well, there is a first time for everything, right?

[antiquesong]

Words and gaze directed her way, the doll nearly jumped from her seat. Normally Enforcers were intimidating beings. Firm in the graces of a criminal, they were able to execute actions others would think against. This was no battlefield, no execution ground, however. Blinking, lips parted before they closed once more. Fidgeting in her seat, the doll was able to produce only one sound. "Ah." Eloquence was left for other activities that did not involve surprise, regret, and guilt. Hands sitting on her lap, she folded them together to achieve a feeling of a foundation to base her words upon. Trying to explain just why she had been staring at him was embarrassing but necessary. It had been her fault, anyway. Her intrusion was unwarranted and questionable. Next time, she would need to take extra care. Even if boredom did present itself to her in the waiting room, others were surely experiencing similar feelings. "No." A pause. There was still much left for her to explain. "I apologize if I bothered you." An apology was a good place to start. "I have quite a lot of waiting to do and I've already seen most of this room. I haven't seen you around before, however. Well, I...I was curious. Sorry."

[kasamxtsus]

Kasamatsu looked up at the white fluorescent strips with a sigh. His neck and shoulders cracked when he moved producing a small grimace. Man, he’d been working way too much the past week but he still wasn’t happy. The pens rattle in their coffee mug as he shoved himself away from the desk and strode off to get the blood circulating through his body again. He was about to pass one of the vending machines when he heard someone call out catching his attention. “Want one what? What is it?”

[antiquesong]

Sight setting on the man, Kotone hummed as she tilted her head. As she had been an Enforcer since a young age, the doll was able to somewhat memorize faces. Seeing as his was still rather vague, she assumed that he wasn't in her unit nor an Enforcer. He did have a particular business-y air around him that she lacked. People doing things for a living. People given choices to choose from. She had a considerably simpler and less personal future. "A soda." Raising her hand she showed him the can. "Little Red. It's been in the vending machine for a while...um." Finger tapping against the side of her cheek, she tried to describe exactly why she liked the drink. "Aside from the cute theme, it has a nice taste. Crisp like an apple but..um...fizzy?"

[liightnings]

roommates || lightning & kotone

ϟ ~ The room Lightning lived in possessed nothing of note; it looked the same now as the day she moved in. As a dog of a higher power, she felt it unnecessary to have many personal effects, not that she could possess many in the first place. 

When she heard she would be receiving a roommate, she was skeptical at first. The isolation of her room as compared to the bustling outside world (one that accepted her and one that did not) gave her a sense of calm. Would a newcomer ruin it? Maybe she ought to give the other a chance before making a judgement.

A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. The door slid open automatically as the outsider’s ID was confirmed with a small blip. 

Clear blue eyes traced the other’s features before a level voice greeted, “Hello.” 

[antiquesong]

Relocating was not uncalled for and, although not quite common to the doll, quite ordinary. Rising shoulders betrayed nervous emotion as trembling fingers rose to scan her ID. Moving to a new apartment was fine. She was alright with that. Her things had never been overwhelming in number. Her heart had never been attached, never sentimental, to her old houses. Meeting someone new was different. From what the Inspector had told her, she was another Enforcer. While in society's view, they were both scum and criminals, Kotone was able to view them as one and the same. They had committed mistakes and had ended up in similar situations. Those mistakes may differ but they did not change the fact that they were both roommates. With an exhalation of breath, the doll stepped forward with the opening of the door. Placing her luggage to the side for the moment, Kotone looked up and curtsied. Timid and reserved, her wavering voice was soft. "H-Hello." Another inhalation of breath. A solidifying of spirit. "I'm Kotone Akagi. Pleasure to meet you." Though the greeting had a more solid foundation, her voice still resembled that of a child's-soft and innocent. Eyes wide and lips parted in waiting, the Enforcer hoped for any reaction on the other's end.

[nakunaki]

Naki fidgeted as he sat, leg bouncing, eyes darting. He tried to steady his breathing but he was constantly bombarded with intrusive, defiant thoughts. What kind of fucked up system was this? Why did he have to be treated like some dog? Sure, he’d committed a few crimes, but that was only because he was a ghoul, right? Ghouls were automatically suspicious so of course he was prone to break the law.. 

He huffed an pulled a pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket and slipped one out. Breathing it in, he grimaced. They tasted like shit, but a habit was a habit.

"Jeeeeez, when is there gonna be some action?" Naki threw his head back in irritated frustration, then an idea popped into his head. "Oh.. I wonder if we’ll be able to eat the criminals whose crime coefficients are too high…Man, then this job would be work it.” 

[antiquesong]

"Mmm." A lazy stretching of arms and back towards the sky created a lazy contentment in the moment of quiet. Kotone allowed herself a yawn behind a polite hand, leaning against a wall with a bag of groceries hooked around her arm. One moment to collect herself, to reestablish her position between grocery and restricted world, gave way to her usual habit of observation. Passing people with their families glanced at her, attention attracted by her unusual attire and deflected once stares lowered enough to catch sight of her tracker. Curiosity turning to a reasonably driven fear, they began to walk faster, ushering their pointing children away from her. 

Blinking, she sported a slight frown at the reactions as she rarely elicited such. Only when she shifted her attention from the crowd to the man a distance from her did she realize why she had been feared. Two Enforcers in one location was not something people usually gawked at. They were the dogs of society and a part others wished not to see. Hearing his musing, Kotone stiffened, shoulders rising slightly in surprise.

Rummaging through her bag, the plastic crinkling with the movement, she walked over to him and presented him a Seafood Sandwich. His statement was disturbing but Enforcers became Enforcers for criminal reasons. In a way, it was normal. What she didn't want, however, was to leave him hungry. "I-I don't quite think we are allowed to do that but I guess it depends on your Inspector. For now, would this suffice? It's sweet but you can eat it, if you'd like."

[antiquesong]

"Ah." A press of a button gave way to two following thumps. Kotone bent down to grab the cans of soda she had bought. Well, technically she had bought one, however the machine today was generous. It was an adorable picture. The soda, Little Red, was lesser known compared to the other soft drink brands but it tasted nice and crisp. The drawing was one of Little Red Riding Hood holding an apple.  Looking over her shoulder, she extended a hand and a can. "Want one?" 

[antiquesong]

People are my Magazines. quadruplor.

Routines weren't a problem for the Enforcer. Her life had, already, lost the promising gleam the future held. Finding pleasure in her environment was difficult and rare, seeing as her every move was analyzed and inspected. Thus, straying from the routine was bothersome while keeping to routine was encouraged and comfortable. Kotone found no problem in being used as a weapon. She found no problem in being questioned. Reply and carry on: it was a simple process. Delivering the information of her whereabouts and position, the Doll entered the Unit's headquarters with another one of her Inspectors. They had official business, some sort of inspection or meeting. Information ended at the Inspectors, however, and all she was given was a simple order to come along. Seeing as the Inspector was newer than the others and she was considered to be one of the docile Enforcers, Kotone assumed this was a test run of his abilities to handle her. Watching as he entered the meeting room and vanished from her view, she hummed quietly and took a seat in the lobby. Brown eyes scanned the passing people. A rhythmic stamping and clicking came from the secretary's desk, her head down with too much concentration focused on the task than what was required. The clicking of heels against tile echoed softly from down the hallway, confident and assured, although Kotone didn't have the freedom to check the wearer. Her gaze landed on a man she judged as neither an Enforcer nor an Inspector as she hadn't seen him around before. Curiosity affixed her sight to him and she stayed silent, head tilting as if to question the reason for his presence.

[antiquesong]

Please like for a short starter! Capping this at 2 because how does one even rp and write starters?

[antiquesong]

Mun Intro time

Hello! I go by Coffee and I'll be rping Kotone. She's an OC that I've tweaked a bit from my original idea but I do love how she is right now. My personal blog is naokogure but since I usually blog on mobile, you can also reach me here on twitter! I hope we all get along~

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