the rookie with glasses

"I'll never forget how you've wasted three minutes of my l i f e ." ßαrnαեy ßrooks, jr. CURRENTLY ON: semi-active -- [independent RP blog]

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murder on the road [open]

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[ Of course Barnaby would be close behind him.  It didn’t exactly shock him, though he figured it would put a damper on his temporary ‘free rein’.  H-01 shifted his weight, rolling his eyes and putting his hat on his head as he glanced to the other man. ]

“Don’t get your panties in a knot, princess, it’s not like anyone saw.  Besides…”

[ He reached back into his vest, pulling out the wallet he had retrieved and handing it over to Barnaby.  He hadn’t expected the other to show up so soon— shame, he could have gotten a new getup. ]

“There’s some PIN numbers in there.  He’s pretty wealthy, from what I can tell.  As for the subtlety thing, why don’t you get to work on fixing that, instead of complaining about it.  You know what they taught you in grade school, problem solving skills.”

[ The android let out a small groan, putting his hat back on and wiping his gloves clean.  It wasn’t long before he was grinning again, however, giving Barnaby another once-over. ]

“You come all the way out here looking for me?  Psh, I’m honored.”

[bunnybrooks]

[/Reckless. Just like the man he was modeled after. Whatever sense of cockiness the corrupt NEXT had long faded away. Princess. Where has he heard that one before? A sharp 'tsk' sounded in the silence, nostrils picking up the scent of a recent death, nothing unfamiliar.

Dull green eyes shifted attention to the wallet the android held out to him. H-01 did pretty damn well here. If Barnaby didn't know any better, he could guess that he picked his prey with utmost care. ]

"Smart ass." [/The wallet was snatched from the android's hand, swiftly pocketed in the blond's coat.] "Mess with your AI any more than I already did, and you may as well be a mindless android."

[/Both hands pocketed, back turned to H-01, very little visible respect seen between the pair. Eyeballing the corpse, the NEXT's nose wrinkled.] "I had no intention of seeing your face, H-01. Honestly. Do you ever clean up after your mess?"

[bunnybrooks]

Ah. I have a lot of messages it looks like. Let me check them.

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murder on the road [open]

[ The world revolved around money. ]

[ That was something you learned from the very beginning.  If you didn’t have money, you were pretty much screwed.  And even an android like H-01 knew that.  It was within his programming to at least act like a human being— and the selfish desire for material gain was there as a result. ]

[ And here he was, beating down some wealthy business man to the point where the man was a broken mess, sobbing and begging for any hope that he may live.  It was particularly annoying, but a necessary burden.  After all, it wasn’t like he would ever be able to get a job. ]

[ Nonetheless, H-01 reached down with a low sigh, digging through the man’s pockets until he found what he was looking for.  Plucking the wallet out of his clothing, the android grinned at the sight that waited for him.  This man was a fool, it seemed.  Not only did he find a good hunk of money in its contents, but a sheet of paper with different pin numbers and the like.  This would suit him for a while, he figured. ]

“… Hm.”

[ His hands were already covered in blood— and this man had already passed out.  Shame, he wouldn’t get the chance to play with his catch.  Begrudgingly, H-01 reached to his side, drawing a gun and delivering fatal blows without a second thought. ]

“That oughta do it.”

[ The wallet was shoved into his vest, the bloodied android taking a moment to wipe a good amount of blood off of him before stepping out of the alley.  For a moment, he removed his hat and ran a hand through his hair, his only inner debate being on what exactly he should do next. ]

[bunnybrooks]

[/He'd figure that he would find the wayward android out here. Machines, no matter how strongly independent their AI happens to be, will always be systematic. There will always be some sort of order in their schedule, some consistency in their daily rituals. Barnaby knew the system H-01 operated on. Of course he did.]

[/He seldom made himself known to the public, not wishing to draw attention to an elite figure of a group the public learned to fear. Not a single soul in Sternbild was ignorant to the existence of Ouroboros; it's symbol graced their own Stern Dollar, a detail whose significance so many miss. Better for him, he thought. 

Winter draws to a close in Sternbild, the NEXT, trailed along in the warming weather. He didn't need a coat today. Good.]

[/A smile played on his lips, a teasing one, his sights settled on a familiar, ironclad face.]

"You're making yourself a little obvious, H-01," he spoke out, "Someone forgot to program subtlety in your system, hm." 

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well this sure is cute [@barnaby]

[ Kotetsu really would never have expected to hear the sound of a cat actually wheezing before in his entire life, but you learn something new every day, it seemed. ]

“… Dear lord.”

[ Leave it to him to get into a mess like this one.  Glancing down at the cat carrier in his hand, Kotetsu opened the door to his apartment and set the contraption down, opening it so that the… creature now known as Tookie could make his way out. ]

[ He wasn’t a pretty thing, oh god no.  Obese, covered in long fur that was matted at random spots, and a look that almost seemed as if this little guy had every kitty-disease known to man.  The people at the humane society had claimed he was healthy, though, so he really couldn’t not bring this poor guy home, right? ]

[ … And this was all because he had lied through his teeth.  Welp, nothing he could do about it now.  He swallowed, picking up the cat carrier, now that the poor cat was out, and shoving it into the closet, out of sight and out of mind. ]

[ Now it was time to wait for that good ol’ Bunny of his to show up.  The plan… seemed pretty damn good for something accomplished in less than an hour. ]

“… Yeah, you go, Kaburagi.  You… go…”

[bunnybrooks]

[/The rookie would make his entrance at this point in time ]

[/It didn't hurt to visit his partner every now and again. In fact, he liked getting out of the apartment every now and then to socialize, at least with Kotetsu. It's taken him quite a bit of time to fully open up to the elder Hero, still simmering in past doubts that have yet to cool down. He trusted Kotetsu.

He just didn't fully trust Kotetsu.

Trekking to the appropriate apartment door, Barnaby drew in a sharp breath of air. He expected the stench of alcohol to waft into his senses, disliking how strong distilled beer smelled to him compared to pure liquor that he preferred to drink. Green eyes settled on the doorframe, finger pressing the doorbell's button. A familiar chime resounded from inside the chamber. ]

"Kotetsu? It's me, Barnaby. Open up.

[/Best let his hopes down gently if he were expecting someone else.]

[bunnybrooks]

In about ten days is Valentine's Day. The studio's going to have a field day with this concept, I bet. Joy.

[tigerandbunnyconfessions]

I sometimes wonder whether Barnaby’s and Tomoe’s striking similarities are coincidental or not.

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[bunnybrooks]

I'll leave for Kotetsu's place in an hour or so. I actually like having my apartment clean for a change. 

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Che— As if you haven’t already seen it.

[ … And he’s getting an idea that might just get him out of this mess!! ]

So… why don’t you come over and meet Tookie?

[bunnybrooks]

Ah?

I have... nothing better to do, I guess. Sure, I'll come by and visit. I want my socks back, anyways.

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Well sure, it’s specific, but that’s just how Tookie rolls!  He’s a pile of bad luck, I’ll tell you!

[bunnybrooks]

I'll believe your bad luck when I see it in action.

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Er…

What gives you that idea, Lil’ Bunny?

[bunnybrooks]

Isn't it a little specific? A stray cat specifically spilling coffee specifically on my socks?

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【兎虎】バレンタイン本新刊表紙【ヒロショ】 from by  コショウ@インテあ3a  on pixiv

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O-Of course I let cats in!  … His name is uh… Tookie!

Yeaaah.  Tookie just sorta shows up and spills my coffee on things.  Like… your… socks!!

[bunnybrooks]

You're lying through your teeth, aren't you.

[bunnybrooks]

BURN BABY BURN DISCO INFERNO BURN BABY BURN BURN THAT MAMA DOWN YOH BURN BABY BURN DISCO INFERNOOOOOOOOO

[bunnybrooks]

reach fort he stars baruanchyby, all your dream s will come true (when thhat reainbows following you)

[bunnybrooks]

be-my-bunny replied to your post: What? Come on, I only spilled coffee on them once! A-And that was… the cat’s fault!!

W-Wait a minute, how do you know there’s not some little stray kitty that I let in every once in a while!! Because I’m a good person!

This is news to me. The fact that you let cats in, not the good person part. [/Chinscratch]

[bunnybrooks]

What? Come on, I only spilled coffee on them once! A-And that was... the cat's fault!!

The only cats I see are the ones shaped on your beard.