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Independent selective BNHA + Pokémon roleplay Detective Hachiro Tanaka

[endoctrina]

Winter  under cultivation        Is as arable as  Spring

Independent // Selective Pokémon + BNHA roleplay Detective Hachiro Tanaka Follows from tellnxlies

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[endoctrina]

"Can we please keep the frivolity to a minimum? This is still a government office, no matter the time of year."

[tellnxlies]

I have way too many good threads with plane but shoutout to this interaction between Hachiro and John in the aftermath of that first-meeting thread between Naomasa and John.

[endoctrina]

Enjoying the peace and quiet in the office. With any luck, she'll decide to keep that rat.

[endoctrina]

I don't know what's funnier.

That I came up with his Quirk while watching Men In Black II, or that Plane knows the exact line that I got it from.

[endoctrina]

"Some people are just too dangerous to be allowed to go around unchecked. I fixed him, and he thanks me for it. You should, too, rather than comment on things you do not understand."

[endoctrina]

"Everything I've done has been for his sake. If Naomasa's capable of understanding that, then I am not sure why others aren't."

[endoctrina]

Was threatened into approving John and Naomasa's vacation time.

That little rat wins this time around, but he better be careful not to play that card too often. Eventually, he may have to call John's bluff.

[schattenfanger]

Describe Me! (Hachiro // endoctrina)

@endoctrina

you're a few days away from eleven when the agent who brought you out here - agent varon - introduces you to hachiro. it feels like that's all you've been doing since you landed in this unfamiliar region. everything outside orre is a little too cold, a little too green and humid. you don't remember much from that first meeting, other than the curt understanding that you have no obligation to interpol, that you are volunteering your services to them the same way you had volunteered them to your mom and the professor back in orre.

you nod, agreeing. why would you need any incentive to help pokemon as much as you possibly could? you're dismissed with a curt nod and sent on your way to meet more people and to be assessed on your fitness.

it isn't often you see hachiro, only reaching out when there's an issue with the local enforcement who don't believe he's attached to interpol and has a right to steal pokemon under certain circumstances. you've never been great at reading people, and hachiro is a closed book. it's okay. you're from orre, you don't go digging in people's pasts for fun when it's just as easy to leave it alone.

you don't like him, but you don't dislike him either. you think he feels the same way about you.

as you age, though, as you're made aware more and more of the injustices against you by even the most well meaning people in your life, you're beginning to recontextualize words given to you as a child with no knowledge of the world beyond the horrors that had been so fresh when you'd signed your services away.

but... its not like you can go and change things now anyway. mostly you wonder if hachiro realizes the advantage he - and his boss - have taken of you. if they even care how you've destroyed yourself at their encouragement.

[endoctrina]

If anyone says anything at all to him he may explode. Approach with caution.

[endoctrina]

Watching with popcorn every time Beladonis is in distress

[endoctrina]

@faetedforglory [from]

Ewan cast a glance back down, frowning at the man’s direction before he collected himself and tried to put on a gentle face, tried to speak calmly. “Hey, Naomasa?” He asked as he drew closer. “Can I come in and talk to you?” With any luck it would be a very short talk. Nanu glared at Hachiro as he pushed him hard against the wall and made eye contact. “You allowed a child to be tortured!” Nanu repeated as he snapped, grabbing the man’s wrist hard, half tempted to break it but restraining himself. He didn’t need to scare the children, he didn’t want to scare them. “And I won’t allow you to do it again.” He pulled the marker from his pocket and removed the cap with his teeth, intent on drawing the curse on Hachiro’s hand– somewhere all could see what he’d brought upon himself.

Naomasa leveled the man with a scrutinizing gaze, as if searching for any tricks or deception, before his grip finally lessened. He eased the door the rest of the way open, and wordlessly stepped aside, murmuring only a soft explanation in Kantonian to the room’s other occupant. Careless as any child should be, Makoto seemed to accept what was said without much protest, though she did sneak a curious look (or several) when she didn’t think they would notice.

She would have questions to bombard Ewan with, for sure, though even she seemed to understand the importance of holding her tongue. Nao had advised that she be quiet, and he only ever did so when it was gravely important to. He only said that when they were in danger (why did they have a protocol for being in danger?)

“Wha-Ewan, what are you doing here? ’s something wrong??”

Downstairs, Hachiro fought and lost the battle to keep his composure, squeaking indignantly at his wrist being seized. Having survived the massacre, he’d thought himself safe from this. Never imagining that they would dare to breach his home, when they’d had the opportunity to end him already and chose differently. Someone had finally managed to strike fear into the Cyclone’s heart, and it showed in every rapid breath and futile attempt to get out of this grip.

“You had your chance, why … if you are so angry, why did you wait?”

[endoctrina]

@longerhuman [from]

"Far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, doctor, but aren't those records you should already have at your disposal?" Questioning without truly getting to the heart of the matter, prying to see just what information the mob boss sought. There were certain things he had a tendency to be far more tight-lipped about than others.

Some he might not be willing to give at all, and would quickly usher the man out just for having the audacity to ask. (or so he says)

His fingers drummed against the top of the desk in a show of impatience, and he nodded towards the still yet unoccupied seat. Hachiro never did like the sense of being loomed over, and it was something that his guest managed to bring about with ease.

Since when is Naomasa seeing him?

[endoctrina]

"They're hardly what they were before, if they're still around at all. Beladonis is already on cleaning up the remnants." So many red flags in so few words . . . careful not to speak in absolutes, lest he be caught in a lie. Praising the one he's never been able to stand before.

He's hiding something, but who around here isn't?

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me   ‘ bold of you to assume i’d die. ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours showing up on their doorstep, months after they’d been presumed dead. 

add REVERSE  to the ask for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep.

[endoctrina]

"Aye frosty I got you an early holiday gift."

"How old do you think I am?!"

[endoctrina]

@turnecoat​  asked:

"Betcha I can ricochet this rubber band off the door from 'round the corner an' hit ol' Cyclone--"

he's not waiting for masa's response because there it goes, zipping through the air and around the corner. does he wait to see if it hit either? no way in hell, john is OUTTA THERE.

Deep breath. That would be impressive if it weren’t so mind-numbingly stupid. They were detectives, for Arceus’ sake! Every single instance of him trying to enforce a more respectable and professional work environment tended to be immediately undermined by Beladonis’ stunts.

Hachiro took another deep breath, and swept the rubber band aside, watching it fall into the trash can below. Reaching for his phone, and sending a quick text to his impressionable ward.

[txt: ] When he deigns to return to this part of the building, send Beladonis to my office.

[txt: ] I trust that you both know why.