"because—" he started before holding his tongue for a moment, taking a breath to try and get his head straight. would they do something like that, if they could? truthfully, he had very little hope for the alternative, that the numbers were just a coincidence with cerberus' past successes with eos. no, of course it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. just thinking about it, however, made his chest tighten, his breath stop in his throat. for his own sanity, he had to double down, had to have doubt.
"look at a chart of left-handedness, to see how many more people used their left hand when society became more accepting," he rushed out, pausing to swallow harshly, the tickle in his throat demanding to release the pressure. "there's millions more people alive now than ever before, it wouldn't surprising that there's more people like us, statistically speaking."
he did not envy the turmoil in jackson—had his own, in pluriform; ricocheting shades of torment down his spinal column, sweat on the edge of his hairline, tension in the curl of his tail. there was something more than denial, he could smell it in the air, taste it on the buds of his tongue, lips barely parted as he breathed.
“did you…” a loaded pause, “think that cerberus had our best interests in mind?” it’s rare that he exerts this much control of his own judgment, rare that reserves the smallest piece of patience—were it anyone else, he would’ve mocked them for their naivety, “jackson,” tsutomu’s gaze narrowed, ears flattened, “even if they didn’t have an enterprise built on eo’s, i’d still be wary of them. no matter what response they have to this, whatever pr bullshit they try to spin—truth or not, i hate that fucking company,”
The bright grin spread across his face. "The WWE one." Taejun said all too eagerly. He looked around. "I watched that match when I was in class once and let me tell you I wanted to kick Vince's ass into next week." Taejun said his eyes sparkling. "Pardon my language I try not to curse." Would have he been a professional wrestler if he wasn't a firefighter-it's not a complete no.
Taejun found himself looking at the stranger with glee. "I got carried away. What was your favourite part of the match?" He asked forgetting about his own mission for a moment.
raises his hand as if to whisk away the other’s concerns about cursing in his presence, “what kinda class watches wwe and where can i sign up?” tsutomu had been truant for most of his school years, occupied with surviving and making enough money to afford his next meal, “vince’s a dry old fuck, hope he croaks,”
tail swishes, curls around his lap as he ponders his favourite moment, “when the bell rang, i suppose. bret looked so damn confused, it’s hard not to find some humour in it,” eyes narrowed as if the following question defined everything there was to know about a person, “who’s your favourite wrestler?”
i have to get out of here. it was the only thought running through his head through during andersen's speech, yet jackson stood stunned with the rest of the crowd. the world was frozen for a second before pandemonium broke. he remained stuck, too panicked to kick into action. instead, he felt their agitated buzz in his stomach, his chest, his head. a tickle in his throat, and he was coughing into his hand, practically unnoticed in the chaos. after a few moments, there sat four yellow-jackets, who seemed to almost be looking at him expectantly.
"this cannot be happening," he said to himself hoarsely. jackson closed his hand over them, gently holding him against his palm. directed desperately at the person closest to him, he said, "this—that can't be true, right?"
ears and tail had popped back into existence—unmasked, vulnerable, a seething undercurrent of rage peeling out from beneath darksome eyes, roiling whitecaps of sea-spray fury and a black, oppressive fury like a low-pressure warning.
“why couldn’t it?” tsutomu posited, furred left ear flicking in the direction of jackson’s voice, voice icy though none of that gelid frost is directed at him. he pops an unlit cigarette between his teeth before he continues, “you see how malicious the world is every single day, don’t you? why wouldn’t cerb be any less corrupt than any other corporation?”
TJ took a deep breath and focused. He was not about to think too hard about what was just said. Or what has happened to him to get him to this point. Or the possiblity his brother could may as well knew this .TJ might be a cerberus agent but he was also a firefighter. For TJ that comes first and foremost. TJ slipped on a the red windbreaker and gathered as much water as he could. He passed the water bottle to the person and sit near them. Just distract the person long enough to get them calm and hydrated.The rest can come later
"You ever heard of the Montreal Screwjob?" He asked opening his own bottle to take a sip of water.
anger. malcontent. despondence. a riptide of different emotion coursed through tsutomu as he processed the words of the speech. his body moved on autopilot, accepting water as he sat with one leg tucked underneath himself. internally, he broiled, seethed.
“i’m fin—” he started—and promptly stopped, eyebrows knitting together. long nights with nothing but pay-per-view and living in shitty hotels came back in a wave of nostalgia that almost displaced his aching wrath, “like… the wwe montreal screwjob or…?”
Was coming all the way to New York City to rekindle a friendship the other person seemingly didn't want excessive? Probably, and she found herself lonely here - practically knowing no one in the room. That, along with her fear of crowds, left her in the corner to just watch. "I'm guessing I'm not the only people watcher here," she commented, noticing someone out of the corner of her eye
the night was still young and yet tsutomu was already exhausted with the ebb and flow of the crowd. the noise and excitement wore down on him, shaved down his already clipped tone to a brisk, unfriendly lilt, “not much else to do,” a dry snip, he paused, “catch anyone interesting yet?”
sho kasamatsu. thirty. cis man. he/him. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching TSUTOMU KAWAMATA. some of the public has dubbed them OKAMI because of WOLF MAGIC gifted by BEING ATTACKED BY WOLVES. having been an extra ordinary since 2015, they’re doing a good job at hiding THEY DON’T REALLY EVEN LIKE DOGS. when they aren’t working their day job as a NIGHT RADIO HOST, they are fond of PAINTING, MARTIAL ARTS and are never seen without THEIR GOLD NECKLACE. at first glance they seem INTELLIGENT & OUTWARDLY PUT TOGETHER, though their close friends know them to also be MALICIOUS & EMOTIONALLY WOUNDED. they consider themself a VILLAIN. ┊┊ blue. he/him. twenty-three. est.
001. GENERAL
name tsutomu kawamata.
nicknames tomu, tommie, tom, tsutommie.
age thirty.
date of birth january 6th.
zodiac capricorn.
place of birth tokyo, japan, but moved to new york shortly after his birth.
current residence new york.
gender cis man.
pronouns he/him.
sexuality bisexual(?).
occupation late night radio host.
faceclaim sho kasamatsu.
height five foot ten.
tattoos yes.
piercings n/a.
distinguishing features has chronic resting bitch face, a very very identifiable voice if you're a night owl, has lots of bite scars on his body from the wolf attack, wolf ears and tail hidden by his hoodies.
positive traits intelligent, put together, enduring.
negative traits malicious, emotionally wounded, apathetic.
labels / tropes the wounded bird.
likes winter, cats, long walks, painting, kendo, sleeping through the day.
dislikes summer, dogs, waking up early, long telephone calls to his mother.
fears wouldn't you like to know, weather boy? but dogs, mostly.
hobbies kendo! painting! most martial arts tbh, he's been to most of the schools in new york to train/take lessons, he likes shooting too but he hasn't been to a range for a few years, hunting.
habits a night owl by nature and profession, capable of sitting still for long periods of time, bites his nails on his non dominant hand.
002. EXTRA ORDINARY
the questions here for each section are suggestions to get you thinking. as long as the section is appropriately elaborated upon, you’re fine!
near death experience… he was hunting in upstate new york and was mobbed by a pack of starved wolfdogs that were set loose on him because he was trespassing. get ganked loser! he woke up in the hospital very clearly an eo and was in an isolated ward for some time until he checked himself out.
power… he can spawn wolves and he can control the wolves he spawns, as well as any other wolves that happen to be around. he also has wolf ears (and so wolf hearing) and a wolf tail, if he makes an effort he can hide these using his wolf magic, but they are there whenever he's spawning wolves or at a resting state.
he can temporarily transform other people into wolves too, but depending on their willingness the effectiveness and duration varies extensively. at the max he can do it for one hour if they're very eager. humans transformed into wolves are immune to his commands and can do whatever they want while wolfed out. the transformation is slightly painful to and from, though. more uncomfortable than anything.
he, however, can turn into a wolf for an indefinite period of time though he almost never does this. lol.
drawbacks / vulnerabilities… he doesn't like his power. he can only cosplay as human for a short period of time before his ears and tail pop back into existence. he's not particularly fond of dogs and treats them as his soldiers, in spite of being able to hear their thoughts and intelligence. he's just a hater, through and through.
codename… picked it for himself and he has not a crumb of creativity so... okami it was. he also likes the game and is one of the last remaining users of the wii because of it.
003. EXTRA
i will add more here in time as i don't have a full biography written yet and i'm very slow. please forgive me. i will give anyone his sparknotes if asked.
