peace keeper

Dreams || Kasamatsu

His hands stilled over his tablet at the sudden question. When it came to Enforcers, people usually avoided asking how they came to be. They were latent criminals on a leash, and that’s all that mattered. His Inspector’s curiosity left a sick feeling in his stomach. It reminded him of how quickly his life had been turned upside down. He gathered his thoughts and returned to the work before him.

"I guess you could say it wasn’t my fault." He began. "Someone almost killed me, and my Crime Coefficient went through the roof." Kanda wasn’t about to spill his whole life story to his co-worker. He had completely lost the ability to trust people after that night, it taught him that anyone could go over the edge.

"Stayed the same ever since. Then, last year, I was offered to be an Enforcer."

#;kanda01 #[ Kasamatsu is an idiot. Don't mind him uwu ]

Oh. Well. Kasamatsu had a history of serious 'putting your foot in your mouth' disease but lately it seemed to have taken a turn for the worse. It was a wonder neither Enforcer had decided to do away with him yet from the way he carried on. What the fuck could he say? Should he even say anything? He cleared his throat and looked back at his luminescent screen.

"I'm... sorry," he finally said quietly. What use was his 'sorry' anyway? What was done was done: there was nothing he could say or do to change the fact that Kanda was now an Enforcer under his command. "Didn't mean to bring back unpleasant memories. Sorry," he mumbled as a slight flush rose in his cheeks. Kasamatsu busied himself with typing once more glad he head his back turned towards the young man. He didn't feel like being stared down by those dark eyes.

"How're those reports coming along?" Time for a complete change of topic. "I'm surprised you can still see straight."

liightnings

work || lightning & kasamatsu

Fate was not a word to be used in some mundane way for its influence is ever reaching, controlling, whether the image of this fate be cords connected to a computer or the light of something more godlike.

Lightning concluded, then, by sheer force of fate that she was stuck with her squad’s inspector on a rather long winded and gruesome mission. It started off as a simple inspection of an area’s stress level, which, not surprisingly, turned out to be harboring a rather bad egg. One would believe the system would catch a person making a homemade bomb and lugging it over to a public area before they became a threat, but then, she mused, she would be without a job.

As the man threatened to set off a bomb, the fear clouded the hues of the citizens he took as his hostages. The end result was the innards of one man splashing the general area after he received a shot of the lethal eliminator. To add on, several innocents had to be paralyzed for them to be taken into therapy. It was a job that only the heartless bastard dogs of the system could do without batting an eyelash.

Once the chaos died, Lightning looked to the inspector beside her, no visible emotion showing on her face. “A days work finished,” she noted, her voice cold and distant.

#;lightning01 #[ please be nice...? ]

The smell of blood still lingered in his nostrils; metallic with a hint of fear. Kasamatsu leaned against a wall and massaged his temples eyes closed yet the scene was seared onto his retinas: blood spattered up the wall looking like someone had sprayed a hose of red paint, a heap of clothing lying underneath the stain, lumps of flesh scattered around the rags, and a single shoe on its side. It never got any easier seeing someone shot with a lethal elimination ‘bullet’. The first time he’d seen the Dominator change from a paralyser it was rather awe inspiring… until he saw what it did. Lunch was lost in a rather undignified manner in the back alley next to a bunch of debris. How the enforcers managed to deal with an exploding body without flinching was beyond him.

Farron had completed the job with aplomb; he couldn’t fault her handling at any turn, not that he really expected anything different. The enforcer was near militant. She followed orders without much question and use the Dominator without hesitating. The word ‘ruthless’ sprang to mind but it was more than that… it was the sheer efficiency with how she tackled their assignments that made her a force to be reckoned with. If both and Kanda and Farron were assigned together the poor sod would have zero chance of escaping. That was the competency of his ‘hounds’.

Kasamatsu lifted his head from his hands opening his eyes to look at his companion for the night. A brief smile passed over his lips as he shook his head ever so slightly. He pushed off from the wall and walked a few steps towards the carnage they’d created. “I’m afraid not, Farron,” he said turning back towards her, “we’ve still got a report to write for people in high places. We’re just the small fry sent to get our hands dirty.” The moment those words left his mouth he winced inwardly. Perfect choice of words. There was no point in trying to backtrack so he just stuck his hands into his pockets and looked down awkwardly wondering if she’d take offense.

a little help goes a long way → kasamatsu

Ah, there weren’t words to describe how much he loved seeing the shift in the inspector’s features, the change in his demeanor upon being hit by his provocations; his feelings being as obvious in his face as they were in his words. He had to admit it was always less fun to play with someone so honest, but that didn’t mean Imayoshi couldn’t twist their words at will.

In one swift gesture, he placed a hand over his chest in a rather theatrical manner. “Ya wound me!” Words dripping sarcasm, he still intended to sound as hurt as possible. "Still, I know deep inside ya do care. Ya wouldn’t have wasted yer breath warnin’ me if ya didn’t, am I wrong?" An air of superiority surrounds him as he tilted his head lightly to the side, smirking in anticipation. "But don’t ya worry. There will be no consequences. I’m an important piece in this game of tag—a valuable member of society, just like ya."

Seeing the other’s stance relax, the informant couldn’t help but to mimick him, although a somewhat mischievous mask was still set in place. “Don’t hide yerself behind fake skepticism, Kasamatsu. I’m human, too—” Lips parting to let out a gasp, Imayoshi brought a hand to his mouth for a brief moment. “Don’t tell me yer jealous! It’s okay, not everyone’s lucky with love. I’m sure ya will find yerself some nice lady to spend yer life with eventually.” Not that he seemed interested in such matters anyway, but letting that chance to tease him further was not something he saw himself capable of affording.

The accusing finger and sharp recrimination only prompted him to appear all the more amused. The ever so strict Kasamatsu Yukio might be too honest, too rigid and too bossy for his taste, but the fact that he had little trouble catching onto him was always thrilling. Perhaps he already knew the fox too well; perhaps he was just a bit like him. "Seems ya got me. What can I say, I’ve always been ambitious, and I did choose this job on my own free will. ‘Sides, danger is subjective. It’s not hard find the fun in roamin’ that district’s rotten streets after a while.” For someone like him, at least. "Many things! Where to start, where to start… Let’s say this little mouse has a thing for roleplaying—who knows on how many contexts.” Leaning forward, he rested both forearms on the table. "As far as I’m concerned, he has already impersonated over ten people, both online and in person. No one important, though. It’s weird, but ya know, it’s still identity theft. However… there’s somethin’ even more fishy ‘bout it."

#;hc #;meme answer #puzzlingprose #;inbox

Oh now he was really taking the piss. With an expression of utmost boredom painted on his face Kasamatsu flipped his grinning friend off. “Did you really think that would get under my skin? I’m married to my job,” he smiled drily, “the system is the only woman in my life. The day I get a mistress is the day this all collapses.” Waving his hand around at the canteen around them the younger of the two continued on, “even if I did have the inclination to pursue a relationship it would never work. That’s how it is working for MWSPB: Sibyl before everyone.” Besides I’m pretty shit at talking to women. The last time he’d tried to chat someone up he’d stopped before he’d even started. Nervous shaking and a scarlet face was hardly going to seduce anyone; the most he’d get would be a pity date and that was almost worse.

“Danger may be subjective but it’s never a laughing matter. ‘A rose by any other name would smell as sweet’ you know.” He tilted his head to the side and sighed. Honestly. Imayoshi may be intelligent but sometimes he just came of f as seemingly reckless. “Roleplaying?” The black eyebrows shot up in surprise as wrinkles marred Kasamatsu’s forehead. Identity theft wasn’t anything new but ever since the system had been implemented it had fallen drastically. It was exceedingly difficult to fool the scanners placed around the city. Hacking into someone’s commufield was easier but still relatively uncommon. And people who had stolen over five identities were even more rare. “Shit. So we’re looking for someone who’s a good actor as well as an accomplished hacker. Maybe even a murderer… even though we haven’t had any missing persons alerts lately. Geez…”

He leaned back and rolled his head from side to side cracking his stiff neck. “And all this coming from District X?” Thoughtful eyes stared into space as Kasamatsu grew silent for a few moments turning the pieces of information that he’d just heard over inside his mind. Fishy. “Imayoshi,” he began quietly still half in his own head, “what exactly do you mean by fishy? Are you implying that there’s more behind these identity thefts than what we see on the surface? If so I think you should tell me.” Even though it’d make things hell of a lot more complicated. Kasamatsu didn’t fancy being the one to talk to the brass about someone stealing people’s lives for some perverse power fantasy and fancied it even less if there was something significantly darker driving the suspect.

#;imayoshi01

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✦ : Fatal flaw

Curiousity. You know what they say, “curiousity killed the cat” and all that. Now, some curiousity is plain healthy but too much of it—particularly under the watchful eye of the system—can lead to some rather sticky consequences. Once Kasamatsu picks up a lead he’ll not let it go.

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

Kasamatsu enjoys listening to music and will do so to and from work. His taste is quite varied though he has a preference for songs with a rapid tempo.

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they’ve had

If I snap and kill Imayoshi, could I get away with it?

a little help goes a long way → kasamatsu

"Aww, are ya worried about me, Kasamatsu~?" Teasing words abandoned him with the only intention of, precisely, poke fun at the other. Knowing the inspector’s character, he was probably not too far off from reality, and actually, this stereotypical presumption suited him quite well. On the other hand, there was barely anything he could say to defend himself from the truth that bore Kasamatsu’s speech. Granted, plenty of other forms of entertainment would have been a healthier choice for a person in his position, but where was the fun in that? It wasn’t his fault that he had a preference for peculiar pastimes; it wasn’t his fault that this particular hobby was so demanding as to need the partaking of at least another person.

A soft hum vibrated in the back of the taller male’s throat, his smile always kept in place. It would have been wise to ignore his rant, yet even Imayoshi felt the need to justify himself sometimes. "Ya shouldn’t be such a worrywart. Haven’t ya got enough in yer plate already? ‘Sides, I’m fully capable on my own. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for those ‘psycho games’ yer talkin’ ‘bout." For one, his voice became a tad gentler. "And it’s worth it, really. It’d be a waste to not exploit this job’s possibilities. Yer makin’ it sound like I’m a criminal—and stop scowling so much. Yer face’ll look like a raisin by the time yer thirty." And with that, the informant shifted in his chair to lean in and playfully prod in between the other man’s eyebrows.

His apparently harmless intentions were always to be misunderstood, it seemed. The smirk and sharp words forced a gasp out of him, one of his hands reaching to hold the fabric of his shirt right where his heart was—or should be, according to some people who doubted Imayoshi even had one. "So mean! I did have a girlfriend once, you know!" And though those kind of attacks didn’t have much of an effect on him, he did sound genuinely hurt for a moment. Luckily, seeing Kasamatsu frown once again was a gesture that practically brought his usual self back to life.

"Hmm…" Imayoshi adopted a pensive demeanor for a few seconds before that implacable grin of his was back on his lips again. "That’d be makin’ it too easy for ya." Arms came to rest on the table as the informant relaxed his shoulders, his gaze fixed intently on the man opposite. “The X District has some really shabby places, ya know? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Roamin’ ‘round there ‘s like willingly venturin’ into the lion’s den.” And yer mark seems to have quite the flourishin’ bussiness there.

#;imayoshi01 #[ shoves this at you ]

Worrywart. A vein throbbed in Kasamatsu's temple as he grinned darkly. "The hell are you on about, Imayoshi. There's no one who'd be worried about you. I just thought it civil to warn you that there will be consequences to your... way of life. Sooner or later our actions will have to be accounted for. I just hope the Sibyl System has something nice in store for you... not that you really deserve it by any means." A portion of what he said was true: he wasn't worried about Imayoshi—whatever happened to him was his own problem and fault—but at the same time he'd rather not lose a valuable coworker so... in a way he was worried about him. But it was for a rather selfish reason.

Kasamatsu laughed softly and shook his head slowly before leaning back in his chair once more teetering on the back two legs. His expression was soft and somewhat amused as he regarded Imayoshi with tired yet alert eyes. "You? You had a girlfriend? You must be kidding. I honestly didn't think you had it in you... and I still don't. Ha! The day you get a girlfriend is the day I short circuit a drone." As much as that sounded there was no way that sly devil could ever find someone to put up with him. It was such an amusing image—Imayoshi on a date—that Kasamatsu couldn't help but chuckle once more. He would almost pay to see him out on a dinner date making small talk and whatnot.

And it was back to reality. Snapping to business mode instantly he leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table. District X, huh? Figures. Everything eventually led back to that shit hole. "Ah, when have you ever been daunted by danger?" he said with a smirk and pointed a finger at him, "you'd do pretty much anything to get your hands on a piece of really good intel, including wandering around that hell. After all, you get paid to do it so what's the problem?" Well, the problem would probably be the fact that he could get killed but hey, it was one of the risks of working for the MWSPB. "But in all seriousness," Kasamatsu's face grew harder, "what did you find out?"

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⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

A 'minor' flaw would be Kasamatsu's rather prickly exterior that when paired with equally as grumpy colleagues ends in a snark fest to end all snark fests. But beneath that he's actually relatively easy going.

✭ : An obscure interest

To be honest there really isn't anything obscure about his hobbies and interests at all. Though now a days his interest in traditional profiling from before the system was in place is seen as rather weird and outdated.

#;hc #;meme answer #enveigle #;inbox

⋆ Detailed Headcanon Prompter! ⋆

⋆ : Minor personality flaw or quirk

✢ : Physical advantage

✣ : Physical disability/disadvantage

✦ : Fatal flaw

✧ : Mental or emotional strength

❋ : Belief they have

✩ : Belief they've questioned/struggled with

✪ : Critique they have about others

✫ : Pet peeve

✬ : Something minor they enjoy

✭ : An obscure interest

✮ : A moral standard

✯ : Way they could see themselves dying

✰ : Weird thing they want to try or have tried

★ : A socially unacceptable thought they've had

✱ : Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

✲ : Something or someone they down right hate

#;ask meme

Dreams || Kasamatsu

The younger man leaned back in his chair, just looking at the screen in front of him. Kasamatsu wasn’t ordering him to stay, so he could just go home and sleep. Except, he really didn’t want to see what his subconscious had in store for him. He slowly turned to his Inspector. “Farron is going to end up without a job if we keep doing this.” He said as serious as possible.

With that said, he stood up to take half of the files on the other’s desk and got to work. He decided he would leave once he couldn’t even make out the words. A few more hours never killed anyone.

"Don’t you dare throw anything at me if I fall asleep."

A bark of laughter escaped Kasamatsu's lips as he touched his tablet to turn it on, the blue light of his screen casting a pallid glow on his face. "I highly doubt that Farron will be without work. The Sibyl System is running 24/7 365 days a year; there will always be work for us here at the MWSPB. Which kind of sucks for us." But to be honest there's nowhere I'd rather be.

Tapping the screen absently he pulled up a half finished report on some geezer who was currently undergoing some intensive emotional therapy in attempt to clear up his hue and crime coefficient. There was some indication that it was having the desired result so he could probably be reintegrated into society again. What a freakin' happy ending, eh? Kasamatsu mused as he went to work on finishing it off. He snorted at Kanda's comment and nodded slightly to show that he had heard.

After a few minutes he quietly asked, "So how did you become an Enforcer anyway? If you don't want to talk about it that's okay too..."

#;kanda01

miniatos

whoops. I did it again. | kasamxtsus

The blond idly watches the clock, awaiting for his meeting to be adjourned. The meeting, of course, went over and that annoyed the male to no known ends. Trip kept a schedule, as unorganized as he was to be. It wasn’t tight or anything, but still. He kept one and this was messing it up. As soon as they declared it over? He bolted out of there. As fast as he could. Into the halls he went and what would you know? It was a wonder that he hadn’t crashed into anybody on his way. That would be very unfortunate for the other person involved in the collision. The blond was built like a freight train.

But as he gets out onto the streets, he quickly realizes that he’s left his bag behind. Damn. He just wanted out of here. To head home and relax in his bed, maybe take a nap after a quick shower. But no. Heading back in, he looks around for his bag and soon finds it and then he’s quickly leaving again. Out into the streets and straight into somebody. Oh. This was bad.

Blinking he looks and offers a smile. Its obviously fake.

"Sorry."

#;trip01 #[ gosh trip how rude ]

His shift was over. Kasamatsu glanced at his screen just to make sure that it was, in fact, time to split even if it felt like he was never actually off duty. But today... today he'd make an effort to go home, shower, and eat a relatively good meal. Maybe he'd settle down on the couch with one of the numerous ebooks he'd been meaning to read or maybe one of his older physical books that he'd managed to save from incineration. Either way relaxation was at the top of his list.

After he picked up his belongings he headed for the door as he put his headphones on letting the music drown out everything around. Head bobbing to the beat—which must've looked funny to all those he passed—Kasamatsu headed out onto the crowded street turning to go towards his apartment when he suddenly felt something akin to a freight train running to him. The sheer force of the collision caused him to fall right onto his ass with a grunt.

What the fuck? Looking up his gaze lands on a blond male not much older than himself with a smile on his face. Kasamatsu frowned and dusted himself off as he stood up. "What the hell was that? Are you part android or something?" he asked rather loudly before realising he was still wearing his headphones. Removing them he once more met the stranger eyes which sent a rather cold chill down his spine—call it Inspector intuition but that guy was trouble. "Ah. Do I know from somewhere?"

"M-my flatmate is a woman..." How could this happen to him? This was a fucking cruel joke. God damn it. Thanks Sibyl.

#sc ic #sc musing #[ poor kasamatsu. he doesn't do well with the pretty ladies ]#perceptivum

miniatos

"Because I’m an informant, that makes me trash?" What an odd way to look at these things. He didn’t really care what people thought of him, but still.

#[ I STILL HAVE THE STARTER IN ME DRAFTS ]#[ I'm just in a dry spot rn so... :c ]

"Nah, it's your personality that makes you trash." Really now, he couldn't leave well enough alone?

I STARTED PSYCHO PASS TODAY. PLEASE SEND HELP. I will finish it tomorrow and be v. upset I know it. I'm also feeling the Kogami muse... and others.

#sc ooc #tbd

Dreams || Kasamatsu

Kanda narrowed his eyes at Kasamatsu, not used to him being relaxed around the young Enforcer. He slowly turned his gaze to his, now empty, coffee mug. “I’m pretty sure my heart will give out if I have any more.” he said with a tired laugh. “Water’s fine, though.”

Kanda bit back a yawn and reached up to fix his loose ponytail, annoyed that it kept falling down. He was thinking about just taking off when he heard Kasamatsu say something.

"Come again?" He asked.

#sc ooc #[ just a small psa ]

"I said," Kasamatsu called over his shoulder as he walked out towards the coffee machine, "'or are you already buzzed beyond repair'." He looked around the deserted corridors as he whistled softly strolling casually to where one of the coffee machines stood. Waiting for his cup to be filled with liquid fuel he turned his gaze out the window. It was a breath taking view. The city was beautiful—there was no denying that—but it had its dark underbelly that he as an Inspector got to see on a daily basis.

Milk and sugar turned the near black coffee into a smooth, creamy brown as he stirred it absently. Kanda was a bit of an enigma really. But then again he didn't really talk much to his Enforcers at all... mainly because they could never have a civil conversation; it always derailed into insults. Even though they never saw eye to eye Kasamatsu wouldn't swap Kanda or Farron out for the world: they were a comprehensive unit and they got the job done.

Walking in to the their office again, he placed the cup of water on Kanda's desk. "Are you going to go back to your room or are you going to keep me company and work some more? There are always reports to filled out you know," he said softly with a grin. "It's your choice." He took a small sip of coffee and immediately felt better. Now... to work.

#;kanda01

flops onto dash. you know how I said I was gonna get to my replies today? Yeah, well... nah son. I was out all day and then I bought Harvest Moon (it was used and cheap) which I then spent the day playing and then my parents and I watched Dead Poet's Society (and cried oh my god). So... replies will be done in the coming days. Stay tuned yo.

Dreams || Kasamatsu

Kanda was halfway to dozing off in his chair when Kasamatsu spoke. Though he was startled by the sudden voice, he wasn’t surprised that the Inspector had come in to work already. The man practically lived at his desk, always typing away at his computer with an intense look on his face.

To be honest, the two men had never seen eye to eye; scowls appearing on their faces as soon as the other walked into a room. There was always something that sparked an argument between the two. The only reason Kanda hadn’t beaten him to a pulp yet was the fact that he didn’t want a one-way ticket back to the Institution. However, this time the Enforcer didn’t feel irritated from seeing Kasamatsu. Maybe the lack of sleep was finally getting to him.

Kanda cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, not really looking at the Inspector. “Can’t sleep. I’m finishing up some work for the others.” He mumbled, not having the energy to give a witty retort.

Kasamatsu's brows furrowed somewhat worriedly. He hadn't pegged Kanda to be one to suffer from insomnia but then again he didn't really know him at all. Their personalities clashed which meant they often kept their distance from each other but he couldn't deny the fact that the Enforcer was very diligent and hard working, something that he respected immensely. It was just that attitude of his... not that Kasamatsu could talk. His prickly exterior wasn't exactly conducive to a happy work environment.

Choosing not to pry he stretched out keeping a lazy eye trained on the other. "It's just one of those nights, huh?" he said lightly before walking over to his own desk and glancing at the various dossiers he'd neatly stacked in anticipation for tomorrow's workload. He grimaced. This called for coffee. Pronto. "Kanda, do you need a coffee refill?" he asked over his shoulder as he grabbed his own mug from one of the drawers in his desk, "Or are you already buzzed beyond repair?"

#;kanda01

Dreams || Kasamatsu

He was already on his third cup of coffee and was positive that if he had anymore, he would have a caffeine overload. He didn’t care, though. He preferred that over falling asleep. Which explains why he was in the office at 3am instead of his apartment. Work kept him busy and, therefore, awake. He knew that if he fell asleep, he would dream. And if he dreams, he would see those things.

For the past two weeks, Kanda had been having the same stupid dream. He was on a battlefield, that much he could tell but, instead of a gun, he had a sword in his hand. Slicing away at what he could only describe as monsters. He also knew he wasn’t fighting alone. Yet, whenever he tried to look at someone else’s face, it was all out of focus. If he said something to them, they wouldn’t respond.

Every night, he would wake up in a cold sweat and breathing heavily, so for the past few days, he’d been avoiding sleep whenever he could. The others would notice but never said anything. As long as he could do his job, they didn’t care.