Ginoza Nobuchika

Ginoza Nobuchika 誰かを愛することなんてできるわけなくって だけど誰かに愛されたくて Weapon: Water gun Lodging: District Epsilon Ranking: Nobody

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She’d definitely hit a nerve there, with the monk comment. The Siren was prepared to step back a foot or two, to face the oncoming storm—

But a blast of water to the face wasn’t quite what Maya had expected. Gasping in shock as the cold liquid made contact with her body, she stumbled a few feet back. Hair dripping wet and clinging to her fact, the Siren waited for no excuse to be made for the attack. Quick as she could, Maya once again drew her water gun, aiming right back at the man.

“Surprise attack, huh? I see how it is—!” And wrenched the water pump as hard as she could.

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It was too late. Within the few seconds between his attack and her reaction, he knew that the woman wouldn't be forgiving him even if it was an honest mistake. This was why outdated technology was bad: they were inconvenient and prone to malfunction.

"Hold your fire!" Nobuchika held up his hand, gesturing her to stop. "I already told you it was an acci--"

Before he could finish to explain himself, a torrent of water hit his face for a second time. He couldn't believe the rogue had decided to ignore his plea-- and now his glasses were completely smudged with water! Quickly, the man took refuge behind the concrete wall of the fountain where his gun was previously stuck. Technically, the woman wasn't obstructing justice as he was no longer an officer in this place, but something had to be done before the ex-inspector could become any more unsightly.

"Truce! I call truce!" Nobuchika called out from behind his hiding place.

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Woah, this guy was angry. He might not have raised his voice very much at all, but he sure meant business. Quite frankly, Maya was surprised he hadn’t- She probably did deserve it. The Siren watched as he turned away and attempted to calm himself, and opened her mouth to speak again.

“Reflect on my actions…?” Oh, boy. Maya had to resist rolling her eyes at the familiarity in that statement. “Geeze, you sound like the Monks in the abbey. There’s not much to reflect on.”

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Such resistance to order... Nobuchika was the serious and composed type, but there were still few people who knew the exact way to flip his switch. Among the ranks of Kagari or Kougami, he would list her among those troublemakers. The mention of the 'monks' confused him and more importantly, somehow hurt his pride. Though he didn't pay attention to certain details, he was still a young man in his (late) twenties. To be compared to a monk at this age is a little...

"I'll give you something to reflect on--" Just as he turned around, his weapon, larger than the type he was used to manipulate, hit the nearby spigot and accidentally got itself stuck. The water gun then sprayed towards the woman's direction. In a panic, the inspector quickly pulled the gun out, releasing the trigger... but the deed was already done.

"Wait-- No! That's not-- Wait, that was my mistake--!"

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“Well, yes. I’ve already spent some time here, so guess there’s no point in worrying too much about everything,” she shrugged. “Although this city isn’t exactly the most friendly place to stay in, it’s bearable if you adapt.”

It seemed obvious he had no knowledge about the situation, having just come out of the scientist’s room. As an acquaintance, Akane felt the need to help him somehow— even if it was Ginoza, with whom she clashed more often than not.

“Should I find you a better place to sleep?”

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"Some time, huh..." The male repeated under his breath. He couldn't remember the day a generalized doubt started to settle within him, but the bind they found themselves in this time gave him more of a reason to doubt his own competence. He tried, very hard, but he still couldn't break free from that streak of defeat when it came to protecting people.

"That won't be necessary." That was his response to Tsunemori's offer, but... there really wasn't any reason to decline. Quickly enough, he regretted letting his pride act faster than his rationale. Very rare were the times he had to interact with this girl outside work and this seemed like one of those times. "...There is no need to disaccommodate yourself for me. If I can ask you for some pointers, I will find my way."

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Maya lowered her gun, face scrunched in a grimace. This guy didn’t look too happy about getting sprayed by a water gun. She waited those few long moments before he spoke, taking the time to give him a good once-over.

Well, other than his head, the guy didn’t appear to have gotten soaked anywhere else- At least, Maya didn’t think so. So that was more or less of a good thing, and maybe- just maybe- it lowered her chances of being shot with the water gun that he also possessed (though half of her hoped that he would- It’d be something to do in this damn city that didn’t require money she didn’t have).

“A duel,” the siren repeated. “Uh… No, no duels or anything like that. Looks like I got you good, huh?”

That probably wasn’t the best thing to say to someone you just soaked with water.

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"Wha--"

It might have passed inaudible for most, but Nobuchika indeed heard a fuse blowing at that moment. This woman... Explaining herself would have been one thing, but rubbing salt into the wound was another.

"Instead of gloating over this like an accomplishment, reflect rigorously on your actions!" Even without raising his voice, it still echoed much anger. That might have been another fuse going missing. Like a teacher displeased with a student or like a superior correcting a subordinate, the man scolded the stranger. But with that done, he turned his face slightly away, remembering to ease down and not letting these mundane occurrences affect his hue.

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This weapon...

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Everything was entirely too mundane; everyone had every right to pursue whatever they wished so long as it fell within the outlines offered by the pseudo-oligarchy of scientists — himself included. Freedom was an interesting concept to grasp for a man whose life had been dictated by a supposed infallible system, let alone for a hunting dog that had been tied to a leash and caged.

Reclining in the chair closest to the window of a small cafe, he glanced out the window as pedestrians crawled through the streets, going about their own lives. A warm feeling spread through the palm of his hand as he brought a cup of coffee to his lips, draining the rest of the savory drink in a single gulp. Oddities sprung up frequently in the city, one after another without much of a cool-down period. Though there were a number of little things that had surprised him in the beginning, hardly any time had passed before the surprises had been greatly reduced once he had adapted to his surroundings, allowing him to resume his usual observers’ stance when work was not cluttering his thoughts.

But as he placed some coins and bills on the table and stood up, a mild surprise caught his attention from across the street. A small smile briefly flitting across his lips, he exited the shop and made his way towards his old colleague, taking note of the typical air of stress surrounding the Inspector.

“Maybe something will work out for once if you change your attitude, Gino.”

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Just as Nobuchika was twisting the faucet closed, a voice caught his off guard. This voice, of course he knew it well. Aside from the mission to apprehend the criminal mastermind, this rogue was also one he vowed to bring back to the Bureau. Taking into account that the situation has evolved this much, his response also need to adjusted. For the better or for the worst, that was yet to be determined. But first...

"Ah, my glasses." Due to his earlier moment of inattention, the inspector allowed few drops of water to land on his glasses. Almost instinctively, he took out only the handkerchief to clean the lenses, deciding to leave out the spray for the moment. After confirming the person who was now standing next to him with just a side glance, Nobuchika turned his head back. Considering who his interlocutor was, a greeting was deemed unnecessary. 

"Look at the bigger picture here. My attitude has nothing to do with this." He corrected.

"Seriously. Your laid back stance at a time like this is a problem too, Kougami."

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♔ The Drinking Game

“This will suffice.”

By her noted preference, Nero’s table had been set up in sector 06. As the only area granting her the aromatic scents of blooming flowers and the wondrous view of luscious strips of green, there was no other choice. It was blasphemous enough being forced to accommodate in sector 01’s quizzical nature. To set up stand there? She would have none of it.

With a short ahem, she began.

“Come! Those who wish to test their tolerance against I — Emperor Nero — my spirit beckons you forth! I challenge those brave enough to a game of drink and will… and will reward those who win with whatever they so desire.”

The saber sat, surround by cases of liquor. liquor and more liquor — and if asked where she received these dizzy delights, her response summarized was: ‘It was given to the gods, so I took it.’

Now the waiting game.

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As contrasting as it was compared to his assigned district, Nobuchika had difficulty feeling any more at ease. What did he have to say about a woman in outrageous clothing inviting passersby to have liquor with her? That was without mentioning that the last he witnessed a decor meticulously arranged with flowers was at a murder scene.

Again, alcohol. Most people from his time avoided such depressants in fear of tainting their hues. He, himself, was already at a critical level. Any push could easily turn him into a latent criminal now... were he back home. Habits were hard to break, but while a part of him wanted to stay away from his father's image, another had already abandoned the will to maintain that balanced life.

Acting against his better conscience, Nobuchika sat down at the table. "I will take you up on that offer."

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[Maya is fiddling with her water gun. It was a poor substitute for a real gun- And she wasn’t quite sure how to get a real one back. It didn’t do anything at all by way of damage, and was incredibly inconvenient to reload. Of course, you could always hit people with it, but that wouldn’t be too effective. Fiddling around with it a bit more, Maya raised the gun, aimed down the sights, pushed in the pump, and—]

[—.. Sprays the nearest person with water. On “accident”, of course. Right? Right. Accident.]

“Oh, shit.”

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"..." 

Nobuchika remained silent for a while before he could come up with anything to say in this situation. From his pants pocket, the man took out a handkerchief to wipe off the water off his glasses. Rewinding back, he was in the midst of figuring out what to do considering his living standards were greatly diminished and just so suddenly, he was attacked by another person holding a weapon very similar to his. Just how much further must he be insulted just for existing in this town?

"If you are looking for a duel, I will have to decline." The man finally spoke up. Like her, he was also holding a water gun, but he had no leisure to start a childish game right here and now.

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This weapon...

Or whatever it was that they left him with. In the stead of his Dominator, what he found between his hands was a mere toy reeking a stench of urine, more familiarly called 'a super soaker full of cat pee' according to the note. It was either the scientists or a biased mod already had a spite against him or this was just the norm for new residents. Nobuchika was certainly facing a whole new level of pranks with this move, but thinking back... this type of treatment was something he endured before for many years until he reached the higher education, due to his father's disgrace.

The inspector had no use for the plastic gun, but perhaps it could find better use in other hands, not that he could think of many ways to use this toy without disrupting public peace. He made sure to empty the foul content into the street drains and soaked it properly with water from a park nearby the lower districts.

He stopped.

And realized how ridiculous this scene was. Ginoza Nobuchika was an executive officer mandated to hunt down the most dangerous criminal of the modern times and yet...

"This isn't going to work out." The man desperately whispered.

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“Mr. Ginoza? I had no idea you were in this city too,” she said in surprise at suddenly bumping into her old colleague. One closer look upon the residence he came out of answered all her questions.

“Ah… I see…”

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Things still didn't sink in just yet. Walking out of the facility he deduced was now his home felt just as taxing as walking out of a meeting with the higher ups. Before he could begin putting the pieces together, there he found the young rookie from his division back at the Bureau.

"Tsunemori?" Nobuchika turned back, verifying what it was that the young girl was paying attention to and as it turned out, it was only something this trivial.

"I see what this says about my situation when, at this point, you are only worried about the state of my residence."

The male let out a sigh, a sure sign of fatigue. "I assume you've grown accustomed to this."

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which son of a latent criminal changed my water gun to this

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

I am rarely ever in a bad mood.