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Saitou Yakumo from Psychic Detective Yakumo

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

“Oh, really? Looks like it is.” Upon knowing that the man didn’t have any other option but to answer all of his inquiries Ranmaru kept on asking, perhaps to satiate his curiosity or perhaps just to have a nice time; you didn’t see Saitô Kumichô flustering this hard everyday.

Though now it seemed as though the topic turned to be something more important, at least for the Kumichô. “Do you mean that….you know, it doesn’t work?” His face, his expresion, quickly shifted in disbelieve, Saitô was still young, wasn’t he? Plus only old men suffered from…well. One can easily tell.

 “Kumichô, please if you need help this soldier is here to aid. I know some people that can make certain medicine to help you.” He only wanted the very best for the Kumichô.

[uncloudedblade]

[❊] —Saitou’s eyes widened, heat blooming rapidly in his cheeks. He fought to dispel the expression as quickly as he could, but the hot blush remained. “Iie,” he answered. “There is no physical issue.” He was sure it worked. Even if he hadn’t put it to that use yet, Saitou figured he would know if there was something wrong with that part of his body.

Medicines? No. No, he certainly didn’t need any medicines. Did Honda genuinely believe he was being helpful or was he simply trying to get a rise out of the captain? In the end, it didn’t matter. Saitou’s only wish was for the conversation to stop.

“Whatever my reasons, it is a personal affair,” he said pointedly, flicking a somewhat sharp, and rather icy, glance towards his comrade.

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

              Ah, but there was no way to explain with words how much Ranmaru enjoyed seeing the precious Kumichô blushing. It was one of the greatest presents he could get, meaning that he probably touched a topic that Saitô did not enjoy to talk about at all. Such a sweet victory indeed. 

“It is just my honest and sincere need to aid my treasured Kumichô, even though I do not belong to your division. It’s my duty after all.” But then Ranmaru realizes that his fun could cost him quite a lot and it’ll be a better idea to leave the topic there. “So, when are we moving to the temple?” 

[shinsengumispy]

{ ☭ }

Battle Theme: A Chance Meeting - Threads of Fate 

Battle intro: “Thank you for agreeing to spar with me, Honda-san.”

Victory: “Oh? Have my skills increased this much?”

Defeat: “Heh, as expected of a captain.”

Taunt: “There really is no need to go easy on me, Honda-san.”

Reacting to Taunt: “I suppose I will have to try harder now.”

Tie: “Is it over already?” 

Perfect Victory: “Ah! Are you alright, Honda-san?”

Final Finisher: “Shall I show you how much I have improved?”

- - TAG QUOTES - -

Assist: “I will take on this lot then!”

Your muse down during Assist: “Please stop playing around, Honda-san.” 

Using item on your muse: “Please use it sparingly!”

Healing/Buffing your muse: “This should help!”

Tag Team Special: “It’s about time to close things up, isn’t it?”

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

“I see.” What a pity then. Ranmaru said as he shifted his eyes from the man in front of him to the ground and kicked a little rock near him. “Cannot be helped…I guess.” He lightly laughs to himself.

“Honda Ranmaru, nice to meet you.” So that was the one in charge of recruiting? Well, it was somehow unexpected but beggars cannot be choosers. However he did indeed expect of Hijikata to recognize his surname, hoping that it would be enough to credit him and his skills. Upon seeing the black haired man walking Ranmaru decided to follow him.  “I believe there aren’t many people up for becoming part of the Roshigumi, hm?”A careless voice speaks.”  I mean…” Then he lowers his tone,  almost whispering.  “… not like the organization is recognized by the Daimyô or the Shogun.”

  Ranmaru in fact was showing his will to join them as a favor to the so called Roshigumi. “Though I found it interesting and thus I decided joining to the cause.”

[shinsennotoshi]

The younger man’s name, despite carrying the status of a pureblood samurai, rolled right off the vice commander’s back. He didn’t care what the man’s name was, or anyone for that matter, whether farmer or samurai; what mattered was skill and dedication. Something about Ranmaru suggested to Hijikata that he was hoping his born samurai status would help him into the Roshigumi. He only hoped this assumption was wrong.

Hijikata continued walking towards the training grounds, relying on the sound of the other swordsman’s footsteps to signify he was following along. He remained silent, feeling the scratch of irritation at the back of his neck as he listened to the young man speak. The older swordsman was accustomed to listening carefully to things whispered behind his back regularly, catching what Ranmaru had mumbled without trouble.

Pausing, he turned to face the new recruit and folded his arms over his chest. “Let’s get one thing clear. I don’t give a shit if you’re a born samurai. If you have no intentions of dying for the Roshigumi’s cause, you don’t belong here,” his gaze narrowed as he spoke, feeling the egoistical edge of the young man’s words and despising it. “This isn’t a game. We’re not taking you in if you’re not serious.”

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

          Ranmaru idly walks, following Hijikata. He is definitely in no hurry. Then he abruptly stops his walk to listen what the other man had to say to him. His expression remains serene, but shortly after Hijikata finishes, what could be considered an inspirational speech, an empty smile plays on the corner of his lips.

                                         “I’d kill for the Roshigumi’s cause.” 

And he never meant something as much as he did with that statement. “Believe me, I wouldn’t be risking my life because of nothing.” His hedonistic side was speaking now. He was there for the nasty part, for the one that stained one’s clothes in a burgundy color. Ranmaru didn’t enjoy much being the face of something, that did not give him much fun to enjoy.

“Nowadays there isn’t much i can do as a samurai, is it? I’ll gladly become part of such a noble cause.” His intention was to show how amiable he could be, even if it was faking it; but just a tiny bit. But, anyways, he was certain about his acceptance and warm welcoming to the Roshigumi.

[kumoxito]

OOC. I need some more threads here so please like this post for a starter!

[techmosamson]

"Is it true that..." Finish it in my ask box!

[goodishmusic]

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[ichiyanagis-blog]

[tamaiger]

[kumoxito]

name : Honda Ranmaru. alias ( nicknames ) : N/A  gender : Male age : 21/22 date of birth : January 1st spoken languages : Japanese romantic preference : N/A sexual preference : N/A occupation : Seventh division foot soldier  criminal record : N/A disorders: N/A eye colour : ice blue hair colour : black. height : 179. scars: Small scars on his hands and some other on his back burns : —

overweight : No. underweight : No colour : Red song :  Animals - Maroon 5 food : edamame

had sex : Yes had sex in public : No. gotten pregnant : No. kissed a boy : No. kissed a girl : Yes. gotten tattoos : no gotten piercings : no  smoked / drank / done drugs : No/Yes/No. had a broken heart : No been in love : No needed surgery :  — stayed up for more than 24 hours : Yes. a virgin : No a cuddler : Not really.  a kisser : Depends on the situation. scared easily : No. jealous easily : No trustworthy : At all, though his loyal to the shinsengumi for no apparent reason. single : Yes in a relationship : No considered mean : Of course harmed themselves : No thought of suicide : No attempted suicide : No. wanted to kill someone : Usually he does. have / had a job : Soldier fears :  tba siblings : two older siblings and a younger brother. parents : tba other :  — children : None pet(s) : —

[justanotherrpmeme]

bold which habits your muse has

[kumoxito]

nail biting | throat clearing | lying  | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming / singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

[uncloudedblade]

[❊] — Mates? Did Honda have no respect for the chain of command? It wasn’t as if Saitou talked to, well, anyone about his personal feelings or affairs on a regular basis. Or at all, really.

And it seemed his comrade had no intentions of stopping. 

The redness in Saitou’s cheeks deepened. “That is…not the reason.” He looked down at the now empty rice-bowl, trying to think of a way he could excuse himself subtly. But he had promised to practice with the other soldier. Hopefully the questions would end.

“It is nothing of your concern.”

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

“Oh, really? Looks like it is.” Upon knowing that the man didn’t have any other option but to answer all of his inquiries Ranmaru kept on asking, perhaps to satiate his curiosity or perhaps just to have a nice time; you didn’t see Saitô Kumichô flustering this hard everyday.

Though now it seemed as though the topic turned to be something more important, at least for the Kumichô. “Do you mean that....you know, it doesn’t work?” His face, his expresion, quickly shifted in disbelieve, Saitô was still young, wasn’t he? Plus only old men suffered from...well. One can easily tell.

 “Kumichô, please if you need help this soldier is here to aid. I know some people that can make certain medicine to help you.” He only wanted the very best for the Kumichô.

[satsumas-kunoichi]

“Ah, sou…” Izumi scoffed, looking the man directly in the eye. She wasn’t appreciating his attitude, so she would easily deliver it right back. Women like me…? Her eyes narrowed; the more he became defensive about it, the more she wished to push the envelope with him. “If you do not… see my appeal… then you… must have strange… tastes… correct?” she asked, smiling venomously.

How is it that once most men began talking with her, they felt the need to place their hands on their swords? Were they simply making due for the mean time? Were they trying to boast? The taiyuu didn’t exactly sing praises for most of them, certainly not the small fry like that. Examining her nails, Izumi glanced up at him once again, grey eyes reflecting the skies at dawn, despite it being afternoon. “And… if I do not… move…?” she challenged. “After all… I am a lady… perhaps you… should move… for me…?”

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

He actually found amusing how just a few words could make the unwanted lady go mad. Though it didn’t mean that he wanted her to stand there. “Actually, I consider myself as the owner of a gifted sight and taste and I can tell that you, definitely, you  aren’t really….pretty? yeah, that’d be the most accurate word. I mean, that’s alright we all come in different shapes and colors but I wouldn’t pay a koban for you not even free. Like, I want to think I still own some decency; you see.”  He couldn’t settle for so little.

Though at her next statement Ranmaru couldn’t help but to shake his head, shrug and leave a deep sigh.  He couldn’t believe how someone like her could think so big of herself. “Demanding, aren’t we? I would consider moving if this wasn’t the headquarters of the Shinsengumi, if I wasn’t one of their samurai and, maybe if you actually happened to look like a cute girl but.” He shrugs. “That is not the case.”

[corpsepartymemes]

For every “✖” I get, my Muse’s “Darkening Meter” will rise by 10%, driving them more and more insane! If you get them to 100%, you get a small drabble of their final moments before being completely enveloped!

[asahiis]

Saitou Yakumo

[yoshiiwara-deactivated20180812]

[uncloudedblade]

[❊] — The meaning behind Honda’s lewd gestures was unmistakable. A fresh wave of heat rushed over Saitou. His expression remained blank, despite the darkening of his cheeks. Cobalt eyes narrowed slightly. “It is inappropriate to ask such a question.” Saitou was his superior, after all.

However, the captain realized that if he didn’t answer the question, it would only goad on his comrade more. “No. We have not.” 

[kumoxito]

【蜘】―

That was the reaction he sought.; Saitô’s expression amused him to no end.  “It is not, we’re mates after all. You can ask me whenever you wish and I’ll be honest to you.” Maybe, that affirmation wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.

“Ohh? How so? I thought she was pretty. Don’t you have some money saved, you can always rent a room, Kumichô.”