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// if jigen had a monstersona, what would it be...
monster... monstersona... Alright...
Jigen would be am undead draconic monster, specifically a dracolich, one that hoards guns and precious gold and silver crowns. He has three heads to maintain a full 360 view of potential opponents and despite his undead status, gorges himself on food he cannot digest. Before he was undead, he hoarded food, and can't get over not having the tastebuds to enjoy it; however, that is the price of trading mortality for the endless protection of his enormous hoard of treasure. He breaths poison gas, and usually does not get many visitors. He prefers it that way.
An easy way to get him to relinquish some gold is to provide proof of, and perform a spell that lets him eat again. You'll get his unending loyalty if it's permanent, and that's tempting to many who are in need of powerful friends in a scary, monstrous world.
Maybe a cat would like your beard? What do you think, a cat for you?
" Shallow quality to base getting an animal on."
"Feeding it aside, pets are waste of resources. I've never met a cat that bothered with anyone other than itself,and they're never happy to see anyone. I can count how many times I've cleared a new hideout and have a whole colony scatter like roaches when I walk in the room."
Could you write about headcannons that Jigen has concerning some of his favorite things/preferences?
Hmmm.... I can for sure talk about his favorite food. It's sort of a strange thing, when you get used to eating quick bites or depending on whatever's nearby for food, favorites and pickiness sort of fade away, but contrarily, being a smoker suppresses appetite in the first place, so that leaves very little that gets eaten in the first place. So I have to say his favorite food has to be something robust and full of flavor and sharp smells, Because smoking suppresses your sense of smell, too. So it boils down to a white bean soup. (haha) Fragrant with jalapeno, thyme, pepper, it's a very hearty dish that can be put into a crockpot or simmered in a pot very, very slowly. The potatoes fill him up, the spice satisfies, and for a man who's constantly burning off most of what he eats with running from the police, it's all needed. This is unfortunately one of the recipes that takes the longest if he values soaking the beans, so it's a rare treat in the middle of the winter. He also enjoys a good Noir film now and then. As for preferences, it's hard to get specific about several things without this going on too long. Let's go with suits. We've seen Jigen have suits custom made for certain environments, but what would he wear if everywhere was a balmy 23 °C?
Cashmere. Linen and cotton is too itchy, silk isn't job friendly, and tweed is too ugly for his tastes. He's not too hard on his luck to keep getting his suits remade, but getting a new suit means pestering the tailor to use the right color to match his hat and it's nearly as big as an ordeal of going to the right barber to have a decent haircut; if he actually went to the barber. Cotton is good for all weather besides, but he doesn't like to feel too cheap, and even if he's not a white collar criminal, that doesn't mean he should look like he worries about shrinkage.
It'd be embarrassing to put on pants and find they've tightened up in all the wrong places after having to wash them himself- ( There's not always time to go get things dry-cleaned, you know.)
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We'll Get There Fast And Then We'll Take It Slow, by BirdyGoNow Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Lupin III, lupin - Fandom Rating: Explicit You ever have a partner that tries so hard that you start questioning where the line is ? For both of you?
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Hey everyone! for testing reasons, Jigen is getting moved to this multimuse I made! if everything goes well, he'll stay there. Everything is under construction, but I thought it would better than sending people to three different blogs. Here it is! All threads will carry over here.
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Sickness is, unfortunately, just one of those things. Unavoidable for the most part, and rarely something that can be easily cured by whatever he has laying around in the safehouse. Lupin counts himself lucky that he's got an immune system made of titanium, stubbornly keeping him healthy even during the times he takes the chance to play nurse. Times like this, for example, when he's keeping himself busy with the cooking and the cleaning and the seemingly endless runs to the store for paracetamol and bottled water.
Jigen's hat sits perched atop Lupin's head as he flits from task to task, something he'd probably picked up off the floor at some point and 'forgotten' to put back. It's not like his partner needs it right now, anyway - he's sure he can get away with showing it some love for the time being.
It stays in place even as he takes his place on the couch, hooking a foot under one leg of the end table and dragging the whole thing closer. That should, hopefully, bring the water within reach and prevent this same problem happening again in the future. It's something he probably should have considered earlier, and surely would have had he not been so taken aback by the image of his cool, confident gunman reduced to a sickly mess and fighting a war against his own stomach. It's rare enough of an occurrence that he even forgets it's a possibility, sometimes.
❝ Aww, ❞ he coos, ❝ my poor Jiji. I can hear you hackin' up a lung three streets over. ❞
He'd noticed within the last ten minutes that Lupin had been unusually active without it signaling his exit. He would've made his own by now to be at some doctor's door and demand medicine, if he just had the strength to leave the couch from which he'd heaved himself onto. Now, he was watching Lupin between waking moments and whenever he wasn't burying himself into a pillow. " Go awaaaay-hck-!" Protests are cut off by that lovely coating around his throat, stubbornly clinging to him like his misery. To ask either to take a hike may as well be asking a mosquito not to buzz in his ear and make light jabs about his current state. Jigen waves him off, though, the thoughtless action turns into a snatch, gulping the water down and wheezing wetly after. The glass is noisy when it plunks onto the table again, nearly careless enough to send it onto its' side. He was soon coating another tissue as his lungs reject more that doesn't belong in his system.
Though he may nudge with his foot to discourage the closeness, there's no power behind it.Jigen's weary eyes barely open to glance at his partner. They peer up at him, and ascertain his stolen hat must be reclaimed, though he lacks that bit of strength to do anything less than reach his hand up expectantly. " Light me up, or somethin... ..withdrawals are killin' me.."He clutches his chest when too deep a breath sends a sharp pain, and the chills start again like it was racing up his spine to remind him how poor his negotiations were naturally going to go.
@model19 said: Jigen's come in unannounced on this spooky night, but he's brought pumpkin proof syrup, and a bottle of bourbon, bitters, and two glasses to pour into. "Popular house."
❝ .. You're lucky I'm off-duty. ❞
As if. Someone like Zenigata is never off-duty, not even when he's working through a bottle of whiskey all by his lonesome. He meets the gunman's gaze with a grunt, the brim of his fedora just barely high enough to reveal that steely trademark glare as it softens. There's the beginnings of a smile, then, small and subtle-- ❝ C'mon and sit down before I change my mind. ❞
" Heh." Of course, there never was a day without excitement, and all of tonight's plans had yet to come to fruition. For now, he had something to fill up time with, and drain it all down with a fellow that could do more than guess the size of his boot. Jigen pours two old fashioned's, the bottle and remaining arrangement set on the table. If he was a little more artful, it could've been a picture advertisement for the liqueur.
" You're rarely festive." Or happy, so implies his tone.
" Kinda nice to see you smilin' without the wild look in your eye. Cards?" A deck is revealed from his suit pocket, pulling and shuffling it between his hands.
" The only secrets I keep are the funny ones."
A sneeze never meant much, and never needed more than a day to get over most little inconveniences like it. An allergy pill in the worst places was all the internal armor needed, and heavy rain meant occasionally being doused while trying to fight with a cheap umbrella.
For the last two days, all of that resiliency seems shed off. He was sprawled on the couch, limbs outstretched at all sides and half dressed. A sheet had been located and now halfway acquainted with the floor, sometimes dangling off his side before he would send it over his shoulders again. Nothing was comfortable, his chest was wracking with coughs at least once per hour, jerking him out of any dozing he was trying to relax into. Cigarettes were not happening, chewing tobacco failed as alternative with the rising amount of phelgm. The cold turkey effect had made him all the worse for temper.
When he would groan, his face was mostly pressed against an abused pillow, over warmed with time and crammed beneath himself when his stomach was rising, threatening to empty out wherever was quickest if he didn't command himself to swallow it down. Everything smelled foul. Maybe it was the trash can he'd dragged out that was ruining everything; the pleasant scent of meals was turning sour.
The glass of water at the end table is unreachable, though inches from him, his hand is a leaden weight that drops shy of the preciously cold elixir, the one pure solution that would not betray him if he could just get it down. Jigen, a man of decorum and cool-headed quips, was whining like a pathetic puppy in the rain.