𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑺 ╱ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙾𝚂

[subrosai]

SUBROSAi ╱ denotes 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐲 or 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 neo-latin for "under the rose" ⚘

𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟... JUNICHIRO WATANABE ? ﹙ the brain of jekyll & hide investigations. shinigami from japanese mythology. ﹚ —- 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲: intro. visage. pinterest. threads.

𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟... LUCIA OTIENO ? ﹙ the purgatario of divine comedy. tiamat from babylonian mythology. ﹚ —- 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲: intro. visage. pinterest. threads.

[subrosai]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : OLD PENSON, STOKER'S CRYPT. 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 : WATANABE, JUNICHIRO. 𝚃𝙾 : AL-WAZIR, LUCIEN. [  @killivize ]

the scent that follows once someone steps inside the stoker's crypt is not like any another. it's one that immediately makes junichiro feel at ease, tension seeping away from their shoulders, becoming one with the dusty and crumbling shop. it's only natural for them to be so at ease, for they grew up here, between the tall bookshelves, amongst the knick-knacks, and hidden books at every corner. while it's rare to pinpoint any stress on their features in the first place, to those very few who know him well, it is clear how different they become once they are here. it's another reason they prefer to not have any meetings jekyll & hyde related here, save for the files they bring over from time to time. and once they enter, their long and dark trenchcoat swiping the dusty floors, it's also not a surprise to see lucien there. despite decades of knowing each other, and a history junichiro does not like to think without a drink, and certainly not when it's daylight outside — their eyes are cold when they look over the work that the other has done. "did the new shipment arrive?" leaning around the counter, they pick up a box that rattles in their hands. they have a collection of various incense scents, a tradition from their grandfather that adds to the atmosphere. with the flick of their black zippo lighter, they light the end on fire, before blowing it so it can begin to burn slowly. "hope you made space, i think they might add a few dozen more just because they can't sell them."

[cabalxcalamity-deactivated20260]

and then? what'd he say?

"Oh, he threw me out the third story window." They chirp, picking up a straw that the waiter had left for them to put in their ice water (it was free, no additional charge for the ice -- and the fly that came in one of the ice cubes is just a tasty little bit of bonus protein...

(joking, he'd never actually eat the fly ... when his mentor is around. there are many things they would do in junichiro's company, but they have learned to temper their upbringing - each minute display of disgust or confusion or disappointment causes tsatha to hide a little bit more of themselves away so junichiro doesn't know too much about his life with the caretaker. they don't want to give junichiro any reason to put them to the side.)

"I landed in the recycling, which - that was pretty lucky, right - it was cardboard recycling, not bottles, and the people really sorted it out well, so! no damage! But I got it." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the notebook that they had been sent to get. They had gone as far as to put it in a zip lock back just in case it's contaminated or otherwise infested with something evil or otherwise gross. In fact, they were meeting their boss at the diner specifically so they could let them know how the mission had gone.

after his boss tells them to order whatever they want causes him to spin in his chair and openly gape. "I can't do that - that goes against all the rules of decency. The younger takes care of the older. You did your time with the ... the ...." oh hell, how did it always go in the movies and in the books? they can't remember, and yet, they're pretty sure that they're supposed to take care of their elders and not the other way around. Almost whining his words out, he can't help the gurgling groan of his stomach as it protests not being fed. Ice water minus one fly hasn't been sufficient breakfast. "I wasn't going to steal ... I was going to wait until they weren't looking and casually borrow the burger without the intention of giving it back. the best food to eat is the kind you steal for someone else's plate."

[subrosai]

something more serious shifts over their features, the tightening of their jaw, the disappearance of the ghost of a grin. "who was this again? remind me their name." their tone is colder, leaving no room for protest. and already, they are going through a plan in their mind to deal with this man at a certain point in the future. junichiro is not the type to be haste or irrational in their decisions, though their temper runs shorter when someone in their organization is being threatened or hurt. and not just anyone either, with the protectiveness they harbor for tsatha, they are already planning their next steps. there is no motion of laughter on their face as the younger recounts how the fall did not do much damage, still stuck on the fact that they were thrown out the window. the notebook in a zip lock bag is the reason for all of this, yet it does not make the situation less dire. they don't comment further on it, nor plan to give any other details to tsatha about the following plans they have involving this man. only hold a hand out to have the notebook and tuck it in their pocket. only the next bit about 'younger taking care of the elder' makes them roll his eyes, a huff of laughter falling from his lips. "kid, appreciate it but i am sure it goes the other way around. more experienced, older and all that." a finger, idly pointed at themself. richer too, that much is clear, though they don't want to say anything that will make tsatha more reluctant to accept their help. "i'm telling you it's fine- consider part of compensation for what you went through today, if it makes you feel better." junichiro's extension of help, at least to the younger in particular, is not transactional. at least, not anymore. not like many of their other relationships. lest of all for something as simple as food. "semantics. that's still stealing." pulling the glass towards themself, they take a long sip from the coke before gesturing to the waiter. "we'll have a... double cheeseburger, with fries, onion rings and two diet cokes. thanks." throwing the waiter an artificial smile, turns their attention back to their companion. "if you're hellbent on stealing, we can tell that the burger that'll be on this table is mine, and you can steal from me. how's that?"

[cabalxcalamity-deactivated20260]

there's a lethargic ease in which eiji moves when he hears her voice. he knows that she is not someone who would talk to him idly. at least she has an interesting voice and (most of) the time, she holds a good conversation, which means she talks, and he listens. anymore effort that he has to give to a conversation means that he'll find the nearest exit and leave. it takes a lot of effort to be this tired. "I don't want to share," he says, rolling to his stomach so he can stretch his arms out in front of him and pull as many kittens to him as possible. "I want to bring them all back to the hotel and put a "no vacancy" sign on the door and make everyone go away because we have a house full of kittens."

( this is why he has a co-owner. he needs someone to keep him from getting away with his shit when he's feeling particularly lazy ).

he lifts his head from the floor and cranes his head around, realizes he can't see in that position and then gives up and sits up, now cross-legged, scooping back up the kittens he had released. still, if he's not allowed to have all of them, he is at least going to take come a few. "which ones look like they'll go for the eyes?" he asks ... "though, they're so little ... maybe I should compromise and look for ones that will go for the toes."

[subrosai]

a tut leaves her lips, though she makes no attempt to move or look his way. instead, grabs the calico who is trying to move up, and places her on her lap, gently petting her small head. "seems like you will have to, unless you wanna fight valiantly for them." a grin, spreading across her face, meeting his eyes briefly in a mock challenge, accompanied by the raising of her eyebrows before setting her attention back on the kitten. she would bet on her chances of winning, but wouldn't want to do this in front of the kittens nonetheless. "you would take your first leap into becoming the neighborhood crazy cat person." told more as a statement rather than a piece of judgment: while lucai does not see it as the fate set out for her, she would accept if that's the way someone would live their life. just hopefully, without the hoarding tendencies. she raises her head at the question, humming as she takes in the kittens around him into consideration. reaching and grabbing another one to be a friend to the calico on her lap, she muses. "i suppose it depends on whichever sense you treasure the most. though i think these little demons can reach anywhere they want, so you might just accept you will always have scratches on you from now on."

[cabalxcalamity-deactivated20260]

location: the long walk for: anyone character: tomoyuki eiji  cap: three! [ 1 / 3 ] taken!

"I paid for thirty minutes, go away," he grumbled from somewhere under a literal pile of kittens that were swarming over him. tomoyuki eiji was not known for his gentle and loving demeanor -- and when he wasn't at the hotel, he was wandering the city trying to keep his temper in check. a friend of his (he had friends, shut up) had suggested adopting a kitten or two -- who could be angry when there was a kitten around??

so, tomoyuki went to the animal rescue and asked if he could have use of the cat room, though it was less of an ask and more of a demand, as though his mouth wouldn't shape around a request and no matter how he tried to sound, it always came out with a bit of rage and aggression.

of course, when he was surrounded by kittens - there came the choice - who was he going to bring home? he was supposed to feel less angry -- ... so, the test he devised was to lay down and see what kitten took to him. the problem now ... all the kittens seemed to like him.

"what's the adopt at one time limit?"

[subrosai]

this is an interesting sight. as lucia leans against the door frame and watches eiji get drowned by kittens. not the worst way to go, for most people, she assumes. and after a couple of minutes, cannot help but move further inside, sitting down on her heels as one of the kittens start stepping her way. the meeking sounds are... quite adorable, she cannot lie. a tut at his words, she is quick to tease. "learn how to share." which is a piece of ironic advice, coming from her. "see, i think this one likes me more." a calico, who manages to climb all the way up to her lap, and has taken to digging her claws into her designer jacket. which is fine, it adds to the look, or so she will say if anyone dares to ask about it. the question brings a grin to her lips, as she continues to pet the kitten's head, scratching underneath her chin. "that depends... on how many you can carry at once, and how fast you can run?" which shouldn't be that difficult, she could bet she can outrun the rescue workers, even in her heels. "or you can just come back a few times today with different identities. up to you. sky's your limit."

[cabalxcalamity-deactivated20260]

location: any shady looking diner that has the best food but questionable hygiene practices for: anyone character: tsatha cap: three [ 0/3 ]

"and then I said, I know you are but what am I..." he said, turning around and around on the barstool at the long table where regulars would sit to get away from the inane chatter of those who didn't take a hint. Tsatha ... did not take a hint. Not even if there was a monetary amount applied to it. "It was funny, wasn't it? just seeing the big-headed big guy get all tomato faced and sputtery. I could have done without the spit when he talked though -- I was like tink's tits, mister - if you're going to give me a bath, at least throw me in the tub. -- that sounded cooler in my head than saying it out loud..."

they easily diverted from the original thought, completely having forgotten why he had sat down next to the other person. there was no rhyme or reason for doing whatever they did - they only did it because they wanted to. the problem was, when he no longer wanted to do something, he simply ... stopped. "Oh hell yeah, burger..." Attention successfully diverted. The waitress walked past him with the burger that they swore was bigger than their head.

there was a pout to display that they were not happy that they were ignored. again. never mind that they ran up a tab. "hey - can i borrow some money to get a burger?" they asked, now that they have determined that they want a burger - a big burger - particularly that burger that was going to another table. a crafty, mischievous look entered their eyes, as they turned slowly to see if they could maybe ... just maybe ... steal the burger and run.

[subrosai]

their hands itch for a cigarette. they can probably smoke here, or well they aren't supposed to smoke here, but the waiters don't look like they'd care if junichiro decided to be generous on the tip. they decide to put it off for now, though they flip the lighter between their fingers as they listen, raising an eyebrow at tsatha's words. "... disgusting." a twitch of their face, which is as near as a grimace their expression can get. a pause, then another, and despite not physically seeming too interested in the conversation, they pull the thread. "and then? what'd he say?" it's easy to see the kid's attention divert, and the twitch of junichiro's lips is again, their version of a snort. they lean back in the booth and watch as thoughts go through tsatha's brain. what gets junichiro's reaction next is the question itself, which is met with some sort of an offended huff. "order whatever you want." a hand wraps around a bottle of diet coke, raising up to their lips. they wish this establishment would serve alcohol, yet alas, it didn't. maybe, if they bribed the waiters well enough... it would prove useful later in the evening. "put it on my tab. i'll pay both of ours when we leave." and then, it's easy to spot the following thought that goes through their companion's mind. "hey — no stealing food." the idea of tsatha needing to steal food- rubs them off in the wrong way. "just order whatever you want. get it with two or three patties or something."

[subrosai]

◟✧⡀ ( lupita nyong'o. demi-female. she / them. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that … LUCIA OTIENO ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe they’re THIRTY-EIGHT.  do i know them?  no,  but i hear they’re CUNNING and ELOQUENT, but also ANARCHIC  and HEADSTRONG. i do know that they’ve been in the City for TWENTY-TWO YEARS. it’s crazy that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at POISON APPLE as a CO-OWNER? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like TIAMAT is peering over at me …

STATS

character name: lucia otieno / nicknames: luc / place of birth: ██, ███/ birthday: october 30th / sexuality: homoromantic homosexual / gender identity: demi-female ( they or her ) / zodiac: scorpi / mbti: enfp / occupation: co-owner of poison apple / languages: swahili, english, spanish

moral alignment: true neutral / love language: quality time & physical touch / rift level: borderliner / powers:  destabilization, chaos inducement / how long ago did the mythos manifest: twenty years ago / main goal: chaos and power for divine comedy, to show their strength over other groups / gang / group name + position: divine comedy, purgatario

BIOGRAPHY

( throwing up, fighting, violence tw )

you are born into chaos, and chaos you become. your family moves cities every couple of years. you can never settle, can never keep friends long enough. it's here, and there, and then there again. picking up odd jobs, getting to know one town, and then never going there again until you barely remember it anymore. you used to imagine they were a troupe of performers, but now, years down the line, you cannot be sure if it was a dream you made up. if you think really hard, you are pretty sure they were conmen. swindling money, changing identities again, and again. jumping town before they were caught. and well, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter anymore. you haven't talked to them for over twenty years now. who knows what happened? you first enter mist when you are fourteen. it feels different than any other city you have been to. people exist in strange ways that intrigue you, you find yourself listening in to their conversations, wandering off on your own. you see things you cannot explain. all you know is that there is a longing inside of you, that you belong here. that it is right. you leave mist, and all you are left with is an emptiness you cannot fill. it takes two more years before it's you who is running away, and returning to this town again. your memories come back, and you are smart enough to pick up a job here and there. sweet when needed to find a place to live for the night. you start working around the poison apple, and the rest comes like a loose thread. you make a new, mismatched family for yourself with your friends, a true resident of this unique town. funnily enough, your realization that you are a rift comes during a bar fight. at first, you are having fun, betting over who will win, sharing a drink. then it becomes too much, and the next thing you know, reality takes a different quality, and everyone who was filthy drunk, is leaning over a wall to puke their guts. how interesting, you realize, and useful, when needed. joining divine comedy becomes just as natural after that. to know that you have this power, you intend to use it to its fullest. you are one of the lucky ones after all — it would be unfair if you didn't use it. now, as the co-owner of poison apple, and the purgatario for the divine comedy, you feel completely in your element. you want to drive more chaos, unleash even more of your own, and your group's potential. to showcase the superiority of rifts. this is your turf now, you love the mist, and you are part of it.

[subrosai]

◟✧⡀ ( dean fujioka. non binary. they / them. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that … JUNICHIRO WATANABE ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe they’re FORTY-THREE.  do i know them?  no,  but i hear they’re INQUISITIVE and CALCULATIVE, but also DETACHED  and ELUSIVE. i do know that they’ve been in the city for THIRTY-FIVE YEARS. it’s crazy that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at OWNER as a  STOKER'S CRYPT? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like SHINIGAMI FROM JAPANESE MYTHOLOGY is peering over at me … 

STATS

character name: junichiro watanabe / nicknames: jun ( reserved to a tight circle of friends ) / place of birth: ██, ███ / birthday: january 4th / sexuality: biromantic demisexual / gender identity: non-binary ( they or him ) / zodiac: capricorn / mbti: istj / occupation: owner of stoker's crypt / languages: japanese, english, spanish, chinese / moral alignment: chaotic neutral / love language: acts of service / rift level: legendary / powers:  necromancy ( impermanent, brief ), death sense, intangibility ( momentarily ) / how long ago did the mythos manifest: twenty-four years ago / main goal: to uncover the mystery of the town, gather information & power of regarding the those in high positions / gang / group name + position: jekyll & hide investigations, the brain

BIOGRAPHY

( blood, death, death imagery, necromancy, blasphemy cw )

you are only a child when you meet death. you remember that day far too well. you return from high school, only a week left until it's done and you will be graduating, the plans all made for where to go to college, what to study. instead, you open the door, and meet a crime scene. when you think back on that night, you can swear you saw a pair of eyes watching you from the window. then, the red and blue lights of police cars reflect against the glass, and you choose not to remember much of the rest. life changes much too quickly, and while you are technically an adult now, your next of kin, your grandfather who lives in penson convinces you to come to live with him. fallen into a vast emptiness, you find it impossible to say no. you study in penson, and you grow up in penson. the mist intrigues you, and it's only a year later that the same pair of eyes start appearing in the corner of your vision. here, and there, and there again. while you are walking at night to your house, when you are locking up your grandfather's library, when you are crouched in a convenience store trying to pick pasta, and a shadow disappears quicker than you can look up. you believe you officially meet your match when you stand in front of a gravestone. old age, they say, yet you can swear you saw those very same pair of eyes in the window when your grandfather took his last breath. you stand in the rain, eyes glued to yet another gravestone when the rain suddenly stops. there's the smell of tobacco, accompanied by the sound of steps by your side. r.s. he calls himself. and it's the start of your new life. fate brings you together to mourn on the same day, and that's when you learn more about jekyll & hyde. it's everything you could want and more. solving mysteries, digging into secrets of anyone and everyone. it gives you a purpose to discover more about the mist, to understand the rifts all around you. at first, you don't realize you are already one of them, until one fated night in a back alley, you are crouching over someone, trying to keep the blood in their body. r.s. is by your side again, leaning against a wall, smoking more of those goddamn cigars. the person dies slowly under your hands before the ambulances can arrive. you see the light in their eyes leave — and when you remove your hands and touch them again to take their pulse, they gasp back into life. it only takes around five more minutes before they are dead again. necromancy, albeit brief, seems to be very useful in your line of work. in the dark, you can swear r.s. grinning down at you, and another pair of eyes from the end of the alley vanishing away. it never takes properly, you can never figure out why. sometimes it's longer than fifteen minutes, and sometimes it's only a few. it can be challenging to calm someone down enough from their death to get the answers you need, but you get enough practice through the years. rest of your powers come slowly, the second is intangibility, and it manifests at a night not one of your best. a case that went wrong, no answers received from a decaying body. you swear you see those pair of eyes again, and you run after them with everything you have. it's then that you briefly run through a pole and feel nothing at all. intangibility seems to only work when you are in a heightened state of emotion, which does not come too useful every day. more years pass as you climb up the ranks, and become the underboss under r.s.. your last and final power does not come until you realize the anxiety at the bottom of your stomach is something else when it is your mentor that's finally taken away from you. his last words are for you to take his mantle, and that's what you do.

it's when you are looking down at yet another gravestone that you realize what it was. that sometimes you can feel death coming. it's not necessarily reliable, but it gives you some sort of power over not knowing at all. it's also ironic, how you have it now, after everyone that you have lost. you have been the leader for around five years now, the brain behind the operations, the one who calls the shots. you bring the organizations higher and aim for the stars. hoping to reach more information about the mist, the rifts, and the occasional secrets you cannot stay away from. power is everything in this world, and you intend to have it all.

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