#errantscriptor

[dcfygraviity]

WARNING: STORMBRINGER SPOILERS AHEAD!

In light of Stormbringer, Chuuya's background has gotten a few changes (as plotted with @errantscriptor​):

He's raised by both Rimbaud and Verlaine after being rescued from the facility; Verlaine managed to convince Rimbaud that Chuuya deserved a chancw at a normal life that he didn't have, and the two of them destroyed the lab to cover their tracks, erase evidence of the experiments and fake their own death.

As members of the Port Mafia, Rimbaud and Verlaine were involved in the Dragon Head Conflict, where they fell victim of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's Ability (which prompted Chuuya to charge into the conflict to save his fathers and kill Shibusawa when he was informed of their death), but Rimbaud managed to use his Ability to turn them into Singularities.

Chuuya reunites with Rimbaud and Verlaine a few weeks after the Dragon Head Conflict after escaping from the Port Mafia headquarters with @somegremlin​'s Yumeno in tow; the four of them collect everything they can and move to the countryside outside Yokohama, hopefully outside of Port Mafia's radar.

Two years later, at age 18, during one of his daily trips to the city to get supplies, Chuuya gets involved in one of the Armed Detective Agency's investigations, and is later offered a position in the Agency; while initially reluctant, he decides to accept the offer.

Chuuya's official entrance exam somehow involved him being made to believe his fathers and adoptive brother were in danger; although he ended up passing and gaining an official position within the Agency, he was so pissed off he gave everyone the silent treatment for days.

Unless plotted otherwise, the only people within the Agency who know about Corruption are Fukuzawa and Yosano (the latter because Chuuya would need her healing abilities to survive in case he had to use Corruption).

[somegremlin]

★ ༺ @errantscriptor​ ( Rimbaud ) ༻ ★

           ↳ Cont. from [ X ]

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━   They’re just silent; as if processing their Dad’s words. The unfortunate thing is that kids of the child’s generation really like computer games. INCLUDING the cursed open - world game that was literally made of blocks and cubes. Blocks and cubes that just so happened to resemble their Dad’s ABILITY. Finally, they say ... 

               ‘ Is the pocket LIKE Minecraft ? ‘ 

[rashamonarchive1]

  & .  @errantscriptor​ for bram.

“  i have no intention to die.  i don’t really care who i have to dry out in order to stay alive. i’ll protect myself and my territory as i’ve always done.  ”

[deathforgot]

It’s not his fault he won the first round of musical chairs, you two are just bitter.

[cxnarius]

@errantscriptor​ - Sigma

It was strange some times the way things seemed to fall together. So entirely unpredicable, but in ways that some how still made sense. His mother had always chirrped on about small worlds and coincidences. Haruki didn’t think that was quite right. Whether the people involved were aware of it or not, this entire thing, life itself, some how felt almost scripted. Like a book filled with twists and turns that no one saw coming until they happend. Everyone oooing and ahhing saying that they should have guessed it all along. At least that’s how it had always felt to Haruki. Now even more so staring at the man in front of him. 

“Hey. You.. You’re the one from that casino, aren’t you? I’ve heard about you.” 

He’s not sure if his hunting dog’s cloak would be recognizable to the other. He wasn’t technically working, so he’d only really grabbed it for warmth. Now he fiddled slightly with the edge of it, wondering how it might make this stranger react to him. 

Well, either way it wasn’t his concern. He didn’t have any orders regarding this, so in the end he was more interested in just getting his coffee like he had come into the shop intending to do. 

[somegremlin-archive3]

          ‘ I’d LOVE to leave Yokohama and live in a cabin in the middle of the woods with the only people I like ! ‘

[truthchosen]

@errantscriptor​ | for Sigma!

The aroma of coffee and baked goods filled the air, and as enticing as both were, neither were the reason for Akechi’s presence in this particular coffee shop. He was dressed in what he considered his civilian attire; not even the suit and tie of a detective, though a few of the café’s customers seemed to recognize him as such. But he ignored their whispers; he wasn’t here for the attention either. 

He was here, however, for one person in particular; a regular customer who was quite the mystery. Dark eyes scanned the patrons scattered throughout until they landed on his object of interest, and he approached with a deceptively kind, sweet smile. 

“Pardon me, but are you busy? I must say, you’re quite the tough one to track down, and I’d like to talk if you have a moment. Oh—but don’t worry; you’re not in trouble. I may be a detective, but I’m just here to chat. Consider this a personal endeavor.” 

His voice was soft, and deliberately nonthreatening. He couldn’t lose this chance, as tracking Sigma down had been more difficult than he’d anticipated, and he never turned down a mission that would allow him to use his ability.

[cosmicdreamt]

“This man over here bullying me as if he’s not interested himself. How cute. That’s some way to treat a lady you let sleep in your bed and cook breakfast for.”