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[zenigatakeibu]

Sato grinds her elbow into Zenigata's ribs. "Sick of retirement already, old man?"

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⚖️ 𝙰𝙲𝙷--! 〝 .. I-is that what you call this? Retirement? 〞 Were he any more sober, Zenigata might have called it a depressive bender. Here though, now, half a bottle into the night and shuffling through endless boxes of unsorted files, he's less inclined to be honest with himself. A cigarette that should have been snubbed out long ago hangs from his lips. He squints beneath the sickly yellow lamplight. 〝 It's a 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙿 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃, is what it is. The commissioner--... That idiot, he never listens. He thinks suspending me will fix all his problems. I always scare him with all the dust I kick up. 〞

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@satoharue 📂 starter.

🐯 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙽 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰 𝙳𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙳. A proud few with little left to be proud of... Broken, bloody, feared no longer. Zenigata had asked for their heads on a pike, and the Izumi had happily delivered. Now bodies litter the room. Shattered glass and bullet shells glitter against the hardwood floor. A table, shot nearly to pieces, sits splayed on its side like a 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙶.

       It’d been a peaceful night up until now. This hit, like so many others, had unwittingly fallen into his lap. A late night patrol had come across a pocket of Shio, all armed. Cornered them in an abandoned bar. One thing had led to another-- things got bloody. People started dying. Figures. 𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵'𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴.

A cigarette at long last finds its way between Zenigata’s lips, and as a trail of smoke begins its steady dance upward, he spares a glance toward his sole companion. 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙲. Sick, sweaty and shaking, like she might keel over any second now. ❝ .. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝚃? ❞ His voice, cool and unamused, cracks the silence like a slap in the face. ❝ We've got places to be. ❞

[zenigatakeibu]

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙿𝙾𝙻 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 📁 @satoharue started judging ...

"Keibu," Sato dangled a keychain between her fingers. "This yours?" A familiar, but unwelcome, perpetual smile was engraved on the plastic thief. Sato willed her nose not to wrinkle, hiding abhorrence behind the glare of her lenses. Why's he holding onto something like that? She huffed. No taste...

⚖️ ❝ 𝙴𝙷? 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴..? ❞ One peek over his newspaper is all it takes to send Zenigata's heartrate reeling. Yes, 𝙷𝙸𝚂... A cheap toy he'd picked up one night from some flashy gachapon (only after making sure no one had been watching). Shame on him for forgetting to hide it. He flusters, sinking in his chair as he snaps the paper back up. It's a flimsy shield. 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚃𝚂 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷.

❝ .. HMPH! Of course not!! Must be somebody's idea of a joke, leaving that... Thing laying around. ❞ Liar, liar... His stomach's already begun to 𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴. ❝ I'm surprised you even picked it up at all. Who knows where it's been..? ❞

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@satoharue​ said: Pokéteam :)

⚖️ SEND “POKÉTEAM” AND I’LL BUILD A TEAM I THINK WOULD SUIT YOUR MUSE.

// eevee, mega-mawile, mienshao, obstagoon, and galarian farfetch’d! eevee is her non-battling partner pokemon, it really admires fujiko’s sylveon. her pokemon all have high attack stats, she relies on strong moves to quickly rush and overpower her opponents. mawile is her ace!

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@satoharue​ said: Just so we're clear, if it comes between you or the mission, I'm choosing the mission. Without question.

Sorry, keibu.

       She is the only journalist he bothers with these days, though half the time he can’t tell whether she thinks he’s actually worth her time. After all, she’s only ever had one goal in mind and it sure as hell isn’t him. He is simply a means of getting to it. Or, rather, to her: the notorious femme fatale, Fujiko Mine.

       It was never hard to put two and two together-- he’s a smart man, despite what some people say. Deep down he feels he understands the appeal. Devotion can be tricky business, after all.

       “.. Sato, I shouldn’t need to remind you that conspiring with criminals is a criminal offence in and of itself.” Zenigata deadpans, brow twitching as he looks her way. “You can at least try to be subtle.”