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1 yr ago
Current It's been three years since we lost Polymorpheus, a dear friend. It's felt like a lot longer, that time. I still think about Poly every so often, and how I miss them so very much. I won't forget them.
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1 yr ago
I like attention.
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1 yr ago
Tomorrow is post day. How unfortunate.
1 yr ago
I lost.
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1 yr ago
@LongSwordMain I can fix that, if you wish.
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Bio

uhhhh, hi there

I am here and I sorta exist so yes this is my ‘bio’ and it will probably be rather brief and suck and be sloppy, just like me.
So, without further ado..

stuff about me

Most people call me Barti or Bart as well as a few other things since it’s just easier or meaner than the actual thing - I invite you to do so as well.

I’m a 23-year-old (bday June 20th!) Texan who enjoys thunderstorms and rain far too much, and likes anime, running, metal music, and copious amounts of DRUGS candy, among many other cool things - like DnD and MTG.

I enjoy group rps as well as 1x1s. For groups I have what I think is a decent array of interests, most of it being profusely weeb-y. I like Fantasystuffs (Modern especially), supernatural themes, pretty much all Japanese stuff - including historically accurate settings - as well as general dark/grim themes, comedic slice of life trash, academy rps, unique plots, etc. etc. As for 1x1s I pretty much do romance, but I can do non-romantic stuff too if you give me something to work with xP
The only genre I find myself not entirely comfortable with is really sci-fi stuff, but, if the plot/idea catches me enough it can hold my interest. Oh, and my writing level is high casual to low advanced.

I’m a sarcastic, snarky, bipolar-depressed, degenerate garbage can, but generally people seem to like me (I don’t know why in the hot hell you would) - but if you would also like to be my friendo lemme know.
I don’t bite.
Usually owo xd rawr

welppp...I guess that’s okay for now
thanks for reading, you potatoes

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Mentions: Alphard (@SilverPaw)
Setting: 11:10 AM+, Ricky's


Kittyan hummed to himself as the conversation continued on as it did, having smoothly taken a seat at the bar next to Alphard. Sato was certainly a surly sort, and his companion offered just as little, but they didn't seem as though they were being deceptive. It wasn't too much of a surprise considering how long Sato had been out of the game, but even still, it seemed they had a small lead from the visit regardless.

He couldn't help but stifle a chuckle as Sato snapped at Al over the description of the wolf-chick. His own wolfish ear twitched as he listened to the topic, leaning over Alphard's shoulder from behind to watch as his partner began his sketching. It was kinda impressive how he could just whip up a person into the notebook just like that - any attempt by Kittyan to muster up something similar would probably be embarrassingly sub-par in comparison.

In any case, it seemed the two didn't really know anything. Kittyan watched Caretaker's face as Al asked his last question. He wasn't sure himself what exactly they were looking for, but he really didn't like things that he couldn't sniff out himself. Their perp leaving no scents or other such traces irked him a bit, in truth. He often relied on his nose even more than his eye. It made him a touch uncomfortable as well that this establishment was similarly void of any regular smells he would've otherwise picked up, if not for Caretaker. She was very thorough, apparently.

"Hmn." Kittyan hummed. He looked over the sketch again over Al's shoulder as he half-sat half-stood on the rungs of the barstool, hands on his knees. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to be forward with a few details of the case. Anything that could form a lead would be worth exposing potentially sensitive information, surely. His eye shifted to Sato. "You wouldn't happen to have known anybody who, er.. liquifies people, would you?" He paused. "Or who turns them into bouquets?" His gaze remained on him, his face neutrally inquisitive as he waited for a response.

Mentions: Alphard (@SilverPaw)
Setting: 11:10 AM+, Ricky's


While largely uneventful, the drive to their destination was not left unappreciated by Kittyan. The novelty of his beautiful creation, accompanied by the companionship of Alphard, ensured such. He happily answered any queries his blue-skinned demon might've had, while carefully maintaining a meticulous eye on any road-effects that might put a scratch on his new pride and joy - occasionally giving a mostly vain glare to any reckless drivers.

Soon enough, they arrived at their objective, Randy's. And Randy's was, well.. it.. it had parking space! Kittyan had probably only ever passed through this part of the city - the area was really nothing of note, at least it seemed. It was a touch unusual for him, since he'd been to most places at least once in his journeys, but it made sense, from the look of the area. It was the sort of place he'd feel pretty uncomfortable leaving a quality piece of equipment like The Crime Mobile in, but he was pretty confident in the "deluxe security package" he had installed in the beast. He patted the keys into his jeans pocket as he entered Ricky's with his partner, leading the way.

Surprisingly, the inside of Randy's was a lot more agreeable than the outside. Honestly, it was probably better than some places he'd drank at before himself. In fact, it seemed.. perhaps oddly clean a place. Kittyan scrunched up his nose as Alphard and Sato traded a greeting, stand-offish as one side of it might've been. The place certainly didn't smell much like a bar.

Kelly stood a pace or two in front of Alphard, and was far more relaxed, the awkward tension seemingly lost on him. His eye hovered over the dilapidated Sato very briefly, before shifting to the demon next to him for a while longer, then back to him. He took the silence as opportunity to scan them and their surroundings, his instincts subconsciously searching for anything that might alert him to any potential dangers, as unwarranted as such a concern might be at the moment.

He rested his right hand lightly on his hip as he looked over Sato again. Yeah, he seemed like the surly type.

"Oh, come now, no need to be so prickly, Mr. Kurodoji.." Kittyan spoke almost warmly, his one visible eye shifting easily away from Sato and towards the area behind the bar. As he spoke he began to slowly stroll forward diagonally towards the bar - in a way that almost approached approaching, but not quite. His pacing wasn't a slow creep, but more a lackadaisical step, like how a child might toddle with kicking up puddles as they walked. "My friend here didn't mean to imply that you knew anything you shouldn't, of course.." He continued, his eye shifting back to the duo with a placating smile. He paused very briefly. "I'm just tryna help him tie together one of his little cases, you see." He offered, his left hand moving to gesture at Alphard in a 'look at him' fashion, as if it was self-evident that the blue-skinned demon was a cop. "Given the nature of what he's chasing, I thought a man with the history and connections erst you had might be able to help him out a little." Kittyan played it as if he weren't a cop himself, undiscussed as his little ploy was with Alphard.

He stopped no closer than maybe 10 feet from the strangers, his relaxed air having not changed as he cruised just about into arm's reach of the bar. He had no way of knowing if the older guy knew him just by appearance - many could tell relatively easily even without ever having met him, as he was not difficult to describe - but he hoped his reputation preceded him in this instance.

If Alphard weren't in the blindspot of his left side, he might've flashed him a reassuring smile.

Mentions: Alphard (@SilverPaw)
Setting: 10 AM+, Saniwa Family Estate > Parking Lot


Kittyan's tail flicked behind him as he turned to depart from the rest of the group, eager to get a move on. Deliberating was fun and all, but Kittyan was moreso a man of action than anything else. He was just about to take another draw from his carton of milk before he paused at the calling of his name. He half-turned around as he continued maneuvering through the estate's halls, raising a brow as he watched Alphard prance after him.

A grin quickly came to his lips as the blue-skinned demon-boy expressed his excitement at his chance to see the new ride. Kittyan let out a half-laugh, his own tail starting to lightly sway side-to-side with content. "Haha, I knew I liked you! You're gonna love it!" He assured as they made their way out of the estate - which was a very-much appreciated breath of fresh air for Kittyan. He took a deep breath as they stepped outside with business-to-attend strides, quickly leaving the yard with no hesitation. Kittyan thought back to where he parked the truck, about a block or two away, before he turned his gaze to Alphard as they walked, the demon excitedly trotting in front of him.

"It might possibly be the best thing I've ever seen.." He said, the already-snappy kick in his step only fed further by Alphard's contagious excitement. "You wouldn't believe how much cool stuff this thing is packin', like seriously! I've seen my fair share of police cars and let me tell you-" He continued as they treaded the sidewalk. "-they dunno how cool they could make those things look if they tried. This one, though, it's like, definitely the future of- pedestrian-" He interrupted himself as Alphard nearly backpedaled into an old lady. His right hand cast out and firmly grabbed Alphard by the shirt at his chest, moving him to the side smoothly before giving the lady a smile. "-definitely the future of police vehicles." He continued his monologue without skipping a beat, returning his hand to himself before glancing at Alphard shortly. He took a draw from his carton of milk as they continued on.

It wasn't too long before they got to the spot where Kittyan had parked - and it looked just as glorious as he'd left it. He darted ahead of his demonic companion and threw his arms to the side, presenting the vehicle to Alphard. And boy, was it big. The Crime-mobile was a sleek, six-door truck with a powerful silhouette. The truck was painted in a black color with a slate-gray undertone, and had the emblem of the BPS planted in white on each of the front doors, as well as the tailgate. Atop the roof of the vehicle sat two rows of lights, as well as a few other miscellaneous fixtures. Kittyan basked in how impressed his fellow officer seemed. "I KNOW RIGHT?!" He exclaimed excitedly. "C'mon, c'mon, let's get in you have to see it from the inside!"

Kittyan almost skipped up to the truck as he fished into the pocket of his cropped jacket. He produced the keys, which quickly elicited a beepbeep from the vehicle as he unlocked it. He levered the handle and the door popped open as he stepped up onto the nerf-bar. For the size of the truck, it actually wasn't too far from the ground - someone like Barbatos would fair just fine getting in, but those closer to Kittyan or Alphard's height definitely needed the help up. He popped up onto the step and hopped into the driver's seat quickly, as he assumed Alphard would make his way to the passenger side and do the same.

The seats were significantly more comfortable than your average vehicle- clearly luxury models. The cab itself was also rather spacious, with ample leg-room even for the likes of Barbatos or Armand. Looking into the back seat would reveal that the second row of seats comfortably sat three, and the furthest-back row, which also sat three, was separated from the front two by a impermeable barrier of bullet-proof glass that seemed even sturdier than a regular cop car. All-in-all, the vehicle was certainly luxurious, and evidently very well-equipped to function as a law-enforcement vehicle. Whether all that was necessary? Well.. who asked??

While waiting for Alphard to hop in, Kittyan popped his own door shut and proceeded to almost melt into the seat, breathing in the new-car smell as he tossed the keys into a cupholder and started to run his hands over the wheel, almost affectionately. "Hooo, we are gonna catch so many bad guys.." He whispered to himself.

Mentions: Everyone
Setting: 10:02 AM+, Saniwa Family Estate


Kittyan proceeded to move his hands to his hips as he handed off the drug to Armand, nodding with content in regards to his own contribution to the scene. The shift in Armand's behavior was lost to him, having known the Chief for significantly less time than the rest of the team. It was especially easy for him to miss out on such cues due to the distraction that was the various scents of coffee, milk, chocolate, and whatever else it was that the lovely Lorelei had delivered to the group. He offered a toothy smile to her as she delivered him an actual carton of chocolate milk.

He was grateful for the newer smells that began to fill the room - coffee was alright, he could take it or leave it, but he could at least say that he was glad the others enjoyed it, as it was very good at overpowering the smell of blood and such. As for his own beverage of choice, well.. chocolate milk was a classic - you could never go wrong with it. A perp gave him flak once for drinking chocolate milk. That guy had a nice dirt-lunch by the time that arrest was done. Either way, he didn't normally accept offers to have a drink delivered alongside the rest of the group's beverages, but he figured today was as good a day as any. He was a touch tired this morning, and it had sounded like they'd have a big case on their hands - which it seemed was correct.

He silently popped the carton open and sipped from it, his nose crinkling as he absorbed the new set of aromas. He passively nodded as each one of them continued to offer their own thoughts, shared and otherwise, the lot of them shaping what thin edges of this new puzzle they could. He was sure that they were largely thinking the same stuff. Was it some other gang involved that did this? The one who painted the mansion with these poor fellas seemed to be.. way out of their league. If that were true, the disparity of force might suggest that it likely wasn't a deal-gone-wrong or anything like that. Plus there had been an on-going audit. Whoever it was that had done the deed was either extremely confident, or extremely reckless. A regular cop would prefer the latter, but truth-be-told, Kittyan hadn't yet decided if he liked easy cases or hard ones.

His ears twitched as he was broken from his internal chain of thoughts by Lorelei's addressing him. He blinked a few times before he looked up, meeting her eyes as she continued through with her question regarding the since-quelled Kurodoji Family. The focus of his one visible eye faded slightly as he thought on it for a moment, then looking at her again. "Recent? Nah. Far as I know, they're down for the count, as it seems.. but if we need a hold on the surviving heir, that I can provide." He shifted his shoulders, his right hand tugging shortly at the cropped, brown-leather jacket that barely concealed the shoulder holster resting under his left arm. "From what I hear, we could find 'em all boozed-up in a truly lovely cantina a bit west of here. I imagine I should take part in that one.. he'd probably be more friendly to me than any of you lot."

He quieted down again as the conversation continued, his colleagues sprinkling in their pieces here and there. He nodded along to Alphard's own reply. He raised a brow as well, as the Demon presented further evidence. Kittyan peered at the sketch on the page, feeling a chill run up his spine as the eerie piece was met with a token of silence. Like Armand, it raised no memories for him, but they'd certainly remember such an image if they saw it elsewhere. He nodded once again - he was a bit of a visual learner, so it was good for him to have something to look at, small as it was. After that, it seemed they had gathered the most of what they would from the scene, for now.

He lifted his bone-ish left hand again, raising his sweet, sweet beverage to his lips and taking another draw from it before shifting his hips and looking to the rest of the group. "Weeeelp, guess this is where we all split up again!" He supposed aloud as he started to slowly backpedal towards the door, not quite turning his back on the group yet. "I'ma head out for that Kurodoji fella." He said, his gaze shifting to Armand before going back to scan the rest of the group. "Anybody who wants a ride with me, let's go~" He offered to nobody in particular. "I'll treat you to a tour in the Crime-mobile!"

Of course, the 'Crime-mobile' was a truck that Kittyan had just personally finished tricking out to look and function like a police car, just.. much bigger. He'd been talking about the project for weeks, at this point. Being that today was the vehicle's maiden voyage, Kittyan was excited to show off how cool it was to his fellow officers - he'd even parked it like a block away, to keep it a surprise. And he would expect anybody who accepted his offer to be as excited as he was, once they saw it..

Mentions: Everyone
Setting: 10:02 AM, Saniwa Family Estate


Kittyan crinkled his nose.

He took one last peer down the hallway as he stood outside the doorway through which the rest of his team currently gathered. In most circumstances, it was certainly unusual for Kittyan to be bringing up the rear - but he'd found that, more often than not, his efforts to pause and parse whatever it was that he was picking up with the ol' sniffer tended to come in handy in his new line of work. And this scene was certainly not an exception.

There were smells aplenty here. Any of them that had permeated the manor before this incident were almost entirely drowned out by the chaos that had ensued. The newest odors consisted of blood, sweat, rust, gunpowder, char smells- more blood. Being that they were around a good twelve hours old, most of them had begun to diffuse into one another, which made it a bit harder to decipher the scene through that sense alone. But it also made the sheer quantity of some of them more bearable.

Kittyan looked into the room where his comrades were observing the scene and discussing amongst themselves. He tiptoed over the human-shaped stain in the doorway as Marty began offering his ideas on what happened. Immediately, he began taking in the scents of this room as well, the older smells easily dissectible from those of his fellow detectives. He followed a few settled odors, his ears twitching every so often as he picked up key words in the nearby conversation. At the same time, he pieced together his own thoughts on the matter.

Supposedly thirty gangsters, eight identifiable corpses.. there were clearly signs of struggle, yet the only victims left "intact", if you could call it that, seemed to have taken more flighty responses to the slaughter than you'd suspect, given the evidence of a scuffle. Kittyan carefully stepped over a splotch of gore as he began inspecting the northernmost side of the room. Suddenly, he smelt a hint of something.. different.

He stepped forward slowly, sniffing out the source of the new scent as he approached an overturned table surrounded by random trash, beer bottles, and miscellaneous shit. He reached down with his left hand as he stooped down, hoisting the table up and letting it flip haphazardly away from him, causing a few glass bottles to clatter across the floor unceremoniously. It was underneath the table and accompanying curtain of random objects that he found a small, torn plastic bag. The scent that drifted from it was oddly.. sweet? And.. earthy- no, perhaps.. hell-y..? The smell was clearly sourced by a singular, half-crushed tablet left inside the bag.

Kittyan tch'd at the Section 6 officer's distaste for Marty's colorful description of the scene. Typical, he thought, of a cyber-crime officer to be a bit on the prudish side. He fished around in his pocket as his eye scanned the immediate area around his discovery, ensuring he wouldn't miss any stray tablets that may have fallen from the bag - his ears still tuned into the conversation behind him. He produced a small baggie himself, and carefully began to scoop up the other bag into his own, sealing it safely.

He nodded as he began to stand up, evidence baggie in his clawed hand. With his sniffer having accomplished its duties, he wouldn't have to be so focused now, and could get back to annoying his fellow officers. He crinkled his nose again. "Could be." He said, his eye passing over the group. "With the smells bein' so muddled, and aged as they are, I can't quite tell whether our perp is human or not - but I do think this could potentially be the work of an artifact." He continued, eye shifting to Desdemona. "There's some crazy ones out there, and they can be hard to regulate." He shrugged. "Could be somethin' else though."

He thought again for a moment, his eye shifting to the entrance of the room. "It could be a combination of things." He gestured towards the door with his right hand. "The stains're ones we could assume fought back.. as thugs're often inclined to do. Maybe their form of death is caused by an artifact weapon of some sort.. and the bloomers, well.. maybe they're the result of an illegal contract, or a curse circumvented. Could be the inverse of that, too." He crinkled his nose, trying to breath a bit more shallowly now that he didn't need to take in the aging smell of gore anymore.

He looked to the baggie in his hand before he raised it, holding it up to the light and examining it in front of the group for a moment before stepping towards the kneeling Armand. He produced the evidence baggie towards him, letting it sit on his black palm as he held his hand open. "Here ya go, Chief. Could be extraneous.. but I don't recall smelling anything like this on the street anywhere.." He said. "It's got a rather hellish aroma, though. Literally, I mean." He added, running his tongue over one of his sharp canines as he tried to itch the scent out of his system. "Maybe the boys in the lab'll get something from that.."

He'd always wanted to say that. "Boys in the lab." Honestly, he was a little surprised that it'd taken like six months for him to get the opportunity. But it was finally somethin' he couldn't identify through smell.
@OwOThank you! ^^ I'm personally chill with you using Kittyan's connections however you please.
He's not short, he's just built for speed!! >:[
@Lemons I'd say.. includes. He's more like 5'5 or maybe a touch shorter without em.
Arf arf.

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