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Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

HERE, LET ME GO AND RUSTLE THEIR JIMMIES. THEIR JIMMIES ARE RUSTLED? WHAT NONSENSE. -Bragi, apparently

lol

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

KIKUNOJO KICHIRO

Ah, yes. There it was. His dear old friend Mr. Headache, back again to park himself between the lobes of Kichiro's brain. He grit his teeth and pinched hard on the bridge of his nose. It had only taken him, what? Maybe an hour, to make an absolute ass of himself? That had to have been a record for him.
It didn't help that the little shades and wisps that inhabited the building were now in a small stir because of his knee-jerk reaction. For Kichiro it was like standing on a running carousel. Gravity seemed to shift and sway around him as minor entities swirled around him. He had to admit, he had been just a little jumpier than was necessary, but at least he wasn't the goon that had decided to cause a ruckus in an otherwise peaceful cafeteria.
Nah, Kichi, He thought ruefully, you just made it worse. Another classic moment for the gag reel.
And speaking of ruckus causing goons, a guy not older than himself was now standing and addressing everyone. Kichiro hadn't pinned him as the source of the impromptu rave a few minutes ago, but now he was... lecturing everyone? The guy was going to wreck his transmission switching gears like that. It was one thing to be big doofus and screw with people to get your jollies. Kichiro understood that, and respected it in a way. He was known to cause some trouble here and there himself. Acting all sanctimonious, however, and giving the old 'oh it was just a test and you are poorly lacking, la di da' rubbed him significantly the wrong way.
When the fellow addressed him directly, Kichiro was so nonplussed he could only gape for a moment. The dude had just done quite literally the least necessary thing Kichiro had ever seen, then had the balls to turn to him and ask him if something were necessary.
“Hey, Agent Dickmouth, if you-” Kichiro began when he found his voice, but the man in question was already striding away by that point. What the hell? He just talked a truck load of smack, then walked off like the big I-Am?
Oooooooohh, no. There was a short list of things Kichiro was in the mood for, and this was not one of them.
Kichiro jammed his hands in his pockets and strode out of the building, a plan formulating....

Elsewhere, in a nearby side-street...

Kichiro knelt on the concrete in front of a small circle. Childish, eh? Unnecessary? He could do both of those things.
“You'll find him.” Kichiro said the small spirit he had called up. He sent another firm image of the man from the cafeteria.
Confident yes. Restrained excitement. Mild confusion? The feelings came in quick succession.
“Oh, I dunno. He's got some kind of headphone fetish, work with that.”
The spirit flitted away, a barely audible giggle floating on the air behind it.
Kichiro cackled maniacally. He stood, brushed himself off, and lit a cigarette. Not his proudest moment, but sometimes it was the principle of the matter.
It was only then that he saw the young woman walking down the street towards him. He had a moment of clarity, to wonder why he had decided to do this in the middle of the sidewalk, then attempted to surreptitiously scrub the arcane symbols away with his foot. She appeared to be focused on her phone. Kichiro hoped that she hadn't seen him gibbering like a loon to the empty air. Apparently he had image problems abound today.
@LancerOfBlue

-Back at the Agency...

Little, quickly manifested spirits aren't good for much, except small, simple tasks. As it were, wrecking things was about as simple as it got. The wisp made it's way to Bragi immediately, Kichiro's will keeping it on task. It remembered only two things: The man's face, and something about headphones. It reached out, and the headphones around Bragi's neck let out a hideous squeal of feedback before giving out two puffs of smoke and going silent.
@13org

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

-Burnt down Ry'leh

@clanjos

but it under the ocean tho

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

@LancerOfBlue
Kasami has really rad magic ^_^

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

@13org
u dun spooked poor Kichiro. :^(

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

@RoflsMazoy
goddamn kids and they're raving music back in my day we had one color of light and it was white and we were thankful

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Kikunojo Kichiro

A LOT OF INTRO FLUFF YOU DO NOT NECESSARILY NEED TO READ BUT I LIKED ANYWAY

Kikunojo Kichiro woke up that morning in the same way he'd been waking up for almost a decade: Hacking his lungs to pieces. He sat bolt upright, ragged barking sounds tearing through his throat as he fumbled on the nightstand for a bottle of water. It was early, but the blackout curtains on his windows covered his tiny apartment in gloom.

His questing hand finally landed on the bottle. He spun off the cap and took several long swallows of the tepid water. It tasted faintly of dust. He had discovered within the first year of buying the old place that it didn't matter if he cleaned or not, as everything seemed to be covered in a permanent layer of detritus. Kichiro clenched his jaw and kept his eyes shut tight. This was it, the one blissful moment of peace when his mind hadn't fully woken up yet, before-

he killed me he killed me he-
MY BABY OH WHERE IS MY-
I will rain blood from the sky-
ohpleasehelpmeplease-

A thousand voices and senses pushed into his subconscious, fighting each other for dominance. They ran riot in his mind, threatening to tear it apart from the inside.

“Shut up.” Kichiro snarled quietly, jamming his knuckles against his temples to stave off the coming migraine. Abruptly the hoard of sensations dulled to an omnipresent hum of white noise as his mental shields slid into place.

Finally, Kichiro opened his eyes, and stumbled the three steps across his floor to the window. He reached up and jerked the curtain open. Brilliant sunlight flooded the small room. He felt a tiny ripple of distress from a number of minor spirits as the light burned them away. He blinked owlishly through the window, forcing his eyes to adjust to the light.

Okay. He thought. Here we go again.

The phone call had come the previous day in the early afternoon. Iori-san was one of the oldest agents still working, though his role was mainly clerical these days. He was the first contact Kichiro ever had with the Agency, what felt like a lifetime ago. A nice enough guy, always made sure Kichiro was compensated for his time, but he still was a slave to the system.
“They're having sort of a... Meet 'n greet for the Agents. Big wigs want you there.” The old man said over the phone, gruff and not the least bit apologetic.
“No way, man. Why? You call me when you need me, I don't have to hang around your clubhouse. That's been the deal.” Kichiro had replied.
“The times are changing, son. Agents are getting younger every year. Some of 'em whiz around in big ol' robots; I know you've seen that. If you'd have told me thirty years ago we'd have robots cuttin' up demons with swords, I'd have shot you. We got a girl now, fifteen years old, saw her throw a sedan a full city block once. Looked bored while doin' it, just kept eatin' pocky.”
“What's that got to do with me?”
“It's a flashier world. People like seein' that kind of crap, makes 'em feel like they're livin' in comic books. It's good for business to keep the public happy. And you... Well, you're a weird guy, Kichiro. You're damned good at what you do, son, but it's creepy. You make people uncomfortable. Some executives are starting to worry about paying a shifty low-life to chase around dead people, one who refuses to become an official agent at that. Come show your face, make nice, and we won't have to cut you off.”
Kichiro's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment. “I have no idea how to do that.”
Iori-san laughed, a rare noise from the old man. “Just fight the urge to be gloomy. They'll be calling you onii-san in no time.”
Kichiro hung up. He lit a cigarette and stared into the middle distance. Make nice?
A small, child like laugh echoed from his closet, which was filled top to bottom with books.
Kichiro chuckled too. Just another stupid joke.

Kichiro arrived just in time for the meeting, and nearly turned right back around and left. It was enough that a terrible headache pounded away behind his eyes, and the looks he had gotten from the handful of agents who knew him had an almost physical weight. Most of them looked at him with open disdain. A few gave him hesitant smiles or nods. The very few agents who had worked particularly close with him went a little pale, and looked away. Despite the the intense awkwardness of the situation, Kichiro's main concern had been staying awake. He leaned against a wall, sipping his third cup of coffee that morning and trying to focus on what anyone was saying.

No dice, though. The words were bouncing off his sleep deprived brain like sponges off a brick wall. He hadn't gotten into bed until four that morning, coming in from a grueling, twelve hour exorcism. The house was purified, the family safe, and he was two million yen richer for the trouble, but still... He'd rather have had the night's sleep.

Food. Okay, yeah, that was a good start. In fact, it was one of the few things he could find at the Agency. He made a decent living now, but he could remember sneaking into the cafeteria with partially legitimate credentials just to eat. He'd just stepped through the doors when his senses abruptly overloaded. Pumping bass and pulsing lights sent ripples of pain through his skull. Poltergeist! Oni! Tommyknocker! Some part of his mind screamed frantically, and Kichiro reacted on instinct. The spiritual forces in the room coalesced around him, then lashed outward. On the streets, and in a real emergency, it would've kept a rogue entity from knocking his head off. In a room with no danger, however, it simply shorted the lights. The bulbs went out in a series of pops, leaving the room in darkness, EDM still thumping away through the gloom.
“Oh.” Kichiro said nonchalantly to the room at large. “Your lights. Oughta have someone take a look at those.”
@VitaVitaAR@13org@TheFake@Raineh Daze

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

General question for everyone:
Do we have a unified place we're jumping off, or we just sort of picking a direction and running?

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Kichiro, who is frequently annoyed by dead folks

Name: Kikunojo Kichiro

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:

okay/sure/whatever

Personality: Perhaps it's a result of spending his formative years around the dead, but at some point in the last decade Kichiro just sort of stopped caring. Saying he has no regard for life wouldn't be entirely fair: He does think twice before killing anyone. He certainly doesn't want to die, and he wants the few people he has any attachment with to stay whole and healthy. It's more that he has the chronic habit of not taking anything seriously, approaching the world with cynicism and detached amusement.
He has Manic-Depressive tendencies as well, making him a difficult person to form long term friendships with. Kichiro is frequent user of intoxicants, mainly alcohol and psychotropic drugs, as a way of staving off the general breakdown of sanity associated with his condition, but worries he is fighting a losing battle.

Equipment: Kichiro carries a number of spiritual and shamanic, mainly things that produce smoke such as sage, palo santo, and frankincense. He doesn't actually know if these items actually make him more effective, but they do make him feel more confident. He doesn't carry any physical weapons as he generally avoids fair fights.

Abilities: Kichiro is an ectopath: he lives deeply in tune with a phenomenon he calls “the Ghost Soup”, a sort of psychic smog made from the remnants of dead mortals as well as ambient spiritual and elemental forces attached to any given area. He can channel and redirect these forces to produce a number of paranormal effects.

main feats

Communication: Kichiro can receive simple messages from the spirits around him in the form of short phrases and sensory inputs, manifesting in a sort of “enhanced intuition”. As it turns out, holding in-depth conversations with ghosts is like pulling teeth from a spastic wild cat: Only the recently dead and particularly strong willed individuals retain their rationality, leaving the majority flighty, emotional, and unreliable.

Obfuscation: Kichiro channels the energy around him to hide himself from view. He isn't invisible while doing so, only significantly harder to detect with normal senses or esp, and completely obscured from electronics. In a dark room or deep patch of shadow, it's nearly impossible to know he's there unless one were to walk directly into him.

Manifestation: Kichiro directs large amounts of energy into an individual spirit, giving it physical form. Once released, a spirit manifested this way is not under his direct control. He generally uses this method when in a tight spot to create havoc and distract any pursuers while he slips away.

Inverse Possession: Kichiro can channel a specific spirit through his body in order to utilize their skills through muscle memory. For example, channeling a highly skilled martial artist would temporarily give him a deep instinctive knowledge of hand-to-hand combat. Maintaining this state for any extended period can be very damaging to his psyche, however, as he must struggle against the emotions and personality of any entity being channeled through his body.

Ikiryo: Kichiro separates a part of his mind from his physical form to become it's own free roaming entity. His Ikiryo is significantly stronger than most average humans and is able to physically manifest and move physical objects, but lacks higher function and rationality. His body still functions on it's own, but is completely emotionless. He has yet to find a practical use for this ability, as reuniting his body and soul is very difficult.

Skills: Kichiro's main focus lies in espionage. His talents make him ideal for information gathering, information which he relies upon for trade. He's very skilled in deception and manipulation as well, displaying a knack for playing people off one another to keep suspicion off of himself.

In terms of non-profitable skills, Kichiro has a peculiar way with animals. Domesticated animals such as dogs and cats tend to gravitate towards him and give him an unusual amount of trust.

Brief Backstory: Translated roughly to English, “Kichiro” reads as “lucky son”. It's widely held by those that know him that whoever named him must have done so as a mean spirited joke. He keeps a tight, heavy lid on his childhood, so all that is known about him by the Agency starts when he was sixteen.

It was at the scene of a murder, five high school students torn to bloody pieces in a locked apartment. The young Kichiro had slipped in amongst the agents as they investigated, looking gaunt and filthy as though he had been living on the streets. He claimed to know how to help them, and indeed proved his worth by tracking down and assisting in subjugating the rogue entity that had done the deed. Kichiro was offered a job, which he declined, on the grounds that he couldn't bear the idea of bonding himself to any group. He did accept a large sum of money under the table for services rendered, however, being proud but not a fool.

Since then, he has worked as a sort of “freelancer” for the Agency, assisting whenever his particular talents would be most effective. He mainly makes his living through the black market and organized criminal groups. Officially he owns a small occult shop in a dark back alley, directly above which is his small apartment. The items he sells are advertised as “very haunted, possessed, and otherwise hexed”, so most of his sales go to eccentric collectors.

Allegiance: Outbreak Agency (Mostly, and unofficially)

Outbreaker Black: A Sci-Fi/Fantasy Anime-Inspired Supernatural Agency RP

Radical. You want I should post in the character thread?