#𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 [ RP ]

[jesterofinaba]

@etherbonded​ | from here

He hadn’t known the new worker for that long, but even if he wasn’t a former detective trained in the art of reading body language, it was easy to see that Yoshizawa was a mess. Hell, he was one to talk, but her being all nervous and polite finally got him to press a little further in the hopes that she’d cut it out if she talked about it.

“Jesus, shitty parents? Say no more, sister. That’s a fuckin’ problem if I’ve ever heard one.”

How the fuck she managed to land a job at the bar he didn’t know, but hey, they employed an ex-con, so maybe their boss liked a charity case. They’re busy cleaning glasses and tidying up for Adachi’s shift to start, and when she mentions her dad (with, he notes, a ton of resentment), Adachi sets down the crate of Asahi he’d carried in and pauses to wipe his brow and tie up his hair.

“You know, all these assurances you’re fine make me think you’re not. Word of advice? If you bottle all that shit up, you’re gonna explode like a soda can one day.

 I’m proof of that - let’s just say I’m lucky they gave me relaxed parole for a violent crime, eh? So. You gotta deal with that shit that’s stressing you one way or another.”

[jesterofinaba]

"That's fine. We've had a long day today; I'd say that we're overdue for a break. We can clock out and even get a drink or two, if you want."

Naoto had been telling him lately to go out and make other friends (a reflection of when he told her things like that when she was little, he thinks with a small smile). He had friends back in Inaba, but here in Tokyo since he was assigned to this case, Roland was by far the person he was closest to.

"I actually used to go to this bar not far from here, back when I used to live in Tokyo. I think you'd like it. It's quiet, and the food they've got's pretty good too."

@jesterofinaba | because for some reason I cannot trim the post.

“Yeah, I think… I need to clear my mind before I think too hard about this. And bring us on a wild goose chase.” He frowns as he says that. While he was confident with the information, he had shared with Copper, the feeling that he could be wrong bothered him.

He didn’t want to mess this up for Copper and himself. After all, he was also doing this, so he doesn’t end up behind bars so he can help support his kid with his wife. “So where do you want to get a bite to eat? I picked last time, I think you should pick something this time.”

[jesterofinaba]

@chibitantei | from here

Adachi had made sure to hang up the phone well before he got to his apartment, just in case Naoto got any idea of the conversation he'd just had.

Balancing school, multiple jobs, and raising a kid was proving to be harder than Adachi thought, and once or twice, he'd had a test where the score slipped underneath the As he strove for. Fundamentally, he knew that a B wouldn't have been the end of the world, but of course his parents kept tabs on his grades, and he'd just been on the receiving end of yet another lecture from them on him not trying hard enough, and what did he need all those extra jobs for, he could get money once he got his education and a good career.

When Naoto got old enough to where her grades came from exams and not art projects, Adachi knew he wasn't going to act the same.

Inside the apartment, he could hear Naoto watching cartoons as he hung up his jacket and set down his satchel, and when she ran up to him, excited, he gave the best smile he could muster.

"Hey, kiddo."

Clearly, she could tell that not everything was alright, because as soon as he had a seat on the couch, she was asking him what was the matter.

"It's just been a long day. You know how little things stack up? It was kinda like that.

How about you tell me about your day? That would cheer me up."

[jesterofinaba]

judgement!arcana starter | @thedetectiveofinaba​

“That Phantom Thief stuff gets so tiring. Little kids and the uneducated I suppose can get something out of the little stunts they pull off, but it just makes a mockery of the legal system.”

The prosecutor scoffs as he tears down another flyer praising them. And in their office building, no less. Adachi didn’t like how it felt like they were creeping in closer and closer.

He’d been assigned to work with Shirogane Naoto, the detective prince. At least his research showed that their high standing didn’t negatively affect their rate of cases solved; this way the criminal could be caught and sentenced all the quicker. Maybe the famous teenage detective would earn him a favor with the higher ups, too.

“But I guess I should start worrying about raining on other’s parades by saying those kinds of opinions one of these days. What about you, Shirogane-san? What do you think of them?”

[jesterofinaba]

Yakuza AU starter | @supportive-editor​​

Your average alley brawl finished, the thin man disguised as a delivery driver who had been stupid enough to challenge the famed Shibuawa to a fight was on the ground, beaten. That wasn’t what gave the man cowering on the wet concrete such a look of fear, though. He was staring at the entrance to the alley, where past the rain there was the sound of footsteps on the concrete and the approaching figure of a man in a yellow raincoat. With a lilting, excited voice, he chirps from the shadows:

“Shibu-chan! Long time, no see. Guess you’re finally outta the slammer, huh?”

The man who steps into the flickering light of the street lamps is grinning maniacally from ear to ear, one hand gripping an umbrella for the rain but both arms spread out wide in greeting as he saunters forward. One gray eye shining, the other hidden behind an eyepatch, he turns the smile back down to the man on the ground, who flinches.

The ace symbol on the eyepatch and the red leather jacket underneath that raincoat were a clear sign that the man before them was the Mad Jester, Adachi Tohru.

“And I’m pretty sure you heard the orders I gave out, right? The ones that said ‘Don’t fucking touch Shibu-chan’? Or do I just speak to hear myself talk?”

“B-Boss, I didn’t know he was Shibusawa-”

“Shut your goddamn mouth.” Adachi snaps back, and the other immediately shuts up. Satisfied, he turns back to Shibusawa with that crooked smile.

“Speaking of orders, I got a few that pertain to you, Shibu-chan, so I guess we got a little business to attend to. Just like the old days, huh?” He gives a cackle that makes the deliveryman cower again.

“But first...” he takes his umbrella and gently sets the tip under the deliveryman’s chin, “Whaddya want me to do with this prick?”

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor | from here

“Awww, Shibu-chan, you never did like foreplay...”

Anyone with more of a shred of common sense and the task to fight and kill Shibusawa like Adachi had been would have gone through more conventional routes in order to challenge him to a brawl to the death, but Adachi liked keeping things interesting - and when you were the owner of a cabaret club that the target happened to frequent, wouldn’t the best element of surprise be to catch him off guard by disguising yourself as one of the hostesses?

This explains the Mad Jester’s form-fitting red, sequined dress he’s wearing, the long, styled black wig, and the makeup - most likely helped out by Yuko, who was most definitely coerced into a night off with her friends with a large wad of cash.

Adachi makes one of his trademark maniacal grins, his eye shining with red eye shadow and fake lashes. The other eye hidden by an eye patch, as usual, a pink one this time.

He crosses his fishnet and high heel-adorned legs from where he’s sitting (on top of the table, of course) and sets his chin in a manicured hand.

“Come on, you’re here, trapped by societal convention, and your usual girl’s got the night off.” He’s putting on a surprisingly realistic higher, more feminine voice. “Let Tohru-chan convince you to head out back.” For a fight.

[jesterofinaba]

judgement!arcana starter | @cursedxartist​

“Let’s get this over with, shall we? I’m sure you don’t want to be here any more than I do.”

The prosecutor starts curtly as he sets his briefcase down on the table of the interrogation room, putting on his reading glasses before pulling out the case file on the teenage punk sitting across from him.

“Criminal trespass. Is that right, Swan-chan?”

[jesterofinaba]

magician!adachi starter | @fatexbound​

Just looking at the Magician version of Narukami, Adachi - well, Violin is what he went by here - felt like he was pretty different compared to the Narukami back home. He didn’t look nearly as pissed off or indifferent, he didn’t look pissed at all, so there was a pretty good chance he wouldn’t bite off Violin’s head just for saying hello.

Just to test, he gives one of his jovial grins and reaches out to ruffle his hair.

“Hey, Narukami-kun! Nice to meet ya, I’m Adachi Tohru, but everyone calls me Violin. Well, more like I just made it up, but po-tay-to, po-tah-to, right?”

This kind of talk and gesture would normally probably get his wrist broken, but it was a risk he thought was worth taking.

[jesterofinaba]

As Adachi kicks the drunk patrons out into the street, he rolls his eyes at yet another nickname. He didn't even want to know where the hell she got "Peaches" from.

When he makes it back into the little bar, the man sighs, pulls off his glasses to rub at his eyes, then rolls his neck, joints popping as he did so. He lazily rests back on the counter when Ava makes another dry comment, and he snorts out a half-laugh in response, watching her sweep up the mess of the brawl.

"You mean besides the fact that we're not even busy enough half the time for two bartenders?" He quips back.

Eh, he should be nicer to his boss. Not often a guy with a rap sheet like his gets a job as stable as this one.

"They should start paying me double. I do both jobs pretty damn well, if I were the sort to brag. Which I'm not, of course.

I used to be a cop, believe it or not, before a long series of unfortunate events that landed me here." It was slightly harder to believe considering his scrawny frame, short ponytail and glasses, and street wear-adjacent fashion. "And let me tell you, throwing out drunk idiots and putting away rowdy drunk businessmen is pretty much all the on-the-job training they give you. I spent at least my first year on the force doing that and catching petty teenage bike thieves."

Thank god he only had to do that and not all that shitty Phantom Thief PR stunt, but that was an entirely different conversation.

❦ || @jesterofinaba​​

A snort. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she said, red eyes rolling with a lazy wave of her hand.

“Heard ya loud and clear already, Peaches. Just get those assholes out of here before they tear a new one into the bar.”

It was practically routine at this point, honestly. Either it was a peaceful night where they could relax in the atmosphere of the bar, or it was one of those nights where some grade-A idiots decide to let the alcohol get to their heads and throw tantrums. Unfortunately for them, she thought, swiping the broom and dust pan from the storage room, it was the latter. 

Damnit. And to think she was optimistic enough to believe she’d get some time to get rid of this damn headache, too…

At least she came back just in time to watch Adachi kick the two drunkards out on the street. That was always something worth seeing—-especially for someone as scrawny as the man that did it. A small huff of amusement escapes her then as she sweeps the debris into the waiting mouth of the dustpan.

“Never one to skip out on leg day, are you?” came the dry comment. “And to think I used to wonder why they never hired a bouncer around this place…”

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor​ | from here

What they were doing was stupid and dangerous, and Adachi usually wouldn’t have minded something like that, except this time his neck isn’t the only one on the line.

It hadn’t been long since Tatsuo had been arrested, and it was obvious to everyone in the family that Adachi hadn’t been taking it well. And under the family’s nose, along with Tatsuo’s old sweetheart Yuko, they’ve been trying to dig further into how their friend got framed, getting any kind of information he could.

He’s heard rumors from people in the clan that he’s been acting differently, wondering if he’s cracked from the pressure. Worst comes to worst... that wouldn’t be a hard role to play if it kept suspicion off of him.

Yuko, though... she had an out, she didn’t need to get herself hurt, and Adachi didn’t want his brother worrying about her on top of those two civvie friends of his.

Her arguing back with him causes his temper to flare, and Adachi had never been good at controlling it. He scowls and slams his hand on the counter, trying to ignore his guilt and not think about that pained look on her face.

“I’m not sayin’ you need to stop helping him or stop talking to him, dammit, I’m sayin’ that you need to stay the hell away from the clan - hell, we shouldn’t even be seen talking to each other!”

He points at his eye patch, voice rising. “Do you think I got this just running into a stick as a kid? This is what the higher ups do as a light punishment, Yuko! They’d do a hell of a lot worse to you!

I don’t want you getting any more hurt than you have already.” The bandages on her arm were a testament to the danger she was getting herself in. “I told Tatsuo I’d keep an eye on you. And Maruki and his fiance. The more time any of you spend with me, the more danger you’re in.”

Maybe the crazy act wouldn’t be a bad cover...

[jesterofinaba]

Capo starter | @booksilent

There’s a sigh from the shadow at the bar as he cradles his rocks glass, head in his other hand. It’s hard to tell when he’s facing away from the door and with his large ivory fedora still on his head, but Capo was tiredly rubbing at his face, roughly, seemingly with no regard to hurting the stitched and red cuts still covering his skin.

He knew someone had entered the bar behind him, and he had a pretty good idea on who it was, too. The shadow didn’t turn around, but he spoke up, sounding tired and worn despite the uncanny layering in his unnatural yet familiar voice.

“Go away, old friend.”

He’s silent for a little bit, but hearing nothing, speaks up again.

“Can’t you leave a man to drink himself to death in peace?”

[jesterofinaba]

Capo starter | @fatexbound​

It wasn’t hard to find Capo if you were looking for him. More often than not, he was in the bar that served as his dungeon, brooding in the peace and quiet, and quietly finishing a smoke and a whiskey on the rocks. He was seated at the counter, pouring himself another drink, when he heard the door open behind him.

Finishing the cigarette, he puts it out in an ashtray before turning to face whoever had decided to encroach on his territory. Looking over with sharp yellow eyes, they light up when he recognizes the figure at the door, and he turns in his seat to face him. Had to be the shadow of the Narukami kid, there was no other person it could be.

His freshly scarred face flashes the kid a wolfish smile before he calmly sets about lighting himself another cigarette, reaching into the pocket of his long, white trench coat to get his silver lighter.

“You’re a little young to be in here.” He comments around the cigarette in his mouth as he lights it, before taking a drag and setting the lighter back on the counter. Most shadows around here were too young to be in a bar, leaving him largely alone to mope, exactly how Capo liked it.

“But I don’t think you’re here for a drink. What do you want with me, tough guy?”

[jesterofinaba]

@supportive-editor​ | from here

“I would have been fine, you just wanted an excuse to skip cl- gh-!”

Tohru stiffens as his classmate easily picks him back up by the collar like a kitten being lifted by the scruff of its neck. He’s set back on his feet and, face red, Tohru scowls, looks at the ground, and pushes up his glasses.

He wouldn’t have been fine, and they both knew it. Getting pushed around and whispered about for the way Tohru acted was nothing new. The bitter wallflower who consistently scored top of the class and did nothing else was a pretty easy target. Still, getting saved from a beating... that was unexpected. He wasn’t sure why Shibusawa stuck around him, besides maybe for homework help and that Tohru was his tutor, but being around when he didn’t have to be... weird.

But he had to admit that he liked the company.

Once composed, Tohru dusts himself off before straightening his uniform and picking up his dumped belongings.

“Alright, I guess I owe you one.” There’s a ghost of a smile on Tohru’s face, a rarity. “What do you want? An out for your next detention? Tutoring for free?” Just in line with Tohru’s thinking - transactional. He didn’t know much else.

[jesterofinaba]

starter for @makinghiistory​

For a detective so dedicated to making a difference and keeping the peace in Inaba, Adachi felt guilty being assigned temporarily to a case back in Tokyo, but there was the promise that he’d be back soon. Besides, after the murders a few years back, Inaba had returned to the sleepy little town it was before, and they didn’t need as many people stationed all the time.

Still, he’d almost forgotten how chaotic assignments in the city were. What he’d thought would be a bit of a vacation, leaving time to visit his daughter, who was now in high school, quickly turned out to be getting stuffed wherever they needed a guy with a pulse like he was still a street cop. The force (and a certain famous private detective that wasn’t his daughter or Nanako-chan) were so single-handedly busy chasing those Phantom Thieves kids they weren’t focusing on what Adachi thought was really important - their actual cases with actual people who needed help, not some group of LARPers playing superhero.

Such as his current assignment, working on the inheritance case of the Okumura heiress. When Adachi arrived at the scene, he saw that the young woman was standing alone while everyone was debating what to let her have. Concerned, he approached her and bowed in greeting.

“Okumura-san, right? I’m Detective Adachi, assigned to your case.”

Awkwardly, he runs a finger over the scar that ran across the bridge of his nose.

“I’ve... heard about what had happened to your father. I’m sorry, dealing with that in the public eye and with this,” he gestures at the lawyers and police taking up the room, “must really be a lot. If I can do anything, let me know. I and the other detectives are here to help you, first and foremost.”

[jesterofinaba]

“We’re Sorry” error message starter | @thedetectiveofinaba​

It wasn’t often that the Hierophant took off of work early, but on a slow day like this, there really wasn’t much to do, and the Inaba police force could handle anything like a lost cat without their head detective for the last few hours of the workday. He’d insisted that some of the other officers go home, but eventually gave in and punched out himself. Your munchkin’s gonna be out of the house soon, you’re back’s gonna throw out so go get some rest, and fix up dinner since you don’t have a wife, they’d teased, good-naturedly, and Adachi gave them one of those crooked sly smiles, told them not to get smart, and walked home.

It took him longer to get home now than it had been a few years before, back when they’d first moved to Inaba, since Adachi didn’t drive much now unless he really had to. At least the weather was decent and the walk wasn’t too far.

The Hierophant whistles idly to himself as he approaches his house, taking a ring of keys from his pocket, selecting one, and unlocking the front door. The guys at the station did have a point. Naoto would be going to a high school in the city soon, or at least Todai after that (he was certain that she’d get accepted even if she’d taken the test with her eyes closed), and they were somehow busier now than they’d been during the Yamano/Konishi case. It’d be good to relax a little and see how she’s holding up with school.

When Adachi opens the door, though, who he sees at the door is-

“Naoto?”

His face, somewhat hard to tell behind glasses and a myriad of mostly-faded scars, is contorted in complete confusion. That’s Naoto, so why does he sound so hesitant?

[jesterofinaba]

The quiet shifts were, if Adachi had to pick, the ones he was most partial to.

Less annoying drunkards to toss out onto the street when they had too much, less people to have to talk to and stop from prying into his business, and less shit to clean up when he closed up for the night. Besides, then it was still, and he could read a book, turn on TV he liked, or sit and play solitaire or come up with some interesting virgin cocktails for himself.

Still, the odd lone customer didn't bother him too much. The lady sitting herself at the counter was new, but that wasn't surprising, with all the people bustling in and out of the Red Light District.

What was interesting was that she knew the Sumire kid - and was apparently her guardian.

"The kid talks about me? All good things, I hope." He jokes dryly, finishing cleaning a glass and adding it to the stack behind him. He's still not sure whether Yoshizawa-chan has actually connected the dots and realized who he was yet, but his change in appearance recently had something to do with it. Maybe Clark Kent was onto something for wearing glasses to keep people spotting him as Superman.

"Nice to meet ya, Michiko-san. Name's Adachi Tohru, and I'm going to guess that you were equally as dumbfounded that a bar hired a kid as much I was." He didn't like socializing much, but if Yoshizawa liked her enough, she had a chance of being decent. "What'll you have?"

@jesterofinaba meets Fool!Sumire's Guardian!

Today's been quite, Sumire's out and about with her friends and she has time to herself. Don't get her wrong, she loves spending time with the kid, but that kid needs far more than just her sister and Kishi. So she's glad to see her out and about, so she decides a bit of a drink won't kill her,

So, she closes the parlor up for today, if Sumire wants to get in that's fine. She has the spare keys to the place anyways.

Heels click against the ground as she proceeds to make her way to the bar table to sit down, she looks across the table to see Adachi and decides to make small talk. ...Maybe it's best to bring up Sumire as a topic so she can get to know this co-worker of hers. Not that she doesn't trust Sumire's judgement, no, she just wants to make friends with someone that has seemed to at least treat her not like a criminal.

" ...You're Sumire's co-worker aren't you? It's a pleasure to meet you after her telling me about you. I'm Michiko Kishi, her guardian. "