04 || I'm going slightly mad

[itscabbagetime]

Who:Tohru Adachi and whoever else.
Where:Wandering around Somni
Event-based Location: Inaba's jail cell.
Style: Any.
Status: Open.

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[martini_manjuu]

[notices the man sitting down on the bench, in the cold]

Mokona not think that the greatest place to take a nap.

[itscabbagetime]

[Guess who Adachi sees Mokona as? A moe little shadow ball! He giggles quietly to himself, shaking his head frantically.]

Where would you sleep? On the floor?

[martini_manjuu]

Mokona think inside better. Mokona has fuzzy coat and Mokona still cold outside.

[itscabbagetime]

[Snorts.]

You can't get more inside than this.

[phantomfenton]

*Is ghostily flying past in search of people when--* ... Vlad?

*There's (to him) no one around, so it's all right for him to serve around and alight a dozen feet away.* You!

*Marches towards him, glowing eyes bright with anger.* I should've known you'd have something to do with this. Tell me what you did to this place!

[itscabbagetime]

[He blinked, eyes lighting up with Danny's appearance-- he saw him as Souji-- the boy who lead the Investigation Team. With another giggle, he shook his head.]

You know what I did. Why should I explain again? You figured it all out on your own.

*View-switch-go!*

[phantomfenton]

Danny's stride falters. He stops a few feet away from the man, mind whirling. Vlad's defenitely done something, and he expected Danny to already know what he'd done? What did Danny miss? Where were the clues? Great, just what Danny needs: mind games, on top of everything else. Now's not the time for those, everyone's missing. More than ever before, Danny wants to grab him by the front of his smarmy rich-guy suit and beat the stuffing out of him.

He's not that stupid, though. Hard, painful experience has already taught him which of the two is better at hand-to-hand fighting, and unfortunately, it's not Danny. He has a much better chance of finding and saving everyone if he plays this stupid little game.

Even if he hates every second of it.

Reluctantly gritting out each word as though chewing sand, Danny growls, "Figured out all what, Vlad?" He folds his arms, keeping his glare locked on his enemy. "Cut the crap, already. What're you planning this time?"

.... s-sorry it's so short D8

[itscabbagetime]

"Planning?" He snorted and shook his head and tilted it aside as though mocking the boy, his torso leaning forwards as his grin widens. He shook his head, his hands coming to cross over his chest, his own eyes and ears seeing and hearing the handcuffs movement on his wrists.

"The only thing I plan is my meals," he said lazily, another light laugh sliding out as he took in a deep breath. "But you already know that."

[scientize]

Luckily for Naomi, though her encounters with the affected residents had left her annoyed, the only injury she had sustained had been a small, yet considerably painful burn from her brief encounter with the demon child, Road. Though Javert had been timely enough to interrupt the brat's attack, the woman didn't even have to consider for a moment if she would have gone further or not.

Of course she would.

And now that Road knew where she was living again, it seemed like a good enough idea to spend a bit more time than normal outside of the house, enjoying the refreshingly chilly winter landscape.

She hadn't expected to cross paths with her current lover, wandering around like a mad man. He'd been gone for the last day or two, but it hadn't concerned Naomi in the slightest. The man always showed up eventually. Why should she care now? The fact that he could be hallucinating with the rest of the population hadn't even occurred to her yet.

"What are you doing out here giggling like a little girl?"

[itscabbagetime]

He flinched away from the voice, his eyes slowly swiveling up towards the woman he thought to be none other than Mayumi Yamano. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, finally standing up to make his way towards her, his pace jagged and his eyes almost mad with intent.

"Ahaha," he smiled a twisted smile and shrugged his shoulders for the second time before forcing himself to stand straight. He held his gun in his right hand as both of his arms arched out, his grin cocky and unhinged. "I should finish what I tried to start." He advanced towards her, his inane giggling starting up once again. "It'd be a waste to let this opportunity go, don't you think?"

And suddenly he stopped, his footing awkward as he looked over head, his thoughts engrossed in something-- or perhaps nothing? He shook his head again and blinked towards "Mayumi" as he slid his gun back into its holster.

"I don't want to kill you," he said sharply, "I just wanted to have a little fun. You're a whore anyway, so I don't get why you didn't just agree. It would

[scientize]

Wasn't this just the greatest day of her life? Naomi didn't even bother to keep her annoyed sigh in. As used to his odd fits of behavior as she was becoming, even this was weird coming from the twisted detective. It wasn't just his words or the mirthless laughter that kept slipping between his lips, it was the look he held in his eyes.

Almost like he was looking right through her.

Hands moving to her hips, Naomi was just about scold the man like a child for drinking so heavily during the day when the flash of silver caught her gaze. His gun. She had almost forgotten that he carried a firearm on himself almost at all times. Her dark eyes keeping tab on the direction the gun was headed, it took only one sentence for her emotions to flare out of control again.

"Did you just call me a whore?! You bastard!" How dare he speak like that to her. No one in Somarium had ever dared to say that to her face except for Grell, but who cared what that disgusting man had in his head? No one

[itscabbagetime]

"I didn't kill you. Not really. It was an accident." He was reckoning with his own conscience now, his mind whirling and attempting to come to grips with the situation in front of him. It made no sense, but when it came to Adachi, he didn't really care about sense. His thoughts, instead, were taking on a new direction-- one that held his once escaped victim with little prospect.

"It's not like I knew you'd go through the TV." He continued, stretching an arm out shakily as he looked down towards his hand in wonder-- who'd have known these hands could penetrate into an entirely different world? Adachi didn't. Not until last year, anyway. "Who's ever heard of going inside a TV

[chose_death]

"Ah. Is it?"

It had been several days since Adachi had last shown up to police headquarters for work. Javert had been completely unable to reach the man by Dreamberry, nor did he find him at his documented place of residence. Though it was a marvelous excuse to dismiss the boy, he could not deny that it was strange behavior even for Adachi. The slowly building pile of paperwork did not help matters any.

Javert had ventured out that day with the intention of investigating the recent delirium epidemic. He already knew Tamaki Suoh was among the affected, along with his young colleague. The man known as Dominic had said something about several others with the same affliction. Therefore, the question was this: How much of the city truly was overcome by this plague

[itscabbagetime]

He heard the voice but he didn't quite believe it. He saw stood before him a man he'd known for little over a year-- a man who could tug at his conscience hard enough to make him feel regret and disloyal. Adachi slowly let his eyes trail up to the man's face-- there was no mistaking it. He spoke strangely, but he knew it was him-- it was Dojima.

He choked on a sly laugh, suddenly feeling so very unclean as he pushed his hair aside with a stray hand, his other holding his head up determinedly. Of course, he couldn't remember Javert. He didn't know Somarium. He didn't know he had a dreamberry; his minds eye gave him nothing but a shambled set of clothes and metallic bars holding him in.

There was a long silence as he considered "Dojima's" words; was he trying to joke with him? He let out a hollow laugh, though it really wasn't heartfelt at all.

"That's a pretty bad joke, considering."

[chose_death]

"Oh, really." Javert was unimpressed. He stepped closer to Adachi, his gaze sweeping up and down the younger man. He was haggard, hardly conscious, but there was recognition in the man's eye; unhinged recognition, but recognition nonetheless. It reminded the Inspector of the hysterical glint he had seen in Tamaki Suoh at the Café des Reves. "I found it an amusing enough quip."

Javert halted about three feet away from Adachi, his cane tucked beneath his arm. He thrust his mighty hand into his pocket, withdrew a pack of cigarettes and tossed them to the other man.

"You left these at the station," he said coldly. "Take one and clear your head."

[itscabbagetime]

He caught the packet of cigarettes easily, gripping them tightly in his hands as they fell down to peer at them with intrigue. He then peeled the box open and tugged free a single stick, rolling it between his fingers before glancing up to peer at Javert with soft confusion.

"They let you give me these?" He asked as he shook the lighter free.

"I didn't know you cared," he scoffed as he threw the cigarettes against the bench he sat on and closed his eyes as he slipped the filter against his lips and lit up.