Sir Skrubbins
The Dude
Tohru Adachi
Interactions:
Timothy Wahnabe Jr. & Sr. ( Lazaro1505 )
Fireteam Martingale ( Corrosion )
Sophia ( Teacup but existent )
Victor ( Stricken Steel )
Status: In Combat
Condition: Fine
Location: City of Vale
That was great. He was expecting something a little more explosive: getting red in the face, throwing some insults back, maybe some crying - but Adachi was pretty satisfied with what he got.
He couldn’t really make out the look on her face through her helmet, which was disappointing, but her response was all he needed to hear. That outraged retort! Man, it’s all so predictable. Stepping forward to confront him, being defensive, desperately trying to justify herself...
Though he wasn’t certain to what extent she was really affected by what he said, he was pretty sure he got under her skin at least a little, which gave him a good enough kick for now.
Besides, just because you know what‘s going to happen doesn’t make it any less funny.
He was about ready to poke the bear a little more, in hopes of getting a better reaction... but then that stupid kid had to speak up and put an end to his fun.
Adachi’s expression turned sour. If there was one thing he was really sick and tired of, it was being lectured about the so-called “power of friendship” by people who pretend they know how the world works because it hasn’t had the chance to screw them over yet. Life seems bleak, but having a few moments of happiness with some shiny new “friends” makes the world look so bright to kids like him, so it has to be the same for everyone, right? Give people a hug and tell them it’ll all be okay, and they’ll be fine, right? His opinion meant shit.
A year ago, Adachi would’ve thrown the bullshit this kid was spewing right back in his face.
But he'd changed since. And now... he felt conflicted.
This kind of know-it-all speech was something right out of Narukami’s book. They weren't the same - definitely not. But the way he was lecturing him now, there was a flicker of recognition. Somehow, he could picture that damn brat saying something along the lines of what this kid was saying now. For a brief moment, he remembered how he felt when he and Narukami fought, thinking 'hey, why can't that be me?' Why couldn't he say stupidly idealistic things? What the hell was causing these kids to act this way? He didn't understand it. He couldn't understand it.
The way he said it pissed him off - it was really childish and annoying. But...
...to tell the truth, he was kind of impressed. Maybe he had the wrong idea about this kid. For his laughable attitude, what he was trying to say was actually pretty mature. Adachi honestly felt a little humbled. Sighing out his frustrations, he sardonically began to clap for the Wahnabe.
“Haha... even dressed as a bear, you’re more human than I could ever be, kid.” Adachi acclaimed, stopping his round of applause with a shrug. “I don’t know what the big deal is, though. I was just trying to teach her a lesson about showboating, is all.”
When Farmer Brown - or Grey, as he introduced himself, stepped in and explained the uptake in incidents, it caused Adachi's detective gears to start turning. Alright, so that's something out of the ordinary for these guys, he thought. So, something must be causing these ugly bastards to be more aggressive. Unless someone did something really incompetent, like leaving a hole in the wall open or bringing in crates of catnip overnight or something, it's possible that someone or something might be causing these attacks on purpose.
Adachi furrowed his brow. In his experience, it was depressing just how often it was the former. Regardless, he'd probably have to talk to these boneheads later. Figuring this out seemed like something that could help him piece together just what kind of situation it was that he ended up in.
“Don’t worry, I get it," Adachi began, addressing Grey's remark about being overstretched. "Being in the police, I know how much of a pain in the ass being stretched for resources is. I’m just saying, trying to show off when this kind of carnage happens on your watch makes you look foolish, and that’s all there is to it.”
Dumbass. At least they could finally bury that and actually get on with something useful. Given how everyone else was introducing themselves - even some newcomers, like that cowpoke robot - Adachi figured it was a good place to start with his new posse. Urgh. He already felt himself getting a headache from having to deal with these people. Why did he think this was a good idea?
"And, as you heard from that kid, I'm Tohru Adachi." Having gotten pleasantries out of the way, Adachi was finally about ready to hear an explanation...
...but the Grimm had other ideas.
The ground rumbled, split and contorted. Something big was coming. Stepping backwards, the sight was something to behold. Whatever was underground was trying to smash its way to the surface - and it definitely didn't look small.
The asphalt wasn't going to hold it for long, and the big nuisance soon showed its face. Bursting through the ground like it was a wet paper bag, the Death Stalker readied itself for battle. Snapping its claws and priming its stinger, it gave an ear-splitting screech to show it meant business. It looked like they weren't done with these things just yet!
"Looks like there's no time to rest..." Adachi sighed, reaching into his suit jacket for an old friend - his Nambu Model 60 revolver. This should be in police lockup... but then again, so should he.
Brandishing his revolver in his right hand and crushing an Arcana card with his left, Magatsu-Izanagi returned once more, staring down the Death Stalker with a chilling ferocity. With a sharp motion from its right arm, it cast Power Charge upon its host, imbuing Adachi with a tremendous amount of magical energy waiting to be released on his next strike.
"I don't get how you kids have so much energy..." Adachi remarked, in response to Sophia and Chance's... enthusiasm? Briefly scratching the back of his head with the barrel of his revolver, he smiled, loosened himself up, and got ready to face their next threat. Not like there was any running from this one, anyway.
"Well, let's get started, then. You like this stuff, right?" He began, Magatsu-Izanagi taking its battle stance. "Once it starts to sweat... go in for the kill."
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