Solitary Wildcat

>> NOT SPOILERFREE!!! 

27 years old (<my hc), birthday 22th of January, Russo-Japanese War Veteran, 7th division, serial traitor

has a glass eye 

one of the many people after the ainu gold

murdered his whole family, haunted by guilt taking form of his half brother that he refuses to face and so he ends up shooting himself 

feeling inadequate in the face of that half-brother he became government spy, with his goal to prove that even a defective person could gain status 

“pure people don’t exist, no one truly feels guilty over killing”

projects himself which is why although he’s perceptive he’s prone to make faulty judgements 

immature, prideful, competitive, smart yet stupid...

callous, backstabbing, paranoid, cynical, cold.....

will do anything to prove himself right (unless it’s embarrassing)

is usually wrong

though coolheaded he’s not all that stable and prone to making emotional choices thinking he’s born defective

he craves praise and validation feeling the best when fragile ego is stroked 

in the end he wasn’t defective as he thought he was  but he largely also made himself what he was

He missed an dagger by just a hair when he comes through the window. Luckily too, “what the hell?” She breathes sharply, completely on guard. She doesn’t know him and that’s probably why she’s a lot more hostile than she would’ve been if it were someone she recognized. 

“I don’t even know you.” But it sounded like he knew her. Hm. 

“Look, I’m assuming you’re from the other Spirale.”

The seeing eye turns at the direction of the dagger. He pulls it off and sets it on his belt. Now that he looks at the woman he’s reminded of certain someone. He scoffs a little. This must be that brats other self.

“ ...yeah, I guess you don’t.  I only sort of know you too, not that it matters any.“

Then he sits down on the floor, casually leaning  the rifle to rest against his shoulder.

“ Relax. I’m not here to rob you or anything... There won’t be any trouble unless you feel like forcing me out now. “

his head tilted, a confused hum sounded. nightmare?

ϟ i’m Pikachu. i’m a Pokémon. there are lots of us and lots of different kinds where i live, but there aren’t many here. we live in the wild, in a forest. humans know all about us and some try to catch us, but most of the humans here aren’t like that. you come from far away where there aren’t any Pokémon. ϟ

“ Well, you’re right about that. “

Nothing really ever went the way he wanted it to - he might have gotten a good shove of the back of his rifle at the guy but the three others hadn’t taken too kindly to it and neither had the barkeeper. 

So now he was there down at the ground, surprised they hadn’t taken the rifle from him, just emptied the bullets inside the shop. 

He hadn’t noticed he’d audience until now though.

“ Oh it’s you. “

She wouldn’t know him though. Unless she goes to certain dentist at Fibonacci she won’t even recognize him. Regardless, Ogata jumps in through her window. He’s on the run. 

On the first week of getting out Ogata hadn’t been contacting a soul, as he’d been preparing papers and such. This was surely nothing new as he’d only barely even told anyone about getting imprisoned, let alone reasons. The reason hadn’t been all that dramatic but Ogata liked to keep people guessing. 

This went for the intern too. As he had to hand over the clinic to someone Trey knew about the prison but otherwise Ogata had been very tight-lipped about the situation, not to mention he needed someone to handle the cats. 

He’d call again at 10 pm Saturday evening, telling that they should meet and aside the meeting place no information was handed over, no thanks no nothing. 

“ On time as always “, he says after having the other wait him for 20 minutes. He takes his seat at a corner of a quiet but fairly neat bar at the edges of Fibonacci Ward.

     The intonation and subtle movements give him pause, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. It sounds like someone might be getting the wrong impression.

“Another nobody like you,” Fifteen answers, shrugging again. “Whatever’s down there never seemed to be worth the time to waste, staring into nothing. So what’ve you seen?”

“ .... “ 

Ogata’s expression returns back to the usual fisheyed stare, like nothing could impress him. He looks back down to the void, black and endless as ever. 

“ Down there? “

it was kind of funny how it took the human aback. Pikachu hadn’t thought about how strange it might have been for someone who heard him before getting the translator, and he’d gotten used to the language barrier breaking down because of it.

ϟ yeah! this came in a box and a friend helped figure it out. ϟ his paws touched the collar. ϟ now everyone can understand what I’m saying. ϟ

“ ...oh right. Those things. “

For a second there he wonders what’d happen if he were to get one for the cats.

“ ... that’d be a nightmare”, he mumbles aloud. Having those things scream him in coherent words beats the whole purpose if you ask him.