#aqulus

“Hey! Hey! Hey happy birthday to the bestest sister in the whole damn world!”

“Guess who has baby pictures and not afraid to show ‘em off?”

at the beginning of the killing game at hope’s peak, makoto never expected to get so close to kyouko, or rather, close to her at all-- but she was practically his bff by the time it was all over! so seeing her here with him on this strange island, well, he could seriously feel some tears of joy coming on. he was almost as happy to see her as the time she followed him into that garbage chute to save him (almost).

he immediately ran over to her with a big, dumb smile on his face, panting at the small workout. “kirigiri-san, i’m so--”

Previous Experience: I have been a detective ever since I was 7 years old, for a total of almost 15 years - anything my father can do, I can do and better. I am a 000 detective, only one of four in my previous world. 000 detectives, to give you an idea, need to be confronted by national level security if gone rogue. I have handled a rogue 000 in the past at age 13. I am also the former Super High School Level Detective - scouted at age 16 for being the best around and am also known as the Ultimate Detective as well. Impossible crime and homicide is my specialty, although I can do any case imaginable.

Skills: I know 8 separate martial arts, kickboxing and much, much more. I know hacking. I know how to use just about any weapon, although I have a preference for using two pistols. I can lock pick. I’ve escaped being tortured. I can hold my breath for upwards of 10 minutes. I know survival skills. I know how to read someones body language perfectly and get into their head, predicting their actions. I can perform body examinations to find a deeper cause of death if need be. And this is simply some examples. I don’t have any ‘superpowers’ or 'magic’, however, despite the fact that I have taken my body to the absolute limit a normal human can. I suppose something worth noting is that I can hear the Angel of Death and danger in general - meaning, I can sense death essentially, when someone is about to die, if they died, and so on and so forth.

Previous Criminal Record Y/N: Yes. If yes to previous question, provide explanation: 

My crimes are as follows, along with explanation:

Speeding and general breaking of traffic rules - I needed to get places quickly. And it’s fun.

Underaged smoking and drinking  - Teenage rebellion. Don’t ever start smoking.

Breaking and entering - I needed information.

Espionage - Read the above.

Larceny - Read the above.

Trespassing - Read the above.

Fabrication of evidence - Used to catch someone when they’re lying and as a bluff. I’ve never sent in fake evidence or used it otherwise. 

Illegal use of weaponry and vehicles - You think they’d give a 14 year old a license?

Automobile theft - Needed a vehicle in a pinch.

Treason - I sort of helped and used resources from a world saving organization with my leadership in one of their branches to hide and help rehabilitate 15 people that ended the world in the first place. I wasn’t caught for what? A full year? No one found out until that time, and even then, I was not the one under suspicion. 

Sedition - In less eloquent words, fuck the Future Foundation.

Assault - Sometimes you have to knock people out.

With the exception of Treason, I was never caught for any of these.

“...” A slow blink. He clears his throat, “This application is...Extensive. Anything you wish me to redact given the nature of a relative of yours also working here is something you should let me know.”

“I can appreciate your desire to list your own accomplishments - and they are many- instead of relying on lineage. Hired.”

Weiss turned to face her rag-tag team with a smile, eyes jumping from each member. The only unfamiliar person here was Kyouko’s uncle/father figure, Kizakura as he’d been introduced. She couldn’t deny there was some anxiety churning in her chest. Not because Kizakura seemed to be bad, of course, she was just... naturally strung up by the presence of unfamiliar men.

“Kyouko, I’m trusting you to keep a hold of the gun. Smile, you’re rather good at scouting, so you can keep an eye out for places we might not see at first glance.”

Despite all the hubbub about this place and the concerns he harbored over it, the armored man had nodded off outside the apartment stairs. Likely he wasn’t comfortable enough to try the beds there, distrusting for now.

At least outside he could wake up at the slightest sound of company.