Kazuhira Miller (
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Kazuhira Miller has made himself at home at a cozy Nexus seating group. He pores over a spread of newspapers and magazines covering a plethora of universes and alternate Earth timelines. To one side, a text book on theoretical physics is opened to a chapter on string theory and a cup of black coffee has formed a puckered ring over Donald Trump's leering face on an issue of Time Magazine.
He lays his current paper flat on the adjacent coffee table, leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and loosely clasp his palms. "What's the strangest news you've ever heard? Or, if you'd rather: what world event would you say has affected you the most?"
Miller's head turns and points to a four-inch stack of glossy flyers. He sighs. "And ... while we're at it, when did newspapers become seventy-percent ads?"
He lays his current paper flat on the adjacent coffee table, leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, and loosely clasp his palms. "What's the strangest news you've ever heard? Or, if you'd rather: what world event would you say has affected you the most?"
Miller's head turns and points to a four-inch stack of glossy flyers. He sighs. "And ... while we're at it, when did newspapers become seventy-percent ads?"
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"The most life changing event I've read about was tabloidesque rumors being true." That was when everything changed, back home...
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Miller leans back on the couch and props his ankle on his knee. "What kind of tabloid-style rumors are we talking about? Celebrity love affairs? Liberace being gay?"
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"Mysterious beast attacks suburban home, victim drained of all blood. Demon sightings. People having freakish accidents happen to them. Things of that sort."
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"Truth be told, I probably wouldn't have believed you 48 hours ago, but damn if I haven't seen some weird shit since then." He combs a hand through his hair. "You know there's a goddamn nekomata running around here?"
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"Sumaru is a....special case." Katsuya admits, adjusting his tinted sunglasses with a sigh. The mention of a demon in the Nexus makes his entire demeanor stiffen. "There is? Has it been causing any trouble? How could I have missed one?" He bites at his thumb, clearly vexed.
His extermination was clearly not thorough enough.
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"The yokai was behaving herself, near as I could tell. Even gave me a kiss and a gift," he says patting his pocket where said cat treats now live. "'Missed one?' Are you part of some kind of demon patrol?"
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"My home world has had a history of demon troubles. And there was....an incident...involving demons attacking the Nexus some time ago. I had thought I'd done away with them all. So..yes. I'm a violent crimes detective, but I do hunt demons in my personal time." That's the simplest way to explain his life.
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Kaz scratches at a sideburn and looks the other man up and down. His sense of style is impressive, but he can't see this guy tangling with monsters. "Jesus. You're telling me you hunt demons as a hobby?"
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Kaz's eyes aren't deceiving him. Katsuya Suou does not look like he could bench press a toddler, let alone pistol whip demons heads off. But he does! And in his suit no less! To be fair, he has his clothes custom made to be tough as armor, and stain resistant. One of the benefits of rumors becoming reality in Sumaru.
"...More of an obligation. But...in a word, yes."
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Kaz cocks his head to one side. "What exactly do you do with a demon once it's caught?"
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"Catch them? No, you misunderstand. I either talk them down, get them to leave. Or I kill them. There is no capture. What purpose would I have for the beasts?"
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"Ah," he nods his understanding, but crosses his arms. "I've only met one demon -- at least, to my knowledge -- so this might sound silly, but any chance you can use them? Weaponize them?"
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What he does have is the ability to dump gratuitous amounts of fire and gun onto any demon that crosses him. He's good at that.
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He reflects on that idea and snorts. "Or at the very least, it'd make the basis for a good pulp novel."
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"It's probably for the best the government hasn't gotten hold of demons though." He's seen how fast corruption spreads firsthand. "If a person would be tempted, imagine a bureaucrat. "
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Suddenly, a derail: "Say, I've gotta ask ... where'd you find that suit? Looks real slick. The glasses are a nice touch, too."
Someone's a big fan of men's wear, even if his only visible efforts are the aviators, some great hair product, and a fancy watch.
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It's something to ask the detective agency about though. As Sumaru's resident Devil Sumnmoners, they might know something about the subject.
"The suit? Ah, Rosa Candida--it's a specialty department store back in Sumaru. It's...not your average clothing store." Not anymore, at least. Hurray for rumors changing reality? "Thank you for noticing, though. i do try to maintain a professional appearance. As a civil servant, I should look the part."
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"I miss having an excuse to wear clothes that aren't olive drab," he says wistfully as he leafs through a Nordstrom's ad. He frowns after a few pages; the offerings are a little bland for his 70's sense of style. "I landed in the wrong line of work, at least when it comes to robust wardrobes."