Recent content by Imato Inoue

"You're right. I'm a terrible policeman." The ugly truth. He was a random walk, chicken without a head, marionette in the wind. Without the guidance of a focused mind Imato wasn't anything at all. He should have walked right after Day 19. Yamato was wrong. "But what I am good at," he coughed...

“I don’t see anything you haven’t.” There was nothing to say about the terror battle that hadn’t already been written over and through Imato. Ice water up the spine and through the hands, choking cold vapor into the lungs, the physiologic vice of mortal terror, all sirens urging him to lunge...

For a moment, they flanked the Whitewall wordlessly. Something fluttered on the tastebuds, a hue turned on itself in the sky. The air hummed in sympathy with a dread chord in the heart. In the next moment, they were gone. They stepped through the air. Imato could keep pace for a few moments...

“Well, it’s more like a syn-“ Imato caught himself and smiled. “Yes, it’s like mind reading.” The two women shared a moment that quite clearly indicated there was something they did not want to share. Bringing it up at all to Imato, unfortunately, was probably the worst way to go about that...

They entered the storage room, with Rin close at Imato's side. He smiled at her as she darted away from his side, and directed him to a specific seat she had made out of a beam that had been blasted in an opportune manner. "You're incredible. I think I will very graciously accept your help, Rin...

As the cadre of officers from the Eleventh approached the small tent — more of a lean-to, really, propped up against a great wooden post that had once been the corner of a buliding — they would have seen Imato crouched down on one knee, wooden crutches placed delicately to the side, facing some...

The great black maw opened and startled Imato. He stared up at the towering Gillian. He had no idea what power had created such an entity; finally, his ability to suspend judgement on the facts of the world around him collapsed. These were strange beasts with power beyond what could ever be...

Imato stepped back and looked at Hazuki’s makeshift splint. He was impressed by her grit. Imato might have carelessly though that, raised in what many considered to believe the lap of privilege, Hazuki might have considered fashioning a field dressing beneath her. But, of course, most would have...

Imato pushed the piece of stucco off his legs with a heaving effort. The student let out a low, rolling moan. He kneeled down at eye level with the young man, who was a pale as a ghost. He smiled at him. “Well done.” Imato put the back of his hand on the boy’s face for a moment. It was cold...

"It ate it." There was no question in Imato's voice, nor hint of sardonicism spurred by the gallows it was clear they were in. It was barely a confirmation of the words that had been said. Then, the sword clattered to the ground, and Hazuki picked it up. He searched his heart for some feeling...

Quiet, had been the order of the day. This was beyond need-to-know. Even Imato had been told precious little. What he had been told was vague. Reports had reached the Sixth: there were inventory discrepancies at the Shin’o Academy. More likely than not, these were simply mistakes by sloppy...

Stats, Skills, and Powers Stats Reiatsu: Class 10 Reiryoku: 12 Skills Spirit Arts: Adept (4) Hoho: Adept (4) Shivers, or predictive perception: Novice (1) Spiritual Conditioning: Proficient (2) Resonance: Expert (8) Investigation and Deduction: Adept (4) Scholarship & Recall: Adept (4) Hunch...

INOUE, IMATO SHINIGAMI Third Seat, Sixth Division Personnel File Age: 100 Gender: Man Ethnicity: Japanese Physical Specifications Height and Weight: 178 cm, 60 kg Eyes: Brown Hair: Black General Appearance: Imato is a tall, slender limbed man. He has tiny, delicate wrists that accentuate the...

His eyes are glazed over, dreary from a night of little sleep. A candle burns in the dark blue, morning haze that envelops Junya's office. He yawns, sitting slumped in his chair, waiting for the tea to finish up. It's a blend from one of the junior analysts' family in the Rukongai. As it steeps...

His eyebrows raise, in an expression of concern, when she turns back -- caught off guard. He listens quietly to what Hazuki has to say. A formality, I'm sure, something inside of him quips. He smacks the thought away, hard. Junya looks at Hazuki's face for a moment. His gaze is searching, then...