“Ah, actually… I don’t think that there’s really any reason to completely discount the possibility, however unlikely it is. There are many things in this world that have yet to be explained; curses being one of them… I’ve certainly met enough individuals that appeared to have some sort of curse upon them… and having associated with an actual witch, I can’t way that it is really… too far-fetched to think that it is, ah, possible…”
Monthly Archives: September 2013
30 Day Challenge (Day 07)
Day 7:
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Where does your character live? Why did they choose it, and how did they acquire it? How do they handle intruders (graciously? violently?)? Describe the space.
Hakuba spends his time divided between two different houses in two different countries as his parents are separated.
Most of the time (prior to coming to tumblr), Hakuba lives with his mother in London. They have a large estate that backs up to acres of preserved woodland. The house itself is a mansion and very European in design. It’s been in the family for many years; his mother, Marion, grew up there. If she has her way, Saguru will inherit it some day, as well. There are stables, a lot of dedicated staff, gardens, a menagerie of animals (mostly different kinds of birds), ponds, etc… all very lavish and well maintained and grand. Grand entryway and stairs (instead of having its own ballroom), very large library, and so on. It’s excessive and good for hosting events. Hakuba is very fond of it.
In Japan, he lives with his father in a different estate. This one is still very large, but not nearly as grandiose as the one in England. Also European in design (built to accommodate Hakuba Sr’s wife’s tastes), it has polished marble floors, large, spacious hallways and rooms, a drawing room, very nice kitchen, underground parking area with fancy cars, garden area, and so on. As the residents are only the Superintendent General, his son, and Baaya, the only staff needed are a cook, two maids, and then the grounds crew that come once a week to maintain the place. It’s usually very quiet.
As far as intruders go… both have measures in place (surveillance footage, alarms, locks, security guards, etc.) and are typically dealt with by them instead of the residents.
…that said, it seems that Kaitou Kid has figured out how to sneak through the security at the Hakuba Estate on more than one occasion, and Saguru himself has been able to circumvent the measures in place to come and go as he pleases in the middle of the night without getting caught. (Perhaps this is related…)
Most intruders are questioned and turned away unless deemed threatening in which case they are brought down town and treated severely. They take the protection of Hakuba Sr very seriously.
Kaitou, though, is typically welcomed with open arms by Saguru, which… may be problematic. Huh.
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30 Day Challenge (Day 06)
Day 6:
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Why do they have their resources? How long have they had them, and how have they served the character over time? (Ex. Contacts, money, political power, fame, etc.)
Hakuba’s parents both come from “money” families. His father’s side is well-established and near noble, with Hakuba Sr himself being the number one ranking officer in Japan. While Saguru isn’t included in the inheritance for this, his father makes more than enough to provide for his needs (and often dips into his own family funds to add to the savings accounts for his son, but that’s hush hush). Also from his father, the younger Hakuba has made several contacts in the police and private investigatory circuits, all of which he abuses as he sees fit.
His mother’s side is also old money and near-noble, but in a different sort of scope. Saguru receives full benefits from this and is included in his grandmother’s will to receive a substantial inheritance (though she’d like for him to be married and provide heirs, conditionally). Saguru has made several social connections this way, as well as personal relationships that he can call upon for favors when needed all throughout Europe.
A lot of his contacts, money (that he actually uses), and fame, however, come from his own hard work in the field, both in England and in Japan. Detectiving! Meeting people! Footwork! Solving cases!
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airiban: アミリ I keep accidentally saving art of my colleague into my ‘Detective Conan’ folder… yet some how I never bother to correct it. I suppose I enjoy her company so much that I think of her as being from my series.
Why do you even own a gun…
“I’m the son of the Superintendent General, the number one ranking officer in Japan. I was issued a firearm (after all proper testing and paperwork) in order to protect myself and others in appropriate situations. From time to time, my work with the police force requires it, though I’ve (fortunately) never had to use it in the line of duty. I hope to never have to.”
A Public Apology
“Earlier today I pulled a gun on two of my friends in an attempt to scare them. The gun wasn’t loaded; it was completely empty. Regardless, I did have a firearm on my person without the proper permit, and I did aim it at a person in a threatening manner. While it was supposed to be a joke, it was improper, inappropriate, and illegal.
"I’ve been thinking about it all day and I am deeply ashamed of my gross misconduct, and would like to offer everyone an apology. I’m very sorry that I allowed myself to do something so irrational and brutish.
"Please do not use my actions as an example of what is appropriate. Guns are not toys, they are weapons. They should be used for protection and defense, not jokes. Not to make a point.
"I never thought that I would have to be making one of these speeches but, again, no one is infallible… I only hope that you’re all able to forgive me, in time, and trust that I will not repeat this mistake.
"And to the two individuals in particular who were involved: please, please accept my sincerest apology for my actions earlier today. If there’s anything that I can do to set it right, do let me know.
"Thank you.”
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((ooc: for the record, the real reason why he used a gun was because I have 2 icons for it and I thought it would be funny and shocking… which it was! and certainly worked as a the requested ‘intervention’ – but now Hakuba has a complex over it. Oops. He would never do this in character/in serial rp, just fyi.))
Do you take any medications?
“That’s a bit personal, isn’t it? No, I do not take any medications. The occasional pain reliever as is needed, but nothing prescribed."
In your mind, what is the strangest case you have ever come across and why?
“Once, in a little village just outside of London, a woman had me come to investigate a case with her cat. It was a long-haired white Persian with one of the most distinctive — and annoying — meows that I’ve ever heard. Anyway, she called me in tears because someone had dyed her cat a striking, electric blue color.
"And this wasn’t the first time it had happened, either. Before it had been purple, a month before that it had been a ghastly green. The woman showed me her old (recycled) calendar to point out the dates, and begged me to help her, claiming that her heart couldn’t take it any more.
"So look into it I did, met the cat, spoke to the neighbors, took down information, snapped several photographs, and bid my farewell, saying that I would return in a handful of weeks. The woman, confused, told me that she was so disappointed in her hopeful Holmes, but ultimately decided to trust me.
"During the three or so weeks that I was back in town, I consulted with local vets and animal behaviorists, and returned as promised to find the cat brilliant shade of crimson. With the woman’s permission (after a full disclosure, though she was reluctant to agree), I whisked the cat away to the veterinarian and had her fixed.
"It seems that the neighbors had grown tired of the cat’s calls while she was in heat, particularly as she would scale the walls and prowl through their gardens and howl. The woman, sweet old bag that she was, had lost a great deal of her hearing in her age, and hadn’t noticed… nor paid any mind to the complaints. They had, as it happened, fallen upon (nearly) deaf ears.
"Once the cat recovered, the dyeing ceased, and the cat remained a brilliant white – and is still is to this day. They had only used flavor-aid packets for temporary color, anyway, and the cat was just fine, which is why the woman didn’t bother pressing charges. In fact, she apologized to everyone on the block and had me deliver cookies from the local bakery as an olive branch.
"Not one of the most dangerous cases, I must say, but very strange indeed. I almost felt like I was more a James Herriot than a Sherlock Holmes, which was a treat in and of itself!"

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The Thing About Eclairs | Closed RP | whiteknighthakuba
Karin stepped lightly across the floor of her now-empty shop, closed early for the convenience of her employees. It wouldn’t be fair to leave them to run the place while she went off to have fun on a date, so she decided just to pay them for the four hours they’d be missing and let them go home. From the looks of things, she’d just been voted boss of the year.
She’d just finished wiping the tables off, having procrastinated on hiring a janitorial service for so long that she’d become accustomed to doing it herself. It was relaxing, the simple chores it took to run a bakery. So she didn’t stop. A few moments later, she reached the counter and half a minute after that the eclairs she was going to give to her friend were wrapped neatly and sitting on the marbled granite as she sat and waited for Hakuba to arrive.
It was promptly 17:59:32 when Hakuba arrived at the bakery, bringing with him a bouquet of pink roses and that charming smile of his. Honestly, he wasn’t used to dating; not in Japan anyway, and never so casually. But after the stern words of his mother and having met so many interesting people as of late, it seemed like a very fine idea.
Besides, perhaps it would help him remove some vices with a little more of his time occupied with more savory company. Karin, even for as few times as they’d interacted, was a kind soul and had been nothing but a sweetheart to him. And after the drunk texting, well, he owed it to her.
He stopped in front of the bakery door and peeked inside, wondering if he should knock or just come in. Any further delays and he’d be late, and that wouldn’t do, so he tried the door to let himself in.