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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2022 11:57 am
On one hand, there was absolutely no reason for Janggunite to care what happened to his civilian self's assets. His bank account, his house, his car, his job, his friends: a half-youma had no need for those things, and the amount of effort it would take to keep them surely dwarfed the use he could get out of them. It almost seemed kinder to just assume a clean break: January Bloom was gone, and the things in his name were lacking proper ownership.
On the other hand, even though he couldn't come up with an actual reason to not leave these things behind, it still hurt to think about. He'd worked to get to where he was. He'd put so much energy into being someone that he could be proud of, someone more than just the one-of-twelve his childhood neighborhood had grown to know.
He'd liked his job and his house and his dog and his little green Nissan Leaf, and he didn't want to pretend that those things weren't his, and he wasn't still right here, totally available. Just different.
So different that he couldn't successfully integrate into human society, but still here and alive and not missing.
It was only on accident that he'd even seen the news article related to himself and his missing family. Their names among at least a dozen others on some online tracking website of recent disappearances in Destiny City. His impulse was rage because he wasn't missing. He wasn't dead. He just couldn't be "January," anymore through no fault of his own- mostly. And that things had happened how they did made his blood ******** boil, until it abruptly simmered down into quiet apathy. There was no changing things. This was how it was.
He shouldn’t even have the mind to be curious about what happened to the possessions of missing people. He could imagine they were probably kept safe and in their original owner’s name for a time, but not perpetually. As long as January’s bank account had funds in it, the condo would stay his. Once those were depleted, they’d find someone else to sell to, even if he wasn’t technically ‘dead.’
Imagine coming back after being abducted or something and having nothing.
This place was horrible.
For the time being, the place was still “January’s,” and for the moment, he still had a key. He had to request access to Destiny City from his general, but once there, it wasn’t like he couldn’t get into the house-that-wasn’t-his. Janggunite kept his medallion on him as he scaled the side of the building to reach the patio landing so that he could slip in through the sliding door. Easier than walking in through the front, where any number of the condo building’s other residents or security could see him. And he couldn’t exactly go as January, since that would just… pose even more questions and complications.
He shouldn’t be here at all. It was completely ridiculous.
But he was, anyway, picking through old mail on the countertop, flipping through notices he’d stuck to his fridge, perusing old work projects in his study.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2022 2:15 pm
When Jacob had read in the paper about January Bloom going missing, he wasn’t quite sure how to take it.
Luckily, the article had mentioned an address, or…enough of an address and a photo that he could find the place, and when he powered up and made his way to the condo, he paused.
…There was another agent here. THere was…another agent here…someone who…
Who had what?
Who had killed one of his brothers? One of the family members that he didn’t talk to regardless…that…
Damnit.
His eyes landed on the patio and he teleported up there, frustrated enough with this that he didn’t really care to save his power, if this agent knew what had happened to January…if his brother was still alive…
This was his duty.
Quietly, he opened the sliding glass door and was both amused and annoyed to find it unlocked, because of course it was. “Whoever’s in here, I suggest you show yourself and tell me just what you’ve done to January, and I might consider letting you walk away from this.”
He was stronger than the agent that had broken in.
If it was a fight, he would win. Hands down.
…Most likely.
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