onikimono - synopsis

My name is Kamrauch - I'm a private investigator.

The guy with the pointy ears is Eol, my partner. Together we make up Onisan Investigations where we specialize in surveillance and investigation, search and recovery, protection services at competitive prices and anything else that puts the bean curd on the table.

It's not a bad job if you don't mind trouble. Trouble in our line of work is like those dustballs you can never get out of the corners of the dojo — sad grey tangles of broken dreams, twisted desires and discarded fluff from the devil's own cat. Trouble in our job is as unexpected as a haiku with 17 syllables or a ninja with a pair of tight black pajamas. It's as common as a cold. It's as predictable as nightfall, and, mostly, just as dark.

Yeah, in our line of work you don't go looking for trouble — it comes looking for you. It calls you late for dinner, takes you out for sushi and then doesn't call the next day. And if you're lucky you're left with nothing worse than a rash that clears up on its own and new insight into the word "sap".

But at Onisan Investigations we make our own luck. We like it better that way. You make it yourself and you can be sure the irony is fresh and the bitter truth doesn't contain any MSG.

Eol's an elf and I'm an oni. How we got together is another story, but if you haven't figured out by now that destiny is playing all of us for chumps it's high time you woke up and smelled the miso, friend. And we're not the strangest things walking the streets around here either, not by a longshot.

The vampires came in and took over 2 years ago, routing out the the local aristos with the kind of thorough efficiency you'd expect from a starving man in pursuit of the last drop of double-fudge malted with a straw. When things had settled down again nothing much had changed except the fine for jaywalking had gone up from 2 bits to a pint and they'd changed the picture on the half-penny postage stamp from a chrysanthemum to a bat.

But the vampires don't bother you if you stay out of their way. They're too busy playing politics to mess with small fry like us, so I say live and let live or at least I would if they knew anything at all about life, which they don't. Outside of taking it away.

A bigger problem are the same old thugs we've had all along. You've got the cops on one side and the local criminal mastermind Big Chang and her boys on the other. It's like being stuck as the soy patty in some sort of dangerous sandwich, when all you wanted was a nice warm bowl of soup and a break.

So that's the world of OniKimono, Detectives of the Orient, where we get along somehow, making our way blind thru the shadowy zone between right and wrong, good and evil, light and dark; and our enemies are almost – but not quite – as much trouble as our allies. Where pain is your pal, heartbreak is on the menu and it's often accompanied by a side of despair at no extra charge. Where a good friend and a bottle of sake are sometimes the only things standing between you and the abyss.

Welcome!



	• synopsis • cast & characters My name is Kamrauch - I'm a private investigator. The guy with the pointy ears is Eol, my partner. Together we make up Onisan Investigations where we specialize in surveillance and investigation, search and recovery, protection services at competitive prices and anything else that puts the bean curd on the table. It's not a bad job if you don't mind trouble. Trouble in our line of work is like those dustballs you can never get out of the corners of the dojo — sad grey tangles of broken dreams, twisted desires and discarded fluff from the devil's own cat. Trouble in our job is as unexpected as a haiku with 17 syllables or a ninja with a pair of tight black pajamas. It's as common as a cold. It's as predictable as nightfall, and, mostly, just as dark. Yeah, in our line of work you don't go looking for trouble — it comes looking for you. It calls you late for dinner, takes you out for sushi and then doesn't call the next day. And if you're lucky you're left with nothing worse than a rash that clears up on its own and new insight into the word "sap". But at Onisan Investigations we make our own luck. We like it better that way. You make it yourself and you can be sure the irony is fresh and the bitter truth doesn't contain any MSG. Eol's an elf and I'm an oni. How we got together is another story, but if you haven't figured out by now that destiny is playing all of us for chumps it's high time you woke up and smelled the miso, friend. And we're not the strangest things walking the streets around here either, not by a longshot. The vampires came in and took over 2 years ago, routing out the the local aristos with the kind of thorough efficiency you'd expect from a starving man in pursuit of the last drop of double-fudge malted with a straw. When things had settled down again nothing much had changed except the fine for jaywalking had gone up from 2 bits to a pint and they'd changed the picture on the half-penny postage stamp from a chrysanthemum to a bat. But the vampires don't bother you if you stay out of their way. They're too busy playing politics to mess with small fry like us, so I say live and let live or at least I would if they knew anything at all about life, which they don't. Outside of taking it away. A bigger problem are the same old thugs we've had all along. You've got the cops on one side and the local criminal mastermind Big Chang and her boys on the other. It's like being stuck as the soy patty in some sort of dangerous sandwich, when all you wanted was a nice warm bowl of soup and a break. So that's the world of OniKimono, Detectives of the Orient, where we get along somehow, making our way blind thru the shadowy zone between right and wrong, good and evil, light and dark; and our enemies are almost – but not quite – as much trouble as our allies. Where pain is your pal, heartbreak is on the menu and it's often accompanied by a side of despair at no extra charge. Where a good friend and a bottle of sake are sometimes the only things standing between you and the abyss. Welcome!
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