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jikan_rpg2021-05-07 10:50 pm
darkdisgrace) wrote in jikan_rpg2021-05-07 10:50 pm
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⌛ Who: Chuuya & Open
⌛ What: Aftermath of Higuchi's disappearance and kitsune antics
⌛ When: First week of May
⌛ Where: A bar in Kyoto, a few
⌛ Warnings: Alcohol and inebriation. Violence, possible smut because Chuuya is like that.
The weight of grief
[He'd felt it, when Higuchi disappeared. The painful wrenching feeling of a Kizuna bond snapping, and it steals the breath from his lungs for a fair few minutes, tears coming to his eyes of all things.
He knows. He knows... but he doesn't want to accept it, doesn't want to believe it. Which is why he locates a NRL scientist to interrogate them, confirming what he already knows in his gut but doesn't want to accept, scaring the crap out of his unfortunate target in the process before storming off.
He should check on Akutagawa. He should check on Dazai and Setsura. He should...
He doesn't. Instead he seeks out the nearest bar, grief clawing beneath his skin too sharp to deal with for the moment. No matter how often he loses friends, it never gets easier. Especially not someone who he...
Regardless, he can easily be caught at the local bar, getting rapidly wasted.]
Wash your sorrows away with drink and blood
[Chuuya's issue is overwhelming emotions often inevitably transform into... well. Stupid, reckless reactions. He's utterly sloshed, too many drinks in him to be rational, and brewing for a fight.
Grief is too heavy, even for a man who controls gravity. Anger, bloodlust... those are so much easier to carry.
He doesn't need a reason. Maybe it's a stray comment in the bar, maybe it's someone bumping into him as he skulks along the street drunk. Most people choose to avoid the obviously bristling redhead, but those who don't get a low growl of an accusation.]
Hey you. You trying to start something?
[...They probably aren't, but Chuuya is.]
Dangerously furry
[It's a few days later, and Chuuya's... well not completely fine, but better than he was. Well enough to try some of the Mochi outside of the shrine.
He isn't expecting the sudden flurry of tails sprouting from his back, thick and luxurious. His hair is still red, but it's longer-- hanging down his back in curling waves, topped with red fox ears atop his head. He blows some out of his face, reaching down to tug one of the tails up where he can see.
It's soft... and extremely fluffy.]
What the hell?
[He'll be like this for a few days, so people can enjoy petting the pretty new kitsune for a bit.]
⌛ What: Aftermath of Higuchi's disappearance and kitsune antics
⌛ When: First week of May
⌛ Where: A bar in Kyoto, a few
⌛ Warnings: Alcohol and inebriation. Violence, possible smut because Chuuya is like that.
The weight of grief
[He'd felt it, when Higuchi disappeared. The painful wrenching feeling of a Kizuna bond snapping, and it steals the breath from his lungs for a fair few minutes, tears coming to his eyes of all things.
He knows. He knows... but he doesn't want to accept it, doesn't want to believe it. Which is why he locates a NRL scientist to interrogate them, confirming what he already knows in his gut but doesn't want to accept, scaring the crap out of his unfortunate target in the process before storming off.
He should check on Akutagawa. He should check on Dazai and Setsura. He should...
He doesn't. Instead he seeks out the nearest bar, grief clawing beneath his skin too sharp to deal with for the moment. No matter how often he loses friends, it never gets easier. Especially not someone who he...
Regardless, he can easily be caught at the local bar, getting rapidly wasted.]
Wash your sorrows away with drink and blood
[Chuuya's issue is overwhelming emotions often inevitably transform into... well. Stupid, reckless reactions. He's utterly sloshed, too many drinks in him to be rational, and brewing for a fight.
Grief is too heavy, even for a man who controls gravity. Anger, bloodlust... those are so much easier to carry.
He doesn't need a reason. Maybe it's a stray comment in the bar, maybe it's someone bumping into him as he skulks along the street drunk. Most people choose to avoid the obviously bristling redhead, but those who don't get a low growl of an accusation.]
Hey you. You trying to start something?
[...They probably aren't, but Chuuya is.]
Dangerously furry
[It's a few days later, and Chuuya's... well not completely fine, but better than he was. Well enough to try some of the Mochi outside of the shrine.
He isn't expecting the sudden flurry of tails sprouting from his back, thick and luxurious. His hair is still red, but it's longer-- hanging down his back in curling waves, topped with red fox ears atop his head. He blows some out of his face, reaching down to tug one of the tails up where he can see.
It's soft... and extremely fluffy.]
What the hell?
[He'll be like this for a few days, so people can enjoy petting the pretty new kitsune for a bit.]
Drink and Blood
[Mephisto's been watching Chuuya for a little while now. It's hard not to, given both his obvious distress at the bar, and the fact that there's something about him that feels... odd. He's not entirely sure what to make of it, really. But it's piqued his curiosity.]
[But as for Chuuya's reason to pick a fight: this guy is like 6'5? Clearly that's worth a fight all on it's own.]
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Drink and Blood
Once he'd been able to move past the pain enough to function, the ache still clutching at his heart, Akutagawa had realized that he wasn't the only one who was hurting right now. Higuchi had bonds with everyone in the house and to some extent it'd hurt them too, and one of them was Chuuya but now it was late in the evening and the redhead wasn't here so he was probably out drinking.
He set out, donning his usual black coat and began the search.
It took a bit of time but sure enough he found Chuuya via the sound of his voice, and he discovers the redhead glowering up at a taller individual. A yokai by the looks of it. He looked between them and stepped forwards, closer to the redhead. ]
Chuuya-san. There's no need to get into a fight over something so... trivial.
[ Then, to the yokai. ]
My apologies. It would be in your best interest to leave now.
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weight of grief
I'll have what he's having.
[Dazai's eyes are red as he slides into the barstool next to Chuuya. He's clearly been crying.]
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How Genbu is still alive with all the choices he makes, I don't know
...But not well enough, since clearly he was too drunk to not make stupid decisions.]
Eh...? We talkin' about fires or bands?
[GENBU NOW ISNT THE TIME FOR YOUR COMEDY ROUTINE]
dangerously furry
[Because the person looks human overall-just a bit fuzzier with the fluffy appendages.]
Dangerously furry
[Look out, there is now a purple haired and hued Yordle suddenly nuzzling one of your luxurious tails!]
Weight of Grief
The verdant god of wine generally makes a boisterous entrance to bars, immediately recognized by some other regulars that he exchanges some friendly greetings with, before he goes to find his own seat at the bar.
That sets him next to Chuuya. The vine god looks different than when they last spoke; Dionysus eyes have a brighter, divine glow behind the pupils, and growing out of his head now are two small golden horns. Chuuya looks different too. More burdened than he last saw him. The bar tender is already getting Dionysus a drink as the god turns towards the familiar face.]
Hey, man, you don't look so good, right gutted, you got a lot of things on your mind?
Drink and Blood
[ He stands a little over seven feet tall, just staring at this tiny, tiny man with a mix of concern and disbelief.
He's gonna try to reach out to this smol drunken man. ]
H-hey, are you okay?