( open ) if i wanna stay alive

[breweries]

Who 🍷 shylock and you!
What 🍷 april catchall! mostly festival prompts inside for now.
When 🍷 entire month of april
Where 🍷 hell, baby
Content Warnings 🍷 alcohol and maybe some nsfw things, since he's a tamamo. the rest is tba.




prompts and whatnot will be in the comments! feel free to hit me up via plotting post or PM if you want something more specialized.
also shylock looks something like this, but obv without the fox ears. he'd still be wearing the earrings though, and the bun is a lot more elaborate than his usual.

Comments

[breweries]

[ cope and seethe, matoba. cope and seethe. ]

I agree with you on that.

[ not getting attached, that is. which is... surprising, given how they've had a lot of differences already, but shylock is good at exercising that professional distance; right now they are just bartender and customer, a tamamo and a sutoku. nothing more, nothing less, and he's satisfied with that. ]

But it is curious. This place is typically the land of the dead, is it not? Unless there is a different kind of hell for certain types of humans.

[worldbent]

[He! WILL!!!!]

It is true that there are said to be layers of the afterlife to which humans are passed along in order to carry out atonement for their sins, before being reborn according to their accrued karma, [Matoba explains, and tilts his sake cup back and forth, watching the bit of drink left inside. Ah, not much now...] So I suppose it's entirely possible that normally, we would be passed through the Kaigou no Bou and sent along on our merry way through Samsara.

But I don't believe I've seen many humans even when we arrived for processing ourselves, aside from those I've seen again as fellow Lost Souls.

[breweries]

Interesting.

[ very interesting, but shylock doesn't know much about the cycle of death and rebirth just yet. there are a lot of ways for wizards to avoid death such as hiding one's entire soul somewhere or to tether one's soul onto another so that they can continue to linger in the world as a ghost, but once they're dead... there's just no coming back from that.

he raises the bottle of sake a little, ready to pour if matoba wants more. ]

We are needed to fill the ranks for our respective clans, as per our contracts with them. Perhaps once our work here is done, we are ready to move on...?

[worldbent]

[Matoba scoffs softly, finishing off the last of his cup.] Is that what you think, Shylock-san? That you are dead?

Are you ready to pass on to your next life?

[He eyes Shylock's offer to pour, and frowns slightly. No, he should not partake of more than one cup of indulgence; he was technically working, today, wasn't he? At least until he could determine just what was going on behind the scenes.... He doesn't indicate a reply for a moment, and means to refuse, but...]

[An idea occurs to him instead, and he meets Shylock's eyes with a small bit of mischief.]

Might I convince you to sell me the rest of the bottle to bring on my way? I don't know if you've seen them yet, but the cherry trees my clan has planted are rather beautiful. I think I'd like to enjoy them with a drink.

[breweries]

[ he chuckles under his breath. ]

Who knows? The fact that I found myself here in this certain version of Hell rather than the one we have in my world raises more questions than answers, really.

But no -- I still have so much to live for. [ he locks eyes with matoba along with a smile. ] If anything, this is only a detour for me. Our leader has offered a contract I can't possibly refuse, after all.

[ even though it's folly that tenkohime would be able to pull something off that the moon can't, but. details, details. ]

They're splendid. I plan to visit them at some point, should I have enough time after my shift. [ he reseals the bottle and places it in front of matoba. here you go, good sir. ] Are you going to watch them with someone?

[worldbent]

Oh? Your very own hell? [One for wizards, Matoba wonders, or did all belong to it equally...?] That is interesting, isn't it?

But I agree. When I have fulfilled my contract, I will return to my clan. There are things I must do before I come back here properly. It won't be that long; I'm sure the Daitengu won't even have time to miss me.

[This statement is going to be less cute in about 24 hours. Matoba takes out his wallet to slip payment across the bar- for the service, and the bottle- and then stands, picking it up to take it with him.]

Perhaps, [The edge of Matoba's sly smile is covered as he tugs his mask back down over his face] if there is anyone worth watching them with.