Underground Turf War Catch-all! [OTA! Come toplevel!!!]

[baofeng]

Who ⬤ Open to all!
What ⬤ Catch-all log for the Underground Turf War
When ⬤ Throughout April: Dates within
Where ⬤ The Underground
Content Warnings ⬤ Please tag any cws in individual toplevels / threads!




This is a post to facilitate shenanigans regarding the Underground turf war! Feel free to park your toplevels below and tag around!

Summary of what’s going on:
The Underground is the network of subterranean utility / sewer tunnels under the city, previously held by the Kappa tribe. After the April 2022 Event, the Underground has been cleared out by the Department of the Enma and is now mostly unattended.

The Tamamo Clan and Shuten Clan have received orders from their leaders to take over the Underground. Unfortunately, there's two of them and only one Underground, so the two clans are fighting over it. (Tamamo Meeting Log) (Shuten Meeting Log)

The Sutoku Alliance is not willing to fight for the territory, but are intending to work out a deal with whoever wins the turf war to get the kappa back to work. The Department of the Enma is also more interested in investigating the Daitengu’s assassination than the turf war, but that means their Lost Souls can bring popcorn and watch the show. (more info here.)

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IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE UNDERGROUND OPENS (~Apr 12-17)

[baofeng]

Natori Shuuichi | Tamamo | OTA

[paperpusher]

a. so you want to be an exorcist - Tamamos only
[There are several fliers* hanging around in Tamamo housing and employee-restricted areas-- literally hanging around, and literally flying. Sometimes they wave to catch your attention. Tenkohime's stores don't look so different from the Natori storehouse (or at least the items themselves wouldn't be out of place; the dusty, cluttered dumping ground that Natori was used to is about as far from Tenkohime's aesthetics as is possible to be) and Natori figured it was his duty to the clan to show people how to use them. At the very least, he'll be able to say he was pulling his weight, and if it could help keep people safe during what Natori privately thought was an extremely stupid and pointless territorial scuffle, then it'll be worthwhile.

So 8 pm comes around, and any Tamamo members who followed the fliers (again, in some cases literally; they're happy to lead people through the streets back to Natori if given the chance) will see what looks at first to be a flock of white birds swooping around a fountain in the park. It's only clear that they're swarms of paper dolls once you get close enough to get a cheery wave from the guy hanging around underneath them.]

Haha, I know it's embarrassing to show off, but I suppose I got a little too enthusiastic. Want to try?

b. deck the (stinky) halls - OTA
[Natori's arts and jujucrafts are all well and good in theory, but they're not going to be much use to anyone aboveground. He slips into the Underground to set them in place. His wards and barrier spells still aren't working like they should, but he can make the shikigami hover like small, if flashy, guard dogs, either diving at non-Tamamo intruders or slinking back to HQ to serve as an early alert system if a larger party moves in. Natori himself may not be much of a fighter, but he sure can make his paper dolls tattle to those Tamamo who are!

Maybe you're a fellow Tamamo down there accompanying him as he sets them up-- he's going to need backup, since there's not much he can do if he's ambushed while he's still setting up the spells. Or maybe you're the one ambushing him, or you just want to know what this nerd is doing down here with a literal ream of paper in his bag. Either way, he's an easy target-- the paper dolls may be magic, but they're still just paper.]

wildcard
[Feel free to hit me up via PM or at spoilers if you have anything specific you'd like to set up, or just toss it at me and I'll roll with it!

*Image transcription because sorry for my handwriting: A paper doll waving at the camera with a message written on it. It says "Shikigami training 9 pm Kyoukan park or text akeboshi" and is signed "Natori" in katakana.]

b!

[baofeng]

[Yizhi is tagging along so he can get expert supervision on his trap-setting. He learnt a lot from Natori at that training session, but it’s better to take practice carefully, right? Especially since he’s packed entirely offensive wards in his own bag of supplies. At the end of the day Yizhi is still an energetic 18-year-old boy, from a country whose solution to a monster “invasion” is to build mechas to PvP them. He wants to blow some people up.]

Have you done this sort of thing before, Mr. Natori? Setting wards in utility spaces like these, I mean.

[The young man finds the dim lights and grungy walls of the Underground a novelty, if nothing else.]

MID-APRIL (~Apr 18-24)

[baofeng]

miyamoto musashi 🌸 tamamo 🌸 open

[ryototsukai]

[ The timing was pretty serendipitous. Musashi had been granted use of her Heavenly Eyes by Tenkohime, and her confidence in her ability to fight one handed grew considerably as a result. Her reflexes, her instincts, no longer felt hazy or dulled. She'd caught that dagger the boss had tossed her way without any trouble at all, the flash in her gaze having returned to its full brightness.

She could do this.

Though she also knew Emily was going to fuss at her for undergoing any clan business in her state, she had to help out any way she could. There was just no telling what would happen if the Shuten Clan took over. With her own clan, she knew she at least had a voice that could carry weight when it came to getting the Kappa Tribe back on their feet again. Sure, working for the Tamamo Clan was different than the Alliance, but it was still work, right?

She remembered the plan she and Huaisang had discussed. Bait them out, lead them back to the traps they'd set up deeper in the tunnels. She'd been watching carefully, taking note of which routes the Shuten were taking... ]

[ Shuten Clan ]

[ Musashi heard the footsteps coming, and was quick to step out. Sure, her right arm was bound up, but she was still armed, a katana in her hand and a serious look in her face. She readied her sword, bringing the edge in line with her eyes, pointed at her opponent. ]

This is as far as you go, buddy. Sorry, but we've all got jobs here to do.

[ Tamamo Clan ]

[ It was some down time. She didn't hear any patrols approaching, and she knew they had some time to kill. She hands a bottle of water to her partner, letting out a sigh. The tension of waiting was starting to get to her, and she had a feeling it was getting to her partner, too. ]

This is always the part that gets you the most. The "quiet before the storm", as the old cliche goes, right?

[ Anyone Else ]

[ She knew, ostensibly, that it wouldn't just be the two warring clans down in the tunnels, but she still looks a little shocked when she comes across someone clearly not affiliated with either group. Her eyes go wide and she stammers for a bit before speaking in a hushed, worried tone. ]

Hey! Don't you know this place is gonna be a battlefield here soon?! It's way too dangerous to be snooping around like that!

anyone else

[kaientai]

Can't help it. I've always had to see things for myself.

[ it's not the first potential battleground he's poked around in and unlikely to be the last. ryouma only gets frustrated when he has to hear about things second hand; sometimes you notice things other people don't by doing it yourself. ]

I'll take my chances~

Time to D-D-Duel!

[demonrebel]

Well, this is going to suck.

[Dante mumbles to himself once he sees the pink-haired menace. He knew sooner or later he would have to fight Musashi for real but he was counting on later. He activates his Devil Trigger mere seconds before turning the corner. Instead of her meeting with a familiar friend, she's met with a hostile combatant who quickly rushes towards her sword drawn.

While he looks nothing like the yokai of this realm, he certainly looks every bit like a hellspawn. Those menacing red eyes glow like wildfire within the darkness of the tunnel giving him such a sinister silhouette. While he looks every bit like the Biblical idea of the Devil, he's anything but.]

Shuten

[getting_better]

[ She wasn't the only one showing up to this with a handicap. He'd been manhandled by the Enma - provided it was his fault to begin with - and they had taken the katana he had. Not that having it would have made a very significant difference against the person he happened to find in the sewers. ]

Ahahaha...haaaa...

[ This is karma for pretending to be a holy man while in jail wasn't it. ]

Ya, Musashi-san. How you doing?

[ He was cordial, at least seemingly so on the surface. His hands were at his side in plain view, save the one he used to wave at her. ]

tamamo clan

[lonelinessloop]

[ You wouldn't think Haruka would be steady during something like this, but if there's one thing she's used to, it's explosive drama happening between families. And if there's one thing she's good at, it's keeping her head while it's happening. She's no combatant, at least not yet, but she's doing her part as she can with all the minor tasks and running errands and supplies. That's how she ended up with Musashi today.

She takes the bottle and nods. ]

Being ready for anything is almost impossible. Once you know what you're dealing with, it's not so bad.

Tamamo (phew can finally catch up a little bit.)

[taintedpeony]

[He took the water gratefully, giving Musashi a soft smile. He lay in wait with her as Huaisang requested him to do, a satchel bag of medical supplies at his waist.]

It is true. It is that sort of feeling where you know that it can happen at any moment. This was the worst feeling. You just want it to be over with already.

Are you hungry? I have some bao I made to carry with me if you like.

Majima 🐍 Shuten 🐍 Open

[no_kyouken]

🐍 Current regains: Uwabmi form, vibration hearing & stat boost

[ He can hear the Tamamos for the most part; their footsteps echoing in the tunnel, their faint shuffling as they wait around corners and behind cover. Having his vibration hearing really would have been useful when he was trying to get around the Kappa, but better late than never. He'll be difficult to sneak up on in this environment, in an echoing space like this he's aware of anything that moves.

He's comfortable in this environment, despite it all. Been a while since he did gang violence, but it's not like you forget how to smash someone in the face with a baseball bat. You probably don't want to try to take him on, he's vicious and he's dangerous and he's gleeful in his chaos. It's nice to let loose, and he's not terribly sympathetic when it comes to smashing other yakuza. ]

HANDWAVE for VIOLENCE

[ If you really want to get whalloped with a bat, he can maybe idly remember it later and we can follow up. Also totally fair to smash him back in return. ]

NPC WRECKAGE

[ No, really, he's a problem. He's fast and he's relentless, the baseball bat swinging in controlled arcs. He takes some Tamamo yokai down at the knee and then waltzes up with a dangerous, fanged smile. He fits the hilt of the but up into a gasping mouth and then kicks roughly up under the yokai's chin. So much for those teeth, right? The yokai topples over bleeding and groaning and Majima gives them a good kick in the ribs before stepping over their prone form to continue on his way... ]

THE UWABAMI HUNTS

[ He can see the Tamamo retreating back, and rather than try to chase them on foot... He takes the yokai mask out from where it's usually slung inside his jacket and puts it on. The transformation in to the snake is fairly quickly, briefly disgusting as meat and bone and muscle starts to knit out of thin air. But the construction is quick and it's in little more than a puff of obscuring steam that the large white body takes form. He tests how much room he has against the sides of the sewer and then he speeds off after his targets, fangs bared and the tunnels shaking with the force of his movements.

Look, he... probably won't eat you. He'll just toss you around a bit. ]

THE UWABMI NEEDS HANDS gross, body horror (FIRST COME FIRST SERVE)

[ When it's all said and done, someone needs to come find him. There are burns and gashes on the great snake, but nothing that likely truly troubles the large creature. It's curled up boredly at the dead end of a sewer branch, good eye flicking up when it spots someone, ]

You, come remove this. I am hungry.

[ It's not Majima's voice and the question likely is remove what? The mask is fused onto the creature's face under a layer of scale. It needs to be forcibly removed and the results are going to be disgusting. ]

EUGH

[ Majima wanders back up from the sewers covered in thick, foul-smelling slime. Once he makes it back up to street level he pauses to pat down his jacket for his packet of cigarettes. They are mostly slime free, he lights one, shaking dreck from the arm of his jacket with a cross look. ]

There's another fuckin' suit ruined...

[ Eugh. He needs to go home and get changed. ]

Food first.

Yer jokin' right? Ain't nobody gonna let me sit down like this.

I am not joking.

[ Majima grumbles and goes to find a ramen cart. He can be spotted there shovelling food into his mouth, already a bowl or so deep. The chef looks a little horrified and not all that keen on taking the slime covered cash from him. ]

CHEERS

[ When he's less disgusting, he can be found back at the White Koi nursing a drink and another cigarette. His scales are bruisy and disrupted, but otherwise all right. He glances up as other Shutens come through, ]

How'd it go?

WILDCARD

[ Etc, etc, do whatever you want. Ping me if you need me itsabee#1072 ]

the uwabmi needs hands

[narbrawl]

[There's something to be said for the trail of destruction Majima leaves in his wake- you wouldn't think it'd be so hard to find a giant snake down here but the sewers are full of twists and turns, winding around itself in confusing knots. It would be easy to miss the flicker of a tail around a corner or the sound of a scaled belly against concrete. But, thanks to both his fellow Shuten clan members' sharp eyes- and, having seen the fight first hand, sharper memories- and fallen rivals, he hasn't.

So, there's something casual about the way Childe picks his way over to where the creature that might be Majima is curled up. One hand hooked in his pocket, the other holding a bloodied pipe over his shoulder. Head cocked to the side, expression as amicable as those lifeless eyes of his will allow. This is fine. After watching Osial's attempts to tear Liyue Harbour apart, he's a little desensitised to oversized serpents.

Still, he wasn't expecting this one to talk. How interesting!]

You'll have to be a little more specific, friend.

wildcard

[lonelinessloop]

[ Things happen when there's a turf war going on, like non-combatants caught in the wrong time and place. She's initially calm, even a little happy to see Majima-san again after the last time; she's still figuring out how to get into all the things they share, the people they both know.

And then she remembers, and she finds herself curling in, trying to see if there's a way to duck out, make it easy for him to decide to deal with something else. She knows well enough that he's not always her friend.]

Dante | Shuten Clan | Open

[demonrebel]

A Devil on the Prowl

[This is stupid. Beyond stupid in Dante's opinion but unfortunately, he's not calling the shots here.

The second he realized that the Shuten Clan was going up against the Tamamo Clan, he knew this was going to be a one-sided contest for dominion over the Underground. Most of the Tamamo Clan is made up of pretty boys and girls who give exclusive *favors* at massage parlors. While there's a few fighters among the bunch, most of them are just mere eye-candy as opposed with the Shuten clan that consists of some of the meanest street punks you've ever seen. Granted, there's a few handsome dudes around in Shuten but most of them are just mean mugging gangsters.

Then you have Dante also known almost affectionately by his teammates as "Red Coat". He's in a whole league of his own and honestly, sometimes Toraguma doesn't seem to know what to do with him. Nevertheless, that kind of explains why there's a scary looking eight feet tall fire demon prowling the tunnels.

Dante looks like an actual monster in this form, a devil crafted from the hottest fires in hell. Half his body looks like it's formed from molten rock while the rest of him glows with bright golden ichor. While the tunnels of the Underground a bit cramped, Dante can still glide at least. He's playing reconnaissance for now along with a few other dudes in hopes of scoping out the "enemy".

God, this entire mess is just stupid. Dante is almost tempted to park his ass somewhere and sleep. However, he really wants a pay raise.]

DANCE BATTLE

[Despite the seriousness of the situation, the light airy tunes of a classic 80s tune pops on all thanks to Dante who decided to take a much needed break from the ridiculousness of it all. Cue in the dancing devil as it hip thrusts its way to victory with these super smooth dance 80s dance moves. It's clear that Dante is just fooling around at this point but this bizarre change of pace is bound to confuse and frighten their enemies.

After all, no one can out do his righteous grapevine or out do his electric slide. He's just dancing his scaly butt off since there's nothing for him really do here. Dante utterly refuses to fight unless attacked first, so that means he's just wandering around here in his Devil Trigger looking all mean and nasty for no reason.

That's boring! So why not spice things up with a dance battle? Toraguma told them they had claim the Underground but he didn't specify how.

Come dance against this raging hell beast! Don't worry, he doesn't bite. Much.]

Slacking Off

[A sigh of boredom escapes Dante along with a slight puff of fire as he watches the others fight. He's perched somewhere on a ledge above just looking pitifully unenthused right now. Poor Dante has no desire to fight. It's kind of hard to find the motivation to do anything when this entire mess is playing out like a poorly written afterschool special. Fighting is fun and all but he sees no fun in picking on the "weak". Yeah, sure there are a couple of fighters in the Tamamo Clan but they're not as exciting as the demons he used to fight on the regular.

So he's just kind of scratching his butt while watching everyone else mindlessly pummel each other. Riveting content, really. A loud bored yawn escapes Dante as he shifts a little on his perch. He's just watching for the meanwhile, clearly exhausted from his earlier shenanigans. All that dancing and prancing around made him a sleepy boy which makes him the perfect target for anyone trying to pull a fast one on him.

But will anyone try? Most people don't know who this spooky looking demon is, so maybe someone will get gung-ho enough to try.]

WILDCARD

(Feel free to come up with your own prompts here!)

slacking off

[no_kyouken]

[ Majima comes up behind him from somewhere and slaps the back of his head without preamble. ]

Th'hell ya doin' up here?

Part demon on the prowl to slacking off

[getting_better]

[ Bishop is no stranger to demons. In fact, he's probably one of the few people here who are walking encyclopedias on the occult, so when he spots Dante in his form - something awakened in his chest.

Rage. Primal and raw with a good amount of something darker mixed in.

He rushed forward, no longer thinking save for one thought. Destroy. Kill. Slaughter. This will not stand.

He lept as he drew close to drop kick the demon before him and throw it off balance. He'll figure things out after he pisses it off. ]

ᴄʜᴏɴɢʏᴜɴ ❄ ᴛᴀᴍᴀᴍᴏ ❄ ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[cutcloud]

🅳🅴🅵🅴🅽🆂🅴
( open to tamamo and shuten; divided prompts. )

i.
[ The strength of the Tamamo clan doesn't rest in brute strength—their numerous meetings have made that clear. But those meetings also had shown him that they indeed have some of the cleverest minds, with plans for traps and distractions to ensnare their prey. It had all felt like so much talk before, but now, crouched in front of a tunnel with a recently purchased greatsword resting at his side, it's finally time for action. Feels like the Daitengu blew up just yesterday.

The young exorcist defers to those who clearly have sharper minds, sensing that his martial strength is better use in acting as the tank; he glances back at his fellow Tamamo.]

If we can hold the line here, they'll have a harder time overwhelming the others. Any ideas on how to keep this tunnel secure?

ii.
[ Overwhelming the Shuten with sheer strength ... won't happen. Chongyun's no slouch when it comes to fighting, but the scales are just too uneven in a head to head clash. If a whole squad of meathead Shuten come all at once, as one of the handful of offensive fighters of the Tamamo lost souls, Chongyun may just end up steamrolled. A Chongpancake, if you will. And that's something he has no desire to be.

He's chosen his post with a few things in mind. The door he guards is down at the mouth at the end of a long, narrow, slanted hallway: even if it's a whole crew that comes, it's not wide enough for them to come through all at once. One guy—maybe two if they're small—but most of the Shuten aren't. There are also a series of pipes running along the ceiling; water rushes through them, he can tell from the quiet shfff the resounds in the quiet, and the gentle ting of droplets beading off at screwed together joints. A few puddles of water are already on the ground from leaks.

It's also one of the hallways that leads deeper into the Underground. Someone will come this way if they plan on heading to the lower levels.

Before long, he hears footsteps approach the opposite entryway. Only one direction to come and one direction to go. With an exhale, Chongyun touches his Vision, and then presses the tips of his fingers together to make a triangle with his hands. The temperature in the hallway plummets, going cold enough that each breath is sharp in the lungs. ]

Turn back.

🅾🅵🅵🅴🅽🆂🅴
( closed to shuten. )

[ Defense can only do so much. Even laying traps and waiting for the Shuten to wander into them—a good plan, but if there's a hitch, it does them little good. In the end the winners are going to be who manages to get a grip on the tunnels, aren't they? The Shuten push their lines and try to overtake them; they need to push back.

Chongyun heads in a direction he knows the Shuten have been holding. Where is their line, and just how well-guarded is it? One can only know by toeing it. In an effort for some reconnaissance, he straps his greatsword to his back and walks along where the river runs; the sound of water does help cover his light footsteps, and he makes an effort to be quiet, but he doesn't know much of the other clan or their abilities. He's on guard for anything, or anyone, he might find. ]

🆃🅰🅻🅺 🆂🅴🅽🆂🅴
( closed to sutoku/enma. )

[ Squatting on some stairs in the top level of the underground, Chongyun sighs while trying to clean a bloody scrape on his elbow with a scrap of rag and some water from a waterbottle. A small break in trying to follow Tenkohime's orders; he isn't the boss, so this isn't his call, but the more it drags on the more he wonders if fighting over a bunch of (poopy) tunnels is really worth it. Something he keeps well to himself—a commission is a commission, whether he agrees with it or not.

He glances up from his awkward attempts at patching himself up at someone's approach. There's no need to be concerned with anyone outside of the clash, so he relaxes when he sees it's someone that isn't. ]

You probably won't want to stay here long.

[ Another brawl will break out soon, he expects. ]

defense i

[ryototsukai]

Hm...

[ They were low on onmyouji items to use; most of them had been set up for traps deeper into their part of the tunnels. But they needed something to fortify this place, too. With that option not really feasible, that left... ]

Hey... you mentioned your magic was ice based, right?

[ She could have sworn she heard something about that. ]

defense, timtams

[apathie]

The best way would be to just blast it and fill the entrance with debris. No one can get in or out. [but that's a terrible idea and he knows it.

nehan has an entirely different outfit than his usual-- sweatpants, a cheap, oversized sukajan over a hooded shirt. a hood he's pulled over his head to hide his ears from view and put his face into shadow. without hearing his voice, no one would know who he is, and that's the point of this outfit.]

But if you remove the first part and simply make do with the second, it will do the work without permanently trapping people inside and causing the entire network of tunnels underneath Jigoku-cho to be destabilized.

II

[bananaoni]

[Guess what, here's a Shuten that is small!

Just don't say that to her face, she's still an absolute unit of an oni! One that's willing to throw hands and come out on top of all those bigger than her. Yes- tremble before the banana's all powerful might. TREMBLE!

All that said Ibaraki looked busy sightseeing more than she was paying attention to the TamTams that were hold up in this tunnel. This place reeks, why did anyone want it to begin with? Wasn't it supposed to be something that carries away waste? Yet another reason to think less of Toraguma and his way of thinking!

Disgusting and kind of cold....

Oh- but there were "enemies" here aren't there? Ibaraki turns her attention towards Chongyun and narrows her eyes, resting a large, iron club on her shoulder. A far cry from her missing sword, but still effective anyway.]

Eh? I kind of want to... [Being really honest here. It's a sewer, they're not sanitation or construction workers.]

...Hm, but no. I don't think I will.

Ibaraki Douji | Shuten | open

[bananaoni]

I - Turf War

[Ibaraki is most decidedly, and openly, not all that gung-ho about doing Toraguma's handy work. Why should she be? He hadn't earned her respect, only her further ire. It was best to do the bare minimum here and skirt by everything. The only thing that really had her tagging along was the promise of potential payment.

In the long run it was better to feed her belly, and Shuten's desires, than it was to watch these fools run around and cause problems for each other.

Though the latter sounded like far more fun in her books.]

Tch, what a pain in the ass.

[A sigh as she kicks a groaning body in the head for good measure.]

II - Lazing around

[You know what? Yeah, she was going to make good on the entertainment possibilities here. Ibaraki had already managed to snag herself some snakes and bottle of sake. Sitting off to the side, she busied herself on munch-munch-munching away on whatever she had on hand.

A sip here, and a sigh there. Followed by a laugh as she watched the current battle going on in front of her.

Indeed, this was the right decision to make!]

[WILDCARD]

[ooc: go right on ahead and make up whatever!]

Azem | Tamamo | Open

[starshepard]

☉ TURF WAR

[ Azem has been itching for a fight. Things have been a bit too calm for them as of late. Even with the attack during the parade, there hasn't been a lot going on. Not that Azem did a great deal of fighting back home. Much of her time was spent traveling from place to place, observing a location, and chatting with locals. All pretty boring stuff, really. But when action was necessary she reveled in it.

It's a bit different here, however. She doesn't really care who gets the Underground. She also has a few friends in the opposing clan, so she doesn't really want to hurt them too badly. Still, if getting her clan the Underground puts her one step closer to returning home with the answers to fix what has befallen them, then she'll do what she needs to do.

She'll likely be found alone or at least putting a great deal of space between herself and others of her clan. Why do you ask? Because she has a big fuck off axe slung over her shoulders and looks ready for action.

While other Tamamo's might be relying on traps they've laid, Azem is here for some one-on-one (or more) action. When it comes down to the fight, she's a bit more like a raging wild beast. Axe swinging, connecting roughly with anyone in her path. She's purposely made it blunt, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt a whole hell of a lot to get hit by it, not with the frightening speed and strength in which Azem swings it.

Azem isn't completely without strategy or thought. She's purposely trying to scare people into running toward the other Tamamo's and their traps. ]

☉ A BREAK

[ The fighting can't go on forever. Both sides need chances to regroup, recoup, and plan their next moves. It's during these times that Azem is available to heal anyone that's taken a few hits if necessary. ]

I'm not wasting my magic on a few scratches, you better be bleeding a whole hell of a lot if you come to me. Otherwise, wipe it off and wrap some bandages around it. [ She instructs as she sets herself up nearby everyone else. ]

☉ FEED THE BEAST

[ After its all said and done, Azem is a gross, sore, and hungry mess. And as someone who is unaccostumed to having to eat to sustain herself, well, she's collapsed curled up and holding her stomach as she groans. ]

So... hungry... [ And as if to get the point across her stomach audibly rumbles. ]

Okada Izō | Shuten

[heretic_blade]

[ 1. For You It's Too Late ]

[ Someone has been doing well enough for himself to climb the ranks and be treated to some of his power. Like hell he's going to sit on his ass and not use it.

Presence Concealment is the signature skill of the Assassin class. It allows Izō to hide in plain sight, unseen and undetected, until he readies an attack. Only those with extreme sensitivity to magic would even have the slightest idea he's there. Otherwise, there's not even a hint that there is a person here, not a trace.

Extremely useful for spying and stealth attacks.

The moment someone walks past him, he drops Presence Concealment and walks up behind them. They will find a sword blade a hair's breadth from their throat and Izō right up against their back. ]

Shuten or Tamamo?

[ Answer carefully. ]

[ 2. Monsters in Shadow ]

[ When he grows tired of being an ambush predator, he starts actively stalking people in the sewers. The problem comes in when he forgets to check for traps -- he's not very bright sometimes. An explosive talisman knocks him on his ass and he tries to scramble to his feet. ]

Back off or I'll kill ya!

[ Doesn't matter if they're friend or foe right now, he's too hyped up to be calm. ]

[ 3. Aftermath ]

[ Izō will be found later on the streets, bruised and bloodied, stuffing his face at a ramen stall or having a drink at a bar. He doesn't seem much for conversation, but does he ever? ]

Hell of a night, huh?

[ No matter where he is, he's already drunk, nursing his wounds. He's not in a bad mood, at least. ]

[ 4. Wildcard ]

[ Got an idea? Did we plot something out? Drop me a starter or PM me here or on discord glitzkrieg#0673 and we can work something out! ]

Jin Guangyao 🦊 Tamamo 🦊 OPEN!

[taintedpeony]

A. Catch me if you can!:

[Jin Guangyao was on a mission. He was currently spreading out Jars with the message 'Help fund Toraguma’s Penis enlargement surgery!’ in different locations throughout the city. This was to serve two purposes, One. To draw propaganda against the faction leader on the other side of the turf war. Men like Toraguma were rather fond of seeming big and scary. So this would be a personal attack, which would help enrage him enough to make hasty decisions. And Two, this stupid scheme would pay for further propaganda runs.

Today he was cross-dressing, as a maiden. His hair was done up in the style of one of the Tamamo maidens who worked in some of the massage houses, Perhaps you caught him as he was picking a jar up and tossing the money into a bag. Or you caught him pasting down an insulting flyer.

Regardless he's going to make a run for it.]

B. Combat Medic!:

[Nie Huaisang had sent him to help with the fighters. That his experiences with leadership and the war would place him in the best place to keep an eye on their people, either as a combat medic or an extra sword if needed.

He had a satchel at his waist full of bandages and other supplies.

Blood! I smell blood that way! Koemi urged.

Jin Guangyao knelt down, taking out supplies. He spoke gently as he approached the injured party.]

Here, don't move. Please let me take a look at it.

C. Wildcard!:

((If none of these work for you feel free to drop a starter or hit me up at peacockdance or Discord@ peacocksdance#4901!!))

END APRIL (~Apr 25-30)

[baofeng]