[Jin Guangyao was on a mission. He was currently spreading out Jars with the message 'Help fund Toragumaβs Penis enlargement surgery!β 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!:
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Jin Guangyao π¦ Tamamo π¦ OPEN!
[Jin Guangyao was on a mission. He was currently spreading out Jars with the message 'Help fund Toragumaβs Penis enlargement surgery!β 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