jigokulogs | 🌸 one

Who ⬤ aerith and you!
What ⬤ substories! i'll also be using this post as a catch-all as the month goes on.
When ⬤ let's say early march. just to be spicily unfocused.
Where ⬤ i'll specify when necessary!
Content Warnings ⬤ i'll edit this to reflect anything, so please make sure to warn in subject lines if your character brings anything up for my own reference! ❤

as a note, if you'd like to plot something personalized, i'm more than happy to chat! you can hit me up with a PM, or message me over on plurk @

hagclub.

wicked on the weekend (night parade PREP, a)

[ It takes a great deal of wrestling with a young youkai with fish's head to wrench the weapon from his grip. It had been obvious immediately, and she's already seen some similar things confiscated. For what reason, she's admittedly not very sure, and as far as she's concerned, it's not really her business. He had been carrying a staff of some sort, an unwieldy thing that collapsed into itself when handed over at Aerith's eager, chipper behest. She only needs to look busy, so the smile she wears is perhaps a dead giveaway.

She holds it up, that woody looking staff that smells slightly of river water and fish scales, inspecting it at eye level. It's dark in color, looks a bit like a twig, but is much heavier than it looks. Her fingers ghost along what feels like hard plastic when...

Hopefully you dodged, because it snaps open, a terribly sharp blade angled directly for her partner's face. Perhaps you got saddled with her of your own volition, or you thought she needed help. Maybe her light hearted approach to the situation has caught your attention, because this isn't the first time she's done this.

She immediately hands the staff back, blade still out. The youkai practically preens in response. ]

I think he can keep it.

[ Her assessment is simple. Why not, really? Maybe he'll need it. She's very, very sure of this decision, and looks to her partner with her fists upon her hips. Do you agree? Argue? Or maybe you should convince her that the two of you need the staff. (She would not disagree.) ]

can i get another amen? (night parade prep, b)

[ A case, woven from fine bamboo, is shoved into your face. The lid nearly topples off, and hangs by the neck of a bottle. It's full of them— alcohol resides inside, and they clink together enchantingly from within their bamboo-y prison. They're practically glimmering with the reflection from the neon lights. ]

Special delivery from Tamamo!

[ Her voice comes before Aerith peeks her face out from behind the case, waiting. ]

We've got more drink where that came from.

[ She waits more, still. Cat got your tongue, or maybe the bottles are just too pretty? ]

...Take it! [ This is the place that was expecting a delivery of spiked juice? ]

it's saturday night (sweet jacket)

No. [ Shaking her head, she continues in a frank tone. ] I don't think it's your jacket.

[ Aerith has a basket dangling from her elbow, stuffed with decorative flowers. Across the bridge is more businesses, and part of the parade route. A problem had presented itself to the pair of you on your way to deliver more decorations in the form of a young man wearing a rather trendy looking jacket. It certainly looks like it's Shuten's speed, from Aerith's cursory glances around the territory.

The man is unready to admit defeat to her simple, matter-of-fact statement. He shakes his head in disbelief, but it's hard to miss the crestfallen glint in his eyes. Aerith feels a twinge of regret, but better to hear it than keep believing it. Right? ]

Aaaand my lovely assistant, [ She turns to you, smiling cheekily. ] can explain to you why, can't you?

[ Her green gaze flicks to the river, where the water soaked visage of a goddess glowers at the trio of them. She gets the feeling she might have to run across this particular bridge from now on, if only by association...

Leaning in, Aerith whispers: ] Psst! Break it to him gently.

wildcard (closed prompts)

[ my ooc intro is here if you wanna plot something out more specific. i'm always happy to write a starter if someone contacts me for one, too! on the other hand, if you prefer to use my post, you're totally welcome to use this for a wildcard open. i'm also only a PM away, or contactable on plurk, listed above!

locked to nia. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Van Zieks' argument is sound. Although Aerith stands tall, she's swayed rather easily— she's spent a lot of her life in Elmyra's home, hidden in plain sight more often than not. He lists out his reasoning easily, and with a great deal of authority. It's not hard to see this guy flourishing within Enma's walls. The air of authority he exudes is mysterious to her. He might as well be training her, with the attention she gives him and how much consideration she pays his opinion. ]

Hmmm.

[ That's a good point, and looking back at the youkai, she has to concede it would be terribly sad if something happened. ]

Okay. [ She nods, determination in her gaze, before.

Grabbing van Ziek's arm and pulling him closer, back to the youkai with her. ]

We talked about it. You should give it to us, and we'll mark it down for return afterward. [ As expected, the young youkai tries to insist he needs it. It's his, and he won't do away with it. The Night Parade, even if it's safe, could be a hot spot for danger. He quivers again. Absolutely near tears, the youkai begs for his staff. ]

Hey, it's okay. [ Aerith gestures to van Zieks, then herself, smiling gently. She is fully signing him up for something they did not agree on. ] We understand, that's why we'll be there to make sure you stay safe the whole parade.

[ Her gaze flicks back up to him. This guys all leg, she notices. ]

Won't we?

[ Van Zieks is usually unmoved by the tears of men, so the threat of tears of a fish does more to baffle him than to shake his emotions. Can actual fish cry...? Surely not. These demons are an affront to nature itself.

He's briefly sidetracked with thoughts of such nature when his partner makes yet another incredible claim and-- he hates patrol work like this. Maybe London bobbies do need a raise. ]

What my companion means to say is that the Department of the Enma is cooperating with all the other major players in town to ensure a parade experience entirely free of bloodshed.

And we both will be doing more towards that end by fulfilling our duties than by escorting individuals.

[ That last bit was said with a very stern look at Aerith. To the fish youkai, he adds: ] If you continue to be concerned about attending public events without such weapons of trickery, you might need to reassess your readiness to mingle with crowds at all.

[ This is complete madness. The youkai, eyes darting between the two, feels the way one does when a bear is staring down at you while fishing. There is pure fear in his gaze, sweat beading down his scales; there is no clear answer. The tall man with a powerful presence does not lean onto his companion, as he describes her, for support. Rather, he completely overrides her. The little woman in pink and red blinks rapidly, her expression falling, and then turns to look at him with a thin, puckering expression— why? She makes no attempt to stop him in his assertion, either.

Eventually, that sour expression cracks, making way for a smile, as if she understands something in his words that the youkai cannot.

He nods to Van Zieks. Aerith, with no clear respect, raises a hand to slap Van Ziek's arm with the back of her hand. It's a light smack, at least. More of an attempt to keep his attention on her, really. ]

Aww, you do care.

[ Somehow, she picks this out of his words. Whether it's over his job, or genuine care for the public at large, she doesn't elaborate. This seems... to be enough for him. The fish holds his staff out, to Van Zieks.

Satisfied, Aerith nods. With an agreeable tone, she adds, for the little fish man: ]

He's right. We can't escort you. But I can promise we'll be on the ground with you, the same crowd! And if anything goes wrong, you can trust us to do everything we can to stop it.

[ Hand over her heart, she beams. ]

So trust us with this, for now. We can take good care of it. [ And once again, if only because it garnered a reaction the first time, Aerith turns to Van Zieks, brightly smiling. ] Can't we?

[ Van Zieks responds to the slap much like a rock would - not at all. The wincing he does at being treated so familiarly by an almost-stranger is entirely internal. But at least Aerith's final conclusion does not get any kind of correction from him and instead earns a firm nod.

He makes eye contact with the fish youkai as he carefully takes his staff. ]

Precisely. No harm will come to you or your possessions.

[ After marking the staff with a little paper strip that denotes temporarily confiscated items, he gives their nervous charge a final look before waving him along. ]

The name is van Zieks. If something is off, I will take responsibility.

[ He does not believe anything will be off, but his new coworkers among the Department here are not the same crowd he used to work with back in London. It is better to make a name for himself as reliable than to rely on the reputation of the Enma as a whole.

When they are alone (and he's noted down the youkai and his staff in a little notebook), van Zieks turns back to Aerith and sighs. ]

We will need to be on the same page earlier in the next control. It is not a good look to show the security personnel bicker among each other.

[ Skittering off, the youkai seems more than placated— he seems relieved. Van Zieks may yet make a name for himself as someone people can rely on, and Aerith gives him an appreciative glance before waving goodbye to the fish-headed young person. ]

We'll see you at the Night Parade! [ Something in her voice makes it sound like a promise. Her partner does not strike her as a partying type, but he will need to deal if only for a night. At his voice, she turns back to him, fully, her undivided attention now on him. ]

Bickering? Hmm, if that's what you wanna call it. [ She gestures toward the room they're in, where a gaggle of youkai and people are waiting outside. ] So, what you don't want any of them to have anything on them? [ Dangerous, that is. Anything dangerous. ]

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