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. ]

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Oh, how gentlewomanly. [ A giggle escapes her. When Nia opens the doors for her, it gives way to an even brighter mess of lighting. Tamamo's district has a certain je ne sais quoi, impossibly and wholly defined by it's leader, Tenko-hime. It is dotted with billboards and neon signs. It reminds her of being top side, and when Aerith tilts her head back up to look up into the sky, the stars are blotted out. They can't shine brightly like this. Not here. ]

Street smart, huh. [ A note of guilt peeks out in her voice as she turns to Nia, smiling despite it. Soon enough, she shrugs. ]

If I can tell you the truth, that was my second time traveling between roof tops. [ Sighing, she continues, lightly. ] It was a lot of fun. Thanks for trusting me. Now, I think that shishkabobs are a little too light for two girls looking for a real meal, so let's find a food stall!

[ Taking to the streets, she cannot help herself and takes a big, long whiff of the streets. Mixing with the stench of alcohol and who-knows-what, something aromatic and delicious hits her. ]

( there's a bustle to this place nia's not quite used to; all the neon lights and never-ending uproar is pretty confusing, for someone who comes from the countryside. despite that, it fits this place perfectly; the streets that never seem to fall asleep, and the steady flow of people all around them — she thinks every alliance seems to have a particular quirk to their territory, a way to easily tell where you are.

as for tamamo, well... if all the girls beckoning patrons to come into various establishments isn't enough of a give-away, it has to be the large variety of restaurants, food stalls and bars peppered all over the place. that much, nia's managed to scope out herself. )

You've got a penchant for it, then. Back where I come from, climbing on top of the rooftops is super common. ( as one would expect from a place populated by mostly cat people...

it's also just more convenient, she thinks. getting a good bird's eye view of the area never hurt anybody. )

Hmm... ~ I'm feeling... seafood! ( ... as per usual... ) Or maybe something with meat... Either way, my stomach feels like it's been empty forever, so... —

( and then she sees it — an open, street restaurant serving large bowls of ramen. and by large, she means like, bigger than her head, which immediately catches her attention. ... despite appearances, she's actually quite the glutton... )

[ Seafood? Aerith hasn't had that in, gosh, ages. Fish isn't particularly common under the plate, a delicacy that thrives primarily topside. Nia proposes something that sounds quite luxurious to Aerith, but with all the simplicity of announcing that she likes rain. She snaps her mouth shut when Nia's statement lingers, drifting off into the ether. Aerith follows her line of sight and spots it, too; bowls of soup bigger than anyone coudl ever possibly put away. A youkai working that evening, a fox with ocean-like markings, layers noodles into a bowl before handing it off. To her eyes, it's decadent and homely; what's better than a warm bowl of soup, after all. ]

C'mon. [ Aerith takes up a light jog to the bar where the youkai's working, gesturing for Nia to follow her. ] Doesn't that smell delicious?

[ At least, it does to her. What Aerith spots when she plops her butt into one of the stools is a menu that lists several kinds of soups, but it's what the worker hands off to another customer that catches her eye. A bowl of noodles with a crab claw sticking out of it. ]

Oooh. Guess your seafood wish can come true.

( on the contrary, back in alrest, fish is rather common — not a delicacy by any means, though it also depends on the kind. sashimi, for example, is a rare treat; otherwise, diving into the cloud ocean that envelops every island is rather easy, if it's just fish you want to catch. she still doesn't like doing it herself, but there's plenty of bodies of water on the land, too — waddling in poses no problems.

here, though... well, she's not sure. she's seen some sushi shops around the tamamo territory, but all of them seemed so... luxurious and expensive she didn't dare walk in —)

Oh — ( nose in the air, she smells the welcoming scent of food; noodles, broth, meat — all of it so homely she can't help but feel drawn in. yeah, this definitely beats the stiff, weird party back at the brothel; she gladly follows after aerith, sitting down next to her and glancing over the menu.

seafood ramen... she can't say she's ever had it, but soup is soup, right? )

Does any of this look familiar to you? ( the options on the menu, she means. ) I haven't heard of most of these before, but... "seafood ramen" would be seafood soup, right?

[ Watching Nia, she gets the impression that she's not entirely out of water, here. Something about this works for her, and while Aerith makes note of that, she's not too sure what it is. A fluid sort of smile splashes across her face when she replies to Nia, pressing her own menu to her chest. ]

Ramen is just a kind of... style of soup? [ It's clear she isn't familiar with it, but she speaks definitively, anyway. No use playing unaware when you've seen the dish getting served out in front of you. She turns to Nia, brown hair slipping over her shoulder. ]

You're not shy, are you?

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wish dw didnt lose my notifs for me wtf

notifs have been so bad lately and im tired of 503 errors..........

ME... 502 AND 503 MY DETESTED

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