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jigokulogs2022-05-08 07:00 pm
watermemory) wrote in jigokulogs2022-05-08 07:00 pm
[ OPEN ] double trouble
Who ⬤ Tamamori, Minakami, and whomstever (that's you)
What ⬤ Substory 2 and 4, and a couple other options
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ All over
Content Warnings ⬤ None that I can foresee. Will edit if it crops up.
This is a duo open post involvingfuckdogramagra and watermemory, because these two idiots are stapled at the hip at the moment. Harass one or the other or both, though let us know if you’d rather not have threadjacking occur.
Starters are in prose, but can tag in brackets if you prefer.
[ A: Substory #2: Vend Me A Dream ]
[ Location: Various (see below) ]
If anyone asks, this is Minakami's fault for agreeing to lend the shirime a hand—in his defense, he was startled and doesn't know how to say no to these things. Also in his defense, it sounded like a simple favour at the time.
Minakami and Tamamori can be found going round in circles downtown:
— ...in an arcade, trying to win a specific plushie from a crane game for an inugami's chew toy.
— ...at a drugstore, looking for a particular brand of hair conditioner for a nozuchi (What's the difference between regular and leave-in? Did it say what fragrance it wanted? What does hair porosity even mean?).
— ...down sidestreets and alleyways, chasing down a hapless tsurubebi to catch in a lava lamp. Sounds like some cabaret owner is redecorating and insists she needs it for atmosphere.
— ...trying, and seemingly failing, to help a hinnagami take a selfie. It’s likely they’ve forgotten exactly why they were doing this one, but they sure are giving it their all still.
— ...and generally getting hopelessly lost. Tamamori’s complaining that his feet hurt and Minakami’s usual good humour is bleeding away at the seams.
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[ B: Substory #4: Haniwhat? ]
[ Location: A plaza in Sutoku territory. ]
Well, this one’s Tamamori’s fault, though Mina’s not free of sin for going along with it either. Despite getting cranky and tired by the end of the shirime’s runaround, it’s done its job at getting them situated in Jigoku-cho, and Minakami’s unease at seeing yokai everywhere (when he’s only been told cautionary tales about them and has had nothing but bad experiences with the one spirit he’s had contact with) has somewhat abated. Maybe things are less weird and bad than they seem!!
Which is why the duo can be found at an outdoor table not far from Tamamori’s apartment building. Normally there’s street performers or some kind of noisy event at this plaza, but right now it’s relatively quiet. There’s the remains of konbini snacks and onigiri on the table, and way too many soda cans for just two people.
Minakami has a small stack of books next to him (he’s already found a lending library willing to give a Lost Soul a library card), peacefully reading up on burial customs and ancient pottery. Tamamori has one of the haniwa figurines propped up on the table, rather having a very intense staring match with it, or trying to examine it. Not that he has any reason to be more suited to that than Minakami, but he’s apparently taken this self-appointed task very seriously. At odds with that is maybe the haniwa’s ‘embellishments’—the clay figurine appears to have a very small black felt cap, that looks like it would be from an old-fashioned school uniform. There’s even a tiny badge on the hat brim made from foil.
Spiritual sensitivity? Awful nightmare vibes? What’s that? It’s just a little guy.
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[ C: Other: this was easier to pull off when they were kids ]
[ Location: Around the Sutoku apartment complex; the hallways, or lobby, or wherever else. ]
There’s no real rule saying that people from other factions can’t hang out. However, ‘hang out’ is a little too generous of a term for the ongoing shenanigans in Tama’s shiny, new Sutoku apartment. Mumbling voices at all hours, that quiet down just before the building superintendent makes their rounds, Tama poking his head out of his room’s door and checking down either end of the hallway before opening it for any reason at all... there’s even an incident with music playing a touch too loud, complete with the muffled sounds of people trying desperately to quiet it down.
It’s all pretty suspicious, and frankly, painfully obvious to his neighbors, no doubt. You could say something, give the duo tips on how to actually pull this stupid grift off, or just complain about the noise.
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[ D: Other: happy birthday to the ground ]
[ Minakami-specific ]
[ Location: Shuten apartment foyer. ]
Despite the fact that he's made other living arrangements, Minakami been ducking back into his assigned flat every so often, whether to keep up appearances of abiding by the residency rules, or respond to Shuten obligations when they come calling, or store stuff that doesn't fit in Tama's place, or—in this case—to check his mailbox. There's rarely anything there, which he supposes is a consequence of doing everything through the telephone thing, but this time...
Jigoku-cho has adapted fast to the influx of "Lost Souls", and for a functioning, thriving modern city, that means marketing. And mailing lists. Truly, Hell is where data harvesters go. Somehow, his personal details got into the system, and after a little confusion of dates (it's June where he comes from, but May here), eventually the backlog of spam had to go somewhere.
Minakami can be found at the dingy foyer, his mailbox open and overflowing with advertisement fliers and promotional cardstock. He's carrying a shoulder-bag with one hand, and in the other hand he has a cheery-looking card recommending he spend his special day at a Tamamo-run spa (price 25% off for couples!). A tinny little mechanism is singing a legally-distinct version of Happy Birthday.
While his face is a difficult read at the best of times, it is more inscrutable now than ever.
What ⬤ Substory 2 and 4, and a couple other options
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ All over
Content Warnings ⬤ None that I can foresee. Will edit if it crops up.
This is a duo open post involving
fuckdogramagra and watermemory, because these two idiots are stapled at the hip at the moment. Harass one or the other or both, though let us know if you’d rather not have threadjacking occur.Starters are in prose, but can tag in brackets if you prefer.
[ A: Substory #2: Vend Me A Dream ]
[ Location: Various (see below) ]
If anyone asks, this is Minakami's fault for agreeing to lend the shirime a hand—in his defense, he was startled and doesn't know how to say no to these things. Also in his defense, it sounded like a simple favour at the time.
Minakami and Tamamori can be found going round in circles downtown:
— ...in an arcade, trying to win a specific plushie from a crane game for an inugami's chew toy.
— ...at a drugstore, looking for a particular brand of hair conditioner for a nozuchi (What's the difference between regular and leave-in? Did it say what fragrance it wanted? What does hair porosity even mean?).
— ...down sidestreets and alleyways, chasing down a hapless tsurubebi to catch in a lava lamp. Sounds like some cabaret owner is redecorating and insists she needs it for atmosphere.
— ...trying, and seemingly failing, to help a hinnagami take a selfie. It’s likely they’ve forgotten exactly why they were doing this one, but they sure are giving it their all still.
— ...and generally getting hopelessly lost. Tamamori’s complaining that his feet hurt and Minakami’s usual good humour is bleeding away at the seams.
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[ B: Substory #4: Haniwhat? ]
[ Location: A plaza in Sutoku territory. ]
Well, this one’s Tamamori’s fault, though Mina’s not free of sin for going along with it either. Despite getting cranky and tired by the end of the shirime’s runaround, it’s done its job at getting them situated in Jigoku-cho, and Minakami’s unease at seeing yokai everywhere (when he’s only been told cautionary tales about them and has had nothing but bad experiences with the one spirit he’s had contact with) has somewhat abated. Maybe things are less weird and bad than they seem!!
Which is why the duo can be found at an outdoor table not far from Tamamori’s apartment building. Normally there’s street performers or some kind of noisy event at this plaza, but right now it’s relatively quiet. There’s the remains of konbini snacks and onigiri on the table, and way too many soda cans for just two people.
Minakami has a small stack of books next to him (he’s already found a lending library willing to give a Lost Soul a library card), peacefully reading up on burial customs and ancient pottery. Tamamori has one of the haniwa figurines propped up on the table, rather having a very intense staring match with it, or trying to examine it. Not that he has any reason to be more suited to that than Minakami, but he’s apparently taken this self-appointed task very seriously. At odds with that is maybe the haniwa’s ‘embellishments’—the clay figurine appears to have a very small black felt cap, that looks like it would be from an old-fashioned school uniform. There’s even a tiny badge on the hat brim made from foil.
Spiritual sensitivity? Awful nightmare vibes? What’s that? It’s just a little guy.
-
[ C: Other: this was easier to pull off when they were kids ]
[ Location: Around the Sutoku apartment complex; the hallways, or lobby, or wherever else. ]
There’s no real rule saying that people from other factions can’t hang out. However, ‘hang out’ is a little too generous of a term for the ongoing shenanigans in Tama’s shiny, new Sutoku apartment. Mumbling voices at all hours, that quiet down just before the building superintendent makes their rounds, Tama poking his head out of his room’s door and checking down either end of the hallway before opening it for any reason at all... there’s even an incident with music playing a touch too loud, complete with the muffled sounds of people trying desperately to quiet it down.
It’s all pretty suspicious, and frankly, painfully obvious to his neighbors, no doubt. You could say something, give the duo tips on how to actually pull this stupid grift off, or just complain about the noise.
-
[ D: Other: happy birthday to the ground ]
[ Minakami-specific ]
[ Location: Shuten apartment foyer. ]
Despite the fact that he's made other living arrangements, Minakami been ducking back into his assigned flat every so often, whether to keep up appearances of abiding by the residency rules, or respond to Shuten obligations when they come calling, or store stuff that doesn't fit in Tama's place, or—in this case—to check his mailbox. There's rarely anything there, which he supposes is a consequence of doing everything through the telephone thing, but this time...
Jigoku-cho has adapted fast to the influx of "Lost Souls", and for a functioning, thriving modern city, that means marketing. And mailing lists. Truly, Hell is where data harvesters go. Somehow, his personal details got into the system, and after a little confusion of dates (it's June where he comes from, but May here), eventually the backlog of spam had to go somewhere.
Minakami can be found at the dingy foyer, his mailbox open and overflowing with advertisement fliers and promotional cardstock. He's carrying a shoulder-bag with one hand, and in the other hand he has a cheery-looking card recommending he spend his special day at a Tamamo-run spa (price 25% off for couples!). A tinny little mechanism is singing a legally-distinct version of Happy Birthday.
While his face is a difficult read at the best of times, it is more inscrutable now than ever.
sven can and will literally be able to see this, hes gonna give you guys more 5's
What's the difference between grounding and soothing...?
[ He lifts his head up to ask the question of Mina, and instead blinks confusedly at- ] Oh! You! [ Temporarily, Tamamori abandons his beauty product mission to stand back up, gesturing with his phone at Kimm. He uh, also didn't get a name, but he's not going to let that stop him!! ] From the sweeping!
how many more 5s can he give us hes the one who has to think up ways to cash them in
You are...the human who doesn't know how to sweep and the human who doesn't know how to drive. [ Is he going to ask for names? Absolutely not. In a slight moment of mercy, his tone doesn't seem particularly judgemental, but then again it doesn't seem particularly anything... ]
...Were you tricked into running errands? [ Said like someone who has, in fact, gotten tricked into running a stupid terrible errand chain he's still annoyed about. ]
WE WERE WINDING DOWN IT'S FINE (LYING)
[After an awkward beat:] Ah, we've all met then...
...Not tricked, just doing favours. [He puts the bottles down, so he can incline his head a little at Kimmuriel's direction.] I'm Minakami. This is Tamamori.
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Oh right introductions. Tama just lamely inclines his head at his name, letting his shoulders droop again as he gestures with his cellphone. ] He's doing favors. I'm supervising. [ He's more concerned with someone telling Minakami to do something audacious and having him follow through out of misplaced obligation. And...also buying bath bombs. ]
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Seeing these two interact is...lamentably familiar. He decides not to think about that too hard. ]
I would not have thought shopping for haircare products was a task that required supervision. [ He's interested despite himself, and he drifts over to more closely inspect the aisle's products. ]
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... ...How did you two run into each other, then?
[He gives a little shrug at the aisle in front of him, full of brightly-coloured plastic bottles and tubes.] Haha... Is it strange to admit I'm a bit lost? Tamamori is a little more at home with this than I am.
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[ It's a little embarrassing to have someone say he's at home in the bath and body aisle of a convenience store, but some of the products here aren't exclusively for women- it's been enough for him to cave a little on his longstanding interest, but he also looks a little embarrassed. ] A nozuchi wanted a 'hair conditioner that adds volume'. They didn't say what brand, but most of them are expensive, and I don't want Minakami wasting his money on them. [ Just, ignore the other products for a sec. Those are an IOU and totally different. ]
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Everyone has their own specialties. [ He picks up a bottle to read the excited pitch about how Feminine it is, because this is now a puzzle he wants to solve. If he's judgemental about the whole hair care thing, it's not showing at all.
...Choosing anything would help if he knew exactly what a nozuchi was, but can he be bothered to ask?? Stay tuned. ] Did it tell you what it smelled like?
[ This might be a weird question, but it's less foundationally weird than the other questions on his mind, which are something like why don't they just make it themselves, why is there a whole industry for this, why are there so many ingredients in it. ]
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[Ha ha ignore that it happened to him too. Ha ha ha oh god Tamamori don't look at him like that.] The--the Department of Enma just needed an errand run... Our friend here did most of the work, really...
[Mutually puzzling over the aisle:] Not in so many words... but it would be more expensive if we've bought the cheapest one, and we went back and it said, no, another, and we'd be back here again.
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...if it didn't specify, then that's it's fault, isn't it? [ Tamamori picks up one of the pomade leave-ins, scowling at the price. ] Nozuchi don't even have arms, so I don't know how it's going to use any of this anyway...
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'Friend'. Humans continue to throw that word around so carelessly. ] It may be a little much [ he can agree with that; he doesn't particularly enjoy menial labor ] but it could always be worse with demons. I find it is better not to question things too much where they can hear it.
Then maybe it is not so much the contents of the bottle as the bottle itself? [ He puts down the shampoo he's looking at and picks up an obnoxiously colourful and oddly shaped one instead. It declares proudly that it is 'easy-squeezy', whatever that means. It does seem softer than the rest, though. ]
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If it's not a personal question... It sounds like have a lot more familiarity with this. Have you been here that long?
[unfortunately at this point in the conversation "uh what are you called again" was feeling more and more awkward to bring up]
... I hadn't thought of that. [He looks sheepish, even as he squints at the brand Kimmuriel has pointed out. Instead of the fruits and flowers of most of the other bottles, this shelf has scents like "berry medley" and "bubblegum". What's bubblegum?] It could want it as a gift for another yokai... or it might have a companion who can use it on them?
[Sorry I can't finish this tag because my mind ground to a halt at nozuchi co-bathing one of you two pick this up from here I'm done]
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Um, he said he's a- a drow? A dark elf. [ Tama remembers that part! ] It was a place where people summon demons recklessly...that's really what we were talking about, instead of sweeping. [ Tama blinks an eye closed, like he's thinking especially hard, but it's not as difficult as his expression is making it seem. ] That and about the Three Great Evils being the leaders of factions opposed to Enma-sama...though, I'm even more confused about that, now. [ Sutoku-tenno wasn't even leading Sutoku, which...he wasn't the folklorist here
or he'd be dead, but it still seemed weird in a way he couldn't place.It's enough that he sort of forgets the other subject matter for a moment, still staring off with one eye open and debating the yokai stories he used to play along with as a kid. ] If we bathe it in whatever we get, and make sure it at least smells okay, then I'm sure the quality won't matter- they're sometimes fallen priests, right? Being too luxurious would only put them further in debt.
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Kimmuriel is about to elaborate on his specific circumstances and then Tamamori just does most of it for him, which elicits a surprised look because he genuinely thought Tamamori was not absorbing any of that. ] It is easier to summon demons on my world than it likely is on yours, and the planes where they reside are known well to my kind - though the demons here are like nothing I have seen before. [ because 5e hasn't gotten around to fleshing out the fantasy-Japan-equivalent yet so no yokai
His expression, just for a moment, is severe enough to indicate that sure, one of them couldn't talk and sweep simultaneously...but it's not him. ]
Is that what this nozuchi is supposed to be? A human transformed? [ Every time he has to pronounce a japanese word and it doesn't autotranslate magically, his kind of weird accent is very clear. ] I suppose it would make sense that its desire to retain some shred of its former self remains...
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[He mulls over all this, one elbow on a shelf like an armrest -- Kimmuriel says all this very matter-of-factly (not that he has any other tone of voice), with Tama backing it up. With some of the lost souls it's easy to assume they're still from Minakami's world, just from different times or parts of the world he's never seen in any life, but people like Kimmuriel bring home that the possibilities are far broader than that.]
"Three Great Evils", summoning... I'm sure Tama has said so, but if that exists in our time, it's unheard of -- outside of legends.
[A shrug, still leaning on the upper shelf (just tall person things[tm]).] It's said to be so. [Then he frowns, genuinely concerned.] ...Could meeting the request really be hindering their enlightenment?
[Yes, this is what it takes to make him question this sidequest.]
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It may hinder it, or it could be the last attachment needed to sever ties to the physical world, or whatever. [ He's not the Buddhist here, he barely even believes in Shinto.
which is wild coming from him] Either way...we're better off going back to ask it what it wants more specifically, I think. Even if I really, really don't want to...no subject
If it is here in hell, it seems a little late for considering enlightenment. [ He picks up another bottle, comparing it with the first one. ]
If it needs to ask you to get something it wants without binding you to the task somehow, it is likely a weak thing. There should be no problems in your dealings with it. [ Will he ever stop holding yokai here to the standards of dnd demons? ......Not really no. ]
[tag derailed as i look up when fire extinguishers were invented]
It's not a binding, only... it'd be rude? [He lets out a heavy sigh, pushing his hair back and giving Tama an apologetic look. It's been a Night.] Tamamori's right... we'll take a break for now, then we can see what it really wants.
Thank you for the advice, ah... [...still no idea what his name is. While he doesn't exactly have Nosy Bitch disease, he hurries to cover the falter:] ...what are you buying, anyway? Not hair stuff too?
you begin to learn my hell more and more each day
Also, we're not going to deal with a yokai...! We're not here to make enemies. They're like our neighbors now, so it would be rude to not help them. And it's not as if we aren't also being helped out, too... [ Even if it was in an...annoying circuitous way... ]
handshakes sadly in google searches of 'did medieval era/dnd have x'
...I am Kimmuriel. [ His last name isn't very relevant here. If it comes up, maybe, but other than that the first name will do. ]
That is a rather lax approach to dealing with demons, but they seem to be ones you know better than I. [ He shrugs. If it works, it works, but it's not going to lower his suspicion much. ]
I have little need for hair product as of yet, though with this weather.... [ He sighs hard enough to blow a few stray strands of white hair away from his face. ] I may end up having to resupply soon enough.
...I was looking for some metal objects thin enough to serve as lockpicks. [ In case he ever needs to break into his own apartment...or something other than that. And also, people DEFINITELY sell lockpick kits here but they're also DEFINITELY expensive, so until he can save up.... ]
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[RELIEF. THANKS TAMA. He straightens from his lean, giving a short bow to Kimmuriel.]
If nothing else, we are the intruders in their hometown, if you think about it. [Even if getting kicked out of Hell for misconduct isn't an undesirable prospect...]
Lockpicks? Isn't that- [Minakami immediately shuts up, because "isn't that illegal" is an unbelievably stupid question to ask when all three individuals in the conversation were inducted into organized crime groups (not wholly of their own free will, to be fair).]
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You know how to use lockpicks?! [ Tama's surprise and awe is maybe a bit louder than one should be about such topics inside a drugstore, but they're in hell, so he assumes this stuff is just assumed. ] I'll help you figure out how to stock up if you tell me about that...!
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He just acquiesces the point Minakami makes with a slight nod. He sees the logic in that, at least; no point angering the people you basically have to live with more than necessary. Even if they are demons.
....He guesses that's his name with this guy now!! SURE, THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN. He sort of just sighs a little but does nothing else because he does, despite all indicators to the contrary, Get It. Names in other languages are difficult. ]
It has been some time since I had to. [ He looks a little annoyed at the admittance. ] They are much less efficient than my usual way.
Though you will have to ask a better question about them to get an answer that will be useful to you. [ He COULD tell you things like common uses for lockpicks or their different forms or something but he doubts you want to know about that immediately, Tamamori. (He's picked up a lot of useless information while ghosting through people's minds and some of it has inevitably stuck.) ]
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... "Kimmuriel." [There's a distinct slurring of the last couple syllables of the drow's name, relic of the boys' local accent, but it's not unintelligible. He gives a Look over Kimmuriel's head at Tamamori, which... just reads like his usual mild expression, but to Tama it might read something like, "Remember those English reference books? :|"]
Eh... Maybe a hardware store might be better. [Not that he knows where one is, but after this guy has entertained their collective lack of knowledge of recreational hair goop (tm), it only seems fair to return the favour.] Don't they always use hairpins in mystery novels?
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Ah, right, hairpins! I saw thooooose... [ Tama has to get on his tiptoes to get the lay of the land, but at least for once there's someone present who isn't taller than him, so it's motivating. ] Yeah, the next lane over. There were colorful ones, so they caught my attention. [ His hair's a bit unruly even with brushing, so he had maybe entertained the thought of trying to pin it down. But it wouldn't do anything against his cowlick, he assumes, so he'd abandoned the thought pretty quickly. ] I've always wanted to learn how to pick a lock, though! That sort of thing is always useful to know, in case you end up locked out, or if the till breaks for the second time in two weeks...
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