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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.
-
[ 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.
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.
-
[ 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.
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"Feel something off...?" Tama cocks his head, and takes a stab in the dark- his higher consciousness noticed the sheen over the man's eye more than his active mind, and that's sometimes enough for him to cold shot a theory. "Oh! Are you an exorcist?" Obviously all eye-weirdness, yokai-involving people are something around there, right?
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"Not an exorcist." He shakes his head. "We don't have youkai like this in my world at all."
Ghosts, yes; blurred boundaries between worlds, yes-- but the kinds of creatures he's encountered around here are still just the stuff of legend. But he's been encountering more and more exorcists around the city lately. Perhaps that's what the jar's for?
"Think of my senses like a compass. They go off if I feel someone with criminal intent nearby. And as soon as that youkai passed by me, I felt it."
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He nods slowly at Kamui's explanation -- while his own contact with the supernatural is long-over (and even when he had it, he was still relying on human instincts), the notion of priests or the naturally spiritually-sensitive with a foot in the door to that world aren't unheard of to him, if rare. But:
"'Criminal intent'?" He looks genuinely baffled at that, as he looks over Kamui's shoulder again at the blue fire. Even with the chase halted, it hasn't bolted, just peeking around a corner. "A kyubi asked us to trap it for her, but she didn't mention..."
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"Yokai don't usually...get ascribed morals like that very often, but I guess I don't see why it'd be weird..." His nose wrinkles, but he looks up at Minakami, gesturing with the empty lava lamp glass. "There's been plenty here who have been helpful and rude. It's trying to escape being put in here- I wouldn't want to be put in a bottle either, but it might have done something to the kyubi..."
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And, anyway, it's all so different here in hell. For all he knows these two could be giving that energy off, for how fuzzy it's all been in his head.
"My powers have been a little odd since I arrived, though, so take it with a grain of salt." He inclines his head in the direction of the tsurubebi still hovering in the air: slowly, it seems to ascend higher, uttering a breathy noise that sounds a little like... laughter, maybe. Kamui steps aside, both to give the two of them space and to peer up at the ball of flame, just barely within reach of a human's grasp.
"I'll stay out of your way. Good luck."
1/2 what it looks like when it's fine
On the other hand, if it's a detection of mischief, it really could be just coming from the two boys. Even if they were doing this on someone else's behalf, putting a yokai in a lamp must be against some kind of law. Who could say? He hadn't even been aiming for the law classes when he had been trying to qualify for the Imperial University
even if that would have been a very laser-targetted crossover.And anyway, they do need to get this done.
"Consider us forewarned," he says with a nod, taking back the glass canister from his friend. "Excuse me, sir -- Tama, stand back."
He sprints forward, intending to quickly swipe the canister down over the tsurubebi, like trapping a bug in a plastic cup --
2/2 what it looks like when it's not fine
Funny story, really; Minakami and Tamamori are from Aizu, a little mountain village in the south of the Tohoku region. Which means their version of the tsurube otoshi isn't one giant head, but a swarm of smaller ones.
"...!!"
Minakami backpedals, narrowly avoiding getting beaned by rocks and buckets falling from overhead. WELL THIS IS A FINE MESS NOW.
i got to use this icon again so its a good day
"Oi!! What are you trying to pull?! Do you want to get someone hurt?!" He may be 160cm and a twig, but he's angry and 160cm and a twig. So, with all the frustration of their runaround still fresh on his mind, he stoops down to pick up some of the rocks, chucking them right back at the yokai. "How do you like it, huh?!"
big F all around to the boyz........
Once they've dropped all the rocks and buckets on the two from overhead, the tsurube otoshi rush at and around Tamamori and Minakami like a swarm of bees, their crowing laughter and the clattering of falling debris overlapping into an awful cacophony of noise. Kamui startles at it, but before he can run over to help (a rock?! does he pick up a rock??!) a few disembodied heads decide to pick on him specifically. They hover around him, cackling and headbutting him randomly.
This does, however, have an upside--
"I caught one...!" he calls: just as one's rushed at him to smack him in the face, he'd closed his hands around its ears. The tsurube otoshi's thrashing wildly as the other two ram into Kamui more insistently now. (Ow.) "Quick, it'll get away!"
blows on the tiniest saddest trombone for everyone involved
When Kamui calls out to them, Minakami passes the canister back to Tama, before he can grab more rocks and draw more aggro from the tsurube otoshi. "I'll hold them off while you grab it. I'll be fine...! Uehara -- you must know these streets better than us-- how do we lose them?"
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Predictably, upon being handed the glass canister, Tama's instinct is to almost throw it- but it's thankfully heavy enough that he aborts that mid-motion when the weight of it catches up to his brain, and he fumbles it back in to his arms, hugging it to his chest for a moment out of nerves. It takes him another second to hastily work at unscrewing the container completely, holding it out for Kamui to cram their semi-ill-gotten spoils in to. Go team ghostbusters! "I've got it- let's just run-!"