[open] a real nightmare

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ May Substories, etc
Content Warnings ⬤ Cross dress, violence, alcohol, probably smut somewhere.

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SUBSTORY #1: MOON MEDICINE (HOT)

[no_kyouken]

[ He expects some manner of bullshit from the gyokuto, but he just gives her a look and accepts the thing with a low 'thanks'. He eats it as he walks, waiting for whatever is going to happen and he supposes it could be worse. He eventually stops by the river, sitting on the grassy slope alongside the road and tugging off his jacket and his button up impatiently. He tosses them aside with a sigh. Shoes and socks are next, but he's not shameless enough to shuck his pants.

He's pretty eye catching like that, his back is covered in a very distinctive tattoo. The white hannya on his back stares out at every passerby. ]

SUBSTORY #2: VEND ME A DREAM

[no_kyouken]

[ He crosses his arms as the shirime explains the situation to him. His good eye narrowed with suspicion. Why is he talking to an asshole eyeball anyway? ]

This better not be a porn, buddy.

[ Considering who he's talking to though... He shakes his head in annoyance. A nosy kejourou pipes up that they know where this fated vending machine is and Majima narrows his eye at them too, ]

Fess up now, is it a dirty magazine machine?

[ How much of his fucking day does he want to waste on a smut rag, seriously. ]

[killtime]

[ Honestly, she's not sure why she's bothering with this whole scavenger hunt to begin with. Chalk it up to killing time — and maybe needing a new hobby, now that her freshly mortal flesh can't tolerate her centuries-old alcoholism the same way it used to. It's not the same when you can't drink, smoke, and fuck with the impunity of immortality, but laying around and rotting is, frankly, boring. So. Here she is.

She'd talked to shirime just a little while earlier and was mulling her options over a cigarette when someone else approaches. Similarly one-eyed, she notes. If he's an asshole, that's a matching pair.

Wryly, through a haze of cigarette smoke, she comments uninvited: ]

It's almost definitely porn.

[no_kyouken]

[ He exhales out of his nose in exasperation, his attention focusing more firmly on kejourou. Considering he's talking to a prostitute and an asshole monster... He's pretty sure his spectator is correct. ]

So what's wrong with this asshole they're too shy to push a button, not too shy t'ask a stranger for their smut.

[ Why. What. ]

SUBSTORY #3: SWIPE LEFT

[no_kyouken]

📱 MAJIMA & GOROMI

SUBSTORY #4: HANIWHAT? (CHIJOKU)

[no_kyouken]

[ There's yet another one of those figurines on the counter of the convenience store Majima has stopped in to for cigarettes. He's reaching past it to pay the cashier when he accidentally knocks it over. It smashes on the tile floor and... this is unfortunately an event he's familiar with: smashing cursed objects and getting knocked the fuck out.

His good eye rolls back and he crumples to the floor. Just as the store clerk and other shoppers are starting to shake him...

He seems to wake up, rubbing where his head hit the floor. He shakes off the dizziness and then flicks his eye up at the people around him. A faint, fangy little smile, ]

I am just fine, thank you.

[ But anyone who knows Majima knows that isn't his voice, knows that isn't his smile. The snake picks their body up off the floor, brushing down their pants free of dust and then waving a cheerful goodbye. He plucks the pack of cigarettes off the counter and leaves without his change.

The next stop is, of course, the bar. The possessed Majima can be found piling up on food and sake in one of the Shuten owned locations. It's an astonishing amount! He also invites anyone who looks interested to come drink with him, chatting away cheerfully.

Unfortunately, at the end of this little binge, Chijoku will discover that there is not cash on hand to cover it all. Majima has begun hiding the money from him so that he cannot waste it all... just... like... this...

The snake holds up their hands in placation, giving a whispery laugh, ]

How unfortunate.

[ganashara]

[ Lio couldn't really claim he knew Majima, but he'd been shadowing his superior long enough to tell something was definitely off. He hadn't said anything, out of respect, until this point at the bar, simply watching his superior gorge away... But that certainly confirmed it, didn't it? ]

You would have noticed, right? Back at the convenience store... the amount of cash you had after paying for your cigarettes.

[ Unless the effect of the curse had really messed him up that badly. But Lio's not convinced, and his tone suggested as much. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ Chijoku puts their elbow on the bar and their cheek in their palm, smiling with a studied harmlessness. ]

Was I careless?

[ This isn't the person Lio spoke to before. They both know it. Chijoku will dance around the issue for a bit just for the fun of fucking with him. ]

[protectorofkouka]

[A faint excited brush of notes echoed through Chijoku's mind when Miyako and Soo Won saw Majima leave the store. He knew that voice. It had been awhile since he heard Majima's yokai. Soo Won looked down at the shattered pieces of the haniwa doll with a slight shiver at the lingering cursed aura around it. Oh dear. This could be a problem.

Soo Won quickly caught up to Chijoku at the bar and he gladly accepted his invitation to join him. If he could keep the snake occupied he didn't mind spending some extra money. After living with Gene he knew how voracious uwabami could be and he didn't envy Majima when he woke up. He hid his concern under a friendly smile.]

I don't believe I got your name the last time we met.

[He had been more worried about Majima at the time, not to mention he was a bit unsettled by how much Chijoku had fused with his host. It made him a bit wary even now. He and Miyako were closer now but the image of her controlling his souless body that was conjured by the rains still haunted his dreams sometimes. He trusted her but he couldn't say with certainty that chilling future wouldn't come to pass.

Miyako also chimed in with an excited musical greeting of her own. Honestly she didn't see a problem with Chijoku taking advantage of the situation and having a bit of fun. Soo Won didn't let her have control very often either.]

i totally meant to come tag you and forgot gomen

[no_kyouken]

[ The snake smiles at them. ]

Ah, yes. Here you are. I am Chijoku of the Uwabami Clan.

[ The name means 'Disgrace'. The title is not an aspersion to Chijoku's character. He is named after something powerful. ]

A good number of the others are here in this city. We see the tengus often.

[ Hibiki and Karasu, the yokai attached to Emily and Izo. ]

[medicative]

Do you need some help?

[the familiar voice comes from behind them, all smoke and amusement, the lilt of the tengu wearing a certain woman's body like some yakuza wear their suits. why are they there, in a place like this? they won't say, but they pluck the sake cup out from in front of the snake with all the ease of someone who knows they won't get swallowed whole for it.]

Or should I simply plan to wait until the dust clears when they find out you'll have to run out on them?

[no_kyouken]

Ah, if it isn't my darling beloved.

[ Chijoku oozes back in his seat to gaze up at them, smiling with drunken laziness. ]

I will gladly pay them what I have, they cannot take any more. Yes?

[ It will be Majima's problem anyway, it's his face they'll remember. ]

GENERAL | GOROMI CENTRAL

[no_kyouken]

[ There is an extremely tall snake woman in sunglasses and glaring bright neon green dress. It's been cut to allow her tail through the back and the thin fabric shows the presence of the large tattoo on her back and the thin black stripe of her lace underwear underneath. She's wearing a pair of black ankle boots, the heels of which have an already decently tall person entirely towering. She has long black hair and red lipstick, her pale white snake scale glittery with some kind of body oil. Even her perfume is noticeable: fruit, sandalwood, rose.

She's looking through dresses, makeup, jewelry, perfume. She's not opposed to being social while she looks, she might even hold up a dress in front of her body and inquire, ]

Whaddya think?

[ She has a lilting, informal way of speaking; Osaka-ben pitched falsetto. She also really doesn't entirely pass but seems comfortable enough regardless. What do you think? Want to go shopping? ]

GENERAL | EMILY'S CLINIC

[no_kyouken]

[ Of course he's helping Emily to set up. While he is diligent in helping with the process, he is also the simp in the room that the nurse gives the time of day to. He is blatantly pathetic for the older woman. He brings her tea, he brushes flyaway strands of hair from her forehead, smiles at her when they talk with that soft look that clearly communicates his simpdom is terminal.

He thinks it's not that obvious, and he is terribly incorrect. ]

[killtime]

[ It's probably unfortunate that Andy eventually arrives to intrude on this display of terminal simpdom — but she wasn't about to let Emily's charity go unrepaid. Not because Andy's a good person or anything like that. Fuck no. It's a matter of pride, and more than that, because she simply doesn't know what to do with that kind of compassion. She won't be able to sleep at night if she doesn't at least go through the motions of returning the favor.

So there she is, first thing in the morning, that black eye from the night previous now turning a bit of a sickly yellow-green. Knuckles still bandaged. Fresh cigarette hanging from her lips. Someone should probably tell her to put that shit out in a clinic. It bobs at the corner of her lips when she calls out: ]

Anybody home?

[no_kyouken]

[ Her voice does at least break him out his besotted trance, looking up maybe slightly guiltily before telling Emily he'll go greet whoever it is. So he dips out into the entryway, peering around the corner, ]

Hey.

[ Huh. That's sure a look. ]

Looks like ya did get into it with th'hot dog guy.

AZEM

[no_kyouken]

[ He likes Azem. She's earnest, and that's a trait that gets Majima every damn time. He knows how the world likes to grind down earnest people and he has such a strong feeling that he just wants to nourish it. So if this is what Azem is into, he wants to help. He smiles a little when he sees her coming towards him across the plaza. ]

Hey. Nice t'see ya.

[starshepard]

[ Azem rather likes Majima (and Goromi) as well. But it's rare that Azem doesn't like someone. If there's one ability this place couldn't take from them it's their ability to endear themselves to others and make new (useful) friends.

The moment Azem sees Majima they wave and pick up their pace. They stand out a bit more now that they've begun experimenting with bold colors and patterns. In truth, they look as if they dressed themself in the dark. ]

Well, you did invite me!

[no_kyouken]

[ Oh boy. That sure is an outfit. Really not dispelling that 'alien' thing, is she. Majima's not going to say a fucking thing, but maybe Goromi will ask her out shopping next time. ]

Yeah, yeah. C'mon, there's a big bookstore a couple blocks down.

wildcard.

[medicative]

[it is an evening where they can simply be. Majima knows she's extended that her apartment can be a quiet place, a safe haven against whatever calamities the day holds or just when he wants to think quietly. that much is understood, welcomed, and she'll never say no to when he wants to show up at her door. whether he has news or not, Emily makes sure he knows he's welcome.

still, she's good at discernment, reading the furrow in his brow and allowing it to sit unchallenged for a bit until the man himself has relaxed enough to invite questions. it takes time, and the slow unravelling, and sensing the right moment for things, when an inquiry is less sharp and more honestly felt.]

Penny for your thoughts.

[he's free to let it go, if she's misjudged. sometimes they don't have to talk at all.]

[no_kyouken]

[ He glances sideways on his bad side. He's not actually catching her in his line of sight, just acknowledging he's heard. He's quiet a moment longer because he's always testing the limits of what he can accept saying out loud. ]

I didn't... tell ya why I didn't just tell him "no". Nishitani.

[ Why he brought such an obviously deranged bastard into what was otherwise a stable existence. He knows asking them to accept someone like that is not a small thing. ]

DANTE

[no_kyouken]

[ It's surprisingly difficult to decide who he wants to be before he goes out to meet Dante. Honestly, he doesn't entirely believe that most people like 'Majima'. That's the part of himself that is depressive and traumatized. That's why he has Goromi, a release valve for himself, a little bit of theater where he can pretend he hasn't been through hell. He has another version of himself that he seems to pull out exclusively for a certain type of woman: gentle and devoted, a simp to be sure. He doesn't think that one will do much for Dante. So he tilts his head in his bathroom mirror and tries to figure it out.

Not all the way to Goromi, he doesn't want to put in all the work for her tonight if he doesn't have to. But not as depressive as Majima. Somewhere between the two, still mainly masculine with a little bit of his femme side's ease and confidence.

He figures it out. The belt makes his waist look tiny, the loose draping shirt shows hints of that tattoo that wraps onto his chest under the dangling of gold necklaces. He wears his hair down, carefully slicked to cascade down one side of his face. Effort, but not too much effort. He grabs his usual snakeskin shoes with their steel tips and heads out to meet Dante at the restaurant.

In Japan, Majima is unreasonably tall compared to everyone else. He's not used to anyone being even larger than himself, but here's Dante. He glances up curiously. ]

So what brought this on?

[demonrebel]

[It took Dante forever and a fucking day to figure out what he would wear. Contrary to popular belief, Dante used to put a lot of effort into his appearance prior to the soul-crushing depression. He was a triple threat in his younger years. Handsome, charming, and fashionable was how people used to describe him before he hit the bottle harder than a drunk prom date. He really let himself go over the years, but Dante never had to worry about gaining flab thanks to his unique biology.

Nevertheless, all this preening and shit feels foreign to him now. He could barely recognize the man in the mirror after shaving off the scruff and trimming his hair a little. Dante looks pretty damn good whenever he gets off his lazy ass to take care of himself. You would think that fact alone would be enough to get him to do so but alas, the man is lazier than a sloth in summer.

Finding the right outfit doesn't take long, especially since Dante planned on wearing his signature red duster. However, he incorporates it with this dignified ensemble underneath for the hell of it. It's not every day he gets the chance to look nice, right?]

Do I honestly need a reason to ask you out?

[He asks with a faint smirk as he studies Majima from head to toe. There's a hint of mischief in his gaze, nothing malicious but Dante is clearly feeling playful.]

Nice look. It suits you.

[Feeling more than a little peckish, Dante gestures for Majima to follow as they search for a table.]

ANDY

[no_kyouken]

[ Well. He does already know where she's staying, huh. Apparently it was a good thing Goromi got nosy. He idly contemplates not showing up with the liquor because he actually does have enough self-awareness to say it's not going to help. He disregards his own advice because he can't think of anything that actually will improve things. He's come as himself this time, the daytime look; yakuza chic.

So he knocks on her door with a bag from the convenience store and a cigarette drooping from his lips. ]

[killtime]

[ It takes a minute — at her age, Andy does everything in her own good time — but soon enough, the door swings open to reveal the woman herself. A dwindling cigarette hangs from the corner of her own mouth, and after giving the yakuza chic a cursory once-over, she steps aside, gesturing lightly with one hand for him to enter. Mildly, in lieu of a greeting: ]

You didn't actually have to.