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jigokulogs2022-05-08 10:53 pm
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Who ⬤ Kamui and you
What ⬤ The extremely cursed 7/11 night shift
When ⬤ throughout May
Where ⬤ that one Sutoku/Shuten 7/11
Content Warnings ⬤ n/a for now, will update
Notes ⬤ please see Kamui's permissions to opt into having him sense your character's criminal power!
A. convenience store;
[It's 2 am, or thereabouts, and you are on a street where Shuten and Sutoku territory just barely overlap-- so it's a bit of a dodgier visit tonight. However you managed, you've finally bypassed the oni punks squatting outside the automatic doors and made your way into the waiting fluorescent arms of the 7/11, only to find...]
Welcome.
[this guy, dispassionately welcoming you to the store. Like, has he even blinked? It's like they've seated a cryptid behind the counter in a silly uniform. His lack of enthusiasm, his unbroken stare, and the strange presence his silver left eye seems to radiate all combined make this late night convenience store visit feel especially unnerving.
Sometimes, he pauses to stock the shelves, but it always sort of feels like he's watching you. Not that he's a rude cashier, or treating you like you're going to shoplift: he'll ring you up just fine. It's just his terrible vibes. Sorry.]
B. toilet dungeon;
[There's also a public restroom in this 7/11... if you can find it!]
Oh, welcome back. [says Kamui breezily, as his customer emerges from the 7/11 back door for the second-- or third?-- time.] Did you find the WC yet? I'm sorry for the inconvenience, it was cursed last week, so the hallway has gotten longer. You need to follow the directions exactly or you'll just be sent back here right away.
[In one long, breathless sentence, Kamui repeats the directions:]
Go through the door in the back, take a right, go through the fourth door, turn through the first hallway on the left, then keep going straight until you take a right at the intersection, go through the second door and you'll get to a staircase, so go all the way down and through the emergency exit on the right, take the stairs all the way up to the top, and you'll hit a T-shaped hallway, and you'll find the WC just past that.
[He blinks, head canting ever so slightly to the side.]
Please take your time.
C. hani-uhh???;
[There's a haniwa figure that has cropped up right next to the magazine aisle. Fortunately, this is one of Kamui's earlier shifts, so he's not the only employee around and won't be abandoning the register for this-- but they've still got to figure out what to do with this distinctly-cursed looking little guy before one of their oni regulars kicks it over, right?]
Erm...
[Except that, especially with his ability reactivated, it really, really feels like a bad idea to touch the clay figurine. And yet, he definitely can't just leave it there, can he?
Kamui's brows knit together with concern as he stands over it, armed with one of the tongs for hot food. He clicks them together, uncertain, before he crouches down to get a better look at it. He might be poking it with the tongs. Give it a few moments-- he's making up his mind.]
D. wildcard
[here for a vending machine substory task (or another substory)? just wanna generally harass your friendly neighborhood 7/11 cryptid? go wild my dude]
What ⬤ The extremely cursed 7/11 night shift
When ⬤ throughout May
Where ⬤ that one Sutoku/Shuten 7/11
Content Warnings ⬤ n/a for now, will update
Notes ⬤ please see Kamui's permissions to opt into having him sense your character's criminal power!
A. convenience store;
[It's 2 am, or thereabouts, and you are on a street where Shuten and Sutoku territory just barely overlap-- so it's a bit of a dodgier visit tonight. However you managed, you've finally bypassed the oni punks squatting outside the automatic doors and made your way into the waiting fluorescent arms of the 7/11, only to find...]
Welcome.
[this guy, dispassionately welcoming you to the store. Like, has he even blinked? It's like they've seated a cryptid behind the counter in a silly uniform. His lack of enthusiasm, his unbroken stare, and the strange presence his silver left eye seems to radiate all combined make this late night convenience store visit feel especially unnerving.
Sometimes, he pauses to stock the shelves, but it always sort of feels like he's watching you. Not that he's a rude cashier, or treating you like you're going to shoplift: he'll ring you up just fine. It's just his terrible vibes. Sorry.]
B. toilet dungeon;
[There's also a public restroom in this 7/11... if you can find it!]
Oh, welcome back. [says Kamui breezily, as his customer emerges from the 7/11 back door for the second-- or third?-- time.] Did you find the WC yet? I'm sorry for the inconvenience, it was cursed last week, so the hallway has gotten longer. You need to follow the directions exactly or you'll just be sent back here right away.
[In one long, breathless sentence, Kamui repeats the directions:]
Go through the door in the back, take a right, go through the fourth door, turn through the first hallway on the left, then keep going straight until you take a right at the intersection, go through the second door and you'll get to a staircase, so go all the way down and through the emergency exit on the right, take the stairs all the way up to the top, and you'll hit a T-shaped hallway, and you'll find the WC just past that.
[He blinks, head canting ever so slightly to the side.]
Please take your time.
C. hani-uhh???;
[There's a haniwa figure that has cropped up right next to the magazine aisle. Fortunately, this is one of Kamui's earlier shifts, so he's not the only employee around and won't be abandoning the register for this-- but they've still got to figure out what to do with this distinctly-cursed looking little guy before one of their oni regulars kicks it over, right?]
Erm...
[Except that, especially with his ability reactivated, it really, really feels like a bad idea to touch the clay figurine. And yet, he definitely can't just leave it there, can he?
Kamui's brows knit together with concern as he stands over it, armed with one of the tongs for hot food. He clicks them together, uncertain, before he crouches down to get a better look at it. He might be poking it with the tongs. Give it a few moments-- he's making up his mind.]
D. wildcard
[here for a vending machine substory task (or another substory)? just wanna generally harass your friendly neighborhood 7/11 cryptid? go wild my dude]
no subject
[Sure, it's a bit morbid to think about curses building upon each other so intensely, but he's just relieved to have an expert here to teach him about it. He's listening and nodding to the explanation as he grabs the second and third haniwa-- navigating the piles of paper on the ground with care to reunite them with their mummified brother in his 7/11 bag.]
I've heard rumors that shattering them doesn't end well. [Perhaps as bad as backfiring? He's not eager to find out.] I appreciate you taking the longer way.
[The haniwa recovered, he takes a seat on the ground near-- but not too near-- Natori. Better to stay out of his way a little.]
All right, are you ready? [Slower than his first explanation, he repeats:]
Through the door in the back, take a right, through the fourth door, turn through the first hallway on the left, continue straight until you take a right at the intersection, through the second door, all the way down and through the emergency exit on the right, up the stairs all the way up to the top, past the T-shaped hallway and into the WC.
Did you get it all? I can say it again if you need.
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[Y'know, just in case Kamui comes across any other vessels with ayakashi sealed inside them and isn't sure if he should break the thing. Don't break the thing! Don't even touch the thing!
He frowns in concentration as Kamui repeats the pattern, jotting down characters across different quadrants of the circle. They get elevated somewhat in Natori's telling: "right" becomes "east;" each of the numbers are written with the formal characters used for checks, including the obsolete one for "four" that doesn't even get used then; after a brief hesitation, the T-shaped hallway becomes "crossroads." By the end, it's a somewhat abstracted map to the bathroom as represented by single characters and their relative placement in the circle, then made even muddier by the addition of several of his standard characters, both recognizable kanji and not: "exit" on one side, a heavily stylized drawing of an eye on the other. After adding another concentric circle and another smattering of characters, Natori gets to his feet and dusts off his hands more out of habit than anything else.]
Okay, I think I got it. Let's give it a try. [With another gesture, a long, thin ofuda slips out of his bag and into his hand. He steps on the edge of the circle, claps his hands around the spell paper, and starts to recite in archaic Japanese:] Trickster of the aisles, begone. We see you, we see you, we see you. Mislead no more guests; there is only one path.
[As he recites his terrible freeform poetry of a spell, the edges of the mound of paper on the ground start to stir as if disturbed by a small, localized breeze from the point where Natori's hands are clasped around his ofuda. The wind is affecting Natori as well, his shaggy hair and jacket billowing in the breeze, but nothing else in the store-- until the last word, when it shoots off down the empty hallway.] Release!
[The papers still, and Natori's hair settles back into his aesthetically-mussed default. He blinks, frowning slightly as he tries to see if he can sense a change.] ...Kamui-san, I hate to ask, but can you try going down the hallway? Even after your help, I don't have the path memorized to get back if it failed.
[Spoiler, it failed. But at least Natori got to freestyle for a bit.]