[OPEN] only god can see what i've become.

[killtime]

⬤ Andy @ the CR Meme ⬤
⬤ Permissions Post ⬤

Who ⬤ Andromache of Scythia (now of Enma) & YOU!
What ⬤ The bastard woman drinks and brawls her way through May substories
When ⬤ Throughout the month of May
Where ⬤ A bar, a backlot, and a bloody arena
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!



A | MOON MEDICINE / SUBSTORY #1

[ This might be the most alive she's felt since arriving in hell. Whatever the fuck was in that medicinal mochi — it's like being high on cocaine and bloodlust at the same time. It feeds into that part of her that has always loved a fight. That up-close and personal shit where you can practically smell your opponent's breath. That's what she was raised on, seven thousand years ago on the Eurasian steppe — heir of the warrior-queen, bare and bloody on the battlefield, her mother's axe in her right hand.

No axe now. No battlefield either. Just the dirty alley out behind some dive bar. But that look in her eye is the same now as it was back then, wild and bright as she slams her fist into the unrecognizable pulp that was formerly the face of the yokai who had gotten fresh with her inside. Her knuckles are split open, but she doesn't seem to notice. Tunnel vision, everything else utterly irrelevant while her opponent is still standing — and he is, just barely. Just enough to take another clumsy swing at her, a move so obvious and slow that, in her violent fervor, she barks out a mean laugh, teeth bared. Bracing herself, she lets gravity do most of the work as she catches her victim by the clothes and flings him out of the alley towards street —

Right into anyone unfortunate enough to be passing by. ]

B | VEND ME A DREAM / SUBSTORY #2

[ Normally, on a day like this, Andy would have found some way to drink herself into oblivion by now. But she's spent most of her time in hell hungover, and somewhere between the constant headaches and violent nausea, she figured her newly mortal body was probably begging her for a break from the bottle. But being both idle and sober lends itself too readily towards her tendency to wallow uselessly in her own misery, so when the shirime approaches her with its winking butthole and a request for item A5, well...

Fuck it. It's not as if she has anything better to do.

That's how she winds up in that backlot, leaning up against a porno vending machine with a dwindling cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth as she flips through Juicy Peaches. The look on her face is one of stoic apathy, but either she's bored or the asses within are just that compelling, because she's still turning pages. This page in particular has her head turning slightly one way, then the other as she considers it. Out loud, to nobody in particular: ]

...That's a fucking fish.

[ Given the context, she might mean that literally. Only one way to find out. ]

C | BRUISED & BLOODY / SHUTEN TERRITORY ARENA

[ She'd been beating up people for free in bars this whole time, so it seemed only practical to at least get paid for that shit. The booze and cigarettes don't pay for themselves — and gods forbid that Andy hold a regular nine-to-five. She'd rather have her bones broken. Besides, she makes for a good underdog bet. Compared to some of the monstrous yokai that have stood opposite her in the ring, Andy looks decidedly ordinary. A woman who is neither particularly tall or strong. Nothing to betray the centuries she's spent mastering different ways of using her body to cause others pain. Except maybe that certain look in her eye. Something sharp. Something a little mean.

On one of the nights that she fights, she might find herself facing off against another Lost Soul in her next match. Or maybe afterward, with her left arm hanging loosely from its socket, she might be looking for someone to lend her hand — hopefully someone who isn't too squeamish to shove a shoulder back in. Otherwise, after the fighting is done, she makes a habit of smoking a cigarette right outside the arena, usually more interested in indulging that bad habit than patching herself up. ]

Comments

[no_kyouken]

Well, he definitely 'speaks' whether I ask him to or not, don't he.

[ That one is a joke, her tone matches the one that Andy asked with. Goromi continues, addressing him with a feigned little pout of disappointment, ]

Puppies who bite get put in a muzzle an' tied up in th'yard.

[ That is not a joke but she flutters a smile like it is before the cigarette settles back at her lips. The muzzle and rope are in her bedroom closet with a few other odds and ends. She's sure he'll get to know all about it, sooner or later. She only lowers her gaze to look down at where the ashtray has moved, tapping at the rim lightly. ]

[pitfight]

That a promise, baby? [ Nishitani pinches his cigarette between his fingers so he can lick his lips, look over the side of Goromi's face, down to her chest, her waist. He's leering, making it obvious, and he slaps his hand against the wall beside her, using it to hold his weight while sinking in even closer. Shit, she even smells incredible. ]

With you, that'd be a reward.

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[ Andy huffs out an entertained little breath that could have been a laugh, if she could be bothered to try harder. The amusement is in the shape of her eyes and her mouth though - and it’s a mean kind of humor. ]

I don’t keep a muzzle handy. But I’m sure you’ve got other ways of managing that mouth.

[ Not that she has much room to talk. Some days, her mouth is nearly as bad. Apparently, Goromi is getting Andy’s good behavior. ]

Seems like you’ve got Puppy well-trained enough.

[no_kyouken]

[ If he's going to get up in her space like that... She runs the pad of one fingertip down the bridge of his nose, the tap light at the tip. She smiles because it is a promise but chooses to answer Andy instead, ]

He could use some work, but he's kinda cute.

[ She takes her gaze off of him, turns it to Andy, ]

Lemme guess, he came on strong an' picked a fight with ya. An' you can't resist a good fight.

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[ Those dark eyes, lazily half-lidded, are waiting for Goromi when she turns back towards Andy, whose attention carries an air of both amusement and mild curiosity. Never a dull moment where Nishitani's involved, huh? If she wasn't seven thousand years old and a little fucked up, this might all seem a lot stranger. But as it stands, it's just humans being humans to her, and she doesn't mind being along for the ride.

She answers Goromi as she leans to put out the dwindling stub of her cigarette, her mouth curving upward faintly, making a shape that's just a little mean. ]

Oh. I threw the first punch. [ Her words mix truth and sarcasm when she goes on: ] Puppy here was a gentleman. Called me beautiful. Even offered me his seat.

[ As if he hadn't deserved that punch and then some. ]

its getting nsfw bc its nishitani..

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani captures Goromi's finger between his lips, suckling the finger with a heated look thrown the hostess's way. The two talk over him, like he barely exists, and Nishitani's blood runs hot for it. Goromi wants him to be a dog-- so he nips, he licks, and when he's finished with her finger, he easily drops to his knees, pawing at her thighs to push her dress aside. ]

[no_kyouken]

He's a little hopeless, ain't he.

[ Amused, she ruffles his hair, but her attention goes back to the woman. Contemplative of what to say. She's not as impossible as Majima when it comes to putting things into words, but she is also keenly aware that there's too much to explain. The dead man pawing at her skirts, Majima's fractured psyche and lost eye, the snake that's feeding off their soul, all the other players in this situation.

So she nudges him off of her and goes to Andy, red lips quirked. She drapes her arms over her shoulders, the gold jewelry Goromi wears clinks and rattles. She wears some glittery body oil that makes her white snakeskin gleam, the scent pleasant and fruity and intermixed with the scent of her cigarettes. ]

It's nice t'see ya, Andy. I'm sure a gentleman like him couldn'tve picked a nicer gal.

[ The sweetest possible way of saying they're all as feral as each other and that she's here for it. ]

[killtime]

[ She's aware of it, peripherally — that there's things in the past and under the surface that she doesn't know about. Complicated things, she's sure. History. But she won't ask. Not now. Asking means that the answer matters to her — that she cares enough to know — and it's easier to pretend that it makes no difference. She doesn't need to know that Nishitani died to fuck him. She doesn't need to hear the story behind Majima's missing eye to want Goromi.

That probably says something about how fucked up she really is. But even without the dirty details, she knows they're the same as she is. All broken, jagged edges. ]

The fucking nicest.

[ She pushes off from the window frame, letting herself be drawn in by Goromi's arms over her shoulders. Her own hands come to settle on Goromi's hips, fingers curling ever so slightly into the fabric of her skirts. Leaning in closer, Andy tilts her head in a considering sort of way, her gaze dwelling on those red-painted lips from under her eyelashes. ]

Kiss me, and I'll show you how nice I can fucking be.

[no_kyouken]

[ Her smile unfurls, fangs sharp. Her heavy tail gives an interested little flick as hands settle on her. While dressed soft and femme, the body underneath has the hard planes of an athletic young fighter; hips sharp. She sways the last few inches in against Andy, cheerful and confident in a way that Majima never is. ]

Ya don't say?

[ Her laughter gusts against Andy's lips as she presses them together. If Andy wanted to know what it's like to kiss a snake girl... Her scales are cool and smooth, lipstick faintly tacky, tongue forked as it sweeps over her lower lip. Goromi's arms tighten with a purr. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani is about to snarl about being pushed away, but holds his tongue when he sees Goromi drape around Andy, when Andy wraps her arms around Goromi's waist. Alright-- he can wait. These two women have a key to his heart, so seeing them get along isn't going to bother him at all. Leaning back on his haunches, Nishitani licks his lips eagerly and watches, watches how scales move under determined fingers, that tail and how it flicks across the floor. Shit, they're both hot as hell, too. ]

[ To say he's been hard since picking Goromi up at the hostess bar wouldn't be incorrect-- but here, now, being presented with such a scene... he can't recall a time in recent history he's been harder. ]

[killtime]

[ She might be almost seven thousand years old, but now and then, life still offers her a little novelty. Kissing Goromi with her scales and forked tongue is one of those rare occasions, and Andy isn't complaining about it either. That tongue inspires the imagination almost too easily. Heat stirs in Andy's gut as she leans to kiss Goromi harder, smearing red lipstick between them as her hands start to wander. She's apparently no better than Nishitani, already feeling for Goromi's skirt and hiking it up over one thigh with a fistful of fabric.

Should give Puppy something nice to look at, anyway. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ She laughs, nips at Andy's lips, ]

Yer as bad as each other.

[ But she doesn't seem to mind that. Her scales are soft and smooth all the way up her leg. The tattoos down the backs of her thighs are of a swirling black vortex of water and drifting red flowers. The band of her black lace underwear is there at her hip, the texture against Andy's hand is of soft fabric and raised embroidery where the lace is decorated in black flowers. ]

If we don't play with that puppy he's gonna pop.

[ She plucks and plays with Andy's shirt before glancing playfully at Nishitani. ]

Go lie down. We're coming.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani wants to crawl forward to put his mouth over that exposed band of lace, to suck and bite and leave a mark right there-- on her hip, where her panties ride, reminding her of him every move. ]

[ Instead, Goromi looks at him, and orders him to go lay down. Nishitani thinks if it were anyone else, he would buck, try to take back dominance, control, but because it's her, it's Goromi, Nishitani obeys. ] Pushy! [ Said, like Nishitani doesn't like that. ]

[ The futon is close by, the apartment barely passing as a studio. Laying down, resting his arms behind his head, Nishitani looks over, legs spread invitingly. ] Well?

[no_kyouken]

[ She smiles down into Andy's lipstick smeared face, touching affectionately at her jawline for a moment before she goes to attend this impatient animal. She sits down across his chest in a flutter of skirts. Her tail flicks and stirs across his stomach, at his hip. ]

So needy, Homa.

[ She picks at his buttons for him, nails light on his skin. She leans in over him, dark hair trailing over her shoulder and against his cheek. ]

You I wanna ride until I can't think straight, hm? An' I think she outta sit right... here... an' play along.

[ Her fingertips at his mouth, her good eye heavy lidded and self-satisfied. It's how she is with most people she fucks, she puts them on the bottom and she uses them for whatever the hell she feels like. ]

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani licks Goromi's finger as it brushes past his lips, eyes bright with excitement given what she's saying. With Andy on his face, he won't be able to see Goromi ride him-- but at the same time, being used by these two ladies is hardly something he's going to complain about. The fact they're open to this just means that his luck continues to hold out. ] For you, baby, I'll be needy every day.

[killtime]

[ Orders are usually a hit or miss with this one — but she's always been partial to a bossy bitch, and judging by the her light shrug of acquiescence, the suggestion to play along seems well-received enough. Makes no difference to her either way. Seven thousand some-odd years is plenty opportunity to work your way around the block a few times, and she's never been finicky with these things.

Absently, she thumbs away a smear of lipstick from the corner of her mouth before wandering over to the futon, undressing in lazy tugs at what little she'd been wearing to begin with. It's unhurried when she settles in where she's told, knees digging into the futon on either side of Nishitani's head as she leans down with a faint, mean little smile. ]

You heard the lady.

[pitfight]

[ When Andy kneels herself above him, Nishitani is already reaching up to wrap his arms around her thighs, digging his fingers into tough, toned muscle just to feel the pressure under his skin. ]

[ Her cunt is delicious, every fucking day he thinks about drowning himself here. He immediately wraps his lips around her clit, pushing the hood back with his tongue and allowing some suction, just to start Andy up right. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ How obedient and wholesome. She reaches out, pulls Andy back to her kiss with a hand curled behind her ear. She trails the back of her other hand up from her navel, along the strong lines of her body until she hits breast. Her touch is teasing up until the point that Andy gets frustrated with her, and then she laugh sweetly at the impatience and provides as bidden. ]</small.

[pitfight]

[ These two girls are going to drive him fucking insane. Nishitani can feel how Andy tenses, each shift she makes against the futon and he can feel when Goromi pulls her in for a kiss. Keeping Andy close, his mouth wet and open against hers, Nishitani grinds up against Goromi, making sure to be careful, for Goromi only. ]

[killtime]

[ Now here's a mouth that's never let her down. Nishitani eats pussy the same way he does everything else — without holding a damn thing back. He goes straight for her clit, and she swears under her breath appreciatively, one hand settling into his hair to grip loosely as she rocks her hips in a slow grind.

She lets Goromi coax her for a kiss — lips and tongue first, then a hint of teeth when Goromi teases, her free hand closing over the one at her breast, urging her to give Andy a little more.

It's low and wry and just faintly breathless when she murmurs into the scant space between their mouths: ]

Shouldn't let that dick go to waste.