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brat. ([personal profile] killtime) wrote in [community profile] jigokulogs2022-05-09 01:18 am

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



⬤ Andy @ the CR Meme
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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.
]


heretic_blade: (dragula)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-07 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Well...fuck it. How 'bout we go buy some more fuckin' booze an' find a fuckin' rooftop?

[ He's got wings. The question is does she trust this drunk tengu-possessed man to carry her? ]

Better'n sittin' 'round here.
heretic_blade: (for you it's too late)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-07 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
Deal.

[ Down the hatch goes the last drink and he's on his feet. ]

...Liquor store first. I'll pick out a roof after we got th' booze...or ya can help with that, if ya trust me enough not t' drop ya.
heretic_blade: (someone's killing someone)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-07 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Izō just sort of...scoops her up into a princess carry without any warning. ]

Put yer arms 'round my neck and don't squirm too much or I will drop ya.

[ At least he gives her that much warning before taking off in a run and up into the air, just high enough to clear the tallest buildings in the area. ]

Holler if somethin' sticks out t' ya.
heretic_blade: (i gotta reflect)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-08 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He takes being able to fly for granted. It's one of the only convenient things that came out of being possessed by a tengu. Only when he treats someone to a flight like this does he remember how special it is, really. He might gloat a little about this later, but that's for later.

He turns his head to look at the roof she picked and barks a laugh. ]


That's ours, alright.

[ A sharp banked turn and then he comes in for a landing. It's much more graceful than the time he landed with Childe -- that's a low bar, though. So long as he stays on his feet and doesn't fall on her, it's already better. He does stumble, but is quick to recover and sets her down once he's steadied himself. ]

An' see? Nothin' t' worry 'bout. Back on th' ground safe'n sound.
heretic_blade: (I am looking out for you)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Right, he does owe her at least some kind of explanation. She trusted him with the information about her being (formerly) immortal, so it's only fair. Izō laughs. ]

It's better'n walkin' everywhere, that's for damn sure... [ He holds his hand out for some booze. ] I got a fuckin' tengu livin' in my body, I better get somethin' out of it.
heretic_blade: (I am looking out for you)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-12 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sober or not, that's booze and he's not about to let it go to waste. He does catch the bottle, though, and even manages to not bobble it or anything before plopping down beside her. ]

I'm still me. Like hell I'm lettin' that bastard erase me. [ That's what the tengu wants, after all: a body for himself again. Izō was just the most fitting vessel. ] He jus' takes over sometimes. An' I can feel him inside me...Hear him, too.

[ And then he takes a long drink because there isn't enough alcohol to deal with this reality. ]
heretic_blade: (well everybody want it)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-13 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ The withering look he gives her says more than his words will. ]

Fuck no. I ended up in Hakagemachi and woke up possessed. I wanna get rid of th' fucker, but there ain't no way.
heretic_blade: (someone's killing someone)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-15 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He takes a long drink, too, because he doesn't want to think too much about his current existence. His stay in that awful place was generally horrible, but it brought him two people he cares deeply for. It's hard to say he regrets it entirely...

Not that he says as much. He shrugs and forces a grin. Anything to cover up what he's actually feeling. ]


Yeah, well...At least I'm in good company bein' fucked like this.

[ Whatever wager they had feels like it's been forgotten in favor of a genuine conversation. What an odd way to bond... ]
heretic_blade: (for you it's too late)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-17 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
So, what? That make ya un-fucked now? Ain't no fun if I'm th' only one gettin' fucked here.

[ He's normally pretty morose about his lot in life, especially when he's drunk. Misery loves company, it seems. ]
heretic_blade: (I am looking out for you)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-21 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
It ain't my job now, so I ain't gonna cut ya.

[ A quiet chuckle before considering her question. The bottle of booze in his hand doesn't hold the answer, but it sure holds a bandaid for the gaping wounds inside him. ]

Yeah, 'course it does. Ain't like there's fuck all I can do 'bout it now...No matter how long it's been, I don't wanna jus' accept it.
heretic_blade: (move the jaw)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-21 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Izō pops up, half-expecting he'll need to catch her before she falls off the roof. A sigh of a relief follows because he's just too drunk for that kind of quick motion. He walks up alongside her, chugs the last of his bottle, and chucks it off the roof. ]

...I gotta accept th' crow, but anythin' else can fuckin' suck my dick!

[ The bottle clobbers some poor youkai walking down the street and Izō instinctively ducks down. ]

Uh, we should prolly get th' fuck outta here.
heretic_blade: (you will be soon aware)

[personal profile] heretic_blade 2022-06-22 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Izō looks at her, then over the edge, then back at her, and shrugs. ]

Wanna find out?

[ What could possibly go wrong? ]

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