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jigokulogs2022-06-04 06:26 pm
21towin) wrote in jigokulogs2022-06-04 06:26 pm
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Who ⬤ Billy the Kid and you
What ⬤ Swimsuit shopping, gun cleaning, cursed objects
When ⬤ Start of the Month
Where ⬤ Everywhere, host club
Content Warnings ⬤ Maybe violence? Nothing I can think of at the moment
I – Cleaning
[All of the recent hubbub had caused a stir of excitement all around, it seemed. Evidently everyone was excited at the prospect of going to a beach. Even an artificial one. Billy couldn’t really blame them. Having something to help break up the overall setting everyone was in with something a bit more natural is really exciting.
Billy supposed he felt a bit of that excitement as well. Something to help bring a bit of levity to everything. For now, his excitement was dimmed with his current task. Sitting in a more secluded area of one of the Tamamo host clubs, he busied himself with cleaning his gun. Taking the tools, oils, and cloth nearby he got to work. The whole thing with the Celestials had drained him a bit, and the outlaw was quick to take some quiet time to himself again.
His fingers delicately worked over the different parts slowly, meticulously, gently. There was a certain zen he could find in doing this as the smell of the pil filled the air. Oddly comforting and pleasant. Working away the carbon from the rifling, cleaning debris from the cylinder. It gave his hands something to work on, and his mind an aid to allow it to better focus itself. It all felt natural and right to him. As familiar as the weapon itself. The same one that had become part of him, an extension of his being.
The sound of the door opening did get him to glance up, but not stop his work.]
II – Cursed Objects
[The Kid’s body was flung out of the door and into the streets, several feet away from the entrance. A hulking, dark mass clambered out of the building. Dark tendrils whipping around it, a single eye embedded in its chest, and a large, gaping mouth sat on its belly.
Someone had broken a Haniwa inside of the club just now. And the result, of course, had been the eruption of chaos in the building. Frightened screams and shouts echoed around the buildings as Billy began to right himself.
Great, so much for an easy day.]
III – Swimwear Shopping
[All excitement said and done, he did figure that he should go ahead and buy himself a swimsuit for the coming party. ]
Does it really matter what I wear?
[Does it? Most of everything looked the same to him. And as far as Billy was aware, he wouldn’t exactly be using the thing ever again after this. Still, Tenkohime wanted them to look good, so he figured that he should at least give a try all the same.
Now, exactly what constituted as “looking good”?]
What ⬤ Swimsuit shopping, gun cleaning, cursed objects
When ⬤ Start of the Month
Where ⬤ Everywhere, host club
Content Warnings ⬤ Maybe violence? Nothing I can think of at the moment
I – Cleaning
[All of the recent hubbub had caused a stir of excitement all around, it seemed. Evidently everyone was excited at the prospect of going to a beach. Even an artificial one. Billy couldn’t really blame them. Having something to help break up the overall setting everyone was in with something a bit more natural is really exciting.
Billy supposed he felt a bit of that excitement as well. Something to help bring a bit of levity to everything. For now, his excitement was dimmed with his current task. Sitting in a more secluded area of one of the Tamamo host clubs, he busied himself with cleaning his gun. Taking the tools, oils, and cloth nearby he got to work. The whole thing with the Celestials had drained him a bit, and the outlaw was quick to take some quiet time to himself again.
His fingers delicately worked over the different parts slowly, meticulously, gently. There was a certain zen he could find in doing this as the smell of the pil filled the air. Oddly comforting and pleasant. Working away the carbon from the rifling, cleaning debris from the cylinder. It gave his hands something to work on, and his mind an aid to allow it to better focus itself. It all felt natural and right to him. As familiar as the weapon itself. The same one that had become part of him, an extension of his being.
The sound of the door opening did get him to glance up, but not stop his work.]
II – Cursed Objects
[The Kid’s body was flung out of the door and into the streets, several feet away from the entrance. A hulking, dark mass clambered out of the building. Dark tendrils whipping around it, a single eye embedded in its chest, and a large, gaping mouth sat on its belly.
Someone had broken a Haniwa inside of the club just now. And the result, of course, had been the eruption of chaos in the building. Frightened screams and shouts echoed around the buildings as Billy began to right himself.
Great, so much for an easy day.]
III – Swimwear Shopping
[All excitement said and done, he did figure that he should go ahead and buy himself a swimsuit for the coming party. ]
Does it really matter what I wear?
[Does it? Most of everything looked the same to him. And as far as Billy was aware, he wouldn’t exactly be using the thing ever again after this. Still, Tenkohime wanted them to look good, so he figured that he should at least give a try all the same.
Now, exactly what constituted as “looking good”?]
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I'm glad! You may need to find me at another place, too. It's called Hemlock. Mr. Shylock runs it... he's a very nice man.
[ it's where robin prefers to work, but he'll go anywhere that he's asked depending on the occasion. he is trying to stick to just shylock's place, because it's the one he feels the safest. ]
Oh, and my name is Robin. Robin Laffite.