WHO THE FUCK IS KISHITANI (
pitfight) wrote in
jigokulogs2022-06-07 11:55 pm
semi-closed 🔪 sometimes it's better to lose than compromise
Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ It's trauma time! (event nsfw)
When ⬤ THE BLOOD RAIN BABY
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ TRAUMA!! BLOOD!! GORE!! VIOLENCE!! PTSD!! SEX!! BODY HORROR? This is a nsfw post for event stuff, so be warned
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bussy!
What ⬤ It's trauma time! (event nsfw)
When ⬤ THE BLOOD RAIN BABY
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ TRAUMA!! BLOOD!! GORE!! VIOLENCE!! PTSD!! SEX!! BODY HORROR? This is a nsfw post for event stuff, so be warned

ANDY / the cursed night
[ When Nishitani wakes up in his own room, with a door, Andy at his side-- the sun is bouncing in through a window, and the sounds of movement a floor below them-- laughter, of a young woman, and the stern tones of an older man. He looks down at himself. He only has his arm inked in, the rest of his body is free of the tattoos he suffered so long for-- ]
[ Yawning, stretching, Nishitani rolls back over. He's 15, the shrill creek of cicada's out his window mean it's summer-- which means he's sleeping for a while longer. ]
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Andy sits up, all tousled hair and bleary eyes as she squints into the sunlight peaking in from the window. Her vision adjusts. And it hits her suddenly.
This isn’t her shithole apartment in hell. This isn’t any place she recognizes. And when she turns sharply to look for Nishitani at her side, he’s - ]
Fuck!
[ Startled, she jerks away, hissing the curse out under her breath. Is she dreaming? Is that…? The tattoo on his arm is familiar. He’s familiar. But that’s not… Andy pinches her own arm. Hard. Nothing happens except a sharp pain. ]
What the fuck.
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Instead, Andy irritably hauls herself to her feet, rummaging around a little as she helps herself to the half-sleeping teenager's clothes — gods forbid she confronts any of this with her tits out — then pointedly opens the door and starts heading downstairs to find out what the ever-living fuck is going on around here. ]
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RYOUMA / the cursed night
[ Speaking of. ]
Hey! Stay right there, idiot, I'm coming up! [ A man, on one of the exposed flight of stairs leading up into a random assortment of businesses. Nishitani's missing his jacket at this point but he's got a busted up cigarette pinched between his lips and that's going to get him through his night, somehow. ]
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ryouma is alone at the moment, although the shadows around him have a tendency to move in a way that shadows aren't supposed to on their own. which is fine. ]
Go home. Ain't safe out here.
[ says the guy pointing guns at strangers but whatever!!! he's not wrong. and he's actually gotten a few people to run away like this, so it's working? in any case, ryouma is not really thinking clearly and so he's not really minding his accent either; the tosaben might sound familiar, seeing as he comes from the same place as izō. ]
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[ The shadows, the nightmares, haven't yet hit Nishitani. For now, he has his mind, the manic, intense energy of him fending off the worst of the energy pouring down on them. ]
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What?
[ that seems to have diffused things enough that he's at least not going to shoot right now. so good job, buddy. for what it's worth, it's an old gun too. like an 1860s army revolver old gun. perfectly normal things.]
Now why would I go an' do that?
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but even Hibiki is silent. there are no wings on her back to reassure her. the mask at her waist has gone cold, and it feels like it hurts in her chest. a pain of phantoms, when her soul was so accustomed to another presence there. alone, with no way out...she'd almost take someone trying to kill her at this point, to avoid the fear that she's fallen away like everything else did in that city. was this what it was like, to lose your body, to be swept away in the current?
she can't save anyone here. no one can see her, so no one sees the despair that creeps into her veins, or hears the broken sound she makes when she realizes that she could walk and walk and there would probably be that endless expanse of nothing. nothing beautiful or salvageable. just her, left to wither away as befits someone who runs from their crimes. time twists in on itself, and she has no clue how long she's been here - all of the medicine she had made, she had given to other people in worse states, thinking she could make it back. but it feels so real that for a while, she forgets about curses, and weeps. this is the new world, after all.
exhausted, she sits down against one of the decaying buildings, letting her head hang forward. hell had finally caught up to her, then. she can only pray that wherever the others are, they're safe - that they forget about her, to be happier.]
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[ He shoots a text off to Emily-- and hears a response, dull in the rain but obviously a response. One more to make sure, and Nishitani's scowering the alleys and doorstops for Emily-- praying she's still got her phone on her-- and when he finds her, he pulls off his jacket and draws it over her, where she sits to keep the worst of the rain off her. ] Look what the cat finally spat up!
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a bubble that's trapped her mind. she's not here, but there.]
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You better not scold me when you wake up... [ Nishitani kneels down and picks her up carefully. He's taking her some place out of this rain, then he can try and get her back to reality. ]
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before the TOWER!!
Shouldn't take much looking. The man has a certain presence. ]
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[ He's taking a cigarette break, growling at anyone daring get to close to him before he's finished at least half of this fucking thing. Honestly, when was the last time he slept? ]
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With her usual wryness, by way of greeting: ]
You've got everyone's assholes clenched in here.
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late event.
it's her job. it's her duty. it's her calling. it never ends. it means she's in one place even as under her skin burns and she wishes she wasn't, that she could drag everyone important to her close, cover them with her wings and block this out, that this wasn't happening again-
it's a rare lull, here, and the endless drone of the rain on the roof doesn't go away.]
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[to rest, to change his clothes? he looks like hell, pun not intended. regardless, he's ushered in, and wherever he wants to sit down, she's going to find one of the sheets they use for the beds and put it over that.]
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late event lmk if this is okay!!
He looks around the room, pupils dilated and chest heaving- and when his gaze lands on Nishitani, he nearly turns his blade on him out of instinct. But he doesn't.
Safe. No, he's not safe but he can stop and that's enough.
First, he tries to say "aniki" but the syllables roll around his tongue, refusing to settle into the order he needs them to no matter how hard he tries. It becomes akini, aniniki and, when his mouth gives up and betrays him altogether, a cursed in slurred Snezhnayan. But he's quick to hide- or at least attempt to hide- his struggle with a flat smile and a theatrical shaking of his umbrella.
His eyes are even duller than usual.]
Mr. Nishitani. [
AjaxTartaglia Childe speaks carefully this time, taking care not to let his stutter come through.]Still alive, I see. Splendid.[Is it convincing? Can't show weakness, can't let anyone know that he's spent the last hour groping his way through the dark and trying to chase a frightened boy with a missing tooth in the dark, that he'd spent the two before that fighting and fighting and somehow surviving even when-]
Are you real?
i love it
Chi-chan.
[ Only Childe looks rough, looks dazed, looks caught in a nightmare and Nishitani is so fucking tired of people caught in nightmares. The kid stumbles, but manages to get out his name, so Nishitani approaches carefully pulls that broken umbrella from his grip, content to let Childe keep the knife because trying to remove it will just end with him being stabbed. ]
[ Again. ]
Alright, kid. I'm real enough to tell you to sit the fuck down.
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All parts of him that have regrown and settled and scarred over. Or maybe not, because right now he feels carved open, like someone's elbow deep in his guts and pulling him apart from the inside out.
He smiles.]
I'd be more convinced if you'd told me to fuck off.
[There's still a faraway quality to his voice and his eyes don't quite focus but, if nothing else, he seems less liable to try and gut him at the slightest provocation. Still, it might be a little unsettling when he leans forward, bringing their faces far too close together for comfort.
Nishitani breath is all heat and nicotine- and its presence alone is enough for him to believe that he's telling the truth for now.]
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