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WHO THE FUCK IS KISHITANI ([personal profile] pitfight) wrote in [community profile] 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

if you would like to tag into this/want a starter, hmu at [plurk.com profile] bussy!
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[personal profile] killtime 2022-06-11 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ She’s slow to stir. It wasn’t like that before - she hardly ever slept before all this, and even if she did, it was the restless and shallow sleep of a woman who knew her nightmares were waiting for her. But, crammed together on that shitty futon with him, some nights she sleeps now. Quiet, dreamless sleep. And it takes her a few moments to swim to the surface of her unconsciousness, unsure why it feels vaguely like something is off as the world settles into her awareness. Is that the sound of laughter?

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 -
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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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[personal profile] killtime 2022-06-13 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The look on her face goes from bewildered to annoyed, then exasperated. Alright, she gets it — this is probably some cursed hell bullshit, because it would obviously be too much to ask for her to just fall asleep and wake up in the same fucking reality. Also? Fuck going through the window.

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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[personal profile] kaientai 2022-06-14 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ at first, the sound of nishitani's voice startles him and ryouma turns and... points a gun at him. his eyes are wild and unfocused and an unnatural shade of gold, at least for someone who otherwise appears human. the only reason he doesn't shoot is because he knows this isn't someone he knows. a stranger dressed like he is? probably not a ghost.

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. ]
kaientai: (090)

[personal profile] kaientai 2022-06-15 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ yeah that's—... ]

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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medicative: (visible.)

[personal profile] medicative 2022-06-08 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[she doesn't know where she is anymore. it's dark, it's colder - the bloody rain that stains her skin has long since dried, since she's stumbling through somewhere else, and it is so, so quiet. these aren't the streets she knows, the buildings she knows - things are empty, and cold, and silent, decaying slowly. like Hakagemachi, except this isn't that crumbling town, not entirely. it's things she knows and things she does not. broken windows, open doors.

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.]
medicative: (wound.)

[personal profile] medicative 2022-06-09 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[it's clear why she isn't answering her phone when he's close enough to see her, gone white under the blood that's fallen on her, eyes only half open and vacant. it's like she isn't even awake, and when he touches her, there's a brief glimpse - like an image laid over the world - of what she sees. that sheer desolation, a silence that cuts through the rainfall enough to make one's ears ring.

a bubble that's trapped her mind. she's not here, but there.]

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before the TOWER!!

[personal profile] killtime 2022-06-17 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a while since Andy last stepped foot in the Shuten Arena. Not since the early days, when she was aimless and angry, with nothing better to do than bust her knuckles open on someone's face in the ring every other night. Things are a little different now. She's not here for that. She's come in looking for someone, a dwindling cigarette hanging from the corner of her lips as she heads inside and glances around.

Shouldn't take much looking. The man has a certain presence.
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[personal profile] killtime 2022-06-17 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ If she's honest, she can't remember the last time either of them slept. It feels like it's been days since they were back at the shithole she calls an apartment. The bags under her eyes are dark. But there's always that little something sharp about her that still hasn't dulled, and she walks into the place like she belongs there, regardless of faction. Unlike the Shuten grunts, Andy doesn't hesitate to approach their boss.

With her usual wryness, by way of greeting:
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You've got everyone's assholes clenched in here.

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medicative: (constant.)

late event.

[personal profile] medicative 2022-06-17 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[of course she's at the clinic. she feels like she only leaves the place to eat and sleep, and then comes back, but it's what's needed. the incense had gone over well with Tenkohime, she was told, and they would use it to try and stop what was going on with the tower. that's all she can hope for, that there's an ending to this, because it's too familiar to be on this high alert.

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.]
medicative: (wake.)

[personal profile] medicative 2022-06-18 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yes - goodness, haven't you gone home at all?

[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!!

[personal profile] narbrawl 2022-06-17 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are any number of Shuten bases littered throughout the city and, while normally tied to sub-families, most of them have been opened as safehouses to anyone who wears the clan's crest. Not that, in his currently state of mind, Ajax- no, Tartaglia would have cared. The man that tumbles in through the door is clutching a broken umbrella in one hand, a knife in the other and soaked with blood- and it's apparent that not all of it was a result of the freakish weather.

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. [Ajax Tartaglia 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?
narbrawl: (o37)

[personal profile] narbrawl 2022-06-19 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Going for the umbrella nearly has the same effect. The corner of Childe's mouth twitches as Nishitani pries it away and his grip on the knife tightens enough to make the veins on the backs of his hands stand out. But the smile stays put, stays lifeless and even- on the contrary, it widens to bear white teeth. A ghost of a memory urges him to try and put his tongue through a gap that isn't there anymore or worry a tooth loosened by training too intense for a child.

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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