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harimaya) wrote in jigokulogs2022-06-08 11:47 pm
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Who ā¬¤ Hizen (harimaya) and Yizhi (baofeng)
What ā¬¤ It's a hit.
When ā¬¤ During the Cursed City event.
Where ā¬¤ Yizhi's apartment.
Content Warnings ā¬¤ Violence, injury (potential bone breaking, etc)
(It was bound to eventually and truly, he's impressed that he's been able to go this long without having to do any specific jobs. It's one thing to have a casualty in a skirmish but it's something else to receive specific orders to take care of someone.
Behave during the Daitengu's beach party and deal with the job after. The target didn't have to die but they had to be taught a lesson. He isn't sure if he should be relieved or not that he doesn't have killing orders. On one hand, he dislikes killing (not that anyone would believe him) but on the other, letting a witness live complicates things. Most people don't stay quiet when someone comes for them. He expects the worst to come from this and... he resigns himself to it. It was only a matter of time before the people here found out what he was really like, right? Yeah.
He makes his way through the blood rain, taking advantage of the chaos of the city to sneak into Tamamo territory and find Yizhi's apartment. From there, it's just a matter of getting in. Pick a lock, break a window, use the noise of the rain and the city to naturally hide his presence.
Regardless, there's a stranger in Yizhi's apartment, covered in blood from the rain outside, a hood over his head, a scarf hiding much of his face, and a sword at his side, his hand resting on top of it as he probably blocks a door. )
You're a real pain in the ass, y'know.
(It's not a question. He's stating a fact.)
harimaya) and Yizhi (baofeng)What ā¬¤ It's a hit.
When ā¬¤ During the Cursed City event.
Where ā¬¤ Yizhi's apartment.
Content Warnings ā¬¤ Violence, injury (potential bone breaking, etc)
(It was bound to eventually and truly, he's impressed that he's been able to go this long without having to do any specific jobs. It's one thing to have a casualty in a skirmish but it's something else to receive specific orders to take care of someone.
Behave during the Daitengu's beach party and deal with the job after. The target didn't have to die but they had to be taught a lesson. He isn't sure if he should be relieved or not that he doesn't have killing orders. On one hand, he dislikes killing (not that anyone would believe him) but on the other, letting a witness live complicates things. Most people don't stay quiet when someone comes for them. He expects the worst to come from this and... he resigns himself to it. It was only a matter of time before the people here found out what he was really like, right? Yeah.
He makes his way through the blood rain, taking advantage of the chaos of the city to sneak into Tamamo territory and find Yizhi's apartment. From there, it's just a matter of getting in. Pick a lock, break a window, use the noise of the rain and the city to naturally hide his presence.
Regardless, there's a stranger in Yizhi's apartment, covered in blood from the rain outside, a hood over his head, a scarf hiding much of his face, and a sword at his side, his hand resting on top of it as he probably blocks a door. )
You're a real pain in the ass, y'know.
(It's not a question. He's stating a fact.)
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The bloodās changed everything, honestly. He had a lot of thoughts and plans but itās difficult to focus on them now, with noises from the corridor and miasma in the street; it's like the Yizhi that came up with them has fallen away along with the old bloodless city, and any attempt to reach them is like trying to reach through a mirror. Hizen would probably have preferred the past him, because the past him actually sleeps. The past him lives in an apartment that isnāt making weird noises every few minutes that scare the other residents into shrieking and crying.
Even at the late hour thereās a warm light shining from within the apartment. The television is on in the living room, playing some variety show at low volume, and Yizhi is on the couch glancing listlessly from the door to the window. His new apartment is cosy, but itās still small, and thereās little space to hide for either of them. Yizhi pretty much stares at Hizen as his entrance of choice opens.]
ā¦
[A part of him recognises what this is about. But most of him becomes preoccupied by Hizenās blood-soaked clothing. It smells so bad from here; he canāt imagine how it must be to wear it, especially all the fabric right up against the manās face.]
ā¦um, okay. Are you alright? Can I get you a towel?
[Yizhi gets to his feet, sounding sincerely concerned.]
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He does wonder what's up with this guy, though. He doesn't know him from anyone else if he's being honest (which really drives the point that this isnt' personal) but he would have expected him to be more reactive. When he speaks again, it's gruff and neutral,)
Save it.
(This isnt personal. It's just a job. It's just a job.)
Don'tcha get what's going on here?
(An armed, masked stranger breaks into someone's apartment in the middle of the day and they try to take care of him?)
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[His expression barely changes, but his voice cools to something Hizen might be more comfortable with. Yizhi moves around the sofa towards a stack of fabric on a table; theyāre washcloths heās using to wipe down his furniture of blood, but his nice towels are in his room and he doubts going there will be taken well.]
It saves me from having to clean up later, and youāll be a bit more comfortable. Benefits us both. Your contract doesnāt disallow that, does it?
[He holds out a washcloth and waits. Acting hostile doesnāt change anything in these types of situations. (Donāt ask him why he thinks this, he never elaborates in canon and heās not about to start.) And acting hostile doesnāt look very good on him, so why lean into that?]
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Yizhi moves and Hizen grabs the handle of his sword, glaring. He doesn't draw but he looks like he's ready to if he has to.)
... All they said was I didn't have to kill you. Just had to teach you a lesson.
(That was it. He still wishes it had just been a killing order if only to protect his own identity but... He looks down at the washcloth and just swats his hand away. Yizhi might be trying to handle this with grace but Hizen is absolutely graceless.)
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Yizhi sighs deeply and sets the washcloth down. Heās pushed enough to figure out that this guy doesnāt want hospitality. Heāll also set that edge of niceness in his voice aside, then, which strips clear all distraction from the sense that heās not as afraid of Hizen as he should be. Wary, sure, but heās weirdly comfortable being in swatting distance. ]
Okay. What lesson is it, then?
[He rests one hand flat on the table, conveniently close to his hip as he leans against the furniture. Itās unclear if he has any kind of weapon tucked away, but even if there was, the leeway of his loose-flowing robes can only conceal something small. Itās possibly his smartphone.
jk itās a his taser, but his phone is truthfully in the other pocket so he could still use it as a brick!]no subject
He watches how Yizhi moves, tense and alert. He doesn't know if Yizhi has a weapon on him but he wouldn't be surprised. Almost everyone he's met in this city is armed in some way so he's fully ready for a fight or something... even if it's from a member of the Tamamo clan. Actually, he's even more on guard because he fully expects there to be some sort of trick up his sleeve,)
Causing trouble, running your mouth... guys like you get on a lot of people's nerves. Your lucky they're letting ya live.
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[Polite attention. Presses B to continue.]
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Hizen tenses because??? That's all he has to say?!)
Is this a joke to you?!
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[Sorry that this hit is going this way Hizen.]
This isnāt the first time Iāve seen a hit. Saying anything would just be a further waste of your time, youāre going to beat me up anyway, so, go on.
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He sucks on teeth and mumbles,)
Annoying...
Whatever! Ya get why I'm here so we can just skip the talking! (And... he draws his sword.) The least you can do is put up a fight or something.
(And he charges to attack! Except it isn't really an attack. If Yizhi wants to call his bluff, he'll stop just short of actually striking. Otherwise he's free to try and fight back or get out of the way.)
cw: tasers?
[Kind of. Yizhiās voice starts pitching up at this point, because for all his nerve heās still a civilian and Hizen has a very sharp sword.
Heās not going to call Hizenās bluff. Yizhi thinks enough of Toraguma to assume he wonāt send an utterly incompetent hitman. In another context he might say something about the reluctance to kill still being a real part of Hizen even if he suppresses it in the end; but here Yizhi throws caution to the wind and goes towards Hizen, strafing to the side opposite the sword. Heāll try to get in close enough that the sword becomes unwieldy to aim, though this means taking the slash, but heās hoping changing his position will make it land somewhere awkward and nonlethal.
Also, Yizhi will take this chance to finally take out his contact taser and swing it at Hizenās waist. Even if it makes contact, itās possible Hizen would be trained enough to shrug off the pain- he is just here to put up a fight, actually.]
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He still doesn't expect to be electrocuted. Fire, water, the cold, wind, earth... all of those things he's experienced in some form. Burning castles, raging storms, and that Tamamo punk in the sewers, are just some of the examples. Hell, after fighting shadows and curses all day, he feels like he could handle even that right now. Electricity is a new one though and not one he has a lot of experience with. Yeah, he's shocked himself a few times in the winter and he's felt the electricity in the air when the enemy army appears or the crackle of their blade against his when they fight. He's never actually been shocked directly, though.
He's close enough that he can't dodge and he lets out a surprised yelp. It's enough to catch him off guard! It's enough to surprise him! But Yizhi is right in assuming he's been trained enough to shrug through pain. When someone strikes Hizen, he'll always strike back. Right now, they're close enough that they're rathered tangled but he'll raise his leg and try to kick Yizhi in the shin or stomach. Hard.
He feels kind of funny. Tingly. He's definitely stunned enough that he might... need a second or two to really recenter himself.)
Nice try.
(But he isn't going to fall for that again.)
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Oh heavens it sucks so bad.
But hey, he did something.]
hhā¦hhā¦Thanksā¦!
[Hizenās acknowledgement seems to make him quite pleased with himself.Thatās something! Thatās an achievement for someone like him, whoās dodged physical training classes his whole life. He has a lot to catch up on with things the way they are back home, he knows he needs to get stronger to help Zetian- so with the adrenaline flooding his system Yizhiās primary thought is how much progress in bad bitchdom heāll make if he survives. He thinks of a future where he punts every Huaxia military strategist into the sun. He doesnāt run for the door even as Hizen recovers.
Thereās nowhere to go from there, anyway. Yizhi clicks his taser again, the crackling sound now clearly audible in the room.]
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The click and crackle from the taser draws his attention and he smiles; a little wild, eyes dark. Fighting has always brought out a different side to him. As tired as he usually is and as much as he dislikes his talents, he always ends up having a little bit of fun (a little more of a bloodthirsty gremlin). Now that he understands how Yizhi's weapon works, it won't be as easy to catch him off guard.)
What're ya gonna do? Get close to me?
(Close enough to shock him again? It looks like its range is little more than arm's length. He's seen tantou with more impressive range. It maks him feel confident, almost arrogant because--)
Close combat is my specialty.
(So is fighting in the dark. So is fighting inside. So is fighting in crowded places. He really was summoned to be an assassin. But he doesn't have killing orders. He doesn't have to kill. He just has to teach Yizhi a lesson.
He charges directly at Yizhi with reckless abandon. He aims a wide, arching strike right at his neck. But it's too wide-- too high-- and will clearly miss because the real attack comes when he takes his sword sheath and uses that to whip at Yizhi's hand. The goal is to disarm him.
He sure is duel-wielding now but at least one of these things is a non-lethal weapon.)
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more attractivehitman. Donāt cast stones in a glass house, and all that.Yizhi doesnāt respond with a witty answer, because he honestly has none. Yeah, heās getting in close, but not because he wants to, itās statistics. The vast majority of Shuten members heās seen favor melee combat. Heās learnt from the turf wars that trying to keep enough range where magic or a handgun would stay feasible just pisses everyone off- while a taser is probably guaranteed to get at least one hit off, fuckers just love barrelling at you. He just kind of stares at Hizen until heās proven right again about the barrels.
This strike, Yizhi finally cottons on to the fact that the thing seems weirdly well-telegraphed. But he lacks the instinct to process and respond to it in the split second he has- all he has time for is to scrunch his face with the half-formed thought, eh? thatās- and scramble backwards. Itās the easiest direction to dodge. Any other direction, he isnāt confident he wonāt accidentally put himself back in the swordās path. But this direction, he tips himself backward too far and crashes into the table behind them, washcloths and cute decorations going down with him as he topples the table onto its side.
Hizen could press the plan to disarm Yizhi- it would be easy to close the gap and force the taser out of his hand- but heād have to deal with all of that mess, not to mention Yizhiās legs do kick wildly as they slide out from under him. If he commits, he might be going down with everything else.
Or he could just watch Yizhi take the L.]no subject
Well, that didn't go as he expected but he isn't going to complain. In some ways, this is better. Hizen is nothing but wild though. He doesn't relent and just keeps going for Yizhi until he just throws himself on top of him. It's best to keep his prey down. He'll take whatever thrashing or obstacles he has to
in order to keep the upper hand. He brings the blade of his sword close to Yizhi's chest and the hand holding his sheath will go to keep down the taser.)
Stay still unless you want to get cut.
(A warning that also implies... he isn't actually going to cut him?)
I told ya, I just gotta teach ya a lesson (He doesn't have to kill.) Make it easy for yourself.
Just stay low and stay quiet for a bit. Everyone's gonna be busy with this rain anyway.
(This blood rain that Hizen has no doubt gotten all over the apartment.)
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Alright, you got me. [To no oneās surprise.]
[Yizhi wants very much to ask for pointers- was that last slash a feint, or is he reading too much into it?- but he knows thatās not the kind of ālessonā the hitmanās trying to teach. Being smart about this to the hitmanās face would be asking for a second beating.]
Whatās the plan now?
[He has his own expectations, but this guy gets kind of grouchy whenever he says anything (or doesn't say anything), so. Let Mr. Standards tell him where he intends to cut. Surely, there's going to be at least one.]
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From his peripheral vision, he can tell the apartment is a mess. He's managed to draw some blood. How much does he really need to do? And does it even really matter when--)
I got better things to do than deal with you right now.
(He doesn't get off of Yizhi yet but he might be able to tell from his tone that... he's done. He's finished.)
... Unless ya wanna drag this out.
(He's willing to call it a job done.)
mild iron widow spoilers
(Obviously, this doesnāt count as payment. This is, objectively, more of ābullyingā than āa hitā.)]
ā¦did Toraguma order the hit specially or is this part of a batch job?
[Itās arrogance borne from his old privilege. He should be grateful to be able to walk away. What a terrible thing, to be fooled by oneās material circumstances into thinking they are better than others, more deserving of goodness, or more deserving of attention when they are kidnapped or attacked.
But Yizhi really doesnāt consider himself a good person. Where-ever Hizen had slashed at him prior, whether on the upper arms or torso, thereās a peek of ink on his skin through the torn fabric. Strong black borders, rich green and gold colors. He continues to speak quietly, a serious frown on his face.]
I thought he did. If he did, this is not going to cut it, Mr. Hitman. Not that Iām unhappy, youāve been impressive and scary, but we need something substantial to report to our leaders. There are standards. Break my arm or something.
1/2
(He doesn't answer right away because he wants to consider the consequences of what he might say. He feels like whatever he says doesn't really matter in the long run. He's certain Yizhi will tell everyone about the hit and even with his face covered and his head hooded, it's not like it's impossible to make out details about him.
He diverts his eyes briefly, clearly thinking. He does note something through the tear in Yizhi's clothes but he just... has other things going on right now. It's something to notice and remember for another time. If it's worth remembering at all.)
All I know is you're my target. If there're other targets, I don't know.
(It's all he really knows but he gives himself some plausible deniability in case there are other hits going on somewhere else. He really doesn't know what's going on here.)
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"--Break my arm or something.")
Are ya crazy? Who the hell're ya tryin' to impress?!
(Yes, he's surprised. He would have thought someone like Yizhi would have welcomed an easy out. Sure, he'd put up a fight but he just seems... like the type that would rather not fight. But here he is, ready to endure the brunt of a severe injury...
Meanwhile, it's not that Hizen isn't incapable of great violence. He's aggressive, he's relentless, he's prone to bloodthirst, and he's done far worse than break a few bones. And he'd rather... not if he can help it but Yizhi is right. He knows it. Some things can't be helped. If he wants this to be good enough to consider done and over with... he needs to. He has to. And he grits his teeth, jaw going tense, and scowls. )
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[He has a list of potential maimings, ranked. It helps to know these things so one can judge on the fly if they want to contest their hitmanās plans or not. Or so Yizhi thinks, apparently, having decided this was a better use of his time than fearing the inevitable. He will tolerate the removal of up to three fingers over disfigurement, and so on. On the worst end of the list, things like amputation. On the good end of the list, slashes that avoid any organs or broken bones in the extremities, but communicating the former to a stranger is finicky. Even though heās on the receiving end of a hit right now (listen, itās a good learning experience!!! itās eye-opening!!!!! if you positive-thinking hard enough you can fool even yourself that itās fine!!!) he canāt help but stick to old habits- making violent decisions with calm disregard, as if the hammering heartbeat in his ears comes from a different person entirely.
Heās not even sure he can physically cry in front of a stranger. Okay, maybe if heās in enough pain later he will. Right now, there are no tears, so for once his problematic upbringing is doing something positive for him.]
Well.. maybe Toraā¦ guā¦ no, not him.
[Yizhi tries saying it and immediately realises thatās wrong. Just because heāll be gratified if Toragumaās pissed off, doesnāt mean the clan leaderās opinion means anything to him. Zetianās name comes to mind, because saying he lives trying to impress her is always correct, but he also realises she probably wouldnāt want her name given to a Shuten hitman.]
There is someone, but nowās not really the time. Maybe if we meet again outside of work, Iāll tell you. So- Iām your only target, right? Hmm- are you going to report directly to Toraguma after, or-
[Zetianās voice, beautiful, floats into his mind from the howling winds outside and whispers Yizhi, you need to stop trying to take control of this hit when you are the victim, what the hell are you doing.]
-it doesnāt matter. Itās your hit. You tell me, does that sound fair?
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(He can't believe what he's hearing. At least, at first. Yizhi seems to change his mind and Hizen scowls.)
What are you talking about? (He applies a little more pressure, forcing more weight onto Yizhi out of annoyance,) You shouldn't wanna see me again! You better hope you never do!
(Ugh, but before he can really question what the hell is up with this guy... He hisses.)
... You can't change your mind.
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[Hizen pressing down onto his chest brings a growl into his voice, as his breathing goes a little rough-edged. Or the blood rain is getting to him. Regardless, Yizhi pushes back against the pressure somewhat- though itās not a serious effort to push Hizen off. The token resistance is more of a, okay, Iāve tried to work with you and you are so mean to me, like come on.]
What are you talking about? Lost Souls network across factions all the time, we all go to the same parties. I guess youāre a grouchy Mr. Hitman, and you donāt want to talk to me- fine. I was going to offer some daifuku but I guess you donāt want them,
-Mr. Grouchy Hitman.
[Effectively, Grouchy-Hitman-san. Heās reached a line in the sand where it feels absurd to ask for a maiming again, but there is the sense that heās not backpedaling on what he said earlier.]
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(Because he full intends to keep low, stay out of sight, and make it difficult for anyone to find him. He doesn't want to be caught. If he's caught then he failed. If he fails then he isn't useful anymore. He's only useful as long as he can get away with it and not cause more trouble. If he can't be useful, there's no reason for him to even be around anymore. He'll be thrown away. No one will care about him-- it's a cycle of thoughts that play out the worst-case scenario in his head. He doesn't want it. He knows how it feels and he can't feel it again. He doesn't want to.
He barely seems to register what Yizhi is saying. He's so focused on his own desperate thoughts for a moment that by the time he finally tunes back in, Yizhi is offering him daifuku. Or was going to. It doesn't matter. He doesn't want it. He doesn't want his offerings or whatever. He just wants to finish this so he can live his life.)
It's not like I want to do this. I don't wanna do this! Not that you'd believe me.
(But he's shifting his weight, picking himself up in a way to keep Yizhi down still. A knee on his chest, grabbing for one arm... and moving to turn him over. It's quick and forceful. There's nothing gentle about it. He wants Yizhi turned over and he keeps a hold of his arm no matter how awkward the angle might end up being. It's actually... kind of the point to have him at a weird angle, even. It makes it easier to break later.)
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[More struggling - though as before, there is no real fervor of desperation in the act- as Hizen suddenly flips him over. At this point, his thoughts are about as meaningful as the red storm outside. It sounds about the same from one second to the next. That Hizen is an unwilling assassin will only occur to him much later, in the span of not even hours but days, and by then even if he becomes curious about Hizenās story the man will be gone like mist. Right now Yizhiās first instinct is a mild contempt at the idea that he would accuse his assassin of being a liar. You really think someone would do that, just break into his house and tell lies? That's what the internet's for!
Letās get this over with, then.]