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Who ⬤ Mitsuri Kanroji
What ⬤ Beach / Blood Rain
When ⬤ June 2022
Content Warnings ⬤ body horror ? hallucinated loss of a limb

🏖️ lifeguard / beach

[ mitsuri is dutifully watching the beach, one of shinobu's floaties held around her waist. she'd ran out at the last minute to buy a bathing suit and had settled on a simple, plain black bikini. it was nothing special,
and a little snug, but seemed to be much better than the leftover options being given out.

as far as she's concerned, 2 hours of work was a very small price to pay for such a fun occassion, and she's more than content to sit and watch people playing games or swim for a while... especially since she can sit and graze on free treats from the stalls. among the food, she'd also decided to indulge in a bit of alchohol. it definitely wasn't her usual fare, but she'd turned 20 on the first of the month and been curious, deciding to try it at least once. ]

🍉 watermelon

[ breaking open watermelons was a summer staple! mitsuri was more than happy to participate in the game, and she carries the remnants of her watermelon with her, approaching others to try and share. in particular, she's prone to approaching those that seem shy: stragglers or people hiding beneath the shade. ]

Hi!! Do you want some? There was a lot leftover!

[ the worst they can probably do, as far as she thinks, is say no. ]

🩸 blood rain (tw)

"Please, come this way!"

[ there's a hitch to her words as she rushes forwards, directing stragglers inside. it was getting hard to breathe, somehow, with all of this rain -- and the smell. although even if she weren't in enma, mitsuri still would have thrown herself into this, frantic to try and redirect as many people as possible from this horrible situation.

trying to weather a night like this isn't the easiest thing to do in the first place, but as time stretches on she finds herself growing more and more unsettled: more jumpy at the sight of wavering shadows, more on-edge from the constant downpour. the scent of blood had long churned her stomach, and she tries her best to keep her vision clear, continually wiping blood away from her face.

but it was hard -- too much -- and mitsuri eventually begins to fall to her own hallucinations: her fingers begin to unravel before her very eyes, skin peeling away and dissolving in the rain. mitsuri's breath stills from the sight of it, from the steady exposure of tendon and bone -- the loss of her entire right arm. everything suddenly sounds far away, the rain splatters a backdrop to the beat of her heart, as she realizes she's losing more of herself.

with her arm goes portions of her face, skin fraying to expose the muscles of her cheek, her ear slowly dissolving too. she traces these open wounds with the fingers of her remaining hand, all of the marks she could see, the scratches and bruises -- all more than familiar for her.

This was how she'd died.

she doesn't notice the people around her anymore, whether they approach or stop altogether, whether or not they could see what she does. for the moment, she's completely shocked, staring aimlessly down at where her right hand should have had been. ]

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( It occurs to Samatoki he must be a bit of a sight somehow; horned dude sitting in the shade, people watching. He wonders what drove her to pick him out, but instead just nods.

He takes the watermelon from her delicately. )

... Yeah. Thanks. Looks like you Enma cats were having fun with it.

Hey! Pink-hair! Snap out of it!

[Tenshi was... not skilled at this. Beating shit up was her forte, and she was damned good a that. But this wasn't the battle she'd been expecting. No danmaku, spells slinging. She was seeing hallucinations at the edge of her vision, youkai waiting to attack that were gone every few seconds. The second that didn't attack made her think something had to be wrong.

Lunging up and bringing an umbrella with her, she grabbed for Mitsuru's shoulder, trying to hiss as she spoke.]

Enma, we need to get out of here. Weren't you supposed to be escorting us?

[She was ready to give her a good smack on the cheek to get her out of this if it came to it. She definitely had had her fill of this blood rain already.]

It was really fun!! The watermelon always goes splish-sploosh when you hit it!
[ she's delighted that he accepts a piece, and smiles at him: wide and bright. ]

To be honest, I love doing things like suikawari! Especially when it's in a big group, since we can share like this. Do you like it too? Have you ever done it before? [ she's careful not to fire too many questions at him all at once, although she'd like to. ]

I have, yeah, hah.

( A wry grin as he takes a small bite. It does taste good. )

I didn't take it as seriously as you all seem to take it, though. Just me and my sister and a few friends, at the time.

( Thinking about his little sister hurts, but ... Can't let that swallow him up. )

[ It's just his luck that he would get separated from Yuuji so soon when the intention of pleading with Daitengu to follow the Enma was to keep an eye on that boy. Megumi focuses on the search, his two divine dogs following behind him as he continues to look for his friend and keeps an eye out for anyone he might recognise. He's lucky, in a way, that the effects of the rain - while still filling him with this oppressive dread - hadn't quite caused any significant distortion in his perception of things just yet. He tries to keep his senses acute for now, issuing a command to the dogs to give him a little nudge when they sense him losing himself.

At the end of the street, he does spot a familiar face. She isn't quite who he's looking for, but seeing her stop in her tracks in the middle of the street strikes as off-putting enough to prompt him to investigate. ]

Kanroji-san. [ He might feel the bump of a wolf's muzzle against her leg. ] You're fine. It's not real.

[ Whatever it is that she's seeing. ]

[ The sound of her name slithers towards her, quietly weaving among the raindrops — and for a second, her heart races. That voice, it sounded so much like … ]

Iguro-san…—?

[ For a moment she thinks she sees him: a flash of a striped haori, gashes across his face, the faint hiss of a snake … but then she blinks and it’s over, and she’s looking instead at megumi, her friend. ]

Oh… Sorry, Fushiguro-san. I thought I saw someone else. [ she tries to smile, but she’s still shaken, distracted. the nudge against her leg is what helps her to focus, and she glances down to see this poor doggy in the rain. ]

Eh?? A dog? Is this yours? [ She reaches out habitually with her right hand, before pausing and switching to her left, holding it out for the dog to sniff. megumi said the loss of her arm wasn’t ‘real’… and he wasn’t reacting to it, but it still looked very real to mitsuri. ]

Hm-?? [ The hand on her shoulder had her turning reflexively, whirling around to face tenshi. the other woman had startled her, snapping her out of her thoughts for the moment. ]

I… Right, sorry!! I’m just… [ distracted. ]

Hinanawi-san, can you see my hand?? [ she waves it around, or where it’s supposed to be anyway. was this all in her head or something??? tenshi would have reacted if she saw it was gone too, right?? ]

You have a sister? Having siblings is really nice! [ this was a topic she could relate to! ] I have 5 siblings, and they’re all younger than me. I can’t imagine being an only child!

[ she kneels in the sand nearby him. if he veered the topic away, she would go with it. ]

[ It doesn't surprise him too much that she had mistaken him for someone else, given the dazed state she appeared to be in. Mitsuri appears to recover quickly though, even if he doesn't know if she's still seeing whatever it was she was seeing. He does wonder if there's someone similar to himself in her life. He might ask in curiousity at some point.

The sudden switch from right hand to left does not escape his notice. How peculiar.

The white dog sniffs her hand, sitting down in front of her in a welcoming fashion. The black dog stays behind Megumi, keeping watch of the surroundings. ]

My shikigami. [ That's all he says about them u_u

He considers for a second if he should ask. Then, he decides to go ahead, since it might help him understand what's happening. ] What's wrong with your hand?

I love animals! [ she pets the wolf, smoothing her hand over its fur. it, too, was getting covered in blood and a part of her feels bad for it.

at the mention of her hand, mitsuri moves almost instinctively, twisting just slightly to hide her right shoulder before realizing: if there was something wrong, megumi would have noticed it in the first place. there was no way he couldn’t see something like that, with her wearing only a swimsuit. ]

… Nothing is wrong with it? [ she says it more like a guess, a question, than a statement. ] I just can’t see it… but I think finding shelter for everyone is probably a little more important. That includes you too, Fushiguro-san!

[ why was he still out here anyway ]

[One girl's hallucinations were definitely not another's. They weren't fraying and splitting apart before her very eyes, but as she held her umbrella over her head, she was starting to get a very wary look in her eyes. She squinted and grunted.]

Yeah, I see your hand, but your face is starting to do that thing. That really annoying thing where you look like a haniwa and that's really bad right now. Need to be able to recognize you.

[ Megumi's not too bothered about his dog getting dirty, given that they reset once he releases his technique (and that these dogs often spend their days brutally mauling curses).

He is also not perceiving the swimsuit and only looking at her face. Thanks. ]

We can work on that. [ But he has a hunch she'll have a hard time focusing with whatever she's going through right now, so he would like to know what's going on. ] What are you seeing in place of your hand?

[Leave it to the wayward Hashira of the human world to take on the responsibility of saving others before themselves.

Or at least trying to in this regard. Shinobu is swift enough that she's able to escape the reddening deluge that overtakes most of the city. She warns those attempting to escape to not go towards the Department of Enma's HQ and to stay inside— stay inside for as long as you can! Don't open the windows and close the doors!

Most of her warnings fall on panicked ears, but it's all she can do for them now.

She's past her own neighborhood when a wave of dizziness strikes her then, and she fights it with a shake of her head— leaning against a wall for support.]

Not this... [She grimaces, before glancing up... and seeing a shock of sakura pink and green not too far off. Her face alights as she opens her mouth, Mitsuri's name ready on her lips, ready to call out to her—

—until she sees that bloody stump of an arm.] !!!

[Her expression falls, eyes widening. Even she goes pale at the sight of it. She dashes over, her haori billowing behind her as she closes in.]

Kanroji-san!

[No, why is she just standing there...?! Her voice rings out against the backdrop of the rain.]

[ something, in all her tipsy, floaty fun she's indulged in thus far, makes her think this girl is familiar, somehow. perhaps it's the floatie that accompanies her, the color of the bikini she's wearing, or that those braids of pink and green fit the description of one of the many her dear companion has made mischief with.

... but she is tipsy, and dressed for the occasion, she'd rather entertain herself her way.

she has some kind of mimosa in her hand (all sparkling wine, of course), when she silently approaches, only the sound of her winding voice to announce her. ]

Hmmm ... what kind of drink have you got there, sweetie? Looks good.

[ mitsuri jumps at the sudden sound of a voice, turning instinctively towards its source. she definitely wasn’t expecting anyone to approach her like this, her eyes growing round at the sight of a petite oni… she was too cute! there’s a moment where mitsuri pauses, struck by how lovely the oni was: all pale lines and dark, sleek hair. she immediately finds herself feeling a little envious. ]

Oh… um, it’s a strawberry daiquiri! [ she lifts her glass for emphasis, smiling: it was all sugar and slush, chosen for its bright red colour. ] I don’t usually drink, so I’m trying lots of different ones! Do you have any recommendations, miss…?

[ while she wouldn’t say it aloud, she appreciates his directness —- especially in the face of all of this mess, and of her own anxieties. it was endearing, somehow, that he was so serious and to the point. ]

I’m … not seeing anything. My hand is gone. [ she sighs. part of her wants to mention why, but she isn’t really sure if she should. ] It’s okay, though. I’m probably just tired, or … I don’t know.

[ she pats his dog again, idly, wondering about it all — about how she’d thought she saw iguro-san, too. despite her best efforts, she can’t make herself as cheery as she would be normally. ] Sorry. I know it’s strange, right? Seeing things — or not seeing them… it’s getting in the way of things.

[ and here they were, just standing here, talking, while things continued to go awry: blood rain still falling, haniwa popping up all over… she can’t help feeling guilty. ]

But I still need to help get people inside, though. So I mean, not seeing my hand isn’t the end of the world… There’s still things I have to do, regardless. [ like a true, stubborn hashira: she’s resolute in that. why should she let a hallucination stop her from saving people? ]

[ what dizzying energy and dazzling color.

there's a flash of her sharp fangs as her lips curl ever-so-slight at the jump and the pause — taking that second to wonder if the skip in the girl's metaphorical step was due to being frightened or charmed (or perhaps both, as it so often was with her, but in this odd layer of hell, she finds it's mostly been the latter).

shuten takes the liberty of sliding into the seat next to her, violet eyes following the stir of crushed ice before returning to those bright greens. ]

Is that right?

[ that bobbed head of hair tips, swaying its neat cut like chimes in the wind. ]

To tell the truth, I've only just started to try new things myself, but, hm ...

[ closer she peers, thought suspended on the note of her coiling hum. ]

Let me guess ... you're someone who prefers something nice and sweet, aren't you?

No, I've heard it happen to others as well. [ The hallucinations that invited paranoia in some. The nightmares that manifested into reality. He's had a few encounters with them so far as he wandered about searching for his friend, and he's got a decent grasp on the situation. These visions are usually rooted in memory, like the Haniwa is using that as the basis for their apparitions. The fact that she's run into a very specific scenario of not being able to see her right hand ... is a concerning fact. He wonders if he should ask if this has any significance. ]

Slow down for a second. How are you going to fight when you don't know where your hand is? I think you should wait until the hallucination wears off.

[ Even if she fights one-handed, that lack of awareness of her hand in space would make it difficult for her to evade any attacks directed at that hand. There's a sternness in his voice, like he's serious about wanting her to stay put. ]

Yeah, it's ... It's nice.

( Sometimes. Most times. As long as your sister hasn't been kidnapped and brainwashed. )

I can't imagine either. Guess it might be nice to have that many if you all get along enough, heh.

My siblings and I all got along… but I think I’m lucky for that. [ she smiles gently. while her home life had always been fairly normal, all things considered, such wasn’t the case for many of her friends. she thinks briefly about the shinazugawa brothers, about nezuko and tanjirou — even shinobu and kanae…

she was definitely lucky. ]

Um! By the way, I don’t think I got your name? I’m Kanroji Mitsuri! I’m in the Department of the Enma, but… you already know that.

Ah. Aohitsugi Samatoki, but you can call me Samatoki. I'm with Shuten. Here, at least.

( It feels a little silly to say he's 'with' a faction he basically got forced into. Especially while he calls another yakuza family his home. )

Enma cats look so serious, thought they weren't gonna even show up here, hah.

Are they...? [ she's surprised to hear that, and it's written all over her face -- until she stops and thinks about it for a moment. ] I guess it must look that way, since you guys only ever see us on duty. But there are a lot of people in the Department that aren't all that serious ... it's a really different story in the office!

[ to be fair her impression of shuten was very different than what samatoki seems to be like ]

Oh! Are you enjoying the beach, by the way? I don't want to only talk about faction stuff... this is supposed to be a break from work, right? Howcome you're sitting here all by yourself?

Hah, yeah. I guess most cop-types look like that to me.

( Even Jyuto, sometimes. He relaxes his posture a little, shrugs. )

Yeah, it's dope. Makes me miss being back where I came from.

( A pause. )

Originally, I mean. ... I'm by myself 'cause I haven't found my other friends yet. I'm keeping an eye on people, at least until I get boozed up enough to care a little less.

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Blood Rain

aaaaa hi!! ♥

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sorry for the slow ilu 😔💕

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No worries!

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blood rain | i had to go for the sad prompt!!

🏖️ !

hi!! ❤️

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hello there!! 👹

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her first shuten friend ... !

eeeeee cute