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[SEMI-CLOSED] wretched and wild, all glory and trash.

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Who ⬤ Andromache of Enma & likely questionable company!
What ⬤ Bastard woman desperately seeks naps and other thrilling tales
When ⬤ Catch-all for late June, after the events at Kaigo no Bou, and throughout July
Where ⬤ Andy's apartment (derogatory), various other locations in Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!

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[ She's been sleeping like the dead for almost two full days. And in that time, the waking world has started to feel a little unfamiliar — half because she's barely been conscious since returning from Kaigo no Bou and half because everything looks a bit foreign now without the constant downpour of blood rain. But she can't hibernate forever. There's things to do. People to see. Her people.

Andy stops by a cafe on her way to the clinic. Two black coffees, with a few sugar packets and creamer in the bag, alongside a couple assorted pastries. She doesn't know if Emily has a sweet tooth or not, but today is as good a day as any to find out. Hands full like this, she nudges the door open with her hip when she arrives, making her way past patient rooms in search of their resident doctor. ]

Em? You in here?

[ It's not that Andy's been avoiding Izo on purpose. He was gone — and then she was called to the tower. Days were lost to the empty sleep of the truly exhausted after that. And if she's honest, none of what happened to him felt like it was her place to ask about. Majima said he'd been found. And she knew that he and Emily would take care of the rest.

In the end, things just kept going. And she didn't try very hard to fight that.

But she's hardly a stranger in Shuten territory either. And they're both creatures of the same vices. So it was probably inevitable that they would run into each other, eventually. Maybe literally. She nearly bowls right into him outside one of the local bars, getting a face full of feathers that leaves her cursing in tongues. ]

Enma's crooked fucking cock —

[ He'd been the first one to see her, that night after the tower. She still remembers the quiet relief she'd felt, stepping outside, dirty and tired and aching — seeing the sky clear felt like being given permission to finally breathe, just a little. Standing there in front of Kaigo no Bou, she almost hadn't known what to do with herself. The fight was done. She was exhausted. But then Kamui had come to her. The blooming warmth of recognition, then a brief moment to be embraced by someone she cares about, to feel them solid in her arms — she hadn't realized it was what she needed until it was happening.

It's a small blessing that there hadn't been time for him to linger. Another second, and she would have struggled to let go.

Sleep was all she knew for days after that. Not nearly enough sleep to make up for the bone-deep exhaustion, but enough to get by. Andy has always been good at forcing herself to bounce back — ignoring the demands of her body is all but habitual now. But the one thing she can't ignore is the nagging need for a goddamn cigarette. In the absence of anything more pressing, the craving is insistent, and it's as good an excuse as any to get back to her routine of stopping by that one 7/11 at odd hours. The bell on the door dings when she nudges it open with her hip, stepping into the familiar fluorescent lights. ]

[ It rolls down like this: Aerith has a wandering mind, a need to get what she wants, and universally speaking, has a type. It's people who know their way around a sword, who know how to make the clash of steel sound melodic— and it helps a lot when they banter and tease with her, too. (Maybe it's a piece of herself that never quite healed from a childhood in captivity. The sound of another's voice is heavenly, to that regard.)

Sidequests are no problem for her, so in the early days of the month, she goes on one looking for a woman named Andy. It turns out that, a bit unsurprisingly truthfully speaking, her savior that night had been a high ranking figure within Enma, among the Lost Souls, and a few of the people she asks pucker their lips in a way that makes her wonder if they pity her or not. It only heightens the mystique around the woman, and she casually tilts her head this way and that way as she listens to people speak about where you could find her.

Aerith decides to wait along a patrol route. It seems the most likely at some point— a woman with a sword who leaps into action to save a perfect stranger is going to pick up her stuff and go hunting if it kills her, she thinks. She can hunt all she wants: The woman she'll find is a familiar sight, wanting half under recently re-installed sodium lights and nightfall shadows. She's got a look on her face like she's ready to be Andy's problem for the rest of the day, or evening, or however long she'll have her.

When she swivels at the hip, Andy may get the immediate hint of Aerith's intention: she's traded her old pink dress for a new pink dress, left the jacket at home, and replaced her heavy soled boots for lace ribbon sandals. A wrap-around, dusty pink dress adorns her, just flowy enough for the fabric to sway in the wind. It cuts off at the thighs— a strategic decision for summer heat only, surely. Maybe. ]

Well, well! [ Aerith crosses the distance, coming out of the shadows to show she's got a little wicker basket on her arm, only a scant few flowers remaining inside. Her voice is a tease, the smile mischievous— she's definitely someone who likes to get her way. ] Look what the cat dragged in. What are the chances of me finding you here!

[ Hands on her hips, she leans forward, and beams. ]

Miss me?

[ It stands to reason that eventually someone from the Department of Enma would be called to deal with this little problem. They are the supposed police force in this city, even if their overall effectiveness might be up for debate — and it's only Andy's misfortune that, as one of the Department's highest ranked offers, she can't very well say no when a nuisance like this falls into her lap. At least she isn't the type to be much bothered by a dirty-talking, tighty whitey-wearing man. She just wishes he would stop running.

Goddamn, that pervert is fast.

Maybe his semi-nakedness makes him more aerodynamic? Fuck if she knows. But even as athletic as Andy is, she's barely keeping up. She turns sharply around a corner in a sprint as those tighty-whiteys disappear around it ahead of her — only to slam full-bodied into someone else, toppling them both over. ]

Fuck — [ A snarled curse, as she tries to untangle herself. ] Enma's crooked cock —

Um... Excuse me...

( It's with great nervousness that Shealtiel approaches Andy. She seems busy, though he can't quite see what she's busy with currently, and he's wanting to make a good impression! This is someone in his faction, someone he's been told has a title, and so that must have some significance, right? Besides that, any time he's tried to ask for assignments or things to do (overly eagerly, in fact), he's been sent on pointless missions, given menial tasks doing basic labor in law enforcement, so on and so forth.

He's used to being an awkward, unwanted presence with no real place in a group, though! He's totally used to this.

Clutching a journal to his chest, he leans to try and see Andy and what she's up to. )

Miss... inspector... ma'am? ( Such formality. )

My name is Shealtiel. I'm a new member of the faction, and I was wondering if you might have anything I could help you with.

[ to be honest, a lot of this world was unfamiliar to mort. it had a certain hustle and bustle to it that he wasn't accustomed to; though perhaps that could have been expected of anyone who hailed from region as remote as dragon valley. he had, personally, always viewed those who simply adapted as those who were too weak and feeble to actually exert any sense of a will, but for the first time, he debates rescinding such a statement. in that sense, while there were frustrating and maybe even (mildly) humbling aspects of being in such an unforgiving land, he also found a new semblance of a spark here.

unlike home, there weren't just dragons and humans. while back in his own realm, only tales of the heir of covenant, the archdemon, or even the protector had fueled him, but it was different here. ... and he found himself liking this stark difference.

perhaps, that's why he feels some vague sense of delight in being able to analyze the town and all its colorful residents. it's in this that andy had somehow caught his eye. perhaps, it's her demeanor, or purely passing fancy, but he approaches her in a bar.

it's rowdy as one can expect, but it doesn't particularly bother him. he gestures to her drink, before continuing. ] What are you drinking? [ in light of this approach, it could seem like the kind of banter one makes when they're picking someone up, but the concept is lost on mort. ]

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