[ Thugs are cropping up, threatening Shuten territory, making a fuss with the business owners that Toraguma's got some kind of trust running with. Nishitani could pass off the task to the lower ranks, but instead he'd wanted to stretch his own legs, remind the streets why they want him happy, specifically, and not just Toraguma. ]
[ His knuckles aren't split simply because he'd brought brass ones along. There is blood splattered across his gray suit, his dark blue shirt, and given how he spits some blood onto the ground before lighting up a cigarette, yeah, some of the blood is his. ]
[ He's half way to his favourite Shuten dive, crossing over one of the Sanzu bridges, when he sees her. She looks-- ]
[ Emikko always looks incredible, but she looks... offbeat. Nishitani throws his cigarette in the river as he approaches. He's not trying to loom, or threaten, or dominate. He's just Nishitani here, walking home from his day (night) job. ] Forget that; you sure have wandered far away from safety, Emikko. This is Shuten territory. Haven't you heard we're dealing with an upstart problem?
There's nothing I have that they'd want to hassle me for. It wouldn't be very fun for them in the end.
[she can tell, so close, that some of it is his. but she doesn't have the will to reach for healing powers - her mind is still in that labyrinth, and it weighs on her like crushing water does.]
You are injured, though. Did someone get a lucky shot in?
[talking about him means she's not talking about her. worrying about him means she won't worry about herself.]
[ He leans up on the railing next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder but-- the action is surprisingly... platonic. There's no overtones, there's no meaning. He just wants to be close to her, and this is how he's close to people. ]
These punks won't need a reason to hassle you. They're trying to put pressure on the boss-- catching you would do just that.
[he'll feel how instead of the stiffness of surprise, there's the faint note of relaxation - she won't stop him, won't throw his arm off. in fact, contact might be the one thing to brace her right now, to stop her from spinning out entirely.]
He's got better things to do than listen to a few street kids.
[in her mind, she's trying to coax Hibiki into loaning her a bit of power, but the youkai only laughs. the bargain will have to be higher.]
They thought they could threaten some of the shops working with the Celestial. I made sure they won't be thinking anymore. [ He doesn't shy away from saying he killed those boys and girls in their own fucking office, that he made an example out of them more than he would've a different gang, operating on different turf. Work is work, and they made theirs by picking the wrong side to fuck with. ]
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[ Thugs are cropping up, threatening Shuten territory, making a fuss with the business owners that Toraguma's got some kind of trust running with. Nishitani could pass off the task to the lower ranks, but instead he'd wanted to stretch his own legs, remind the streets why they want him happy, specifically, and not just Toraguma. ]
[ His knuckles aren't split simply because he'd brought brass ones along. There is blood splattered across his gray suit, his dark blue shirt, and given how he spits some blood onto the ground before lighting up a cigarette, yeah, some of the blood is his. ]
[ He's half way to his favourite Shuten dive, crossing over one of the Sanzu bridges, when he sees her. She looks-- ]
[ Emikko always looks incredible, but she looks... offbeat. Nishitani throws his cigarette in the river as he approaches. He's not trying to loom, or threaten, or dominate. He's just Nishitani here, walking home from his day (night) job. ] Forget that; you sure have wandered far away from safety, Emikko. This is Shuten territory. Haven't you heard we're dealing with an upstart problem?
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[she can tell, so close, that some of it is his. but she doesn't have the will to reach for healing powers - her mind is still in that labyrinth, and it weighs on her like crushing water does.]
You are injured, though. Did someone get a lucky shot in?
[talking about him means she's not talking about her. worrying about him means she won't worry about herself.]
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[ He leans up on the railing next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder but-- the action is surprisingly... platonic. There's no overtones, there's no meaning. He just wants to be close to her, and this is how he's close to people. ]
These punks won't need a reason to hassle you. They're trying to put pressure on the boss-- catching you would do just that.
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He's got better things to do than listen to a few street kids.
[in her mind, she's trying to coax Hibiki into loaning her a bit of power, but the youkai only laughs. the bargain will have to be higher.]
Was that what you were doing? Handling upstarts?
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And? What about you? Awfully late.
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[so, it's death that clings to him, in all its stains and quiet finality.]
...Sometimes recollection does better in the fresh air. It helps put thoughts in order.