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jigokulogs2022-07-19 12:59 pm
holeful) wrote in jigokulogs2022-07-19 12:59 pm
July Catch All
Who ⬤ Fukuda "Snack Hole" Tamotsu and whoever has the misfortune of encountering him
What ⬤ July substories and other semi-open prompts
When ⬤ Throughout the month
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ General Fukuda Warning
[Office Work- Closed To Enmas]
[Fukuda is a weird guy in so many ways, even moreso now that he's somehow become a dogboy with hole powers, but one of them is his schedule, which doesn't seem to include sleep? He's always running on the late night patrol shift, and then comes in first thing in the morning to file his paperwork when morning shift people come in. Does he sleep during the afternoon? Hard to say but you'll certainly see him out and about in the afternoon as well, so??? He rarely seems tired, outside of the blood rain incident, but you may catch him in any of the following unusual situations;
1. Actually in one of his rare states of tiredness, nodding off at his desk and spilling his coffee onto the floor in the process
2. You open one of the file closets to find Fukuda in a pile of papers and boxes. Is he trying to reorganize or just making things worse?
3. Sniffing things.
4. Entering a room by making a hole in the door rather than opening it. It's awkward for him to clamber through the hole but he keeps doing this anyway.
But usually he is... normal? Normal for him. Always willing to help out if you ask him.]
[Clinic Visit]
[Fukuda's not really a fan of doctors due to his avoidance of being perceived in any way, but he's unfortunately got several concerns and also A Mission to accomplish, so he's going to be stopping by, probably multiple times. After all, there's a lot of things wrong with him. So he's walking in, slightly awkward, and leading with the insane opener of;]
Um, hello, I was hoping to talk to someone about... something?
[Helpful.
Anyway this is for anyone at the clinic, Fukuda has multiple issues so everyone can have their own discreet visit, lmf]
[Terrible House Guest- for Cain/Yuuji/Megumi]
[Now, Fukuda is from the modern era, so he like. Knows about texting. But he also has brain damage and is very excited about his new powers. So for a short while, before he is presumably banned from doing so, Fukuda will show up at these three's apartment, and rather than knock on the door, just makes one of his cool new holes in the wall. Hello, here is the hole man.]
A person on the street was handing out coupons, so who wants to go eat?
[He will take all comers.]
[Wildcard]
[If you'd like a prompt for one of the substories this month, or something else entirely, hit me up!]
What ⬤ July substories and other semi-open prompts
When ⬤ Throughout the month
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ General Fukuda Warning
[Office Work- Closed To Enmas]
[Fukuda is a weird guy in so many ways, even moreso now that he's somehow become a dogboy with hole powers, but one of them is his schedule, which doesn't seem to include sleep? He's always running on the late night patrol shift, and then comes in first thing in the morning to file his paperwork when morning shift people come in. Does he sleep during the afternoon? Hard to say but you'll certainly see him out and about in the afternoon as well, so??? He rarely seems tired, outside of the blood rain incident, but you may catch him in any of the following unusual situations;
1. Actually in one of his rare states of tiredness, nodding off at his desk and spilling his coffee onto the floor in the process
2. You open one of the file closets to find Fukuda in a pile of papers and boxes. Is he trying to reorganize or just making things worse?
3. Sniffing things.
4. Entering a room by making a hole in the door rather than opening it. It's awkward for him to clamber through the hole but he keeps doing this anyway.
But usually he is... normal? Normal for him. Always willing to help out if you ask him.]
[Clinic Visit]
[Fukuda's not really a fan of doctors due to his avoidance of being perceived in any way, but he's unfortunately got several concerns and also A Mission to accomplish, so he's going to be stopping by, probably multiple times. After all, there's a lot of things wrong with him. So he's walking in, slightly awkward, and leading with the insane opener of;]
Um, hello, I was hoping to talk to someone about... something?
[Helpful.
Anyway this is for anyone at the clinic, Fukuda has multiple issues so everyone can have their own discreet visit, lmf]
[Terrible House Guest- for Cain/Yuuji/Megumi]
[Now, Fukuda is from the modern era, so he like. Knows about texting. But he also has brain damage and is very excited about his new powers. So for a short while, before he is presumably banned from doing so, Fukuda will show up at these three's apartment, and rather than knock on the door, just makes one of his cool new holes in the wall. Hello, here is the hole man.]
A person on the street was handing out coupons, so who wants to go eat?
[He will take all comers.]
[Wildcard]
[If you'd like a prompt for one of the substories this month, or something else entirely, hit me up!]
no subject
Then why are you already trying to run from your responsibilities with your tail tucked between your legs, Fukuda-san?
[There's an unnecessary pause before Fukuda's name, as though Saito's using it for ironic effect.]
I wouldn't want to steal your role.
[He means Fukuda's role as his meat shield, not as his senior. Buuuut he's not going to elaborate on it.]
no subject
Ah-I wasn't, I just wanted to make sure!
[He would have preferred not taking the lead, but it's a fair point and maybe he can pull it off?? Then he'll look cool in front of his new friend.
So he gently turns the door handle, just to get the bolt out, before proceeding to kick the door in.]
Listen up! On behalf of the Department of the Enma, we're seizing any illegal contraband on these premises! Cough up any stardust you have!
[The people inside, some relatively scrawny looking Shutens (which is still.. pretty buff. It's Shuten) are startled but then seeing it's just two skinny bitches, aren't cowed.
"Oh yeah? And what if we say get lost? What're you gonna do about it!?"]
1/2
[If this is Fukuda trying to look cool, then it's backfiring horribly. Why is he wasting time with pleasantries when they'd been given permission to use force... a.k.a. subjugation through violence. A surprise attack would've been far more effective.
But maybe there's still a chance to remedy that!]
2/2
Four more shots are fired at the group before Saito scurries outside, taking cover behind a wall to reload, leaving his senior at the doorstep.
Now is your time to shine, senpai!! Good luck.]
cw: gore
That is to say, Fukuda is thrown off but he's hardly put out. Even being abandoned to handle the retaliation on his own. It's fine! Luckily these guys are old school shuten, so they don't have guns, just clubs and very large knives. Neither are good, but at least it means they're all having to come in at close range, those that didn't get downed by the gunshots, not particularly fussed about attacking the other enma guy who didn't actually shoot at them.
Based on what Saito's seen so far, you'd expect Fukuda to eat shit and get bodied, but he wasn't given time to think, so he reacts on instinct. And dealing with a bunch of faceless nobodies while he's in Cop Mode, well. Saito won't see Fukuda's eyes go cold from his hiding spot, but he will see the man pull the power drill from his belt, turning it on and driving it into each attacker in turn, shoulder, thigh, non-lethal but incapacitating injuries. But then, the last one catches him entirely off guard, landing a nasty gash into Fukuda's shoulder, before our dear dog man reflexively drives the drill bit straight through his eye, out the back of his head.
The man falls to the ground dead, his compatriots looking on in horror. Fukuda is fairly impassive;]
Ah, sorry, my aim was off.
no subject
Saito didn't catch the remarkable expertise with which Fukuda wielded his (joke of a) weapon, masterfully downing the rest of the group with relative ease. Except for the exact moment the metallic bit is drilled into the attacker's — turned victim — head. Just the sight of that unfortunate accident is enough to trigger in him an all too familiar tickling sensation, in reaction to the anticipation of what's to come. Any drop of self-restraint he still had preventing him from shooting to kill quickly evaporates.
A frenzied roar, actually the word monster twisted almost beyond comprehension — fills the room, followed closely by a pair of gunshots. Instead of the massive club the ruffian was clumsily (due to his injured thigh) swinging, what might hit Fukuda on the head is the oni's arm or shoulder, body unceremoniously tumbling to the ground. One bullet wound mimicking the location of Fukuda's hole, the other adorning his chest.]
Is this how you set an example?
no subject
In contrast to his earlier Silly Man demeanor, now that the cat is out of the bag, so to speak, he's a bit more reserved. Almost sad in his disposition, but more than that, oddly bereft of any sort of emotion in the face of this Incredible Violence. He's knocked off his balance by the falling oni, though it is of course preferable to the club that would have hit him otherwise.]
Like I said... I didn't mean to. The technique was all wrong, since he was moving. If the angle had been different he wouldn't have died so quickly.
[Glancing over at all the other guys that Saito has now made dead. What a mess.]
How are we supposed to ask them about the stardust now, Sejima-san?
[The wanton murder is apparently not the main issue as far as he's concerned?]
cw: moar gore yay
[Before he has even finished voicing the question, Saito is already walking over to the fallen oni whose life he'd just extinguished, checking the man's lifeless body and pockets for the remote chance of finding any stardust. But no luck. When he starts to repeat the ministrations on another oni collapsed adjacently, a hand feebly grasps his arm as though to halt him, its owner grumbling something unintelligible with whatever life still in them.
In the following moment, yet another gunshot rings across the room, and the hand on Saito's arm goes completely limp. With a lopsided tilt of his head, Saito glances up at Fukuda, shoulders visibly shaking with barely contained laughter.]
Well, they're dead now. All we can still do is confiscate whatever stardust they might have on them.
[Then, seemingly not minding the gross mess of blood and cerebral plasma painting the floor under the fresh new corpse (in fact, the fascination with which he's inspecting the source of said mess hints something else), Saito finishes his inspection on that body. Which, much to his already high amusement, produces from the corpse's pockets one suspicious, faintly glowing object wrapped in candy wrapper!]
Maybe even keep what we find to ourselves.