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[sacrificesmustbemade]

Who ⬤ Leshy and various...
What ⬤ Playing dangerous games, winning painful prizes.
When ⬤ At various points through August, all Post-Tanabata.
Where ⬤ Leshy's horrible zones of influence.
Content Warnings ⬤ Intense violence, bodily dismemberment, coerced self harm.

Individual Prompts in comments!

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[blackabyss]

Nullified..?

[That catches his attention. Fumikage frowns, glancing at Dark Shadow again, another silent conversation passing between them. Dark Shadow lets out another huff and rolls his eyes, though he has no actual eyes to roll. Fumikage takes a breath, then nods, turning back to Leshy.]

...very well. How long do you need to rest?

[sacrificesmustbemade]

Null and forgotten. [he groans at some distant sound, a siren wail like some ENMA officers might have been called to investigate the scene. They won't try very hard, especially if Fumikage goes and gives them some excuse to ignore this anomaly.

There's more important stuff going on, after all! Like chasing that serial killer from the Tanabata river side! They really got to find that guy...]

An hour. I'll sleep this pain away and be moving soon enough. If not, I'll die and that will be it. [what does it matter then? Leshy survives or he doesn't. Simple. The way of nature. He is strong enough to keep living or he isn't, the Scrybe would rather die than accept more help than this.]

[blackabyss]

[Though he doesn't exactly trust Leshy, he also doesn't like the idea of him just... dying here. Still, if that's what the old man wants, Fumikage can let him rest, at least. And at least this way, his supposed transgressions would be forgiven.]

Very well. I will keep them away.

[He has to wrangle Dark Shadow to cooperate, but soon he is using his Black Abyss technique, donning Dark Shadow like a second skin as he keeps an eye out for the Enma officers. He won't harm them, just create distractions and do small scares to divert the officers away from Leshy's position.]

[sacrificesmustbemade]

[The ENMA that were sent out do not care to handle this situation, not one bit. They don't get paid enough for this! The yokai scramble off after a few scares from Dark Shadow and from then on, it's an hour of keeping watch at the entrance to the alley. Most curious onlookers are easily detoured just by the young Sutoku's words.

After about an hour, the forest slowly recedes. Disappears completely as if it had never existed there at all.

Leshy did as he said. He rested, recovered, and fled. The solid illusions his new found power created would leave with him, only influencing where he was currently. With him gone, it all returns to a normal alleyway in some forgotten corner of the city.

If Fumikage looks to where Leshy has once been, there's a "gift" of sorts, left behind. The severed hand of some yokai. A highroller at the Tamamo Pleasure Palace, it seems, who went missing that night and was found in the river without his head or hands. This hand is still wearing an array of golden jewelry. Leshy had little interest in such fineries, he'd taken the hand as a trophy itself. The fact it looks chewed on is another matter entirely...

It's up to the young hero if he's willing to call back to the ENMA and report such a thing, he might not want to implicate himself. He did just help cover for the killer they're all on the hunt for. Maybe better to just... let this one be an anonymous tip.]

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[blackabyss]

[Leshy why are you LIKE THIS--]

[Oh he definitely finds that hand, and he definitely has a moment of ice-cold dread at the implications there. And after a moment, he will report the hand to the Enma, but... definitely leaving it anonymous.]

[What the actual hell has he gotten tangled up in...]