September catch-all [SEMI-CLOSED]

[heretic_blade]

Who ⬤ Okada Izō and various
What ⬤ September things
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various places
Content Warnings ⬤ There be smut here.


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Majima 🔞morning schmoop

[heretic_blade]

[ Early morning sunlight filters through the window and straight into Izō's eyes. He grumbles something vulgar under his breath and rolls over. The dog at the foot of the bed lifts her head in protest to the movement. He settles down and so does she.

The problem now is he’s awake, but doesn’t want to get out of bed. He sidles up alongside Majima to rest his head on the other man’s chest. Maybe being close like this will let him go back to sleep...Izō finds himself distracted by Majima instead; the way his chest rises and falls, the way the sunlight plays across his scales, how peaceful he looks in this moment.

Izō can’t help but feel charmed and maybe a little something else. ]

Hey...ya awake?

[ He idly plays with a strand of Majima’s hair, a gentle smile on his face. This is all deeply domestic and something he’s really not accustomed to...but it’s nice. ]

[no_kyouken]

[ That Majima is even still asleep is a small miracle. He's the one who gets up at the ass of dawn to go run and meditate at the river and hit the gym and visit the family office and-- Sleep is not one of his greater priorities, but he usually makes a point of showing up and getting a few hours at some point. He can't be on all the time, as much as he might sometimes wish he could be. ]

Mmm.

[ He makes a faint sound of assent, he can feel Izo staring at him even before he pipes up. Most of his hair is curled into a lazy bun at the base of his neck, to keep everyone from choking on the long strands in the middle of the night, and he certainly sleeps in front of Izo of all people with no insecurity to be out of his eyepatch. That just means there's no point pretending he can see Izo over on that side, so he just leaves his good eye closed. His arm is mostly under Izo anyone, so he relaxes his hand along the line of his back. ]

[heretic_blade]

[ It's probably better that Majima can't see his face and how fond he looks. Izō gets embarrassed even now about showing his true feelings; maybe one day he'll get over that.

He sits up a little more to kiss Majima, hand splayed across his chest to lazily pet him. It's easy to be this affectionate right now because it's safe. Just the two of them -- well, three, but the dog won't judge them. ]

Good...means I got ya all to myself for a li'l bit.

[no_kyouken]

[ He laughs faintly, hand shifting to fluff at the edges of Izo's wings. ]

Th'girls said they wanted to get coffee.

[ Haru and Kate, his running partners. He had left them to their coffee date to sleep in for once. ]

What ya got goin' today?

Ryouma 🔞 down and dirty in the club

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[ Things have been ... interesting. The things they need to talk about have been put on hold in favor of more fun things, like drinking and dancing. Well, mostly drinking and watching other people dance. The private room of the Sutoku-owned club gives a good view of the floor below.

Izō is already fairly drunk, his shirt and vest completely open as he leans on the windows. ]

No one can see us in here, right?

[ Because if they can, they have certainly seen more of Izō than they should be seeing. ]

[kaientai]

[ ryouma is just fine never discussing anything important so long as he can help it. he shouldn't be, but he's several drinks past doing the right thing at the moment, and it shows — his jacket is unbuttoned, the shirt underneath it is halfway open as well, and he's lucky he didn't lose buttons yanking it open to get like that.

he empties the cup that's in front of him and leans on his hand, looking half-asleep if you didn't notice how intently he's actually watching izō.

Why? It's a little late for ya t' start feelin' shy anyway.

[ of course, he knows that no one can see in, but for the purposes of right now, it's more fun to consider if they could. ]

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I ain't feelin' shy! [ An immediate fussy response. ] Jus' wanted t' make sure I can make fun of 'em an' they ain't never gonna know.

[ And not that increasingly inappropriate thoughts keep creeping into his head. Ryouma could fuck him against these windows and they'd never know it. Izō tries to push those thoughts aside, but they just come back worse when he looks back at Ryouma. ]

[kaientai]

Oh, sure. [ a likely story. ] Wouldn't want that...

[ he's having those same very inappropriate thoughts. he pours himself another cup and drains that too before he gets up. ryouma has poor impulse control as it is, but he's not letting himself second guess his way out of a good time. better a little too drunk than not drunk enough when it comes to keeping his mind quiet because the last thing he wants to be doing right now is thinking. ]

Sure that's the only thing ya wanna do that ya wouldn't want 'em knowin' about?

[ and the fussiness is always endearing. ]

Nishitani 🔞 baby boy slut

[pitfight]

[ Rank up-- Toraguma had told Nishitani himself; and Nishitani had immediately known what he wanted to do, how he wants to reward his sweet boy for playing so nice. ]

[ So here he is, knocking on the door to Izo's place. Dressed in an easy light green suit and looking every part the made man he is. ] Iichan! Better open up!

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[ Izō answers the door, looking a bit disheveled and only half-dressed. Not that he minds who he sees, though. He greets Nishitani with a kiss before asking questions. ]

Huh...? Whatcha want?

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani reaches behind Izo and gropes him as his boy leans in for a filthy kiss, dirty and full of tongue. When Izo pulls away, Nishitani nods towards the apartment. ] Do I need a reason to see my baby boy?

[ Teasing aside. Nishitani dark look is predatory, pleased, primed for a fun little "hunt". ] Heard you made rank. I'm here to reward my brother for his good work.

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[ He hadn't told anyone yet, which meant that Nishitani had heard straight from the source. Not a huge surprise, honestly.

Izō already wants more of Nishitani's particular brand of attention as he steps aside to let him in. ]

Reward, huh? Wonder what Daddy's got in mind for that...

[ Railing him into oblivion, hopefully. ]

Emily | missing

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[ It hasn't been long. Texts and calls go unanswered. The employees at the Celestial haven't seen Nishitani in a few days.

It's not right. Nothing's right. He can't be gone, he can't. He's gone. Izō isn't alone, but that doesn't mean there isn't a hole torn in his heart. Old wounds ripped open, fresh as ever. He can't stay home. He doesn't want to see the family office. He wants to stop crying. He wants to feel something other than misery.

Emily's apartment is a safe space. He has a key. He lets himself in. Everything about him is a disjointed mess. He doesn't check if she's home. He locks the door after himself and throws himself on the couch in a heap.

It's been hours. It's been days. It's been no time at all. Everything hurts and all he can do is cry and scream and drink to cover it up. This is a better option than holding it all inside. ]

[medicative]

[when she comes home from her shift, things feel different. there's enough low light from the world outside, the curtains, that she can tell someone's here. by the absence of cigarette smoke in the air, she knows it's Izo.

instead of turning on the light, she sets her bag down, near silently walking to him, kneeling down and putting a hand on him. she's here, and the question of what's happened doesn't need words to be asked. talk to her. it's just them - she knows the feeling of misery in the air from endless moments at a patient's bedside. be here, without some time limit to force them to talk.]

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[ He doesn't move at first. It's tough to tell if he'd fallen asleep or if his misery is just so great he can't do anything but lie there. A few moments go by and he finally utters some muffled words. ]

Nishitani's gone.

[ A hard sniffle and the rustling of feathers. He curls in on himself more. Speaking the truth aloud makes it hurt more, makes the tears fall harder. He chokes on the sobs. There's no excuse of being drunk right now, either. It's just the pain of loss felt so keenly it feels like his heart has been torn from his chest. ]

[medicative]

[she doesn't answer with words. no, instead she looks at her couch, and shifts - in what fragments of space there are, she lies down next to him, putting an arm over him, holding onto him so he doesn't fall away. it's painful, she knows. it's bleeding out, even though she didn't know the true depths of it - it was clear he was important to him, and whatever she feels, she throws it in a box to instead be present in the moment.

I'm so sorry. worthless words, right now.]

Shylock | accidental bar crawl

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[ Izō usually has a better sense of direction. Izō usually keeps out of Tamamo territory. Izō usually doesn't wander into a random bar.

This is not "usually". He had errands to run in Tamamo territory, unfortunately, and because he isn't here all the time, he definitely got turned around. A disheveled, tengu-possessed manslayer comes into Hemlock, looking for all the world like a ghost out of time. This wasn't supposed to be a bar, it was supposed to be a "ramen shop" (read: weapons dealer). Whatever, it's fine! Just a pitstop before he tries to find the place again.

He drops onto a barstool with an annoyed sigh. ]

Oi, you. Sake.

[breweries]

[ well, look what the cat dragged in. or in this case, dog? a bird? whichever. shylock blinks at the disheveled man shuffling into the bar, his smile amused. ]

I'm afraid you're at the wrong bar, sir. I only serve Western beverages.

[ then, a sigh. ]

Though I won't lie that I've always wanted a taste of sake. Some of my peers love it, but I haven't had the time to seek it out myself.

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[ That answer is not what Izō wanted to hear. He vastly prefers sake to anything else and the idea of drinking anything else after the annoyance he's dealt with is unpleasant. His expression is comically sour. ]

Yer fuckin' serious? [ No sake?? Does not compute. ] An' yer in a city that's fuckin' full of it. Jus' pick a bar an' ya should be able to get it.

[ He huffs. ]

Jus' not in this fuckin' place.

[breweries]

But don't you agree that alcohol tastes better with someone else's company?

[ he smiles. he was working on a patron's drink before izou stumbled upon here, so his magic is going to take care of that for him; various bottles begin hovering around him, pouring themselves into a wineglass as shylock adds the final touches to it by hand. ]

It's true that there are various bars in town that serve this traditional drink. But I'd much rather visit them with someone and make idle chatter with them than going off on my own. I'm not from any version of this world called Earth, if that clarifies anything.

Fukuda | Dog people

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[ Izō has settled into a routine finally. Nishitani may be gone, but the impact he made on Izō isn't. The shelter is part of that legacy, funded by Nishitani's effort. Yes, it's still little more than a money laundering front, but the dogs are taken care of and that's what matters.

It's a normal afternoon with Izō working at the shelter. He looks a little different, dressed in dirty coveralls and work boots instead of something nicer. It's unmistakably Izō, though -- his wings and that hair are a dead giveaway. He doesn't look up from where he's scrubbing something off the floor near one of the cages, calling out instead. ]

Feel free t' look at th' dogs, lemme know if yer interested in any of 'em.

[ Nicer than usual?? ]

[holeful]

[Really, Fukuda wasn't really looking to get a dog. He keeps weird hours and lives in a small apartment and that doesn't feel conducive to a canine companion.

But he was surprised to see a dog shelter here, and he was curious. Besides, he certainly likes dogs and figured having a little peek couldn't hurt. And then he just happens upon his cool friend!! How fortuitous.

Tail wagging, he starts trotting down to Izou.]
Ah, Izou-san! Your kind side is sh-
[He's interrupted by several dogs going nuts barking as he hoves into view.]

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[ Izō grimaces at both the noise and Fukuda. It's not like he doesn't like Fukuda, more that Izō thinks of him like a rash that won't go away: you get used to seeing it so it becomes familiar, like an annoying friend. ]

Oi, shut it! [ He knows yelling at the dogs won't help, but they generally listen to him. ] He's with me, so quit it.

[ Oddly, that actually seems to work. There's a few stray growls and delayed barks, but the dogs quiet down. ]

An' whatever ya were sayin', fuckin' shut it. I jus' work here.

Sheliak | sword fight

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[ Izō spends a lot of his free time training after hours in the arena. He never seriously studied any one school of swordsmanship, preferring to take bits here and there from those he faced off against. His natural skill with a blade cannot be overstated. He has a natural grace and fluidity when moving with his strikes, as if the blade is an extension of his body.

He doesn't stop when he notices Sheliak watching him. ]

What, impressed? [ A hard downward strike. ] Or d'ya wanna be my opponent?

[ He doesn't know if Sheliak knows his way around a sword. He's mostly being a cocky little bastard. ]

Kotetsu | drifter grifter

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[ Izō doesn't take being taken advantage of well, to say the least. The man in black was trivial for someone like Izō to track down. He stalks through the streets on the trail of the man that grifted him out of a few thousand yen -- it's not the actual amount that bothers him, more the principle of the matter. He's not usually one to be kind, but he the promise of information was too good to pass up. With that promise shattered along with Izō's trust, there's only one end for the unfortunate grifter.

He's in the hands of one angry, violent assassin, being threatened with a katana. ]

Ya think this is a fuckin' game, huh?! I show ya what fuckin' with a guy like me gets ya!

[ ...Yeah, there's going to be bloodshed if Izō isn't talked down from this ledge. The bridge over the river isn't exactly a private place to have this sort of dispute and Izō is very loud. This is just a bad situation all around. ]