[OPEN] between a rock and a...

[hardrocklife]

Who ⬤ Zelgadis and you!
What ⬤ Catch-all for the month: trying out new jobs, rooftop brooding, whatever else
When ⬤ September
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Nothing too noteworthy! Drinking, mostly.

Various prompts will follow. Feel free to contact me at pzue / Journal PM / Discord DM if you'd like a starter!

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OPEN 🗡 WORKING: RICKSHAW

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[Somewhere in town, typically in or near Tamamo territory, you may see a man standing next to a parked rickshaw. You might have spotted him transporting a frog-faced yokai dressed in the elaborate vestments of a geisha before returning to this spot. He wears a traditional uniform with the outline of a fox embroidered on the back, along with a black bamboo hat and a dark scarf over his lower face, hiding everything but a single eye.]

Need a ride?

[He'll ask if you approach, or if you linger nearby for long enough.]

OPEN 🗡 WORKING: BOUNCER

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[Most evenings, Zelgadis is working bouncer duty at one of the cabaret clubs in Tamamo territory. Here, he wears a suit vest and a fedora, the brim pulled low to cast a shadow over his face. He's practically a fixture in the room, unmoving unless he needs to attend to something.

That is, until the hour draws late, and a particularly drunk customer starts making a scene. It's not long until Zel's hauled the rowdy yokai outside. The drunkard protests, and turns around to slam his fist right into Zelgadis's face. It knocks the hat off his head, but Zelgadis barely reacts.]

... Are you done? I think it's time for you to go home.

[The man shakes his hand, as if in pain. He did just punch solid rock. Then, with all the rationality of a very drunk person, he attempts another punch. This one, Zelgadis catches with his palm, steers away, and then shoves the man back with enough force to make him stumble onto his ass. It might not have taken much force, considering the drunk was already very unbalanced on his feet, but it's a pretty smooth maneuver regardless. The man gives up, grumbling as he staggers away, and Zelgadis is left picking up his hat and... realizing he's attracted a whole lot of attention from passers-by who came to gawk at the altercation.

So he crams the hat back onto his head and walks away. "Back to work?" Nope, he's just gone down an alley to where it's quieter. He's taking his break now.]

OPEN 🗡 ROOFTOP BROODING HOURS

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[Zelgadis is up on the roof of a tall building, sitting on the edge and looking over at the city with his hood pulled up and his cape lightly flapping behind him. He gazes out in contemplation, looking vaguely melancholy.

That's it, that's the prompt, it's Rooftop Brooding Hours. Join him? Interrupt him?]

OPEN 🗡 AT THE BAR

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[Somewhere in Shuten territory, Zel's found a cheap bar to spend an evening at. The place is shady enough that he doesn't feel too out of place, unlike the more upscale joints he's seen in Tamamo territory. At a small table near the back wall, he gets a mug of ale and a plate of karaage and cabbage. It's nice and quiet... that is, until a couple of oni just start duking it out in the middle of the room. Punches are thrown, glasses are smashed, but looking at the staff's perfectly casual reaction...]

... Guess this is a normal day here.

[He mumbles it quietly, but it's loud enough for someone to hear if they happen to be sitting nearby, or currently on their way to find a table.]