Let your guard down around an exorcist and you'll regret it. Sure, he didn't get stabbed in the literal back, but he got shoved into a nasty-ass river filled with damned souls and the gross bottomfeeder youkai that like to swim amongst them. It's such a surprise that he even ends up swallowing some of it when he's beneath the surface. For the record? It tastes like shit.
It doesn't take long for the daemon to swim to the edge and pull himself out of the river, motions weighed down by waterlog. Like some unhinged creature from the deep, he takes a few heavy steps and then shakes off like a dog. When he stands fully upright he has to tear a weird fish youkai off of his cheek—it yanks off with a bloody pop, leaving a perfect toothy circle just below his eye.
And then he laughs, unhinged and furious, eye twitching so much that he gets more dripping water in his eye. ]
I got it, I got it. You have a deathwish. Alright.
[ He squeezes the fish youkai in his little claws. It screeches loudly and angrily, thrashing back and forth and snapping its teeth. He has half a mind to crush it to death in a fit of anger, but no. Little buddy, he's got another job for you.
He'd been jogging lazily before, keeping a normal pace for a relaxing morning, but now he's charging forth like a freight train along the pathway and through the crowd. He's gotta catch up to his prey; this little fox ain't gonna get away after that prank.
Thump thump thump thump thump.
Matoba better run, because Rokurou's fast. And he looks terrifying, red eye gleaming, clothes drenched, and hair a total mess. He lost his hairtie somewhere in the river so it's all just wilding out.
When he finally spies Matoba's back he just straight up yeets the weird youkai fish at him. It screams in the air, flying at the same rate as a baseball during a high-stakes game. ]
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Let your guard down around an exorcist and you'll regret it. Sure, he didn't get stabbed in the literal back, but he got shoved into a nasty-ass river filled with damned souls and the gross bottomfeeder youkai that like to swim amongst them. It's such a surprise that he even ends up swallowing some of it when he's beneath the surface. For the record? It tastes like shit.
It doesn't take long for the daemon to swim to the edge and pull himself out of the river, motions weighed down by waterlog. Like some unhinged creature from the deep, he takes a few heavy steps and then shakes off like a dog. When he stands fully upright he has to tear a weird fish youkai off of his cheek—it yanks off with a bloody pop, leaving a perfect toothy circle just below his eye.
And then he laughs, unhinged and furious, eye twitching so much that he gets more dripping water in his eye. ]
I got it, I got it. You have a deathwish. Alright.
[ He squeezes the fish youkai in his little claws. It screeches loudly and angrily, thrashing back and forth and snapping its teeth. He has half a mind to crush it to death in a fit of anger, but no. Little buddy, he's got another job for you.
He'd been jogging lazily before, keeping a normal pace for a relaxing morning, but now he's charging forth like a freight train along the pathway and through the crowd. He's gotta catch up to his prey; this little fox ain't gonna get away after that prank.
Thump thump thump thump thump.
Matoba better run, because Rokurou's fast. And he looks terrifying, red eye gleaming, clothes drenched, and hair a total mess. He lost his hairtie somewhere in the river so it's all just wilding out.
When he finally spies Matoba's back he just straight up yeets the weird youkai fish at him. It screams in the air, flying at the same rate as a baseball during a high-stakes game. ]