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OPEN ➸ September Catchall

Who ⬤ Matoba Seiji and you
What ⬤ Substories, monthly eye curse, etc. Closed starters in the comments.
When ⬤ Throughout September
Where ⬤ More or less everywhere
Content Warnings ⬤ Will add if needed

A. SUBSTORY 3: DRIFTER GRIFTER - I want that ~~Spiderman~~ Wastelander!!

[What a classic wild goosechase, huh? When Matoba's connections had told him of a certain individual that had been spotted around the city with information on the Iron Bear, he had set to finding this mystery youkai. But every time he gets to a location where the man was said to be, he finds nothing but other angry individuals looking for the same man.]

[Surely he can't be only a mirage...]

[Perhaps the Wastelander got you to pay for a meal or a new pair of shoes, only to leave you down on your luck.] I see... Don't you think this will be a good lesson for you? [Matoba offers you a cheerful smile after hearing your tale.] Never give up your side of the bargain before you get your information.

Shall I assist you in finding him, then?

B. CURSED EYES - The Me in the Mirror Limit first 5 tag-ins, please!
[ooc; If you are tagging in to this prompt, PLEASE READ THIS INFO/PERMISSIONS POST FIRST, thanks! If your character has spiritual awareness, they can tell the spirit in this prompt feels Real Bad.]
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[It's another busy day in Sutoku's shopping districts, with their modern buildings and flashy neon signs. It was easy to feel as though this was a normal shopping district in any human city, with the sort of glamor present.]

[As you pass by the reflective windows of a shop, you might have to do a double-take once or twice when the reflection that stares back at you is missing its right eye. You must have been seeing things- when you look back again, it's normal.]

[Maybe it takes you a few times to notice that your "reflection" moves on from your shadow and along the glass on its own after a while; it seems to be looking for something. But when you stop and try to look at it, you'll instead be interrupted by a voice that approaches you from behind, suddenly too-close to your ear--]

Excuse me. Are you looking for something?

C. SNACK RUN - Even menacing Lieutenants need a day off

[Matoba had earned quite a reputation over his months in Jigoku-cho for being "always on the clock"- it was, perhaps, a part of why he had managed to climb the ranks of the Alliance so quickly. Always dressed for success in either a suit or his clan's traditional kimono, it was perhaps hard to relate more personally to a man who seemed to carry himself as so apart from others in both appearance and speech.]

[But once in a while, you can catch even Matoba Seiji on an off-day.]

[In an adidas hoodie and a casual pair of joggers, Matoba has perched himself on the railing of a walkway overlooking the river at one of the bridge crossings. The Hashihime Clan may have to put up with a Lieutenant's presence now, but she doesn't look much happier about the crumbs from the flaky pastry he's eating, or the flecks of rice from that onigiri, as they fall onto her bridge and waters.]

[Like this, Matoba-san almost just looks like what he is- a bored 22 year old.]

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[ooc; as always feel free to hit me up via my CR meme post, PM or

kitsoru for plotting!]

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[After a truly reckless set of bets were laid out, Matoba set to preparing for what was certain to be a dangerous situation. That wizard was fresh from the Kaigou-no-bou; he wasn't that concerned about him having any powers that he would have to be worried about. But it was always best to take precautions, wasn't it?]

[When Bradley finds the flowering park that Matoba had spoken of, it is blooming with a mix of poppies and camellias; they had been a request from Matoba, himself. There's no evidence of the exorcist himself, however- instead, standing among the bright red blooms is a towering and shadow-like spirit, robed in only an unbleached white kimono and a porcelain mask, and carrying a piece of paper onto which has just been written,]

BRADLEY

[Like this thing is picking him up at the airport. What the hell.]

[When the spirit notices Bradley, it starts towards him excitedly, and motions for him to follow.]

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[The clans may have been subtly at one another's throats once more for the sake of Kagerou's bounty, but that didn't mean that they couldn't work together for a common cause. Those unsavory bounty hunters who had begun to stir at the news of the million yen bounty were only going to get in the way of any of the clan's plans to pursue Ringo-chan's kidnappers, and so it was necessary to see to it that they were eliminated- by any means.]

[And hadn't they made a casual plan, some time ago, to go investigating the movements into the Wastelands? It was quite convenient that Shylock had an available eagle's view and method of transport with which they would not need to be bothered with physical combat, and archery was made for aerial targeting. Thus, wizard and human had made a pact to seek out the interlopers who were trying to venture into the Wastes, together.]

[...That said, actually faced with mounting an ayakashi's broom, Matoba isn't so certain of the safety features.] Surely, there are charms for stability, no? [He turns his skeptical eye up on Shylock as he stands before this old and quite magical-feeling thing.] Do keep in mind I will need both hands to draw my bow.

It's been a while, hasn't it, young lady? I have a job for you. Shall I treat you to tea?

[That had been the invitation Matoba had sent the bounty hunter Bulleta, with a time and a place at a quiet café that was closer to Sutoku territory than Enma. It wouldn't do at all if her coworkers were hanging around, listening in.]

[When she arrives, Matoba is at a table, already treating to himself to a flowery-smelling black tea and a slice of strawberry shortcake. He gestures over to the menu placed on her side.] Please, order whatever you like. How is life in the Department treating you?

[Well there's Matoba Seiji dressing like a goddamn teenager again.

Except it's been a long time since Natori has seen him out like this-- perched on some railing or window ledge or jizo statue, dressed casually, showing an actual emotion such as boredom on his face... But the ponytail and the ward keep it from getting too nostalgic. Natori's steps slow as he approaches the bridge nonetheless.

Natori's own clothes are fashionable and mature and definitely not stylized by him, complete with the thin glasses perched on his nose-- completely useless, given the clear glass doesn't even give him any benefits here, but it's nice to have a sensible pair again. For a moment, he watches Matoba and debates whether to just walk on past-- but Matoba would probably call out to him anyway, unless he's actively doing work for the Alliance.

So instead, Natori elbows the railing hard as he steps up to the bridge. He knows Matoba won't fall, but, y'know. He had to try anyway.]

[Matoba isn't quite paying attention to who is coming and going across the bridge, but familiarity is hard to train oneself out of. He turns his head just in time to catch Natori, scowling at him, and giving his all into a smack into the railing.]

[Which despite his effort does a whole lot of nothing, Matoba infuriatingly keeping his perch with the sort of preternatural balance that his athleticism has always granted him.]

[So instead now they are just staring at each other from a number of paces away, at least until Matoba finally tears his glance away, and snorts.]

What are you doing? [He says it with half a scoff, as if Natori isn't worth the full laugh. Bastard.]

[ Not too far from where Matoba is lecturing some random angry youkai that's mad about getting conned into buying the drifter a meal for info but not getting anything, Chongyun is on a similar hunt. Right across the street, actually, close enough that the young exorcist's conversation with another youkai is easily overheard. He's been investigating that same mysterious figure at the request of a few because of his behavior, and there are rumors that the man has information.

So you've seen the man in question? Which way did he go, and what did he look like? asks Chongyun, notebook at the ready, because he's already gotten so many different leads on this vagrant. The youkai hums, I dunno, I can't remember without a little... cash.

I see, Chongyun responds without suspicion and there's the following clink of coins. Will this much do? The youkai rubs his fingers together, Uhhh, yeah. He went left. But I need more money to remember more. There's another clink of coins entering the man's hand, I understand. Does this help?

Yeah, uh... he went left. And then made some more lefts. He had a beard and a mustache and uhhh, brown hair, I guess. He also wore a tophat. The youkai's clearly just making some shit up, hemming and hawing, but Chongyun's diligently writing down everything the guy says. A little more cash... would help. It's a condition I have, money jogs my memory.

I understand, how much would help you? the young exorcist asks, and the youkai chews on his lip.

How much you got?

Chongyun opens his little money pouch and the man nods happily, What do you know, that's exactly the amount I need to remember everything about that guy! The conner rubs his hands with glee, eyes sparkling. Chongyun nods, about to hand over his whole pouch of money ............................. ]

[Okay, that is enough of that.]

If I had forgotten so many things on account of coin, I think I would be far more ashamed of myself. [Matoba looms over the youkai and Chongyun, laying a hand on the teen's shoulder and casting a shadow with his familiar paper parasol. He seems to be counting the number of 100-yen coins in Chongyun's hands.] ...To be honest, for good information, this is a little cheap. Your condition must be very severe, hm?

Allow me to sweeten the pot, Chongyun-kun.

[There's a brief protest of 'oi, buddy, what're you trying to pull' from the offended youkai as Matoba calmly folds his parasol and opens his own purse to dangle a 100k yen note. The youkai's eyes just about light up... until they fall onto Matoba's pin.]

Such tantalizing information.... You surely wouldn't lie to the Alliance hm? Willing to make a deal? Although, I should warn you that I don't accept failure.

[ why are you putting him on blast like this smh the man's already dead!!

part of him doesn't think matoba will actually show up, but honestly, what does he have to lose? he's still exploring this place and what it has to offer, so it's not all bad to sometimes walk around and maybe fight someone a little to let off some steam.

the problem is, for all of bradley's bravado, he's a range fighter. he uses a long-range rifle as a weapon, and sometimes he attacks with long-range magic. his specialty is powering up others, as opposed to making himself stronger. he hasn't had a real one-one-one since he was a kid, and that was way too long ago to remember now. ]

What the—

[ he runs into the strange creature, surprised when he sees it's carrying his name. but then the creature approaches him and bradley instinctively jolts back. ]

Don't get too close, you - [ ah, wait, he wants to be followed. ] ...Ah.

[ right. this might be related to that guy, after all. ]

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[Master Bradley, come this way! ... That's probably what the noodley shadow is trying to say, right? It doesn't seem like this pitiful thing can even speak, since it only has two holes in its mask for eyes, but it seems very excited to have found Bradley, so maybe somehow it can tell that it's found its mark?]

[It is a very patient servant, in any case, waiting until Brad is willing to follow after it and then leading him away. How typical, that an Alliance rat wouldn't meet in-person for a one on one fight, huh? As to where the shadow was leading him...]

[Just down the street and an alley away, there seems to be an empty lot. It's much quieter back here than it was on the open street, a place where one could get into trouble and hardly anyone would hear it, or simply shut their blinds if they did. There, in the lot, there are a number of innocuously-placed objects strewn about: Bradley passes a piece of broken glass on his left. A red cloth has been tied to a clothesline to the northwest. Scratched marks etched into the ground, as if with chalk, bear writing like that which appeared around the city. North, Wind, an unreadable character with the radicals of 'dog'.]

Oh? You showed up after all. [And Matoba himself, perched on the edge of a generator on the other side of the lot. His bow is on his back.] Come here, and let's begin.

[He waits for Brad to step just a little closer...]

[ Even if he'd been exorcist shamed about his normal routine, Rokurou has no plans on changing it. Waking up at 6am every morning is something engrained into him, as is the morning jog he takes throughout the whole city before it gets too busy. Working out is when he's at his most focused and relaxed, burn of his body long having become something soothing to him.

One wears adidas, one wears Puma. Since discovering the benefits to sweatwear when working out, he quickly transitioned over into wearing black joggers and a gray hoodie for his workouts; hair drawn back into a higher ponytail than he usually wears, he's the epitome of gym rat drip.

Despite the fatass eating a croissant on the bridge, Rokurou doesn't recognize or even notice Matoba when doing his jog on the bridge across the way. Too used to the man in his pretentious kimono and lofty exorcist sneer, the normal looking guy on the walkway doesn't stand out. Which is why he continues his route to that walkway and stepping onto it to cross, minding his own business.

Dun dun dun.... ]

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[Oh? Interesting.]

[Matoba notices before Rokurou does, from the aura moreso than his appearance. His hoodie is drawn up this early in the morning against the river's chill, but as he watches the thudding heft of Rokurou jog by, he stuffs the rest of the croissant into his mouth and hops off of the railing, falling into a jog beside him soon enough.]

So you weren't lying after all. [His voice is an annoying alarmclock, this early.] Did you see the mist on the river? Fall is falling.

[Just making some smalltalk on the morning run. Casual.]

[Sigh. As expected. Still, Natori couldn't help himself but to try.]

Not even a waver, huh... [He leans back against the railing himself to join Matoba in an extremely anime-ass scene, the two of them spaced just a little too far apart to be said to be watching the river side by side.] The hashihime under this bridge are known to follow Lost Soul politics and the like very closely. I was curious if they'd be excited to meet an Alliance Lieutenant personally.

[Read: just once, Seiji. Just fall one time.]

"Excited"...

[Matoba repeats the word incredulously as an angry stream of bubbles pops up from below the surface of the waters. He takes another bite out of his onigiri. There's a grain of rice stuck to his cheek.] The Hashihime Clan is a valued member of the Alliance. As with any of us, I am sure that they are a wealth of useful information. These bridges connect us to every other clan. In a way, they are like guardians.

[If Natori looks up at that moment, he can catch the disingenuous, shit-stirring little smirk before it vanishes under another bite of rice.]

Coming from a job, are you? [He tosses an incredulous glance towards Natori's dapper autumn trenchcoat.]

...!

[ Chongyun is surprised at the hand on his shoulder, but instantly relaxes when he recognizes who the voice belongs to. Which is exactly the opposite of the youkai's experience; when he recognizes Matoba's pin and who it is from the rumors swirling around the various business chains, he pales. A reaction Chongyun notices, but of course his assumption is wrong: Matoba is a master exorcist, so naturally the youkai would be alarmed by his presence.

The young exorcist blinks at the note that Matoba dangles in front of the conman. No, he can't possibly ask for Matoba to invest so much in information he's trying to gather. ]

Master Matoba. [ he nods his head in proper greeting first, ] I don't want to trouble you, but perhaps this man's information would be helpful to you as well. He promises that he knows about the suspicious man everyone has been looking for.

[ Which only adds to the youkai's pallor, but ... he's in it this deep and he thinks himself a pretty clever conman, even if he hadn't been trying hard to fool the kid out of all of his cash. So, after a minute of opening and closing his hand, the youkai finally bites the bullet and reaches out to take the money from Matoba. Greed wins. He boldly claims, Yeah, yeah, I'll make a deal, I'm good for it. I know all about him, and saw him go left like I said...

Noticeably, he's also still clutching half of Chongyun's money. He didn't get his paws on the purse because of Matoba's interference, but he did grub some before the man stepped in. ]

Oh? Does he now? [The sunny smile that Chongyun receives has a very different effect on the youkai, too, when he turns it upon him.] Well, considering that he was about to inform you of this very useful information, it would be a shame if I were to miss out, hm? You see, I am also after this mystery man. Shall we work together?

[Matoba releases the paper note into the youkai's hands, with only the barest of a mutter under his breath. How fortunate that the youkai snatches it up without examining it too closely...] Very well, then.

Left, and left, and left again... With a tophat. Was that about the size of it? [Matoba turns to his fellow exorcist, his comarade-in-arms for this hunt.] Shall we pursue this no-good scammer, Chongyun-kun? You know, scammers deserve everything they get... We might even have to bring him to justice by force. [Matoba raises two fingers.] Bad karma has a way of getting back to you.

Don't you agree? [Matoba smiles towards the youkai, by now sweating bullets and trying to make his getaway. And yet, Matoba does not make any moves to stop him.]

[Not yet. Let him know fear for a little bit, first. He turns to go and follow these directions with Chongyun- after all, if they're making so many lefts, they'll be riiiiight back in no time.]

[ Chongyun nods, in complete agreement, none the wiser to the silent conversation going on between Matoba and their youkai friend. The youkai clutches the money and swallows under the pressure of that smile, but he's still confident that he's slick as oil and quick as a cat. By the time they make all those lefts, he'll already be zooming over to the other side of the city and laying low. ]

Yes, I agree. Scammers are scum. They should have a bone broken for every person they've scammed. And then have those bones stepped on. That's exactly why this wanderer causing problems must be caught. The longer he's free, the more people who will be caught in his schemes.

[ ... which is a surprisingly brutal take from a kid he thought looked nice and innocent, so much so that the youkai does a straight up double-take. What the hell?! Broken bones?! And then smashing them underfoot?!?! That's too brutal!!! Yet Chongyun looks one hundred percent serious about his statement, nodding at Matoba again before bowing to the youkai in thanks for his help.

Chongyun smiles at Matoba and heads to the left, looking around diligently as they go for anyone matching the description their "friend" had given. The youkai, for his part, shoves all the money into his pockets and begins to scuttle away in the opposite direction, feeling very accomplished for having ripped off two gullible lost souls.

As they walk, Chongyun hums: ]

We should greet him later if we see him. It will be even better if we've caught the man by then!

[ —???

Rokurou glances at the man who falls into step beside him and—oh. This asshole. But he isn't doing anything particularly annoying, especially since Rokurou's plenty energetic in the morning himself; he just cocks a brow in mild suspicion before huffing a laugh and sending Matoba a little grin. ]

Why would I lie? I'm surprised to see you.

[ Without losing pace, he continues along his usual trek which leads to the walkway that runs along the river. There's no railing, just a short bank before the edge meets water. It's a refreshing spot to run with the breeze that cuts over the river.

Despite himself, he turns his head to look out across it to look at the mist. True enough, it's there ... which is why he makes a soft noise of agreement. ]

Sure is. It'll be getting colder soon.

[ Yep. Just two guys that kind of look like weird twins, having some smalltalk during a morning run. Nothing to see here. Nope. Very innocent, very wholesome. ]

[ Zhongli is, of course, window shopping in one of the various open-air marketplaces that Jigoku has for its people. He seemed to be preoccupied only looking away into the distance at brief intervals. The shadowy figure gets his attention, amber eyes narrowing ever so slightly before a familiar voice catches his attention. ]

Something? Ah. Only things I cannot possibly afford, I'm afraid. [ Zhongli has a very keen and sophisticated lifestyle that he can never actually afford?? But here he is, browsing through the bougie shops. ]

Are you perhaps here for something yourself?

[He's determined he kind of hates shopping. He's just tall enough to be out of normal range of clothing and has already been recommended a couple places over in Shuten territory that might fit his build, but trying to be hopeful about finding another option is quickly souring Otegine, chewing on the inside of his mouth in annoyance as he ducks out from another shop and back into the sidewalks.

It's as he's passing the shop he was just in that he BARELY notices the reflection doesn't look right. Weird, but given that it flickers back to normal, he doesn't pay it much mind. There's a ton of lights and weird technology around here, anyway, so why not have weird things moving across the glass? It makes as much sense as anything else around here.

Except he keeps walking, and the glass keeps just catching his eye, and with it comes the scratching itch of a familiar feeling - that something isn't right, something is nearby that shouldn't be, a feeling he normally didn't catch in earnest unless the HRA were approaching. It's subtle enough that he doesn't go straight into fight mode, but he keeps halting, glancing first at the glass, then out to the streets, behind his shoulder, his brow furrowing tight, seemingly ignorant of the youkai behind him on the streets muttering when they nearly run into him or his spear.

Where...

When the voice pops up RIGHT behind him, Otegine jumps, flailing back into another pedestrian and frantically trying to apologize to them as they shove him in the shoulder and stomp off.]

I-I'm sorry, I-- Damn it -- [He rights himself up with a careful repositioning of his spear against his body as he faces back towards whoever was--

Oh.]

Ah.... [Has he met this person? They don't look familiar, and he's pretty sure he'd remember the eye covering... He nods out of politeness as his hand rubs against his neck.] Sorry I, uh -- You caught me off guard a little.

[A little.]

I'm not sure, to be honest. I think the lights might just be getting to me.

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That's right. We must catch him and punish him, so that no one will ever get the idea to do such a thing again. That is our role, as righteous exorcists.

[Exorcists sure are scary, huh... Anyway, Matoba smiles down towards the youkai with a bow of his own, still menacing, still not letting the other shoe drop.]

[He's going to have to live in fear. Hold it to his chest. Let it become a part of himself.]

[As Chongyun walks with him and takes a look around for the mustachio'd scammer in a tophat, Matoba calmly pulls an ofuda from his inner kimono, and an ink pen from his sleeve.] Nothing yet, hm? I'm sure that our friend will be happy to learn when we have caught the fellow. I wonder how he is doing right now?

[Having copied the spell from the bill, Matoba claps it between his hands and recites a short sutra under his breath as they walk.]

[From about 5 blocks back as the bird flies, there's a strangled cry that makes all the crows flutter up from the rooftops.]

[ Beard and a mustache and a tophat ... one would think such a man would be easy to find. Chongyun scans every person they past, extremely vigilant in checking out everyone around them, so much so that he pays no mind to Matoba messing around with his ofuda and pen.

Left, left, and another left ... it's leading them right back to where they were. Did the fiend do some trickery and decide to hide back where he was least expected? No, but that's what Chongyun is wondering when, as Matoba said earlier, they quickly start looping back around to their starting point. ]

I don't know. Working? He seemed to be working at the fruit stand around there ... hm?

[ The birds are flapping their wings, crying out, and several youkai are excitedly buzzing about the street like something happened. Chongyun taps his chin and looks up at his fellow exorcist, ]

Do you think this could have to do with the man we're looking for?

I don't know. To puff your pathetic self up?

[Matoba puts his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt as he jogs.] It is such a common trait amongst you Shuten. [Puff,] I don't pretend to understand it.

[Not entirely. He could throw out some reasons- grandstanding, machismo, and the like. But oh, whatever. He recognizes the route as following out into a loop through the different territories in the loop the bridge crossings made around the Kaigou-no-bou, a somewhat gridded-circle that the city had been built into before it broke down into messy sidestreets and fake alleyways.]

[Just over this knoll, Matoba had first encountered the isonade with their ill-gotten bounties, harassing what was then a new recruit of his.... Matoba glances over the spot, and then to the mist on the water. Water drowned with millions of sinners, who down in the deeps, served the sentences the Enma had doled out to them.]

[A small smile crooks Matoba's mouth.] Oh, [He slows his jog and stops, pointing out to the water.] Look, there, in the water. Did you see it? [Matoba faces the water and claps his hands together in prayer. A little bow, for good measure.]

I see... [Matoba's smiling expression turns from polite neutrality to a casual brightness.] It's tough to be working your way up, isn't it? Forget luxury; the basic necessities require a careful balancing of the checkbook.

Although, I wouldn't have taken you for the type to so indulge in luxury, Zhongli-san.

[Matoba casts a shadow with the paper umbrella that is perched against his shoulder; its bullseye-ring pattern lets a slight, banded light through, which casts onto the reflection of the glass. In that shadow, there's another movement.]

[Otegine's jump produced an unstifled chuckle from the source of the voice, just a little eruption of a laugh before he manages to reel it in again. Matoba turns his head in the barest attempt at dignity- whether allowing Otegine his own, or regaining that lost by the show of amusement- and looks up at the man.]

[(Way up)]

Pardon the intrusion. [Matoba inclines his head again in a half-bow of politeness, which shifts his bangs just enough to allow Otegine a better glance at the eye covering. Somehow, just looking at it made one feel as though they should stay away. The circle-like pattern was different, and yet felt not entirely dissimilar to the ringed kasumi mato pattern of the paper umbrella tilted against the back of the man's shoulder.] ...I see. I thought that perhaps you might have found something I was looking for.

There are tricksters about today. You should carry yourself more carefully.

[Matoba's eye doesn't leave Otegine's as he speaks, not a quiver, as if he is keeping the man's attention. It doesn't stray to his spear, or to the shape in the glass behind him.]

[From in the glass, a voice whispers, just barely audible to Otegine:] ..eye..

There certainly seems to be some excitement over here, hm?

[After a measured pause of consideration, in which the man even brings his hand up to his chin, Matoba folds his arms back into his sleeves and nods.] Let's investigate. There's no reason to let a possible lead slip away, hm?

[And so as they push their way into the crowd, there is the scene of a fruitstand that looks as though a bomb went off on it. Melons, bananas, peaches and all other fruits are strewn about with their gore, and in the center of it all and splattered with juice was...]

Oya... informant-san. Are you alright?

[Matoba feigns concern, only showing his smile once Chongyun was not in a position to see it. With a subtle wiggle of his fingers, the 10k-yen note flutters back into his sleeve from amid an explosion of fruit.]

I'm... sorry.......... [The youkai utters, as if with his dying breath. His arm outstretches to Chongyun-- was it a last clue...!?]

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OPEN ➸ September Catchall

CLOSED TO BRADLEY - Ill-Advised Bets are a Sutoku Tradition apparently

CLOSED TO SHYLOCK - Substory 4 - Glizzy Gliding

CLOSED TO BULLETA - Dirty Deeds Done... well, it's an acceptable price

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