jigokulogs | September 2022 Mini Event

September 2022 Mini Event

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While an official announcement hasn't been made yet, it is all but guaranteed that each faction will be sending out forces into the Wasteland to confront Iron Bear for that 100 Billion Bounty. Meanwhile, though...

1. SHUTEN CLAN

Training Day

The street gangs in the area continue to be of note. Normally, this would be a cause for some concern among the Shuten Clan. However, they're good news this time around. The glory of the bounty has caused several of the old gangs to disband and swear up with the Shuten Clan, instead of being a thorn in Toraguma's side. With new recruits, that means it's training day again. Get the new guys into shape by showing them the ropes. Team up among yourselves and instruct these unruly street bros what it means to be a member of the Shuten Clan!

Training day is expected to be rough, but hopefully it's a nice change of pace to be the one barking orders. Initiation rituals can range from hardcore drinking contests, to tests of physical strength, all the way to old reliable: fighting it out. You have a long lead on how creative and demanding you want to be. It's your clan too, after all.

Tools of the Trade

The bounty has just boosted the Shuten Clan's numbers, it has also triggered an increase for demand in weapons and arms. The Shuten's are seeing increased profits in their smuggling business. Sellers are being met with both would-be bounty hunters, and average citizens who are feeling anxious about the state of the world. Currently, Shuten arms shipments are a target to both thieves and the police. They need your protection. Thieves are not necessarily unaffiliated, the other factions would like in on this profit margin.

The Shuten Clan is calling on their lost souls to help transport, protect, and sell weapons. They want you to get these arms into the hands of anyone with the cash. To make your sales, you may want to demonstrate the unique benefits of the different options available. Clients come from all factions, so be on your best behavior to impress, and don't get caught up in a stupid sting operation. The Clan is not interested in losing money bailing you out.

OOC note; Any character outside Shuten can post a top-level trying to obtain Shuten weapons, either purchasing or attempting to steal them. Enma characters can also post top-levels related to this prompt.

2. TAMAMO CLAN

Bottom's Up

The fervor surrounding the bounty and the Wasteland is stressful. The Tamamo Clan specializes in stress relief of all kinds, and they are offering up some new potions just for the occasion. Some of these shady products are little more than placebos, while others might have actual effects. No one can really tell which is which, they all taste the same (read: bad). They might make you feel relaxed, or they might make you even more stressed out. That stress might even end up radiating onto the people around you. Who knows what they'll do, really. It's a dicey option, but maybe the distraction is worth it.

As this is the Tamamo Clan we're talking about, some of these potions will be aphrodisiac in nature. Hey, it's a form of stress relief. Still, the quality and intensity of these potions varies greatly, you don't entirely know what kind of ride you're signing up for.

The big gaps in quality of these potions is due to their rushed creation. Like all the other factions, the Tamamo Clan has other priorities right now as they prepare to head out...

OOC note: This is another "anyone can post a top level related to this prompt" one. We do ask if you're leaning towards the aphro option to properly label your top levels with the appropriate warnings!

Ancient Arts

Even the relaxed Tamamo Clan is feeling the tension in the city. Tenkohime has ordered mandatory weapons drills with the magical weapons in the Clan's armory. She's preparing for war and wants everyone to be at their best. You need to know every tool at your disposal. There are seals, explosives, traps, and more; some stranger than others. Test them on each other and maybe the unsuspecting members of other factions... Just try not to actually kill each other.

Weapons drills will be conducted where lost souls are encouraged to experiment with how different seals will interact with different weapons and abilities. Those who opine that the Tamamo Clan is merely the clan of "fox bitches" will be in a for a rude awakening when all the smiling threats become reality. Tenkohime herself, along with the old fox Kinsei, will be supervising training. Hunter Anna, who works alongside Kinsei in the armory, is also available to share a wealth of knowledge and tips.

They are all watching you with high expectations.

3. SUTOKU ALLIANCE

Jigokucho's Got Talent Part 2

While the last-minute help with filling holes in various clubs bookings was appreciated, a more permanent solution for Moonday's unfortunate hiatus is needed, urgently. One can't just replace the most popular band in the city overnight! It's time to look for Jigokucho's next top performance act to begin in earnest. And that means auditions.

All factions are encouraged to stop by Konoha to audition, but all the acts are judged solely by Alliance swear-ins. Your fate will ultimately come down to whether Sutoku can even tolerate you in their clubs, though. Hope your reputation doesn't precede you. Will you become a hit, or will you get the gong? The only way to find out is to try!

OOC note: Again, this prompt is more or less open to everyone. Sutoku characters are the only ones who can play the part of talent judge.

Running with Wolves

The White Wolves have concerns about the physical fitness of the Sutoku Clan. If we're going to the Wasteland, you need to be able to survive out there! The solution? Exercise drills! Mandatory ones! Yes, this means all you chain-smokers out there. You must pass the White Wolves' extremely high standards. Hope you like push-ups. And sit-ups. And pull-ups. There will also be a lot of running, sprinting, leaping, and other field sports.

Every single Sutoku swear-in is expected to participate. Even if you're an officer. Especially if you're an officer. No excuses will be accepted. And, look: even the Daitengu is participating. They seem to be having fun. You can try to weasel out of it, but good luck. The White Wolves are always vigilant, and they have perfected the disappointed puppy dog face. It will rend your heart in two more effectively than any swipe from their giant swords.

If you are looking for an example of White Wolves' standards, look to your resident junior member: Megumi.

4. DEPARTMENT OF THE ENMA

Friendly Reminder!

Despite the Department's best efforts, the unaffiliated bounty hunters continue to be a problem. There are just too many jerks out there looking for a payday, and the Enma's Department just can't handle them all. They may be the arbiters of law and order in the city, but they can only be in so many places at once. The manpower just isn't there for a full crackdown. But, at some point, inspiration strikes:

A memo circulates among department members instructing them to create several Public Service Announcements to dissuade these miscreants. Come up with creative setting ideas, involve the other members of the Department, and maybe some other factions, too. The best PSAs will receive a small token of the Enma's appreciation: a one-of-a-kind commemorative mug. Show these bounty hunters that their behavior will not be tolerated!

Toys for Good Children

The bounty hunters rounded up thus far have provided the Department with something useful: all of their confiscated gear. Melee weapons, guns, survival tools of all shapes, and a large collection of swords. The big item on the menu is weapons and ammunition, a lot of it. So much so that the storage at Kaigo no Bou is starting to burst at the seams.

Their weapons and tools may prove useful to the Enma...Well, once everyone figures out just what this stuff does. Some of it is your standard weaponry, some of it defies explanation. Sort through the gear and find what's useful, and what isn't. Anything that isn't too dangerous can be sent right back out on the streets. Give it to some thugs as a gift, they'll be grateful and maybe cause problems for the more chaotic factions. It's not your problem once it leaves your hands. And if you happen to get something in return for your generous donation? No one saw a thing.

OOC note; Another prompt where mostly anyone can participate, at least in the "letting the weapons filter back into the streets" aspect. Have your character cut a deal with a Department member to get a cool weapon!

5. ALL FACTIONS - WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE

During the evening news, the anchorwoman is visibly sweating and looking increasingly panicked. She goes on in a trembling voice to say that they have been sent a message from... Iron Bear.

They play the tape...

"I'm disappointed in all of you. You've become fat off of the raven's labor, amassing ill-gotten wealth and resources. I will not stand idly by while what is rightfully mine is disgraced by tainted, swollen fingers. None of this is yours and I will be the one to reclaim it.

But know what is coming next will not be done by us.

When this city is in ashes, it is by my redeeming hand you will rise. Only I will be able to rebuild this world, and restore its glory.

They cannot save you.

We are the holy chosen of this realm, and we know who you are!"

When the tape has concluded, there is a sudden and impactful rumble in Shuten territory. One of their weapon storehouses, namely one that contains plenty of volatile materials, explodes violently. It scatters fire into the nearby streets. Shuten forces will need to rush in to help clear anyone out, but anyone nearby is expected to help. Most of the area is non-residential, so casualties should be minimal, if rescue efforts are quick. But that's just the start of it...

The Iron Bear's words ring true. The bomb couldn't have been planted by his followers, not completely unseen. Someone else planted that bomb. Worse, there are more bombs throughout the city that need to be defused. Time is ticking down quickly, and no one knows whom to trust.

The factions have already begun to sabotage each other. The Iron Bear delivered the first blow of this new war without lifting a finger. Things are looking rough...

Welcome to the mini event!

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FOR THE PURPOSES OF REWARDS, since all of these prompts tie into the main plot in some way, we will count all qualified threads in this post as 2 point threads!
If you have questions about the game itself, please check out the premise, FAQ, and rules pages.

Threaded | Flat

shuten weapon purchasing;

( Shuten weapons are quite a bit different from the things in Tamamo's armoury. Not that Kate would admit it aloud, but the oni bastards get some good toys, and as far as she's concerned... Well. It's only strategically sound for her to try and see what's there, right?

Besides, who wouldn't want to get their hands on a pistol with an accuracy boosting enchantment? A girl's gotta protect herself when she barely cracks five foot, right? )

How much?

tamamo relaxation; (cw: aphro prompt in one part)

( Get your potions here! Chill out a bit!

Honestly, anyone who's seen Kate in the last few weeks will probably have noticed the tension in her shoulders. The amount of time she spends bouncing from training to Mizukume to one of three jobs, trying to hold her social life in order and make time to do all the unfortunate tasks of a human who needs to eat and call maintenance when the water stops working right would leave anyone looking that way, after all.

So, when the clan offers some potions, she's more than happy to say sure, why the fuck not and knock one back. Can't be worse than bottom shelf vodka, can it?

Here's where you choose your own adventure:
1. Nothing happens! It's just a placebo, and Kate is particularly agitated that they sold her sewer water. Or at least, what tastes like sewer water.

2. Relaxation time. Jackpot! The stress melts from Kate's body before she even finishes knocking back the potion vial. What's remaining is held out to the person in front of her — it's some good shit. Why don't you join her?

3. Stress time! Ah shit now you've gone and done it. Does the air here feel denser and heavier or is it just the way Kate is stalking past, shoving whoever's there out of her way with her shoulder. Move, she's late.

4. Horny option (age appropriate only). Uh. She knows this feeling and it's not normally the first reaction her body has to stress. Maybe not even to whoever's in front of her. But whatever. Any port in a storm, right? )

tamamo training;

( Now this? This is stress relief. At least, as long as she keeps her power sensing switched off in the main training area. Between the people and the weapons, everything radiates colour and power, overwhelming even before Kinsei shows up.

Best she avoids it, even if she knows it would be useful.

And speaking of useful... There's a talisman which catches her attention — a magical cage Kinsei introduces as a latest and greatest type of object. She turns to whoever's nearest, the first glint in her eyes for a while, and asks; )

Wanna see what it does?

bombs;

( It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

Kate has time to get above the city, to fling herself across rooftops and out of the blast radius. She knows she does. She's been planning this route since the mission was dropped in her lap. By the time the bomb engages, she should be well past Eye of the Tiger.

She doesn't even make it to the street the damn gym is on. The explosion shakes the foundations of Shuten territory as she approaches the edge of a building, fire spewing forth like cannonballs onto streets she's barely managed to get away from. Her balance slips as the store rooftop shudders beneath her feet, and it's only the grace of panic which allows her to grab the ledge and stop from falling. Eyes blown wide, hands scraping painfully against cement as she tries and fails to pull herself back up while the district shakes.

—Shit. Maybe it's a good thing she left her Tamamo badge behind, but she doubts it. She's not exactly an unknown face in these parts. Her fingers give out as the dust begins to settle, gravity yanking her back to ground with a painful shatter-snap of the arm she lands on, but even with vision searing white, she tries to pull herself along. If not up, then behind. Away from sight, bleeding and desperately trying to find something to assure her safety.

An injured fox in the oni den is little more than a target, after all. )

wildcard;

( Hit me with something else! You can bother me at exits / exits#8071 if you need to talk anything out. Just two notes:
1. Regarding the aphro prompt; I'd prefer to move anything actually smutty to ic inboxes or another post.

2. For plotting's sake, I'd rather her involvement in the bomb wasn't picked out by people responding to the previous prompt during the thread. Suspecting is totally fine but nothing more right now. )

i. Sutoku - Running with Wolves

[It might not have been too surprising to those who witnessed Heizou’s quick exit from the previous faction ‘get-together’ if he had not showed up to this one as well, but either he’s found something of interest here or the White Wolves got to him with their deadly puppy-dog stares, because here he is.

Exercise drills are no big deal to him and though he’s certainly breaking a sweat with how hard everyone is being put through their paces it doesn’t look as if he’s finding the exertion to be particularly difficult throughout the day. He can get some impressive height when he jumps for such a short guy, even with the inch-high soles on the sandals he’s wearing.

Ask him where the heck he’s getting all his energy from? Or maybe you want to challenge him to a competition? Or, maybe--]

Hey! Are you all right?

[Maybe a sprightly young man with his red-purple hair tied back in a high ponytail and his bangs sticking slightly to his forehead idles to an almost-stop next to you while you’re gasping for breath and/or trying not to die next to the track.] Need some water, or something? Hehe, you’re not looking so good.

ii. OTA - We Know Who You Are (note: the bomb will ultimately be defused by Barnaby Brooks, but feel free to tag in here!)

[It’s more notes to add to his case file (getting more complicated by the day, and it’s barely been a couple of weeks) when Iron Bear’s message plays on the evening news and Shuten’s territory is rocked by a violent explosion. It takes some time before the fire dies down enough for the detective to get into the area and take a look around and by then, there’s very little to be found (if there was ever anything at all), and he finds himself itching with irritated disappointment as he makes his way back to the Sutoku Alliance’s stomping grounds.

His mind is a web of theories and possible conclusions. If Iron Bear didn’t plant that bomb, then who, and why? Who would benefit from it? His lack of understanding of the more subtle politics of this place are playing against him here, leaving him far more frustrated than he’s used to being.

He’s down one of the many warren-like alleyways when he spies something strange through a half-open door. Heizou pokes his head inside, eyes narrowing as he steps into the room and over to the… device set up on a table against the wall furthest from the door. Though he isn’t certain to begin with just what it could be, the very sight of it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and it only takes a few moments of careful observation for him to realise what he has sitting in front of him.

And that he is completely, utterly unprepared to deal with it.]

… Shit. [He whispers. He backs up, out of the door he came in by, until his back hits the opposite wall of the alley and he almost jumps out of his skin.] Shit.

[A few moments later, Heizou comes walking out of the alley and onto the next street with an air of eerie calm about him. He glances up and down, chews his lip briefly, then takes a deep breath and shouts--]

I need someone down here who can defuse a bomb! If you can’t, you should start walking away quickly, in that direction. Immediately!

iii. Wildcard

[Wildcard! I'm open to any OTA prompts (just give me a heads up and I'll write up something!), as well as any post-bombing evacuation threads or someone finding this poor lad after the bomb he found is dealt with. Drop me a DM, hit me up on hardtostarboard or via Discord (hardtostarboard#7737)!]

Edited 2022-09-22 18:40 (UTC)

i. training day - shuten

[Alphen has felt a bit like a fish out of water for much of the time he's been here, but it's certainly not the first time he's felt like he doesn't quite fit. In that way, the mask might be a little symbolic: it's hard to fit in anywhere with an inexplicable hunk of iron covering half your face. But this kind of thing? Fighting, training? Sign him up, because this is what he lives for.

At first glance, his setup is fairly simple: wooden practice swords all ready to either run drills as a group, or face off one-on-one. But you'll notice nearby a pile of stones, all roughly flat and fist-sized, as well as a ball of twine.]

We're doing some weight training today. You can choose whether to tie them to your arms or your sword -- it's wooden, so you won't need to worry about damaging it. Let me know when you're ready, alright?

[Does he really expect you to strap rocks to your arms? Is this the reason for the practice swords? Doesn't he realize what an incredibly dumb idea this is? The answers are yes, yes, and unfortunately no, respectively.]

ii. tools of the trade - open

[He's no merchant, but this sort of weapon-handling (I know, i know) is also fairly up his alley. Alphen is happy to transport and protect weapons as well, of course --hey, a subquest is a subquest, and he's happy to help whatever NPC happens to need it-- but he's also fairly animated when it comes to sales pitches...for the swords at least, of which he has a decent selection at the moment.]

When it comes to swords, it really depends on your fighting style, I guess. A shortsword is good for speed, but if you're looking for something with a longer reach, you might want to try a longsword.

[He greets anyone looking at the weapons with a genial smile -- clearly, he's nerding out and happy to answer questions.]

iii. we know who you are - open

[A rumble, a minor tremor of the ground, and before Alphen can even think about how not right it all seems, a ball of flame is erupting into the sky. He springs into action immediately, as the explosion sends fire and debris raining down around anyone unfortunate enough to be in the area. He's uniquely equipped for this, and puts himself bodily between an unfortunate onlooker and the fire falling from the sky.]

Are you alright?

[For his part, if Alphen managed to get hit, he doesn't seem to notice.

He starts helping with recovery efforts as soon as they begin. Finding additional bombs isn't exactly in his wheelhouse, but he's here to assist -- when someone doesn't have him on muscle duty, he's getting people to safety and helping put out fires, among other tasks.]

iv. wildcard

[y'all know the drill, i'm open to any prompt and all wildcards. pm/discord (kribbit#6023)/posolutely if you wanna plot something else or want a different starter!]

Edited 2022-09-22 18:21 (UTC)

Jigoku's Got Talent: Part 2

[Well. This is probably a good thing. Apparently his performances from earlier in the month remained on a few people's minds and now that he was officially a member of the Alliance, he was sought out to do some judging? He couldn't very well refuse and he did fancy himself a keen eye when it came to talent, considering. This is a little more involved than just watching people perform late at night and leaving a note, or even training his own unit, but it's still not super crowded and he isn't the only one on the panel. Probably.]

[So you have two options. 1: You perform well. You either have experience that marks you as talented or you are an amateur, rough around the edges, but with unmistakable raw talent. You get a pass from Mayoi, but he does have a little to say afterwards.]

M-My vote is you pass. Congratulations, and ah, if you'd like to wait until we're finished, I have some notes I took that may be valuable to you.

[Or you fail. You're either objectively terrible or maybe you are genuinely trying your best but you don't quite hit his, remarkably high standards.]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! The gong is so loud, but! Um! I-I think you did your very best, but unfortunately it isn't what we're looking for ...ah, but if you'd like to discuss my criteria, I'll happily give you my notes.

[Of which he will have taken. Lots of. Mayoi is meticulous and thorough and you WILL know why he gave you the NOPE.]

Jigoku's got Talent: Part 2: Part 2

[You have not gone yet, but you are getting a little bit if practice in backstage. No one else seems to be around other than the occasional other contestant or the harried staff member.]

[Until you have the strangest feeling of being watched. It's hard to say where it's coming from, as no one else seems to be around, but then, suddenly, out of the corner of your eye- Mayoi appears.]

[He is holding out a very nicely written note out to you while he stares down and refuses to make eye contact.]

I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to surprise you! I just noticed you were practicing a-and ...I made some notes. If they will help you ...you are free to use them.

[Accept them or not, they are very well observed notes. A missed step you didn't notice, or perhaps the timing of a verse, or a small suggestion to try something in a different key or range. Whatever it might be, it's good advice.]

We Know Who You Are

[Hahaha, holy shit. This is actually really bad. Mayoi had caught himself thinking things were weirdly peaceful in this place in comparison to what he was used to back home, so of course he's immediately punished for his complacency.]

[He's on the streets when the explosion happens, and it's so sudden and so loud, Mayoi genuinely doesn't react until the screaming and sirens start. It takes nothing for the adrenaline to take over.]

[He's scared out of his mind but he can't turn away from this, so his body moves on it's own. His fear is simply too great that he doesn't feel it at all and he rushes towards the epicenter, looking for people who might be caught under debris or if there is anyone he can assist giving first aid. While the location could have been worse, it's still actually awful to witness once he's there.]

Please! I-I need some help, I can't lift this one my own!

[Whoever you are, Mayoi is going to call out to you while he tries to lift some chunk of metal off this poor bystander that had this misfortune of being too close.]

I. Chilling out (potentially flirting+, ask if you want it!)

[The problem with knowing Tamamo members is that occasionally you end up helping them with some... really odd requests. So here he is, ten minutes after having taken an odd potion, relaxing at a lounge in Tamamo territory with a book of poetry and a faint smile on his face. It's an exception, a nice change from the pointless pressure of Enma work, and he's enjoying reclining on some cushions with this nice book and absolutely no one to bother him. At the very least, this potion has him relaxed and sociable.

He smiles at whoever comes by, and he'll strike up conversation if someone takes a seat in his area.]

You don't happen to like poetry, do you?

II. Armed and armed

[Back to the Enma grind he goes, working harder than some. Usually he focuses on things that make him feel useful, but this feels like the worst kind of busy work... at first. It becomes almost a game after a while, Sannan trying to figure out what some of the more exotic weapons are for and how they're used, setting aside some quite discreetly for... well, the next prompt. But if you're coming by the Enma storehouse and you're of a mind to shop, here's your temporary (as long as his shift lasts) shopkeeper.]

Ah, not that one. It's too dangerous, I think. Let me tag it...

III. Friendly fire - closed to current CR

[So that squirreling away of weapons Sannan was doing? That's for his acquaintances and friends. If any of them are combatants without weapons, people who've never fought a day in their life, or just people he's really keen on, they're going to get a visit from him... He carries a long case that looks like it might be for some kind of athletic equipment when he shows up at their door, and he seems harried but at least content enough to see them that he does smile.]

We aren't beyond the point of tokens, are we? I brought you something.

IV. Bombs away

[When the first bomb goes off, he's nowhere near it. But when he hears of the subsequent bomb threats, he moves to assist as quickly as possible. It's technology that's beyond him, likely, and he knows it. While with a little time he could figure them out and help defuse them, he chooses to help evacuate the frightened residents with as cool and calm a temperament as he's ever had.

Little old lady youkai cling to him as he helps them cross the street. Children cry, and he hands them gently to someone who can soothe them. It's an odd display of genuine caring during work hours from him, and he's eager to continue to help for as long as he can.

But if you don't see him at his best, you might see him at his worst. His hair turns white, his eyes turn red, and he slips around a corner, away from the masses, hoping the bomb can spare just a few more minutes to let him collect himself.]

V. Wildcard

[Anything else? Hit me up on plurk at

hotpants or discord (Orion#8270)!]

weapons training (tamamo)

[ Oh, this is convenient. Ryoko doesn't have a drop of her own magic in her but that doesn't mean she can't get to grips with the magic provided by Tenkohime.

Her first instinct is to track down something like her own phaser. She's aware that she hasn't shut up about it since getting here, but it's not until she's pawing through the stores that she realizes just how unprotected she feels without it. She'd known this place was dangerous but as time goes by, she realizes just how out of her depth she really is here. So having a weapon is... sort of reassuring.

Or it would be, if she knew what literally any of these are. If you're around when she's rooting through the weapon stores, she might speak up with a – ]

[ ... like she's asking for cheese suggestions at the deli counter or something...

Once she's all kitted out though, she throws herself into the drills. It's immediately obvious that she doesn't really know what she's doing if she's left to her own devices and that her stamina is pretty poor, but she's nothing if not enthusiastic.

The big difference is when she gets her hands on one of the magic refractors – it's close enough to her gun that she immediately feels comfortable with it. Indeed, it's the only of the weapons so far that she seems familiar with. Honestly, almost too familiar? Like, should any teenage girl be that at ease with handling a gun and that good at firing it?? Her accuracy is top notch but really girl, who raised you.

She fires a few rounds before checking the remaining energy and giving a small tch of annoyance. ]

bomb tracking (open to all)

[ When she hears about the explosions, Ryoko's immediate response is a deep, primal sense of alarm and resignation. The sort of oh, it's happening again. finally. when you've been on tenterhooks waiting for something to go wrong and the eventual chaos comes almost as a relief. Her first instinct, before her common sense gets a say in the matter, is to try and summon her Sentinel. Of course it doesn't work and of course she knows it wouldn't have helped even if it did but–

But she can't do nothing.

It takes a while to put a plan together, but before too long Ryoko's out on her bike with the basket loaded with tools and seals from the Tamamo armory. It's like a sick little game of hot and cold, following the magic detection as best she can to try and find more of these bombs before they go off. It's dangerous, but it's far safer than just leaving them to explode.

She has more success than she expects. A lot more success, in fact. Enough so that each time she swerves off her bike to track down the next bomb, she also ends up sending out messages as publicly as she can with times, photos, locations. ]

Found another one. It's here.

[ She gives coordinates and posts a photo, just in case. ]

Someone get here and deal with it. I'm moving along to find the next one. If you want to make yourself useful, come find me and we'll track them together.

[ And then she's off again. She starts her search in Tamamo territory before slowly widening her search net as deep into other territories as she dares to go. If trespassing was ever forgivable, she thinks today might just be that day. She spends as much time as she physically can speeding around, but occasionally she can be caught having to park herself on the side of the road so she can gasp some air into her lungs. She's got the ugly red flush of someone over-exerting themselves, she's slick with sweat and her hair is wild, but within a minute of getting off the thing she's back on her bike – or uh, she's trying to get back on it, anyway. Looks like someone's a little lightheaded with exhaustion and stumbling like a fool as she tries to get on her way. ]

[A]NCIENT ARTS (TAMAMO)

[Found a weapon you like in the treasury? Zelgadis is here at the training area, a sheathed sword at his side. His face is shrouded in white, with just the one eye visible, as usual. That eye seems to be on you, or perhaps on a weapon you're carrying.]

Feel like trying it out?

[He places a hand on his sword hilt.]

Don't worry about holding back. I doubt you can hurt me.

[B]OMB RESPONSE - WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE (OTA)

[The explosion happens while Zelgadis is working his rickshaw driver job, pulling a passenger from Tamamo territory to a destination in Shuten territory. He's dressed in a black uniform with a fox embroidered on the back, his face obscured by a bamboo hat and a scarf pulled over his nose and mouth. Shortly after the blast happens, he's abandoning that rickshaw to run over and see what's happened. (And the passenger? They take off running in the opposite direction, away from the explosion.)

Nearby, the fire and flying debris causes the storefront of a ramen shop to collapse, blocking the doorway. Zelgadis grabs a large piece of debris and lifts it up, using his sturdy stone body to support it while a few trapped patrons flee under the opening he's created. But he doesn't drop the debris just yet. Instead, if he sees someone nearby, he shouts to them.]

Hey!

Someone's still inside here. They're injured.

[He's got his hands full keeping the doorway from collapsing again. Someone else is going to have to run in and pull that last civilian to safety.]

WILD[C]ARD

[Give me a different starter, or hit me up on

pzue, Journal PMs, or Discord DMs to plan something!]

i. BOMBS - ota

[Barnaby had been in Tamamo territory when the bomb went off, so he's nowhere near its immediate radius. All the same, he's close enough to hear it and feel it shake the earth itself, and soon after, a plume of smoke rises through the air, giving away its location.

It's strange, in this situation, not to have his hero wristband immediately buzzing to dispatch him on an emergency mission. But he doesn't need the prompt; he beelines all the same to the scene, where Shuten clan members are already picking through the debris, or else helping helping citizens out of nearby buildings. No doubt Enma's emergency services won't be far behind, but he still wants to help, his mind racing through a number of possibilities once he hears it was a bomb. He grabs the attention of the nearest person involved in the rescue efforts.]

Has the area been secured? There might be more bombs that have yet to detonate. [For all they know, they could be leading anyone rescued or evacuated straight into more danger.]

ii. NETWORK - ota

[Barnaby's search eventually takes him back to Tamamo territory, where he finds a bomb near Mizukume, and after alerting a local to spread the word to evacuate the surrounding streets, he defuses it. Immediately after doing so, he puts out a brief announcement on the network.]

My name is Barnaby Brooks Jr. I just located another bomb in Tamamo clan territory, in a disused soapland. I was able to disable it, but it's rigged with a failsafe that ignites the gas cans attached. If you're going to attempt to disarm any bombs yourself, please have a fire extinguisher ready, or something else equally effective at dousing the flames.

If you find a bomb and can't disable it, tell me where it is. I'll come to help you as fast as I can.

As a side note: can anyone explain why the bombs utilise gasoline? I may be a new arrival, but I was under the impression soul energy was the main power source here.

[He doesn't have time to contemplate such questions in depth when they're still in an emergency, but he'd sooner put the question out there now while it's still fresh in his mind.]

iii. WILDCARD

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i - running with wolves - sutoku

[This is excruciatingly dumb.

Training drills isn't exactly new as he was in a military, but it never involved anything like push-ups, sit ups, pull ups, etc. None of those will do or improve upon anything for a Cybertronian, and he had tried to make it clear to the White Wolves that he didn't need to attend the exercise. His insistence, however, was ignored, and he's given up on trying to fight against the White Wolves' demands the moment they said it was mandatory. And maybe the weaponized sad puppy stare him got to him, also. But to be fair, being a Cybertronian, his endurance is fairly higher than the typical human and he's able to keep up the pace for a long while. While mechanical in nature, anyone may be able to note that his movements during the exercises aren't robotic as his appearance may suggest. Rather, he's very life-like.

But still, to be put in physical trial after physical trial after physical trial will eventually even get the Cybertronian winded out.]

This is- a waste of- time.

[For him, specifically. Very much so. That aside, his vents are gasping and his mechanical voice sounds out of sort. Yes, even alien space robots who don't need air can be 'out of breath', in a sense.]

ii - we know who you are - ota

[Soundwave wasn't anywhere near the scene, but he heard the bomb went off and felt the ground shake. Adrenaline spiking, his body moves on his own, not wasting time to spring into action in case anyone need help.

Transformed into his alt mode, he swerves left-and-right around people running the opposite direction, away from the explosion. It helps that his alt mode is smaller here, so he isn't barreling anyone rushing to safety while he himself is rushing towards the epicenter.

Soon as he arrives, he hears cries of help coming from inside a store, trapped due to a large fiery debris blocking the doorway. With his strength, he's able to lift the large debris up with both hands, people fleeing from under the opening he gave them. Unfortunately though, that means he's stuck keeping the opening from collapsing again, and he can hear a cry from inside.]

You. [To the first person he sees that isn't running away.] There's still someone inside. Get them.

going h[a]lfsies
[bottom's up]

[ maybe you're looking around. maybe you're talking to someone else. maybe you're trying to ignore the hawkwers pushing off samples of god-knows-what in tamamo territory. but either way, you've turned your back for just a moment too long, and that's all the sign a vampire needs to strike.

by which i mean nazuna nanakusa taps you on the right shoulder, then approaches from the left, dangling an unmarked bottle between two fingers. the content is neon pink. it bubbles every few seconds. it looks, for lack of a better word, abhorrent. ]

Hey, hey... Check out what I just scored. Pretty cool, right? [ she taps at the glass with one black nail. it roils and burbles; she snickers. ] So? Wanna split a drink with a mysterious cutie?

[ that's her. she's talking about herself, if you didn't catch it. ]

electric [b]oogaloo
[jigokucho's got talent pt. 2]

[ anyone near the auditions who's met nazuna might question why a free-spirited vampire had signed up for such a thing. anyone who's even seen her might have some reasonable questions about where she managed to find a serafuku that fit her on such short notice. and any unlucky sutoku saddled with judging her might wonder what on earth she's intending to do, with her casual drawl and her less-than-promising introduction: ]

Yo. Nazuna Nanakusa, vampire. I'm here 'cause I heard there was money involved. [ she adjusts the mic, stretching in an astonishingly impolite way. ] Oh, I don't leave the house before six PM, so if you're looking for afternoon acts you're shit out of luck.

[ those are all dumb questions. because she's a vampire, she's a part of the night, and she does exactly what she wants. the real question is whether she's capable of the song she's trying to put on...

and regrettably, the answer appears to be yes. her voice is sweet - surprisingly decent for someone with no formal training, though certainly not professional by any stretch. but her command of the stage is effortless and simple, her demeanor becomes a part of the song as much as anything else, and she moves and dances with the grace only someone truly comfortable in their own skin can display.

the song ends. her eyes slowly open, her sensual gaze half-lidded and heavy. and then she says, without a hint of that earlier grace: ]

Well? Pretty sexy stuff, right?

vampiric res[c]ue
[we know who you are]

[ nazuna receives no warning, hears no announcements from the evening news. one moment, she is in shuten territory, looking at some "weapons" and doing her best to flirt her way into a discount - and the next, there is a terrible burst of sound from only blocks away, a sudden heat, a sudden pressure that burns at her insides. the windows beside her shatter; glass scrapes at her arms, her cheeks, drawing tiny rivulets of blood that only go capillary-deep.

something's just happened. something big has just happened. and even if she's not a part of this faction, she knows people who are. she takes off in a sprint, following the scent of smoke as her ears ache and ring. anyone she sees on the way gets a quick wave and a holler from someone who can't quite tell her own volume's off- ]

Oi! Get over here, dumbass! All hands on deck!

down and [d]irty
[bottom's up]
cw: aphro, likely NSFW; please specify if you want SFW for the prompt

[ it's been a long fucking night, and it's barely even midnight. the wounds on her arms have only barely finished healing; pink trails, raised skin are still visible where glass cut just a little too deep. people have been running around, finding bombs all over the place. bombs, according to some kind soul on the network, made from gasoline - bombs made by someone not used to this place's own methods.

(she has her own thoughts on what that means. she doesn't bother bringing them up. it's obvious, right?)

maybe that's why she takes the first thing she's offered without thinking, uncorking it and downing it in a single go. "a way to make the stress go away" - hah. yeah, maybe for some people. but for a vampire, for someone that takes feeding and fucking hand in hand? for someone like her?

yeah. she's horny and hungry now. this sucks. this really, really sucks.

she's found an alleyway to bide in her time in, shivering in her coat and trying to wait out whatever it is that's in her system. not like she can go see levi or kou like this, after all. but when every shift of her clothing makes her bite her lips, when every breeze that passes by draws an honest-to-god gasp from her lips... it's a lot right now. ]

jok[e]rs wild
[wildcard/ooc notes]

[ sorry for multiple top-levels, there was just so much i wanted to do for this one! as always, you can hit me up at beelzebae if you're more interested in a custom starter, and i'm always down to plot things that weren't brought up here! ]

A. weapons training 1: talismans

Jin Guangyao had regained some of his cultivation for this purpose, to help train any who are unfamiliar with qi and cultivation to work on learning how to use talismans. He would also work on teaching how to make them as well, to any who would be interested. This was familiar, like watching his own nephew's education again. This was easier though. He could be himself an teach the type of survival that this clan and he himself excelled at.

"Now if you want to deal any real damage with a fire talisman, just blow a bit of air with your qi and if you do not have that, a fan should do the job. This will spread the flames for an ideal distraction." with a quick motion of his wrists he demonstrated this. The training wall they were using for this purpose bursting into flames.

"Ideally you should expend as little energy as you can for as much damage you can do. In survival saving your stores for when you really need it can mean life or death.

B. Weapons training: melee and projectiles

"This is a thin wire, you can use to garrote your enemies. It is a useful weapon you can sew into your clothing, and keep as a last resort." he curled up the qin wire he was holding up as demonstration back up his sleeve.

"For now how about we set down some stun traps in the alleyways and see what we can catch and how well they work before we may actually need them, what do you think?"

C. Search and rescue.

The explosion was reminiscent of the war, he had to shove down the aching fear of the memory of fire as he moved quickly, hopping into assist in the rescue of those caught in the fire near the Shuten warehouse. He was lucky that he was coming back from the underground clinic and had his medpack slung over his shoulder kneeling down to lift a small Tanuki under an arm and bringing him to a Tamamo building.

Though moving through an alley he hears an ominous ticking sound. He grabbed the person nearest to him and dragged them undercover.

"Quick get down!"

The explosions made his ears ring.

i. running with wolves (sutoku)

[Well, this certainly brought back memories of her military training. This isn't anything new to her, and if anything, she feels thrilled to be able to train again. Donned in her training gear, which is just a simple jet black top, and some shorts, it showcases her abs, and her muscles quite well. She is ready for this mandatory drill, to say the least.

However, she knows that some people aren't prepared, and you'll find her with the new trainees who look like they're about to absolutely die from being overworked. They're moaning, and groaning about the pain of exercise being too much, and Marie is helping them cheer up as best as she can. Although, some of them look like they're actually dead on the floor, dying in a mess of their own sweat.

Marie, on the otherhand, is sweating herself, but she looks pretty excited to be here. Even doing some pushups to prepare her for the next round of tests.]

ii. we know who you are
[Well, that's certainly one way to get the factions at each other's throats.

Marie had been minding her own business, watching the television in her room when she noticed the news anchor acting strange. Then, the tape plays, and then all hell breaks loose. The tremors of the bomb going off actually reaching her bedroom, and shaking the building and it's entirety.

Once the bomb goes off, she peeks her head out of the window, and notices that there's a cloud of smoke over at Shuten's territory, and that's where she's headed. Scythe ready, prepared to rescue anyone who needed rescuing. And well. To fight, if she had to fight. She certainly didn't want to fight any friends that she made here, but...

She decides not to think about that for now, and makes her way to Shuten's territory. Already moving debris out of the way, and searching for anyone caught in the blast zone.]

Hey! I'm here to help!

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jigokucho's got talent, part deux

[ Conscripted again. Totoko's starting to hate this. Really, she was more excited to perform and show off to all of the peons in town that she was still lightyears ahead of everybody else. Kind of. Maybe. Instead, she's sitting in as a judge, keeping an eye on the proceedings. Getting irritated if she's being forced to sit through something awful... and commenting-- ]

Next.

[ ...or getting close to royally pissed off if she's sitting through something good. ]

That was fine. It passes. Next.

[ There's nothing bitter or jealous here, no sir. ]

running with wolves

[ Wait, she didn't actually plan on going out to the wasteland--

Not that it mattered, it looked like she was going to have to do it. This was such a pain in the ass! She wasn't made for all of this hard work! She wasn't athletic at all! She wasn't meant to run and sweat all day!

She's fucking killing it.

She's complaining the whole way, and she's not supernaturally good, but it's very clear that she's in shape and absolutely has great upper-body strength. Without any hesitation, during a break, she grabs a towel and water, and after dabbing at her face and taking a long drink, she sighs and goes-- ]

Are we done yet?!

we know who you are

[ Totoko didn't spend much time in the Shuten territory, generally sticking to where she knew she'd be recognized and safe just in case anyone got any stupid ideas. As a result, she heard a rumbling nearby and thought it was some dumb muscleheads rumbling or something like that.

It wasn't until she heard the ruckus grow closer, heard rumors of more bombs in the town, that shit finally started getting real to her.

Fuck that. She had to get the fuck out of there. Totoko takes off running in a direction, not sure even where there the hell there was to hide in a place like this. She was worried about herself, naturally, first and foremost. There's a few moments where she panics and considers looking for someone else, but she was going to hope they were okay. Maybe. With one of them in particular she decides to track down.

Otherwise, she's trying to get the fuck away, running down alleyways to see how she can escape. Or, maybe it looks like, find a shortcut towards helping someone? No, it's absolutely not, but if it looks like it, that's good enough? ]

wildcard

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[Weapons, weapons and more weapons!]

[Well, he's got a room full of weapons and there's no time like the present. Tsuna doesn't look especially thrilled to be here, but he also isn't freaking out around the large quantity of weapons.

Instead, he just starts sorting, setting up tables to separate the weapons before any thought of testing occurs. Explosives are handled carefully and kept away from the other weapons. Swords and tonfas are looked after almost reverentially. He handles spears gently and guns even more so. At one point he can be seen gingerly moving a bazooka and looking terrified while doing so. But despite that, he almost seems comfortable in what he's doing.]

Okay, I think I'm almost done...

[ooc: just the one prompt, but further plotting can occur at

urbaninja]

JIGOKU'S GOT TALENT

[ There's one particular judge on this evening's panel that has built up a bit of a reputation for being a tough customer. Megumi's been buzzing out any sort of act that even mildly annoys or confuses him, the expression on his face coldly stoic and with little cheer this whole time. Is this broody-looking young man even a teenager at all? He hasn't laughed or smiled a single time; not when the clowns were throwing pies at each other, not when some poor girl was nervously trying to sing, and definitely not when a group of scantily-clad dancers were shaking their asses on stage (It's all a 'No' from him). One would think he has a chip on his shoulder. Truthfully, he's just like this.

Maybe your character signed up to join, or they got conned into it and pushed onto the stage. Either way, they will face one of the harshest judges in the Sutoku Alliance, and he sits there with his arms crossed, that same, cold look on his tight-lipped face. ]

What are you going to show us? Get on with it.

[ There's a subtle annoyance to his monotonous tone, like he's seen so many irritating things today and he's had enough. ]

If you do anything inappropriate with a rubber chicken, it'll be an immediate 'No' from me.

[ What cursed content has he seen on stage today???

Also open to other Sutokus being a judge with him! Megumi is Rank 2 and generally known around the meeting room as that humourless, know-it-all kid who makes animals. ]

WHITE WOLF GYM CLASS (SUTOKU)

[ This fucking guy. This fucking guy was recently gassed up by his seniors in the White Wolf Guard, and while he consistently turns away shyly when they talk about him, he's also emboldened beyond belief during the actual training sessions. Behind that stoic, gloomy demeanor he puts up, he's really just a teacher's pet, after all, and he's just soaking in those compliments from his furry seniors today.

Unfortunately for everyone else, this means they get bossed around by a teenager today, whether or not they outrank him in the Alliance. Sorry for this. ]

[ A: GENERAL SPARRING - It's only natural that the Guard would want the Alliance members - especially the ones less ready for combat - to improve their general fighting skills. There's an open area set up for 1 on 1 matches between members, and Megumi's spending much more time in this station than most of the others, almost like it's a fun activity for him. He'll wave over anyone who happens to make eye contact with him. ]

We'll have a go. Whoever can hold the other down for 10 seconds wins the round.

[ The expectation is to not use abilities, but who knows how crazy things will get! ]

[ B: GENERAL SENPAI ABUSE - This is not exactly a White Wolf Guard-sanctioned training, but something he's taken from his life back home. If your character makes eye contact with Megumi (again, unfortunate), he will approach them and summon a large, werewolf-like creature from the shadows. This creature approaches your character, and is motioning to pick them up???? ]

Falling practice. [ That's all he says. Megumi pls. ]

[ C: GENERAL CHILL TIMES - So they've done all that the White Wolf Guard have asked of them today, everyone is pretty much knackered, and it's time to relax! Rather than relax on the ground with his faction-mates, however, Megumi appears to be sneaking off somewhere, and he's just taken a packet of beef jerky from his backpack.

When someone spots him, he starts to get shy, hiding that packet behind his back. ]

... you need something? [ >_> ]

WE KNOW WHO U R

[ A: RESCUE EFFORTS - There's no gentler way to put this. While most would be running from the fire that breaks out, or standing there in shock, this young man appears to be running towards the fire itself, assessing the situation and looking very much like he will be running into that burning building pretty soon. Beside him are two wolves, and they are pointing him at that building, alerting him to the fact that there are definitely people within who need saving.

Yet, Megumi's also a hypocrite, and if he sees your character standing around or doing the same thing as him? He's going to scold them for it, grabbing their shoulder to catch their attention. ]

What are you standing here for?! Go! Get out!

[ B: DEFUSING BOMBS - Those wolves of his truly are versatile, able to pick up immediately on anything that smells off in the city. Right now, it's that faint scent of gasoline, hidden away in various locations around the city. Given that one bomb has set off, it's easy to assume that others will also, in time. Presently, his dogs have picked up a scent and they're on the trail, and he's bumped into some like-minded people along the way. ]

Finding them won't be a big problem. [ Given that his two wolves already seem to have locked on to the scent of one such bomb, their tails wagging and their noses pressed to the ground as they lead the way. ]

It's what we're going to do about them after we find them.

[ He doesn't have experience diffusing a bomb, and he's hoping he's run into someone with any sort of skills that might help. Otherwise, they'll have to work out another solution together. ]

[ OOC: idek do whatever with me .... PM me for plotting ]

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[ Event prompts here. ]

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i - tools of the trade;

[ Selling weapons is a good way for Kurogane to get an idea for the quality and types of weapons that are in circulation here, so he isn't all too put out by the fact that he's been put up to sell them.

His customer service, however, isn't very good. ]

What do you want?

[ He sounds almost entirely uninterested in hearing what it is, but this is definitely a step above from telling someone to hurry up and pick something, at least. He's making a real effort! ]

ii - we know who you are;

[ The explosion takes him by surprise, but his reactions are quick enough that he immediately gets behind cover without a second thought, leaving him relatively unscathed. However, the general area around him certainly isn't.

The moment Kurogane spots someone else, he quickly makes his way over, either helping them up or pulling any debris that might have fallen onto them over to the side. ]

You injured?

[ As he asks, he'll do a quick scan for any obvious injuries anyway. ]

iii - wildcard;

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today, manjiro woke up feeling a little peculiar. he's always been stronger than most, a decade of impeccable training and prodigy, but the amount of shit he broke today is absolutely off the charts and unprecedented in every way. toraguma's comment he should check the arena also doesn't fly over his head - he doesn't like the idea, never has, but there's a feeling he can't shake. he has got to figure out exactly why he feels both temptingly odd and freakishly right at the same time, not that he's a stranger to the contrast. training day is going to be fascinating.

𝐢. 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐰 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

(he's seen the fights inside, and for the most part out of wonder, he sticks around to check where everyone's skill lie. he's seen people perform the unimaginable already, and from talks and observance, he wonders how he'll perform.

except - he gets bored and fidgety easily, and he can't help but notice the height of most surpassing his own. mikey's main weapon is his flexibility, to be honest, which allows his foot to reach temples with full power. as his turn doesn't come, one can find him a little further from the fight, in a stretch position as he watches the commotion.

emotionless, he just comments with a smidge of contempt:)

Huh. Thought he'd last longer.

(once he makes it to the fight though, ah, he sees it now. his strength has grown in ways he has never experienced, and he's having the time of his life. there are many at his feet, and mikey can be found bruised, blood on his fair skin, and he spits a good amount of scarlet on the floor as he cracks his knuckles.)

Who's next?

(ooc note: we can rgn or discuss results, you're welcome to message me!)

𝐢𝐢. 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐰 𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭 & 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

(initiation at late night goes right down the drain because mikey is an atrocious lightweight who drank three shots of whatever it is that they granted him, and now he's got his hair loose as he tries to tie the long strands into a proper ponytail and...

he just can't! do! it! because every time the golden locks are gathered in his hands, he feels the urge to puke, and he folds to hurl into the trashcan he stole for himself.

never. give. manjiro. sano. alcohol. again. he's fucked up.)

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬

(nowhere near him is there a television, although he sees that there is a menacing silence as if the town has gone mute beyond belief as he wanders the blocks of the shuten district, more guns and weapons need to be transported, and while he's not particularly pleased about that job, it is how it is. contracts and influence are more significant than his pride as it stands.

and so is the deafening rumble not too far from him. his eyes, empty as ever, goggle in concern - none of the manji or any of his new friends are in sight. he won't hesitate to enter the burning stores and buildings, his voice resonant from his lungs:)

Are you guys in here?! Baji?! Takemitchy?! Mitsuya?! Kenchin... Kazu?! Anyone in here?!

𝐢𝐯. 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 & 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

(well, yeah! go for it. for the fighting prompt, as stated, feel free to msg me on plurk at newmeatjb, on discord at jade#2897, or even pm if you want to rng results or discuss it! everyone's also welcome to boop me for overall plotting!

he'll be transporting and dealing with weapons, drinking and fighting at the initiation, and going around like a psychopath madman looking for his people once the bomb goes off. have at it at your leisure!)

I: Toys for Good Children (a)

[Azula is going to be on the particularly zealous end of dealing with would-be bounty hunters, so she'll be among those Enma officers cracking down on weapons dealers and distributors very hard. Caught in the act? Tricked into a sting? Cooperating? Maybe you're totally innocent, and Azula's just being Azula, which is to say 'awful.' Either way, she's going to be trying to confiscate your goods.]

II: Toys for Good Children (b) [Locked to Enma]

[Speaking of confiscated goods, my word, there are a lot of them. Fellow Enma might notice that Azula has been spending a lot of her department shifts dealing with the extra weaponry, helping to catalog and sort the excess and determine which can be, uh... returned? Let's go with 'returned.' It's probably fine.]

III: We Know Who You Are

[Her routine had her pretty close to Shuten territory when the bomb went off. Because she was outside (and didn't own a TV anyway,) she had absolutely no warning before the explosion happened, and no idea what was going on. It wasn't until the notifications went out to the Department members that she had any indication of what had happened, and by then she was already rushing toward the bomb site.

Fire and Rescue beat her there, of course- she's fast, but she's still on foot- but she seems, for once, to be in a reasonably... altruistic? Let's pretend it's altruistic. A reasonably altruistic mood, and she'll be trying her best to make herself useful, despite not having access to the building.

Once she's done there, she's going to be joining in on the bomb searches, and particularly in helping with any fires caused by bombs being defused. She'll likely be focused on Enma territory, but she's basically going wherever she thinks she can be useful- she's in a helpful mood. Congratulations, you might just find yourself in the exceptionally rare position of being rescued from fire and explosions by Azula!]

IV: Wild Card

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Training day

[This is exactly what Draken needed, a good old training montage. He's trying his best at the test of physical strength, trying to hit everything as hard as he possibly can. Then comes the arm wrestling. He'll turn to anyone nearby and smirk.]

Come on, try it, let's see who's better.

Bottom's Up

Gross, this tastes horrible.

[Draken took a bottle offered to him, and even though it tastes terrible, he starts feeling a lot more relaxed. Way too relaxed.]

Oh...

[He swears he can feel colours.]

This is nice.

[Draken's going to walk around, staring into everything that has any colours that speak to him, and just vibe.]

We know who you are (cw: blood)

[Draken was way too close to the impact site. Way too close.He was watching the news on a store's tv when the blast came. His body didn't fall back until he got hit in the head with something, and now the impact site is bleeding, but he doesn't know how bad it is. He looks at his hands, which are covered in soot, and curses under his breath. Can't cover the wound with those.

He needs to know if the others are ok, but with blood on his face he knows, for a fact, that he'll scare anyone. Time to find some sort of bandage, or anything to cover his wound with.]

Fuck...

[He's starting to get dizzy so this isn't ideal. So he's going to rest against a wall, away from the fire and smoke, and just breathe.]

Sutoku - Running with Wolves

Ugggh. [look, he's not a huge fan of mandatory training anyway, and now he has to do it in front of a bunch of strangers (near-strangers) without his brothers there? granted, if leo was here he'd probably be making fun of donnie, but it's still not how he wanted to spend his afternoon. he has work to do, actual work, not fake training that's just glorified fitness club.] Is this- really necessary?

[despite the complaints however, he...actually seems to be doing pretty well. an unusually fit nerd maybe. the sprints, the jumps, the exercises don't seem to be testing donatello overly much. he smacks around a training dummy with a sense of familiarity. he's even pretty quick, faster than might be expected of a turtle, though he really starts to lag on the long-distance stamina tests. this is why he only competes in tech-assisted cross-country races, thank you.]

.we know who you are.

[the speech is creepy, familiar in the way that a tyrannical despot usually is. the ferocious vie for control, the introduction of fear over diplomacy. not that donatello expected much from a guy who calls himself the iron bear, article included in the name.

still, he's not worried. not until a loud sound has him flinching down, arms over his head, not until his his head stops ringing and he looks up to see something very clearly in the shuten territory very, very much on fire. not until people start rushing past him, pushing and scrambling, screaming as they nearly trample an old youkai.

not until donnie realizes it's near the arenas. the arenas leo had been talking about checking out.

donnie doesn't check on who he's shoving out of his way. after a second of barely making it a foot forward through the crush of bodies, he gives up and climbs atop a particularly tall youkai, leaping from its shoulders onto a nearby storefront overhang. he climbs to the top of the building and starts leaping from structure to structure. sometimes it's a stand and it topples with his weight or force. sometimes the building is too far and donnie scrapes up his fingers scrabbling for handholds.

it's not until he's back on the streets closer to the fire, feeling the heat and stench of incendiary chemicals washing over him that his panic finally catches up as if he'd managed to outrun that, too.

donatello cups his hands around his mouth.] Leo! [no answer. the fire makes the sky look orange and gold. smoke boils up. they don't have their powers or weapons. leo can't teleport without his swords. the trackers don't work, donnie can't find leo, what if he's alone, what if he's trapped-] Leonardo!

[if you're nearby and not bleeding -hell, even if you kind of are- donnie grabs your wrist, your arm, whatever he can reach. especially if it looks like you've been clearing rubble or caught in a blast.] Have you seen my brother?! Turtle, blue mask?

Edited 2022-09-23 03:59 (UTC)

❅ TAMAMO, cw: potential sexual content, smut option
IT MAY NOT ACTUALLY BE ANYTHING, BUT I LIKE TO THINK MYSELF CAPABLE.

POTIONS. [ perhaps, had the circumstances been different, mort wouldn’t have found himself as curious about these shady products as he had. it was in a dragon’s nature to always approach matters with more inquisitiveness. this is likely only exacerbated by the sheer fact that he tended to be whimsical in nature, and typically too confident to really think on consequence. it isn’t that he didn’t think things through, but that he simply presumed all matters would work themselves out as they normally had for him. besides, it isn’t like he often spared thought outside the art of war and/or creating his rival from the ground up.

hence, he’s here, curiously staring down at a bottle. ]

a. [ almost as if completing a good deed, mort seems entirely keen on pressing a portion curiously close to nearest person’s face, a genial smile on his face as he presents it like one would a gift. ] Drink it. [ a pause, as he thinks to correct himself.

perhaps, offer a little more of a push. ] Consider it an act of good will. [ … because obviously this is the most convincing thing to say. but, while it didn’t hold much weight here, he does recall it was quite effective back at home. ]

b. - NSFW? [ seeing as how it hasn’t yielded the results he sought in others, he does take it upon himself to be his own guinea pig— or guinea dragon?? while he did have his reservations (though, he was more concerned about the idea that it would power him up… mort found great displeasure in being any stronger than he was, even in a place where he didn’t normally have his usual strength), he decides to simply take this metaphorical leap of faith.

what he doesn’t expect, however, is the strange sensation that eventually builds within him. even in his own world, he was immune to most poisons and ailments, so it’s a surprise when he feels anything at all. even more so when it’s such a foreign feeling…

while the heat was akin to the adrenaline he felt in the midst of battle, it took on a slightly different undertone. it’s a subtle switch and he can’t deny that due to it he feels a bit more … raw and vulnerable. but, not in a weak and pathetic way. somehow, he feels oddly… affectionate? it’s a peculiar word that he eventually settles on, before he opens his mouth. ] Hm, I’ve never felt like this before… [ …. and he almost sounds genuinely confused? ]

ANCIENT ARTS. [ despite being able to master most martial arts and whatever skills his father found necessary for him to acquire knowledge on at a relatively young age, it doesn’t seem he toyed with new weapons often. no, if a weapon was more powerful, that normally meant his life would be that much more boring and colorless. an act and concept he would never have been able to forgive.

but, that isn’t to state he wasn’t curious to try what was offered here. not to battle with, necessarily, but to simply see for himself. after all, dragons were all about seeing into the true nature of things. hence, he all too easily picks up a few weapons, perhaps even laying a few traps…

if one almost blows up in someone’s face, he’s all too easy to smile lightheartedly. ] Ah, it seems to have missed.

[ lol. wherein he is equipped with zero remorse. ]

❅ WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
BUT, I MAKE NO PROMISES THAT I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.

a. [ this was looking relatively grim for some people.

altruism was never a part of mort’s modus operandi, but that isn’t to state that he was flexible with the idea of assisting someone when his whims would permit it. hence, maybe it looks like a piece of rubble is falling someone’s way, or perhaps, he merely shields someone without fully realizing it, at any rate, once he does catch onto it, he’s quick to follow-up with a: ]

You may be indebted to me now.

b. [ perhaps, instead, mort is attempting to rope someone into his own curious schemes. after all, finding a bomb may be a little interesting. or perhaps, there mere thought of capturing those who would do such a thing was an exciting enough prospect.

either way, mort will pick anyone and state his request as if it were an order. ] Lend me your hand.

❅ WILDCARD!!
HIT ME UP!!

[ hit me up with anything! i am also really flexible with the potion prompts, so it doesn’t need to be smut. just lmk and we can change the direction of the thread to idk… a feet prompt or something. i’m flexible! pm me or feel free to hit me up on plurk @ peonies. ]

[The call to action is something he knows all too well, but his prior experiences have never resulted in a situation like this. He's used to blasting around at high speeds and throwing out all sorts of energy heavy functions - offensive and otherwise - without needing to concern himself with preserving any of it. Whether he was operating with a potent enough power source or a nice quick recharge was on hand, it left very little room for lessons in moderation for Metal to learn.

So it's no surprise that here, trying to maintain what power he had and what little he could generate himself by operating in a limited fashion, that the first big situation that required his full attention left him drained. What feels like moments ago to him he was darting around, defusing bombs and clearing rubble, but it's the sudden way he halts and falls, or perhaps drops a piece of debris he may have been holding up for you, that's a clear indicator of his weakness. His body's becoming unresponsive.

He's still trying to get up though.]

Unacceptable.

[His hand gives way to his weight. He slips and falls again, head hitting the ground.

And he still tries. He quite literally won't ever stop.]

(I originally hadn't planned on top levelling but I was struck with a Need for this kind of prompt when I woke up, so I'm throwing it out here. If anyone wants to do anything else with Metal I am able to tag around like crazy so please lemme know here or just add me on plurk

obscureinternetreference so we can hash something out! Closed pompts also available on request.)

bottoms up, face down (look it's the potentially nsfw prompt)

[ Kojirou was very used to being functionally immune to mind-altering substances like the drugs laid before them. It was one of his Personal Skills, a fact of life grafted onto his person not because he had any special resistance to poisons and magic in life, but because he had achieved something akin to enlightenment after years of dedicated martial training. He simply refused to be distracted and believed his blade would cut true.

That is to say that:
1) It is not something that can be fully taken away just because the Lost Souls come in depowered
2) It is not that he does not feel fear, or stress, or all of the other potentially debilitating feelings. It is that he knows how to put them aside when the need is great, like when a mountain of meat and stone is barreling at you with murderous intent.

So here is what happened: he had tried a bunch of the potions, but been dragged off to do weapons training before he could decide if they worked at all.

They had. And that evening, after everyone had packed up, the excitement of the terror attack over, Kojirou can be found alone, wandering Jigokucho area with an aura of intense... Something radiating from him. ]

Hrmmmmmm. [ The samurai walks a lonely road, grumbling like an engine. His prized haori is tattered and torn, his long hair slightly singed. He is clearly Dealing With Things. ]

You. [ The wild and tired looking Assassin points at the first Lost Soul he meets. ] Will you be the one to sate me?

Tamamo Training

[ Flashback to earlier in the day, when he was still ignoring the cocktail of juices stirring dark thoughts in the back of his mind.

Kojirou is looking through the pile of magical weapons before him, giving each one a suspicious shake and turn over before putting them back down. ]

Parlour trick. Parlour trick. I heard we were going into the wastes, what are we going to do this this? Have you lost your senses, giving this to untrained users?

[ He does not seem to be in a good mood, that's for sure. ]

Why don't you prove you can swing a stick before you try pointing one of those at anyone?

[ Is he threatening an NPC? Bothering you? Either way he is here to extol the virtues of a simple length of wood. ]

Toys, toys, toys!

[ Later, before the bombs go off but after Kojirou is done with the training, he can instead be found digging through police surplus. Like military surplus, but more corrupt!

Most of the truly dangerous items seemed to still be locked up in an evidence cell somewhere, and that was probably for the best. He could at least trust an Enma operative to give him a half decent fight with one of them, not watch a small-timer chop off their arm with some sort of magic chain swordchuck.

Besides, he was looking for much more boring and sturdy stuff. ]

This, and this.

[ He picks up a spool of rope and an extremely boring hunting knife, satisfied with himself.

Try to ignore the fact that his idea of a "police surplus sale" seems to be ambushing a bunch of low rent thugs after an Enma officer had "leaked" the weapons back into the streets and pocketing them himself, or that he's been leaving a trail of destruction but leaving all the good stuff just lying there on the ground. ]

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[ anything else? Want to discuss first? Hit me up at either Ski#0479 or on Plurk @ Skiiage ]

Edited 2022-09-23 12:45 (UTC)

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