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jigokulogs2022-03-12 10:14 am
worldbent) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-12 10:14 am
OPEN ➸ March Catchall
Who ⬤ Matoba Seiji and you!
What ⬤ Chasing cats, snooping around, and generally being a menace to society.
When ⬤ Throughout the month, post-mingle and pre-Night Parade
Where ⬤ Various clan's territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Nothing yet! Will add as needed
a. Tamamo Territory - Cat and Mousetoba
Here, Nyankichi~
[Matoba allowed himself a precious few guilty pleasures. Despite the disdain he had for basically everything currently around him, even he had his biases when it came to youkai. A monster was a monster, but some monsters were more worthy than others- or cuter, anyway. The Tamamo clan's territory was rife with cats everywhere, strolling down the streets, lazing about on pieces of wall, watching passers-by with caution. It just so happened that those cats were also cunning and dangerous bakeneko, ancient creatures whose power could be both fearsome and useful.]
[And yet here is Matoba, geta sandals clack-clacking on the stones of the street as yet another bakeneko catches wind of him tss-tssing towards it with what he thinks is a friendly smile, and quickly abandons its sleeping spot to flee, pattering away on the wind, or into the thick of a crowd. The man stops in the street watching after it, and sighs.] Ah. There it goes…. I even went and got them treats this time.
[He looks kind of disappointed. How long has he been at this?]
b. Shuten Territory - A Shoujo in a Shounen World
[This territory was easy to understand, and thus Matoba felt at ease here. As long as one minded their business and looked like they could hold their own, he was unlikely to be caught up in anything troublesome. He hides under the cover of a paper parasol with a longbow slung over his back and strolls down the street, in search of a shop from which he could procure good arrows.]
[But fights were not possible to entirely avoid. More than once he slips down an alleyway to meet the midst or ends of a fight, narrowly sidestepping a fighter sent flying into a wall beside him or finding the winner shaking off the tension.]
[Are you on the losing end, leaving a Looney-Tunes shaped hole in a building? Or the one that's walking away from the scene victorious? Either way, Matoba tilts his umbrella's edge to smile at you, perhaps trying to look… supportive.] Oh my, are you alright?
c. Enma Administrative District - Death's Door
[After several conversations to the effect, Matoba Seiji has come to the conclusion that he is probably not dead.]
[Which begs the question of why exactly he is here. Having been rushed out of the processing center upon arriving before his questions were sufficiently answered, and found little other information or answers around the city elsewhere, he finds himself back at the towering Pillar of Heaven, ready to face that beauracratic grind.]
[There's a chance that someone might be available to see him, he's told, but there would be a wait. He's given yet another ticket, and sent on his way again.]
A wait time of several months, hmm…. [He's stuck frowning at his ticket until he notices a fellow Lost Soul exiting out of the building, and meets your eyes. He smiles. Ah, how fortunate!]
Pardon me, but might you be working in this office?
d. Sutoku Territory - Cursed Object
[Matoba is sitting alone at a table in a café space, a strawberry parfait to his right and the smartphone he'd been given by his superiors on the right. His face is one of a man at an impasse- it's high noon, and only one side of this tug of war can be the victor.]
[Scrutinizing the phone carefully, he gives a careful tap, and then another, wary as if something unexpected may come out of the phone at any moment—]
Sorry. I didn't quite get that.
I didn't give you permission to speak, [He says to the phone, coldly, jabbing at the screen again. He's been in a cold war with this phone for days.]
[Please help thisboomer Gen Xer baby, he has no idea what he's doing]
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What ⬤ Chasing cats, snooping around, and generally being a menace to society.
When ⬤ Throughout the month, post-mingle and pre-Night Parade
Where ⬤ Various clan's territories
Content Warnings ⬤ Nothing yet! Will add as needed
a. Tamamo Territory - Cat and Mousetoba
Here, Nyankichi~
[Matoba allowed himself a precious few guilty pleasures. Despite the disdain he had for basically everything currently around him, even he had his biases when it came to youkai. A monster was a monster, but some monsters were more worthy than others- or cuter, anyway. The Tamamo clan's territory was rife with cats everywhere, strolling down the streets, lazing about on pieces of wall, watching passers-by with caution. It just so happened that those cats were also cunning and dangerous bakeneko, ancient creatures whose power could be both fearsome and useful.]
[And yet here is Matoba, geta sandals clack-clacking on the stones of the street as yet another bakeneko catches wind of him tss-tssing towards it with what he thinks is a friendly smile, and quickly abandons its sleeping spot to flee, pattering away on the wind, or into the thick of a crowd. The man stops in the street watching after it, and sighs.] Ah. There it goes…. I even went and got them treats this time.
[He looks kind of disappointed. How long has he been at this?]
b. Shuten Territory - A Shoujo in a Shounen World
[This territory was easy to understand, and thus Matoba felt at ease here. As long as one minded their business and looked like they could hold their own, he was unlikely to be caught up in anything troublesome. He hides under the cover of a paper parasol with a longbow slung over his back and strolls down the street, in search of a shop from which he could procure good arrows.]
[But fights were not possible to entirely avoid. More than once he slips down an alleyway to meet the midst or ends of a fight, narrowly sidestepping a fighter sent flying into a wall beside him or finding the winner shaking off the tension.]
[Are you on the losing end, leaving a Looney-Tunes shaped hole in a building? Or the one that's walking away from the scene victorious? Either way, Matoba tilts his umbrella's edge to smile at you, perhaps trying to look… supportive.] Oh my, are you alright?
c. Enma Administrative District - Death's Door
[After several conversations to the effect, Matoba Seiji has come to the conclusion that he is probably not dead.]
[Which begs the question of why exactly he is here. Having been rushed out of the processing center upon arriving before his questions were sufficiently answered, and found little other information or answers around the city elsewhere, he finds himself back at the towering Pillar of Heaven, ready to face that beauracratic grind.]
[There's a chance that someone might be available to see him, he's told, but there would be a wait. He's given yet another ticket, and sent on his way again.]
A wait time of several months, hmm…. [He's stuck frowning at his ticket until he notices a fellow Lost Soul exiting out of the building, and meets your eyes. He smiles. Ah, how fortunate!]
Pardon me, but might you be working in this office?
d. Sutoku Territory - Cursed Object
[Matoba is sitting alone at a table in a café space, a strawberry parfait to his right and the smartphone he'd been given by his superiors on the right. His face is one of a man at an impasse- it's high noon, and only one side of this tug of war can be the victor.]
[Scrutinizing the phone carefully, he gives a careful tap, and then another, wary as if something unexpected may come out of the phone at any moment—]
Sorry. I didn't quite get that.
I didn't give you permission to speak, [He says to the phone, coldly, jabbing at the screen again. He's been in a cold war with this phone for days.]
[Please help this
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