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Who โฌค rengoku kyojuro & sumeragi subaru
What โฌค a very important attempt to help a guy with a very cool jacket.
When โฌค sometime in march.
Where โฌค one of the river bridges.
Content Warnings โฌค will update if necessary
( it's not in his nature, really, to negotiate with things like this--even after a certain adjustment period, even after his missing sword, even knowing that this is a place, like hell, full of so many demonic forces, monstrous faces and things that he would normally be dutifully slashing down to pieces--he doesn't want to give any benefit of the doubt to creatures that rise up from the waters in attentive complaint, as though they somehow own this land, and even if they do, what of it? should he be apologetic for those that are simply trying to make a living, against all odds, in a place that seemingly wants, or has wanted, them dead? it's hard to marry together his innate sense of justice, his missions, everything that he's been taught from a young age about demons, with this place: where the monsters seem to be the ones thoroughly in charge, and the rest of them are only visitors.
to be fair, he can understand it to a certain point. the man bemoaning his bad luck, somewhere near the head of the bridge as kyojuro makes his way past it on a routine walk of the city perimeter, persists with somewhat bad manners; he claims that he's been stopped multiple times, trying to cross this bridge in particular, by the nasty monster ladies waiting beneath the curve of it. supposedly, by his words, they are after his new jacket--something that he's certain uzui would be interested in, with its flashy use of color and intricate laced detailing on the back. on his part, fashion means relatively little to him; he doesn't know if this jacket means something or if it's just happenstance that the man thinks himself cool enough to be deprived of it by the monsters. either way, unfortunately, he is a person in need of assistance: and kyojuro is a person in need of helping others.
so he offers, at first, to walk the man across the bridge himself--even without his sword, he figures he can come up with some way to defend them both, and at first, the walk is relatively tame. but it's towards the middle, where the jacket man is boasting some this-or-that about the bridge near his house being much more flashy than this one, that he hears the sound beneath them; the water is trembling, and there's the sharp voice of a woman demanding them to stop. kyojuro pushes the man ahead of him--and reaches, an automatic habit, for a sword that isn't there. his fingers brush the scabbard; he laughs, straightens back up again.
his steps take him to the edge of the bridge, scaling the side of it until he stands atop the tiered stone railing, looking down into the water--there's the glow of candles, a mess of hair that trails behind the woman into the water, and her most displeased expression; and he's about to announce himself, as usual, except there's someone else on the bridge: someone other than the man with the flashy jacket, who is now running for his life to the other end of the bridge, caring only for himself.
another person, waiting, standing in the relative darkness at the head of the bridge. )
Do not come this way! ( kyojuro calls out--his voice is as warm and jovial as always, despite the danger surely waiting just feet below him, in the water. ) This bridge is closed! Carry on to the next!
( whether the stranger listens or not--he may have to abort his plans, temporarily, to help carry him away from the scene. already the strange monster woman in the water is glowering, irritated; her eyes are following the line of the water out to the stranger that kyojuro calls out to. )
What โฌค a very important attempt to help a guy with a very cool jacket.
When โฌค sometime in march.
Where โฌค one of the river bridges.
Content Warnings โฌค will update if necessary
( it's not in his nature, really, to negotiate with things like this--even after a certain adjustment period, even after his missing sword, even knowing that this is a place, like hell, full of so many demonic forces, monstrous faces and things that he would normally be dutifully slashing down to pieces--he doesn't want to give any benefit of the doubt to creatures that rise up from the waters in attentive complaint, as though they somehow own this land, and even if they do, what of it? should he be apologetic for those that are simply trying to make a living, against all odds, in a place that seemingly wants, or has wanted, them dead? it's hard to marry together his innate sense of justice, his missions, everything that he's been taught from a young age about demons, with this place: where the monsters seem to be the ones thoroughly in charge, and the rest of them are only visitors.
to be fair, he can understand it to a certain point. the man bemoaning his bad luck, somewhere near the head of the bridge as kyojuro makes his way past it on a routine walk of the city perimeter, persists with somewhat bad manners; he claims that he's been stopped multiple times, trying to cross this bridge in particular, by the nasty monster ladies waiting beneath the curve of it. supposedly, by his words, they are after his new jacket--something that he's certain uzui would be interested in, with its flashy use of color and intricate laced detailing on the back. on his part, fashion means relatively little to him; he doesn't know if this jacket means something or if it's just happenstance that the man thinks himself cool enough to be deprived of it by the monsters. either way, unfortunately, he is a person in need of assistance: and kyojuro is a person in need of helping others.
so he offers, at first, to walk the man across the bridge himself--even without his sword, he figures he can come up with some way to defend them both, and at first, the walk is relatively tame. but it's towards the middle, where the jacket man is boasting some this-or-that about the bridge near his house being much more flashy than this one, that he hears the sound beneath them; the water is trembling, and there's the sharp voice of a woman demanding them to stop. kyojuro pushes the man ahead of him--and reaches, an automatic habit, for a sword that isn't there. his fingers brush the scabbard; he laughs, straightens back up again.
his steps take him to the edge of the bridge, scaling the side of it until he stands atop the tiered stone railing, looking down into the water--there's the glow of candles, a mess of hair that trails behind the woman into the water, and her most displeased expression; and he's about to announce himself, as usual, except there's someone else on the bridge: someone other than the man with the flashy jacket, who is now running for his life to the other end of the bridge, caring only for himself.
another person, waiting, standing in the relative darkness at the head of the bridge. )
Do not come this way! ( kyojuro calls out--his voice is as warm and jovial as always, despite the danger surely waiting just feet below him, in the water. ) This bridge is closed! Carry on to the next!
( whether the stranger listens or not--he may have to abort his plans, temporarily, to help carry him away from the scene. already the strange monster woman in the water is glowering, irritated; her eyes are following the line of the water out to the stranger that kyojuro calls out to. )
no subject
Or what's currently happening, as it were. Maybe his assignment to the wily Tamamo clan doesn't facilitate this kind of work, but he's hard-pressed to give up what comes naturally to him. Rumors spread fast in redlight districts, mostly as primers, ways to pass time, excuses to engage. They often turn bright and lavish in the mouths of those who entertain. Yet to divine truth from the romance and the exaggeration is a talent Subaru does not need his spiritual gifts for. That's what's lead him here to the bridge where his footsteps halt when commanded to. His one good eye shifts from the back of the retreating man to the one who'd called out to him, honing in quiet curiosity. Even bereft of his talents, Subaru knows instantly. There is still no mistaking the bearing of a man who knows his command of a space. Subaru heeds him out of respect for that, though he doesn't turn away. ]
I came because I heard a rumor... [ Indicating he's not simply someone who happened to stumble upon a row in the making. His gaze turns to the river. ] ...that there was a lady of the bridge here. Hashihime.
[ Dark waters churn around her as her hair fans like streams of ink upon its luminous surface, light borrowed from the area around them, the ceremonial flickering of her candles. Her agitation grows, though it remains below the surface yet. Was the jacketed man her prey? Something else? He can't be sure. ]
Do you intend to confront her?
[ Subaru can guess, but asks anyway. Is this man in the same plight as him? ]
no subject
well, by rights, it would appear he wants for the woman in the water. hashihime, he calls her, and there is a certain power in names, especially in knowing them. he's met plenty of demons who have happily divulged their names, their status, as though it made something worthwhile--the unhappy water demon, still below him, has not made any moves to address him at all. if this man knows more than him-- )
Well. ( there's a faint laugh, though it's not the sort that's done in blatant, unmeasured confidence; it's simply that the situation is, at best, a little ironic, a little humorful. ) It would appear she intends to confront me!
( but what good is he without his sword? fighting techniques, his usual speed, all of that may remain--dampened, as it is, by whatever shroud lays over the hellscape where they find themselves. to the stranger, he calls out again-- )
What do you know of her? Any weakness?
( his eyes, owlish as they are, pierce across the bridge towards the stranger--almost as if encouraging him closer, if only to get a better look. he's not the type to misjudge once he's been proven wrong; there's something about this man that's different. he can smell it. )