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jigokulogs2022-03-25 05:34 pm
enbashira) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-25 05:34 pm
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Who ⬤ rengoku kyojuro & sumeragi subaru
What ⬤ a very important attempt to help a guy with a very cool jacket.
When ⬤ sometime in march.
Where ⬤ one of the river bridges.
Content Warnings ⬤ 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 ⬤ a very important attempt to help a guy with a very cool jacket.
When ⬤ sometime in march.
Where ⬤ one of the river bridges.
Content Warnings ⬤ 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. )