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late march, night.

[medicative]

[where Kamui roams, if he lets instinct and thought guide him, maybe he ends up passing by an establishment with its doors left open for now. the sign proclaims it to be a funeral parlor, though it's tucked away. in the doorway is a man who at least looks human, in a close fitting leather jacket - with him, a familiar face from how much Kamui can see, though the way the person moves is stranger than normal. too fluid, a little off - like someone wearing a costume but living in it regardless.

they crook a taloned finger, have the man bend slightly so they can whisper in his ear, and wave goodbye with a smile. sometimes, life and death have to work together, and they start to walk away, either not noticing Kamui...or simply not caring. it's been a while since they could breathe. they couldn't get tangled up in thinking about being watched.]

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[He's a light sleeper, and the cheap walls of his bare-bones apartment are thin. When the sounds from the street and his neighbors are too much for him to fall asleep through, Kamui spends the nights wandering. Jigoku-cho never really sleeps: there's light and sound everywhere, even in the smallest hours, so it's never a problem to navigate the city. Even the most attuned yokai only give him, and his currently-silent hyena's eye, a second glance at most. Kamui is left, for the most part, alone, and he prefers it.

The man in the leather jacket doesn't catch his attention: "Emily" does. In the dark, he sees the shape of her wings before he sees the man clad in black. He slows his steps, waiting for the man to hop on his motorcycle and drive away; for all the stranger knows, Kamui is just another lonely soul wandering in the night.

What's Emily doing at a funeral parlor?

He walks a little faster, but his steps are still quiet. His bangs shift in front of his face, and in the darkness, the light bounces off his silver eye.]

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[walking for a moment more, they pause, and chuckle.]

Are you trying to hide, Uehara?

[the voice that comes out is different than Emily's own - where she's polite, reserved, there's something almost languid in this tone. deeper, older, carrying with it the way a mix of incense and sound of distant bells might be. cool in the way that pleasant shade is, and they turn around then to meet his gaze.

it wasn't visible from his angle, but looking at the face headon, there's a green glow over the eyes that's strengthened in the lower lights. something that doesn't belong on any human face as they grin.]

You don't have to be shy, you know. Not at this hour.

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Emily.

[Or is it, really? His own eye lies dormant and ever-still, but he really only needs his ears. Although he hasn't known her long, Kamui knows the sound of this woman's voice: she sounds higher, doesn't sound quite so-- cool. And they're friends. Emily calls him Kamui. He can't gather a sense of who, or what, is before him, and yet he has a sinking feeling of himself being given a once-over, the being's gaze reaching far deeper than the human's eyes can see.]

I have nothing to hide from you. I'm on an evening walk, too.

[A yokai trap, perhaps. But if he runs, and they are hostile, he'll simply be attacked from behind. Kamui takes a measured step forward.]

Would you like company?

[medicative]

That depends how much you trust me.

[they don't move away from him, nor turn away. just watching his reaction, and how he chooses to act now.]

You'd go on an evening walk with a stranger? You really are trying to live well.

mid to late may idk you pick

[everblooms]

👋
have you tried selling any of the haniwa?? just wondering!
hello by the way

mlate may 🤔

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Hi Aerith ☺️ How have you been?

As for the haniwa, I haven't. I've turned in or given away every one I've gotten. So many pop up at work I'm almost ready to pay people to take them away…

[everblooms]

aww really???

[ Attached is a video from Aerith's perspective of a shop's proprietor cursing her out about the haniwa. Apparently, she's already tried to sell it. ]

i just thought you might have some tips on how to sell them
the mochi are doing a little better at least!

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So you’re making plenty of friends in the process, I see.

[He just doesn’t understand the #hustle #grindneverstops.]

The ones from that rabbit youkai, right? At least those do something. All the haniwa do is leave curses. […] Maybe that's your lead for selling them. Finding troublemakers.

[everblooms]

i sure am! i'll make sure to share the wealth with you 👫

to be truthful, i was hoping they'd know a little more. wait, have you spoken to emily recently?

text | un: andy

[killtime]

[ attached: a badly angled midnight selfie from the notorious 7/11 depicting the bastard woman (black eye, a cut on her brow taped neatly shut) in the foreground, with long-suffering pillar of the community kim kitsuragi (diligent steward of the first aid kit, perhaps not entirely sure why he's being photographed) in the background ]

does this look like a man who would spank you

LMAO 1/2

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[A healthy ten minutes later…]

Andy

why do you want to know if Kim would spank you?

1/3

[killtime]

[killtime]

[killtime]

i meant the general you
is this a man who spanks
in general

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[andy why. he was literally sitting here watching law and order: jigoku-cho, now you're making him contemplate his beloved unclezoned friend kimothy kimball kitsuragi's sex life?]

do i have to answer this question

[killtime]

you're already thinking about it so

[ IT'S FOR SCIENCE, KAMUI ]

text | un: tequila sunset

[horrifictie]

hey buddy
how's it going?
im doing terrible so don't ask me back

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[Of course, saying he's terrible is a very good way to catch Kamui's attention here.]

Ok... I'm not asking you back.

It's been all right: a lot of the usual. I haven't seen you in a little while. Have you been busy?

[horrifictie]

very very busy
don't ask with what
top secret things i cannot divulge to anyone

tell me about the usual though
any crazy stuff happening at the convenience store?

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Sounds mysterious.

[Somehow, he doubts that. But he's not going to push it-- at least not yet.]

Well, Kim and I are still dealing with Ken. Did you know he was an entire hour late to his shift? If that guy doesn't get fired, I'm pretty sure Kim is just going to take him out himself.

[horrifictie]

fucking hell i hate that guy
never even met him and i hate him!
kim only deserves good co-workers, like you
cant you do something about it before kim snaps?

hizen mistexts

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[new phone who dis]

#101: Another force calls you away

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Another force calls you away
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You wake at the gates of hell, are conscripted, and cease observing
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You sign your contract sight unseen: "From now on, you kill for the oni"
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You have ramen with a stranger
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He gets you a job at a convenience store
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You meet a man on a bridge
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He shows you how to throw a punch
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In the darkness underground, you meet a woman
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She tastes like cigarettes
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You meet other observers
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You meet many new friends, of many worlds
The war in this land is meaningless to you
But your powers are slowly returning, and soon, you know, you must part ways
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At last, you meet an old friend once more
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The edges of this world finally spark and catch flame
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Hell burns
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The city dances in its ashes
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No longer are you Lost Souls
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Finally, you open your eyes
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Return to Santa Destroy