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OPEN SEASON

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My Self-Summary

His name is Kirma and he’s illiterate. I’m helping him fill this out, but honestly speaking, it’s a complete waste. Besides that, don’t you think his rank is unfairly high? Even though it’s still in the single digits, it’s not as if he wouldn’t be at home in the basement levels. If someone could send my complaints along to the house, I’d appreciate it.

My Future Plans

Surviving?

My Talents

Chasing sticks. Eating absurd quantities of garbage. Fouling up perfectly nice beds. Trampling flowers.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Meat.

My Ideal Partner

Someone skilled at training dogs.

Height 169cm / ~5’7 Body Type fine Smokes apparently Drinks i think so Drugs maybe Sign ? Education laughable Occupation unemployed Income unpaid Children none? Pets he is one Hobbies cooking

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

“WHAT'S A MIME”

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

NEITHER

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OF THESE

.05 TITS OR ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Personality Type
ISFP-A

ENERGY

73%

introverted

MIND

76%

observant

NATURE

66%

feeling

TACTICS

54%

prospecting

IDENTITY

75%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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( so she accepted, but isn’t enthusiastic about it. this isn’t particularly surprising, nor is it a reaction he’s unused to. still, his eyebrows go up for the briefest of moments as she scoots the stool away. it’s... funny? cute, almost? the contrast between the immaturity of the gesture and the way she— no, wait, focus. )

I’ve heard good things about the whiskey.

( and not, in fact, the toilet water. turning back to face the bar, he motions to the barkeep. not long after, two glasses sit in front of them. kirma does not watch as the drinks are poured; his attention stays on his companion, studying her face, trying to place the familiarity. it’s something in the smile, he thinks. a coldness around the edges of her mouth.

orrrrr maybe he’s reading too much into it. either way, he’s going to eat this peanut about it. )

Since we’ve yet to be acquainted— ( a fact he is not actually convinced on. ) — why not a toast to new beginnings.

( the glasses are full now, after all. kirma picks his up, holding it towards her. clink clink bitch. )

[worldbent]

The whiskey, hm? J-san's reserve. [The whiskey that reeked of something wrong. Not that any of the food in this bar was suitable to be eaten by a human, but Matoba had his suspicions about it all- about the peek under the illusion that the Roost provided, the glitzy gauze of the Golden Peacock peeled back. They say that you should never eat or drink of anything in an ayakashi realm, that the more you partake the more you too will be turned into a spirit. But there had been little choice in this place, given their inability to find an escape early on. By now, if it were to transform them....]

[Misa's eye, thinking all of this, rests on the amber liquid poured into glasses for them while Kirma watches her. His heavy gaze rolls off her veil, as if it were itself an impenetrable layer that protected her from further scrutiny. Oh, she feels it. Does this mutt already know? Likely. But he'll have to dig deeper than this to get anything from her.]

A toast... Why not? [Fingertips graze and then grasp the top of her glass, taking it into hand as she turns to face him- all to deliver a delicate, but firm clink to Kirma's glass. Catching and holding his stare as she does so, she takes the glass into the gloom of her veil and sips.]

[Not a flinch. He's had to taste worse.]

Kuromine Misa, a purveyor of certain goods. And what brings a gentleman like you to the Roost, if I may ask...?

[conspecifics]

( and where kuromisa manages to down the whiskey with elegance, kirma does the exact opposite. the strong taste is harsh on his throat compared to what he’s used to, and he coughs into his fist, ears flicking back and forth. eugh. what is wrong with white people. when he sets the glass down, he also pushes it ever so slightly away from him; he’ll stick to the peanuts after all.

the whole affair does distract him from his not-really-an investigation, though, and it takes an extra moment or two before he realizes it’s his turn to respond. right... )

If that’s how we’re speaking... guarding a certain person.

( it might be too obvious to directly turn and look towards the den, but one wolfy ear rotates to face it anyway. as far as why he’s out here eating garbage instead, if that’s his “job”— well, don’t worry about that. )

There’s something here you’re looking for? ( this one is a simple conclusion, from her words. doggy can add two and two, though he doesn’t actually know if that’s the entire equation. ) I didn’t think there was anything worth keeping in this place.

( and he doesn’t just mean in j’s domain, there. )

[worldbent]

Oh? A bodyguard...

[Kuromisa's smile tilts with amusement as Kirma rejects the rest of his drink, and her eye follows the direction of his ear. Someone in the lounge....? She looks for a target in need of guarding, among all the Roost's ruffians.]

That could net you some fine chips, if you were to take on clientele. But something tells me that isn't quite your style. [She takes another (smaller,) bitter sip of whiskey.] It isn't mine, either.

As for my own business, I deal in... shall we say, "magical tools". And in this place, which contains a bevvy of magic, I hope to do quite a bit of business. Are you familiar with such things, sir?

[conspecifics]

It’s a charity case. ( one that predates the casino. there’s a hint of displeasure in his voice, describing the situation as such. pay no attention to the pink-haired twink losing every hand of poker behind the curtain, please. ) Besides, chips hardly count for much.

( such is the perspective of someone who’s just high enough of a rank to take it easy, of course. perhaps he’d feel differently if he, too, was in the basement— but even then, the poorest lodgings here still are indoors. there are worse places to be.

for instance: a haunted bar that serves dogshit whiskey. )

Blessings dilute the blood too much for magic. ( a statement that’s recited from memory, a teaching; not his own words, but ones heard often. whether it’s true... ) But I wouldn’t say I’m unfamiliar.

( not to say that he truly understands what she means by ‘tools,’ either. it’s just not his first time brushing up against an underground trade. )

[worldbent]

[The pink-haired charity case in question certainly sticks out from the crowd, although unless Kirma indicates directly in his direction, Matoba is free to presume Esikko just another curious 52 player who has stumbled their way into Roost on account of J's invitation. That said....]

Don't they? Are you content with your stale peanuts and whiskey?

[Misa's smile cocks to one side as she takes another nursing sip of the terrible whiskey, for verisimilitude.] Living is all well and good, but unless you do not require sustenance of any kind, I doubt you will be able to survive on that alone. You ought to think about it.

[She sets down her glass; her fingertip returns to tracing the rim as she considers his reply. An interesting one, at that. Blessings diluting magic in the blood? That was just about the opposite of logic as Matoba knew it. Which meant that perhaps he could learn of some fascinating things from this mutt, after all?]

Is that right? I would be quite interested to hear your perspective of the matter. This bar-- [Her hand lifts to gesture around them] --is a place where one can learn a great many things, but magic is one topic that is not particularly popular around here.

Are you one who is able to sense such things?

[conspecifics]

Aged. ( the correction comes with a stern voice. try to keep up, ma’am. he doesn’t have it in him to argue the point further— they can only agree to disagree. this is the difference, with dogs; they do not seek ends to justify means, nor do they need to gain an advantage to agree to work. whether or not these are positive things— debatable, at best.

but he will think about it, as encouraged. another day, perhaps. for now, his concerns are more immediate, as the puzzle is slowly being pieced together on his end. there aren’t that many people with eyes covered here, after all, and even if the rest of the scent doesn’t match, that flea stuff… is also uncommon, he’s come to realize. for all the obvious signs, the part of him that’s suspicious is hard at war with the part of him that prefers to take people at face value, and thus has this been drawn out for so many tags.

oh, right. she asked a question. kirma frowns as he considers how to answer, ears flicking. how much is one supposed to explain things, speaking to someone clearly of another world? he’s still trying to process that there are other worlds at all. )

… I shouldn’t be.

( in other words: yes. )

But I wouldn’t think it to be a rare subject, what with…

( uhh. there’s a half-hearted wave of his hand, to indicate the everything here, how much it reeks of supernatural bullshit. as he trails off, he stares almost blankly at kuromisa, past her, if anything— and without warning, grabs the edge of her veil to flip it up and give himself an opening to lean in for a big ol’ sniff. )

[worldbent]

Like the whiskey? [She supplies helpfully, taking another sip of hers and carefully not dropping her gaze down to the cup Kirma had already rejected. Poison. Oh, well. If they were to be poisoned, they were all already doomed besides; everything in this resort seemed determined to drug them, one way or another. At least J's reserve seemed a little more honest about it.]

[His answer, even if there is little context for it, is still interesting. For what he believes, if nothing else- about himself, about his world. It's information. Important information, considering the nature of her work, and the nature of Matoba. Now he knows: be careful, be selective.]

[Or he'd like to, anyway. She nearly opens her mouth to reply to the second half of his reply when he lurches forward to grab at her. Already, Matoba is internally cursing himself for letting his guard down; he's expecting something much more forward than a sniff, so much so that Misa's palm is already coming up to shove him away again at the chest with a warm heat gathering to it, a spike of spiritual power. At least Kirma won't have been the first in this resort to get such a reaction; lucky for him to be wearing a shirt and avoid the sudden blast of a purification burn, unlike the last guy.]

[(Then again, unlike the last guy, he's not a walking beacon of malevolence, either.)]

[In the wake of this sudden scuffle, heads have turned to stare at them in the lounge, and the bartender seems to be determining if he's going to need to break up a fight (or chuck one of them down the ol' chute), but KuroMisa is watching carefully, dangerously with her sultry eye and her smile like a knife. One hand has wound itself up in the hem of her veil, as if ready to gather it as one would a weapon. Another wrong move, and.....]

I beg your pardon, little doggy?

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( there’s plenty of danger radiating from kuromisa’s movements, but if he’s aware, kirma pays it no mind. his attention is more on what he’s just figured out; his tail wags behind him, clearly pleased with his expert scentwork. it’s only after he realizes the burn at his chest that he flinches backwards, releasing her veil— though no less pleased, in the end. )

I thought it was you, Ma—mmmhh.

( for all his inexperience with the subtle games some people like to play, he at least has the sense to realize, halfway through matoba’s name, that there’s likely a reason behind the new identity, here. thus does he have the sense to shut his mouth, though without any elegance. uhh. perhaps he should try to make that recovery a little more graceful… )

Ma’am.

( nailed it. )

[worldbent]

[Though the veil does much to hide KuroMisa's identity, her expressions, her presence- there's the distinct sensation of a withering glare from beyond it, slender fingers still white-knuckled in a bundle of delicate lace in the wake of Kirma's astute observation.]

[The attention of the room swung onto them, now was not a good time to indulge the mutt in his successful scenting, if ever. It's perhaps a miracle that he seems self-preserving enough to swallow the name down halfway, and Matoba wonders if it's really because he understands the implications of the situation they're in, or if it's some other, much more stupid reason.]

[You have to understand. He's been dealing with a lot of large, brainless men recently.]

I see. So we have met before? [Dryly, her fingers flex, thumb rubbing across the texture of the net in her hand. A feline-like tic, dreaming of evisceration.] You'll have to forgive me. I have made so many acquaintances lately that they... slip my mind, sometimes.

[He's wagging. Why, Matoba agonizingly wonders, is he wagging?]

[conspecifics]

( if it’s any consolation, the dismissal puts the wagging to bed real fast. adds a slant to his ears, even, that shows a clear disappointment in the recognition being apparently not mutual. of course, it makes their conversation up to this point make sense, to him— it also does not blunt the edge of that deflection. slipped his mind, really… and here he thought that being mutually tortured would create an unbreakable bond betwixt them.

for matoba to scheme and dress up and play the soft, purring manipulator under a new identity surely indicates that kirma shouldn’t be taking his words at face value; alas, that’s the only way he knows how to take them. )

It wasn’t the best of circumstances.

( to put it mildly. but still, shouldn’t seeing each other’s butts count for more, in this day and age? sex casino or not, he can’t say that about everyone he’s met here. )

If anything, I owe you an apology. I couldn’t read the— ( urgh. ) … I didn’t realize it was an invitation for two.

[worldbent]

[Ugh, typical dog. Of course he thinks that Matoba is serious, and not just covering his ass by keeping up the lie. Not that he feels that bad about breaking Kirma's heart or anything; just another case of the himbos.]

[Thus, KuroMisa's brow flexes in consternation, a sigh gently fluttering the veil in front of her face.]

That, I can agree on, [She mutters, just slightly under her breath. Turning slightly to glance with her good eye over her shoulder at the expanse of the lounge, she gauges whether the room still has its attention on them; eyes are starting to turn away again. Maybe she can escape with this fool none the wiser, to someplace where they could speak a little more freely.]

[To Kirma's benefit, at least Matoba mentally fills in the rest of his statement as couldn't read the room, rather than the reality. Slipping off of the stool, Misa crooks a teasing finger to invite him to walk with her.]

Let us fix that, then- shall we? And find somewhere a little quieter. [With fewer prying eyes and ears. She casts a glance across the room, to that pink head again.] ...If you are able to.

[conspecifics]

( it’s as they say: a leopard can’t change its spots, and a dog can’t change its, uh, dogginess. you know.

but the invitation has his ears perking back up, at least. he’s not a difficult man to please, after all, at least not on such a superficial level like this. his eyes follow kuromisa’s gaze across the lounge, and while there’s a brief grimace, he pointedly turns his back towards the card tables as he rises to his feet. )

It’s fine.

( he doesn’t know for a fact that esi’s over there trying to bet years off of his life, but he also doesn’t think that his presence is truly necessary. not here, anyway. like, how many assassins are spending their time in the sex resort? )

Lead the way. ( obedient dogs follow. )

[worldbent]

[Wagging tail, perking ears. All different facets of the same, honest heart. Dogs were a truly exhausting existence, in Matoba's opinion, but the things that made him reluctant to engage also made them easily led. At least for that, he can be thankful.]

[Catching the grimace, Matoba hides a smirk- wondering what the relationship was between these two individuals, not in business, but personally. Kirma's initial appraisal had been dismissive enough, but more and more it begins to sound like obligation coloring a more tumultuous pair. Interesting. Perhaps he ought to acquaint himself with that pink head, later.]

[Obedient dogs follow, and alphas lead. The clanhead keeps up appearances as he leads Kirma from the smoky lounge through the bar, down a narrow hallway that seemed as though it could lead to bathrooms or other back areas. At the very end of the hallways was a strange, fogged mirror- but KuroMisa stops before reaching that far down the hall, and instead chooses to lean against one of the creaky wooden walls.]

"Kuromine Misa" has a number of vested business interests in this lounge, [She begins dryly, her behavior like a switch; although her voice remains magically the clear, feminine voice of KuroMisa, gone was the elegant playfulness of a fine lady, turned dry and astringent with a distant, polite tone belonging to Matoba.] The next time you think to sniff someone who is concealing their face and voice, mutt, try to at least do it in a somewhat more private fashion.

[A pause, and Matoba leans, mannishly, against the wall. His arms cross.] You were dragged here by that charge of yours, I suppose? It isn't an especially rewarding place for those who lack skill in.... subtlety.

[conspecifics]

( an empty hallway hardly seems like the most clandestine of locations, but he supposes they have to take what they can get. matoba’s attitude seems to take up most of the space; kirma merely stands across from him, no leaning, hands clasped behind his back in a pose somewhere between ‘proper bodyguard’ and ‘doleful child being admonished.’ )

Should I have dragged you to the bathrooms, then. ( somehow, it doesn’t seem to him that would be very proper for miss misa, either. ) You didn’t exactly make it easy to confirm.

( which may have been the point. but what if matoba had a sister that had also experienced the same unfortunate encounter with a rake, and on the same side, and then a second unfortunate encounter in the baths— he has no way of knowing for sure, with everything else that’s in the resort. he simply hasn’t the time (well…) nor inclination for playing these games, whether they’re the ones offered by the casino itself or by its frequenters. )

Just say it plainly. I’m aware of my shortcomings—

( though at the reminder of his duty, he glances back over his shoulder, despite his dismissal of it just moments before. it’s not like they’ve left the place entirely, and any sound of trouble would surely reach his ears from here… )

… I’m sure your, her “business interests” are just fine.