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Hibiki Fujiwara [藤原 ⸱ 響 希] ([personal profile] windsongs) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-11-01 08:06 pm

[semi-open]

WHO: Hibiki and assorted
WHERE: Various places around Stygia and the Shadowlands
WHEN: The first half of November
WHAT: General catch-all post
WARNINGS: Drunkenness and depression, and some really, really bad movies. Will add more warnings as needed

Open starters coming soon! If you would like to plan a thing, feel free to message me over Discord (Pearl#7619), Plurk ([plurk.com profile] impearls) or by PMing this journal!
zangetsu: (pic#15926121)

[personal profile] zangetsu 2022-11-04 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
he has never been more bored.

that includes the time his dad had him read medical textbooks upside down while he did handstands.

he's going through the movies painstakingly. half of them are in english, which slows the process down a little. he's better at the written language than the spoken one.


Slow.

mr manners over here.

And I don't even know what that is.
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[personal profile] zangetsu 2022-11-05 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
he'd really rather just get this over with, and almost opens his mouth to tell her so. but... he stops, after a moment, and his teeth close with a click.

and then he's coming over to sit beside her, all long legs and coltish grace.


Do we really have time to kill watching movies when we should be working?

he's perhaps a touch too dutiful by far. his shinigami work always took precedent over the human jobs he worked, but here... well, they're basically one in the same now, aren't they? so, everything gets the same baseline.
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[personal profile] zangetsu 2022-11-05 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
he sighs. age aside (which he supposes doesn't even matter when they're dead) she reminds him so much of yuzu and karin sometimes it's actually weird.

Should I get the popcorn?

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[personal profile] heavenstorn 2022-11-02 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
On the counter, please!

[ Cedrik can hear just fine, but surrounded by furniture and crouching down near the floor, doing what he can to fix a wobbling table, his own voice didn't carry far enough. Luckily there was no need and when Cedrik pops his head up, she's taken the crates right where they need to be. ]

Thank you, Hibiki...

[ With a soft grunt he stands up and gives the table he'd just been under a nudge...still wobbling, but not nearly as bad as it was before. He puts that problem aside for now, striding over to help unpack those crates. ]

It's funny you mention it, 'snagging' this place required calling on no small amount of good will already.

[ Even with everything slowly crumbling around them, real estate is a precious resource. Cedrik put in a lot of hours running odd jobs and doing various tasks and favors, the sort of things not important enough to make it to the board while also being the sort of thing someone would gladly foist off on another if they could. ]

But we'll build it up again, I am sure. Especially as the guild grows.
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[personal profile] heavenstorn 2022-11-03 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ From the counter Cedrik takes those bottles and begins to line the shelves behind the bar. Little by little it's all coming together... ]

Mm, well...most of this has been myself alone. In truth you're the first volunteer I've had.

[ He really is just winging it, after all. With one crate emptied he moves on to the second, finding it full of empty mugs to go along with the bottles. These will be more useful when they do get kegs, but it's better to have something and not yet it quite yet than to wait and be wanting. ]

After all, I still lack the means to pay anyone else, at least for now. [ He smiles apologetically at Hibiki with a shrug. ] As for members, I asked around on Soulidarity some sennights back--that's where I first got the idea.
heavenstorn: (fire as shadows clash)

[personal profile] heavenstorn 2022-11-06 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh no, most of those I asked were interested, but I was only looking for folk to join, not to help establish it in the first place.

[ That would have been far too brazen, going around asking for people to do all the hard work for him. He's glad to take help when offered, that's why Hibiki is here, but he's not really the type to ask for it, unfortunately...

He empties his armful of mugs onto the shelf below the bar before gesturing around the still partly-finished tavern. ]


Once we finish here, I'll announce the guild properly and open up recruitment.

[ Speaking of which there should be a blank book at the bottom of one of these crates... ]
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-11-03 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Any time is, indeed, now.

Knocking softly on the door, Zagreus looks down at himself to ensure everything is nice and proper for visiting a friend. Not that there's anything different about him, really, but it's the first time he's done so, after all. It's much unlike his close ones back at home, who were lodged in the House's winding and labyrinthic halls and corridors, who he walked past frequently and met in their common rooms, or happening upon a shade residing somewhere in a chamber or space somewhere in Hades.

The closest thing he had ever done to this was visiting his Mother in her evergreen cottage. And even that is different, somehow.

So, with a little bottle of artisanal mead under his arm, he waits for Hibiki to answer the door. A beat, and:
]

Oh, Gods, this is the right place, isn't it? [A mutter, suddenly apprehensive. It must be, right? He's usually good at following directions.]
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-11-03 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, hello! [Eyebrows shooting up, he smiles straight away at the cheekiness, and makes sure to brush the soles of his feet on the mat before entering with a soft 'excuse me, then'. Zagreus grins, closes the door behind him, and looks around with something on his face close to wonder.] Wow, would you look at this place! This is nice, Hibiki. Thank you for having me. [He doesn't leave her wondering about the bottle for longer, holding it out for her.] Here! This is for you. A housewarming gift, so to speak.
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[personal profile] dodgeouttahell 2022-11-04 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds perfect. [He grins, and keeps peering at the flat.

It's nice, and somehow, it feels like Hibiki. Comfortable and warm despite being drafty. He can tell it's a place that hadn't seen a lot of people recently, what with the empty spaces and corners here and there, the emptiness that keeps a place from looking well-lived. He surely knows his room back at the House looked over-lived, mess and all.
] Is there anything I can help with? I'm not much of a Chef, but I can help carry stuff out of the kitchen if necessary.

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[personal profile] nagano 2022-11-02 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Please don't vanish on me.

[ Someone's been busy while his business partner's been AWOL. For the first few days, Kaito didn't expect any response from Hibiki—she seemed far more rattled over the Oakwoods incident than he was, and the weight of carrying those murderous thoughts was one he'd familiarized himself with many years ago.

If only that same burden could stay buried.

Blood drips at irregular intervals from the cuts on his bare hands. He walks with a steady gait, but the drag of his feet against dead soil make it clear that he's not in peak condition.

...Well, the tears in his attire and lack of gloves probably make it more obvious, but y'know.

Water occasionally spawns around him, dabbing itself against the smaller cuts that haven't been dressed. Bandages wrought from dead Basilicus skin are wrapped tight around his upper arms and torso, stained a deep, dark crimson. Every now and again the liquid he conjures will burst, and each occurrence is punctuated by his Shadow's vibrant, warbled laughter.

W̷e̸ ̵r̵e̷a̸l̴l̴y̸ ̷l̴e̸t̷ ̴t̷h̷e̶m̴ ̴h̵a̸v̶e̶ ̶i̷t̷,̴ ̵p̷a̶r̴t̵n̶e̸r̶!̴ ̴I̷t̴'̷s̸ ̴a̷ ̵s̴h̷a̶m̸e̴ ̴y̷o̶u̵ ̵d̵i̷d̴n̵'̴t̸ ̷g̷o̷ ̴a̷l̵l̸ ̶t̷h̴e̵ ̵w̵a̸y̷,̵ ̷b̷u̴t̸ ̵t̵h̵a̷t̷'̷s̴ ̶o̴k̷a̵y̵.̸ ̸W̴e̶'̴v̴e̶ ̸g̵o̷t̴ ̷p̶l̷e̵n̴t̴y̷ ̵o̵f̶ ̴t̴i̶m̸e̵ ̵t̸o̵ ̴w̷o̷r̸k̸ ̸o̷n̶ ̸t̶h̶a̸t̸ ̵k̶i̸l̶l̵e̸r̵ ̸i̶n̷s̷t̷i̷n̸c̷t̸.̷

He doesn't dare respond, instead continuing to trudge his way back to his Shroud. His Shadow's quite right, after all. What can he refute? The lack of responses from Hibiki have plagued him with worry, even from the beginning. How many texts has he sent her way, trying to check in? How many little care packages of food have piled up at her Door?

His worry and frustration only served as springboards for his Shadow to gloat and get under his skin. It's all come to a head, now. After encountering a group of Basilicuses (Basilici???) surrounding a wounded Restless, joyfully awaiting his slow death, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Like a broken dam, Kaito's anger and wrath crashed through, and while he pulled back at the last moment to keep from separating those monsters' heads from their necks, not a single one will be returning to their lairs with all their limbs intact. His Shadow sang his praises the entire time. How shameful.

After patching up the other Restless, all Kaito wants is to sleep under the tree in his false Domain. To return to his underworld abode and let time slip away.

He passes Hibiki's Door, glancing down at the dust-riddled bags he's left nearby. Some have been stolen. Unsurprising. Just as he's about to press his hand to the surface, something stirs in the air around him. An aura he hasn't felt in nearly a week. Perhaps longer.

Hers.

As if his wounds had magically healed over and his fatigued had been whisked away, Kaito takes off in a brisk walk, then a jog, then a dash. Every ounce of his spiritual awareness focuses on that trace of the blonde's emotions. It's the Oakwoods all over again, complete with beating the shit out of a monster beforehand.

But this time, he's not just worried for her.

The closer he draws, the more apparent it becomes that something else accompanies her aura. It's weak yet tangible—a soothing sensation that isn't drawing from the wellspring of her emotions. Something separate. A song, he realizes as he catches sight of the back of her head.

He was ready to call out, to yell her name, to yell at her for being gone for so long. But as Kaito slows to a stop, those desires die in his throat. All he can do is stand there, half-relieved, half-entranced by the siren's song.

Oh, and his wounds have reopened, but this isn't about them. ]
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[personal profile] nagano 2022-11-02 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's inevitable that she'll notice him. Even if he hadn't been so loud in his approach, she surely would have turned around at least once. So when that blonde head begins to turn, Kaito wonders if he should bolt. Fly away. Use the last ounce of his strength to force an instant teleport that he knows he doesn't have the skill to perform.

Y̸o̸u̸ ̸l̶o̴o̶k̵ ̷s̷o̷ ̷l̴a̶u̴g̴h̶a̷b̵l̷y̷ ̴w̸e̸a̶k̷

I know. I—

His thoughts come to a screeching halt when their eyes meet. Suddenly, he can't be brought to care about his Shadow's berating. About his own berating. None of it matters. He doesn't matter, not in this moment.

He fixates himself on her teary gaze, and his composure cracks. There's no decorum, no restraint. Through the biting pain of his wounds, Kaito's arms snap around her shoulders and pull in as tightly as he can muster. His clothes smell terrible—blood mixed with rotting flesh and acid. But she holds him like he'll shatter if she makes a wrong move, and he holds her like she'll disappear again if he ever lets go.

Amidst those wavy fields of gold, he sees flashes of her memories. A bright smile. A child's desire to style her hair like her mother's.

Yours looks just like Rapunzel's.

The glimpses aren't nearly as vivid as he's used to experiencing, but they still hit him hard as he embraces her. A choked sob shakes him as he carefully strokes her hair. Good job making even more of a mess. ]


Hi there, [ he whispers, voice raspy, ragged. ] I was worried you'd gone and done something stupid...

[ Squeeze. ]

I was so worried.
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[personal profile] nagano 2022-11-03 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a long time, Kaito doesn't respond. He simply holds onto his (business, purely business) partner, rubbing his cheek against the top of her head, gripping tighter (yet with a paranoid, almost fearful gentleness), unmoving.

When she apologizes, he wonders if his heart wants to soar or break. How could he attach himself to any one person so readily when he knows he can only marginally trust any of them? Where's his Shadow's cajoling or griping? The only sounds reverberating alongside his thoughts are the echoes of her song and the voices from her memory.

Reality eventually yanks him back to join it when she pulls away and slips her hand into his. It's covered in calluses, marred by scars of varying depths, and caked in dried blood. Ugly by any sense. Yet she clasps onto it all the same.

He squeezes in turn, meeting her smile with a neutral look that just barely hides his yearning. A nod follows, then his feet trail alongside hers. He has his answer. ]


Let's go.

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