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(catch-all/open) hold up, i'm invincible

WHO: manjiro "mikey" sano & you

WHERE: the harbors, mirth, and the hinterlands.

WHEN: november 1st till... the end of november??? probably

WHAT: mikey fixes boat things, does hella partying, has his shadow take over, and then goes for the noticeboard hinterlands quest.

WARNINGS: well. hahaha. (possible) suicide attempt mention, (possible) ideation, lack of control, dissociation, crime boss talk, death, drug and alcohol use, violence, and maybe a murder might occur. hi, he's great

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Right.

[ He said, but even so, he accommodated the request. It's a small thing, after all. ]

What do you do when you're alone, then?

Good point. We just drink in that case. Not when there's other people around.

You should get a list. Too many Japanese people up in this place.

A list of customs? So I can impress all the new Restless with my... fine manners?

[ He asked, his tone a touch sharp.

Really, it's almost Piltie. The tone in his voice says as much. Sure, he'll pour Mikey's, but, that's because they both want something out of this interaction. Then again... ]

Care to divulge more?

Let's see... No handshakes. People bow to each other to show respect. Business cards are extensions of people, so treat them with the most respect and care you can, slurping your noodles is fine, but walking and eating or smoking is considered trash. Other stuff is eating with chopsticks and table manners, but these are the basics. I don't do a lot of what tradition says, and yet, I've lived a good life.

(there's a shrug of his shoulders, a little jitter in the way his leg shakes and he stretches.)

Think of Japan as a big school of fish. Everyone does the same thing, acts the same way, wants the same thing. Tradition and expectation over feeling and potential. It's suffocating.

Hm, that's a lot of rules.

[ Silco wasn't exactly on the up and up on business cards, given that ones calling card was your work, but most of this seemed...

Ridiculous. ]

So it's filled with unspoken rules, and woe to whomever doesn't follow them, hm? I think I know a place like that. It's not a place I frequent.

[ A beat, and then: ] It sounds horrible.

Not unspoken. Taught, performed, looped.

(a quick search on google could tell anyone what they needed to know, after all.)

It's... Good and bad. I guess from where I'm standing, I can't complain much. You ever heard of yubitsume?

[ How is he supposed to hear that? ]

No?

Why would I have heard about that?

Yubi, (he shows his pinky, and then a motion of a scissor,) tsume.

Yakuza men do it to show remorse after fucking up. Send you a pinky as souvenir. Or-- maybe they don't want conflict, so they do it as proof of honesty.

Ah.

Cut ones own finger, to prove their loyalty? That's just a waste of ones grip.

[ He said, bluntly. Odd, that they would do so in some place like this Japan, where it seemed like most rules were societal. Finger-cutting was so different. ]

I can think of some people who would keep a collection.

Does it actually mean that they're being honest?

Absolutely not. Not much of a fighter, are you? It comes from an old time. Men were swordsmen. Cut off their pinky, they lose everything. Even if we ain't doing the sword thing no more, it's bad for fighting and aim. You gotta work triple without your fingers, you know.

It does. They do it themselves.

I see.

[ He isn't a fighter, but he doesn't need to point that out. Instead: ]

Resources are scarce enough for us, I suppose you could say, a pinky wasted is another body that we can't use, but I suppose just murdering those who betray us is probably no better. At least a poorly aimed bullet will hit sometimes, hm?

Maybe I should consider that.

You're tripping if you think we don't do that either. Sanzu ain't very forgiving, he might let someone cut their own pinky and then shoot them nonetheless.

[ A laugh, then.

That's more like it. ]

I like that.

You'd love Sanzu. Absolutely loyal. A little on the crazy side, though. I miss him.

(and he gets up, only to pace a little. oh, drugs. he's awake, he's awake!!!)

[ Silco watched him exude the nervous energy. He hasn't felt anything yet, but just watching him scoot about is reassuring.

An upper was fine, after all. ]

Hm, he certainly sounds like he belongs where I'm from. I'll let you keep him, though. I have my own... unique underlings.

Hah! I ripped his mouth open, given him permanent scars, and he ain't ever left my side out of pure love for 15 years. He wouldn't switch, you know.

(tap. tap tap tap tap foot. tap. where's his drink? he wants a drink. a drink is nice, where can he get a drink? he'll drink silco's.)

Who? They here?

[ Silco wishes someone was as loyal as that. ]

No. Unfortunately. Sevika did lose an arm for me once. Still around, though.

[ And he wasn't telling anyone about Jinx. ]

Well, she didn't follow you here. That's a good or a bad thing?

(MIKEY. BE NICE.)

It means she's still alive, so...

Good, I suppose. Someone has to run things while I'm gone, hm?

[ Silco's hand felt for his drink, and he made a face when he realized that Mikey had Stolen his.

Rude. ]

She any good with that, though? If I left Sanzu to deal with all of Bonten, I think he'd run it to the ground. He's not very stable without me.

(here's an empty glass, silco.)

[ Silco took the glass, and filled it again.

This time, he held onto it. Too bad, he's filling his own drink, deal with it. ]

Oh, she doesn't have the vision, I suppose, but she's loyal. Not to me, but to our city. I don't doubt that she would keep things in line.

So what? You can rest in peace and everything else? Is that what you've been doing? In Japan, there's a lot of ideas on how ghosts come to be, is there any in Zaun?

(it's hitting him alright. he sits down again, only because he wants to see whether silco's pupil(s?) have grown larger yet.)

Depends on who you ask. Personally, I think it's nonsense.

[ His tone is airy, but... Mikey has a point. He doesn't want to be a rested dead, but... does he have a choice? He can't... go back. At least as far as he knew, he couldn't. Unless there was a a way to reverse the very permanent death he'd embraced.

Mikey sat back down, and he watched him carefully. One pupil had grown, of course, the other... Well, his eye didn't change to much -- unless it was the jolt of shimmer in the eye itself. ]

Some people believe in them, but... They're fools, obviously.

Well, I'm not so sure. When I was alive, I used to see them, you know. My brother, my ex, my sister, and my mother. They used to guide me a lot, tell me things. I believe it... But then again, Japanese. There's a lot to unpack there. I'll tell you some other day. I don't think you'd be interested.

(no in your case it was probably psychosis mikey but ok keep going

he sighs, though, watching the pupils and their difference. at least they've already established it doesn't hurt, but it doesn't make it any less freaky or fascinating to see it upclose.)

Only one from that list is here. I myself-- I don't remember dying perse. Do you? I think some of us just didn't die.

[ Silco's own leg started bouncing, that pent-up energy from the uppers, coupled with the question about his death.

He didn't want to talk about that, but everyone seemed driven to talk about it more than others. Now that Jinx was here, he wanted nothing more than to pretend it hadn't happened. ]

I had thought I was, I was recently injured. [ He said, carefully. ] Someone from my world, however, came from a different point, and I know she's alive.

So... it's very well possible that I'm not, and I was just shot.

[ By her. ]

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cw yubitsume

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cw suicide mention

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