Adventures in Shadowland ( During his time exiting the undeniably way-too-spooky halls and caverns of Hale, Yuuji had managed to find out something interesting—and potentially really helpful, not just for himself, but for anyone who might end up with gnarly injuries. And if the whole thing with that headless guy is any indication, those kinds of injuries might be more common than he expected, even in quiet little places like Serene. Still, for now, his priority is as his friend (and, like, everyone else he'd heard whispering about it) suggested, which is to do anything and everything to get rid of this mark on his arm.
It's not that he doesn't think he deserves the scar. On the contrary, while he has little idea of the nuance of its distinction—that the idea is to brand violence done within Stygia and surrounding lands—the moment he'd been told it was for shedding blood he knew, beyond a doubt, that if anyone deserved such a mark it was him. The idea that he might have been suspected and punished in error never occurs to him after that. And his Shadow, naturally, agrees, recollecting alongside him all the times his hands have shed innocent blood and taken innocent lives as Yuuji makes the long, lonesome trek out to the Shadowlands in search of those weird crocodiles he'd seen skulking around when he arrived.
But, before seeking them out, he makes a pitstop to his Door, emerging with a black trash bag which he balls up into his pocket. It's noisier than he would like, but he also figures that he's likely to smell the things before they get close enough to attack, even if the noise of the plastic draws them in. And anyway, it's probably not nearly as distracting as the persistent hiccuping and coughing he's been doing lately, which is sure to draw attention from much more than just the crocodiles.
Whether you find him carefully pulling his door shut behind him, or out and about in the wastes, Yuuji will be wearing the same grim yet determined expression. He'll also look a little worse for the wear, with his sleeves pulled determinedly over his arms and clamped to his palms by his fingers, along with the occasional pink petal or red stamen stuck to his lips, or scattered every few feet behind him. )
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has anyone taken any of the classes at the library? I was thinking of checking out the gardening class
for...reasons
ooc
( Yuuji ultimately will not be attempting to rescue the prisoner, despite being wrongly accused and branded himself. Also very open to gaining a Soulmate or two, intentionally or deliberately, since he'll be out in the Shadowlands harvesting skin! (In the least creepy way possible.) Yuuji's Door leads to a hospital room, dead end corridor with a couple of other rooms, and a nurse's station (floor plan forthcoming). Happy to write a starter for that upon request, or receive a random one!
Yuuji also has a catch-all for notice board quests or general world exploration/cr-building here in case none of this tickles your fancy. )
Itadori Yuuji — Jujutsu Kaisen
( During his time exiting the undeniably way-too-spooky halls and caverns of Hale, Yuuji had managed to find out something interesting—and potentially really helpful, not just for himself, but for anyone who might end up with gnarly injuries. And if the whole thing with that headless guy is any indication, those kinds of injuries might be more common than he expected, even in quiet little places like Serene. Still, for now, his priority is as his friend (and, like, everyone else he'd heard whispering about it) suggested, which is to do anything and everything to get rid of this mark on his arm.
It's not that he doesn't think he deserves the scar. On the contrary, while he has little idea of the nuance of its distinction—that the idea is to brand violence done within Stygia and surrounding lands—the moment he'd been told it was for shedding blood he knew, beyond a doubt, that if anyone deserved such a mark it was him. The idea that he might have been suspected and punished in error never occurs to him after that. And his Shadow, naturally, agrees, recollecting alongside him all the times his hands have shed innocent blood and taken innocent lives as Yuuji makes the long, lonesome trek out to the Shadowlands in search of those weird crocodiles he'd seen skulking around when he arrived.
But, before seeking them out, he makes a pitstop to his Door, emerging with a black trash bag which he balls up into his pocket. It's noisier than he would like, but he also figures that he's likely to smell the things before they get close enough to attack, even if the noise of the plastic draws them in. And anyway, it's probably not nearly as distracting as the persistent hiccuping and coughing he's been doing lately, which is sure to draw attention from much more than just the crocodiles.
Whether you find him carefully pulling his door shut behind him, or out and about in the wastes, Yuuji will be wearing the same grim yet determined expression. He'll also look a little worse for the wear, with his sleeves pulled determinedly over his arms and clamped to his palms by his fingers, along with the occasional pink petal or red stamen stuck to his lips, or scattered every few feet behind him. )
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text; un: itadori
has anyone taken any of the classes at the library?
I was thinking of checking out the gardening class
for...reasons
ooc
( Yuuji ultimately will not be attempting to rescue the prisoner, despite being wrongly accused and branded himself. Also very open to gaining a Soulmate or two, intentionally or deliberately, since he'll be out in the Shadowlands harvesting skin! (In the least creepy way possible.) Yuuji's Door leads to a hospital room, dead end corridor with a couple of other rooms, and a nurse's station (floor plan forthcoming). Happy to write a starter for that upon request, or receive a random one!
Yuuji also has a catch-all for notice board quests or general world exploration/cr-building here in case none of this tickles your fancy. )