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[sociieties]

[ text, petra ] !!!! / @barrenstars

[deathfavor]

@barrenstars said: 22﹕ sender  finds  receiver  [ injured / bloodied ] . for takuya and kazutora!

Kazutora winces when he wipes the blood from his lip, slumped down in some alley he's tucked himself into. The anger in his head had finally subsided - it felt like he was often dancing with anger these days ; today had just been one of the days where he'd fallen into the bubbling violence of that emotion.

So Valhalla's tiger had torn through the streets, starting fights and raising chaos and destruction in his path. Baji was busy and even if he wasn't, well, he didn't need to bother him with this. He was fine. Or had been. Now that the adrenaline had faded out, he was all too aware of the aches and pains. He leans is head back and lets his eyes slip close for a few minutes just to try to recuperate. Now the task of getting back up seems so much.more difficult....

A bottle rolls to the side as someone accidentally nudges it with their foot and Kazutora's eyes snap wide open. He expects to see some dumb brute lumbering his way ready to fight or god knows what else. Instead he sees the exact opposite of that. Certainly far prettier than he expected, though he also looks somewhat terrified to even be approaching him. Kazutora relaxes his muscles and watches the other approach through half-lidded eyes.

Why does he look familiar..?

" Hey. " He speaks first, voice rough before his eyes suddenly widen. " Hey I know you! " This time there's more enthusiasm, albeit more for the fact Kazutora's suddenly recalled why this boy is familiar than anything else. " You're one of Takemichi's friends, right? " Kazutora moves to get up - and then winces when he puts weight on his right ankle. Damn, he must've done something to it.

[starjynx]

@barrenstars / @ofsavior

[kyukicho]

@barrenstars replied:

emma vc: mikey beat his ass rn

"Kenchin, Emma said I'm to beat your ass! Get over here!"

[whirling-fangs]

❛ How are your injuries? ❜ ( from mitsuri! )

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // accepting!

The boar's response wasn't immediate. His sulking was rather evident, from the slumping of his shoulders to the way he averted his gaze. Or at least, his boar head was turned away from Mitsuri – but there was no telling where his actual eyes were looking through the mask's blue irises.

"...they're fine. It's just a couple broken bones. They're gonna mend in no time, and then I can go back to training! I bet I could already stand, if only..."

His sentence died in his tight throat, anger turning his voice into a growl. There was a metallic clang from under the bedsheets, which Inosuke promptly ripped off his pyjama-clad frame to better show Mitsuri the subject of his ire.

"That stupid nurse tied me up! She used bandages first, then rope, but I kept gnawing through them... but there's no way I can break these! So you gotta help me! Use your sword, get me free, and we can go train!"

[tvrningout]

"you don't sound very enthusiastic." ( from sana, for tsugumi! )

reign prompts | @barrenstars approaches tsugumi!

" would you? " tsugumi shoots back, a half-smile on her lips as she busies herself with looking at some of sana's most recent work. " i moved to kyoto to get away from my family, and here i am agreeing to let one of my cousins -- who i hardly know, by the way -- move in with me and to mentor her. i have no idea what to expect. "

miyuna isn't entirely unknown to her. the jinja have often gossiped to tsugumi about potential successors and promising sorcerers, and as one of the few family members with the clan technique, miyuna has come up more than once. but whispered words behind closed doors and a few brief conversations aren't much to go off of when intending to live and train together. tsugumi wonders if she's made a mistake, if she's honest.

the sorceress turns to look at sana, pointing down at a pair of tonfa. " these are pretty. the carving must have taken quite a while. "

[strawdxll]

“you look like you could use a hug.” from shoko!

random dialogue prompts | accepting

silence fills the room as nobara sits still, her gaze focused on her own hands folded neatly in her lap as the older woman attends to her wounds. under normal circumstances, this would be whatever. just another day on the field. nothing too bothersome about getting wounds treated. however, this isn't a normal circumstance—her classmates left for their mission as three and returned as two. that thought makes her feel sick.

"huh?" nobara finally looks up when shoko breaks the silence. "oh, uh, it's fine, shoko-san," she dismisses her words, swallowing thickly as her lips return to their downturned state. her shoulders slouch slightly as she relaxes once more into her seat on the bench in shoko-san's office. her muscles are sore from the previous mission; the first-year fought until she truly couldn't, exceeding her usual limits and pushing through combat after taking many blows.

her injuries begin to fade as the medic worked her magic. yet, her energy remains low. the exhaustion from the mission is nothing compared to the insurmountable feelings of uselessness after being the first to crumble during their mission and having to be carried out by fushiguro's toad and later retrieved by ijichi-san while the fight continued. without her.

she heaves a deep breath, speaking up again. "when you were a student, how often did this happen?"

[ofovertime]

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  from ino!

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 || accepting @barrenstars

" Because I do not want you getting hurt. I personally feel like you can be better used somewhere else than at my side. I can handle these curses alone. "

Nanami stared down at the other for a moment. Hands at his side for a moment, he hated to be a little rough with the other but sometimes the other wouldn't stop until he got his way. Though sometimes Nanami needed to push his foot down. Even if it doesn't look like he cared, he did. a lot.

" I will not allow you to get hurt when you're around me, so I need you to go help the rest of them out. understood?"

[ofsavior]

@barrenstars replied to your post “kisumshi mentioned you on a post “if mikey is...”:

ran vc: suck my balls

“ ... Pass. ” So anyway -

[sociieties]

in rindo's defense, he didn't know that there was anyone in their general vicinity until it was far too late -- despite this, knowing that someone else was around wouldn't have stopped him from changing his shirt in the middle of the train anyway. regardless, it happens and as he turns to walk off, planning on trashing his blood covered shirt ( blood's a bitch to get out and while he could just clean it, he could easily just get a new one ) -- only he doesn't get that far before he collides with something and in the background, he can hear ran say this is the bast day of my life to himself. ( fuck you, ran. )

everything that happens afterwards is expected, everything between the chick running off to his twin laughing to himself, even to rindo kicking his brother when he sits back down. " shut up, " he replies, eyes rolling as he reaches to put his glasses on the top of his head. " she ran off 'cause you fucking laughed, i'd leave too. "

logically speaking, rindo can see how the entire ordeal must have been completely mortifying. realistically speaking, he doesn't care that much. shit happens after all.

he's groaning softly to himself, sliding back in his seat to place his head on the table, arms crossing in front of him as he stares off towards the window on the opposite side. " nah, she looks just like him. they could be twins. " insane thing to say to his literal twin. attention only flickers back towards his brother when the other speaks again, eyes reluctantly moving to land on him, watching the motion before he's resetting his line of sight. " asshole, go to sleep or something. " / @barrenstars

[deathfavor]

@barrenstars said: ran frequently finds himself wondering just why he and his brother agreed to join this gang, all the way in tokyo. he and rindo lived in roppongi, which wasn't that far away. it just meant that ran had to actually get out of bed and get a train frequently, even for something as silly as a meeting. while his brother always showed up with a bounce in his step, ran looked like rindo had dragged him by the scruff of his neck all the way from roppongi. if izana requests another early morning meeting ran might just disappear from the face of the earth, actually. nonetheless, he's here now, leaning tiredly against a brick wall while more members arrive - rindo made sure they arrived on time, but they ended up a little early. folding his arms over his chest, the haitani allows for his eyes to flutter shut for a moment, contemplating allowing himself to slip away into a soft slumber, only to remind himself of the situation he's in. with an irritated tut, he blinks his eyes open, only to be surprised as a figure comes around and into view, a little too close for comfort. he jumps but immediately relaxes with a scowl once he sees it was hanma, his bad mood only spiralling as he sees that mischievous glint in those golden eyes of his. �� halloween isn't for another two weeks, you know, ❞ ran informs with a sleazy smirk, readjusting himself against the wall. ❝ you can take your mask off. ❞

Hanma doesn't much care for these meetings - he doesn't mind them per se, but they weren't of particular interest to him. That wasn't to say Hanma didn't find his OWN ways to have some fun without having Kisaki nag him or elbow him in the ribs. Not that it hurts, it doesn't, but it isn't exactly fun either when he'll have to listen to a lecture later. Although, Izana is one of the few people that Hanma can say is capable of impressing him. A guy that can make all these other powerful guys listen to him is certainly capable. Although he also has that same, slightly too wide stare that he remembers from someone else from the past.

Well, crazy knows crazy. Hanma's good at finding crazy.

Hanma rounds the corner and finds himself only a few feet from Ran Haitani - and it seems the reaper has shocked him. There's nothing to save Ran from Hanma's sharp vision, and his bored expression turns into one of smug satisfaction. His lips curve up and he laughs when he sees the scowl that appears on Ran's face.

" Boo ~ " Hanma's mocking, sing-song voice fills the space. He doesn't have to rub it in that he saw the big bag king of Roppongi jump from seeing him. Because he's Hanma, and he pisses people off just for shits and giggles.

Hanma laughs at the words and just to piss off Ran further, he leans against the wall right next to him. Not quite enough to touch shoulders, but far too close than any sane person would choose to stand, much less someone bantering with another person. " Aww, still believe the boogeyman and demons only come out at midnight on Halloween? That's adorable. "

Eerie gold flicks up and down over Ran but why is hardly decipherable. Then again, that was the thing with Hanma. For as obnoxious and loud as he was, no one could ever decipher what was really going on behind his eyes. His personality drove people to look away from how dangerous he truly was. Only the smart ones knew to stay on guard against him. The smart ones also knew better than to engage with Hanma but that didn't mean the reaper couldn't lure them in all the same.

" Besides, isn't two weeks from Halloween basically Halloween anyways? Get in the spirit some. You going as a princess this year? " He asks, a derisive smile plastered on his face as he meets Ran's sleazy smirk head on. If anything, it seems to encourage him.

[starjynx]

@barrenstars' Ran was spotted!

The aroma of coffee beans and pumpkin spiced baked goods hung heavy in the air as Yuzuha entered the cafe. The season change seemed to put her in a good mood. She gently slid her headphones off her ears to let them hang around her neck with some soft humming to the tune of the song she last listened to on her way here. Eyes delightfully looking up at the menu as she got in line. But her gaze kept flicking over from the menu to the tall guy in front of her. 

She recalled what Emma said just the other day to Yuzuha. About how autumn brings out the fashionable hot guys, or something like that. Yuzuha mostly remembered how the girls agreed over how attractive guys can be when they wear long coats & colder weather attire. A subtle rosy shade dusted the girl's face now as she took in this guy's appearance. She can appreciate the jeans and boots combination. His long hair gave even more charm. She just hoped he wouldn't turn around to find her blatantly checking him out, that'd be embarrassing.

Luckily it didn't take long for the line to move forward & she was able to order her usual autumn favorites. Now she just had to get through waiting for her coffee & muffin, hand reaching to fish her phone out of her pocket to text Emma about how right she was about the season. She had been so preoccupied with her conversation with Emma that when the barista called her name Yuzuha without properly looking just grabbed the first drink her hand felt on the counter. Eyes staying glued to her phone's screen with a small smile, but as she walked away & her lips took a drink of the beverage the taste caught her by surprise. This was definitely not what she ordered & glanced down at the cup to see a different name written across it. A spin on her heels almost led her to collide into the woman behind her who was also heading for the cafe's door. ❝ I'm so sorry! Excuse me. ❞ an awkward apology as she scanned the other coffee cups around the cafe. 

Relief found her when she noticed partial scribbling of her name across a coffee cup on a table close to the counter. Only issue was it was in possession of the individual she had been texting Emma about noticing while in line. Just her luck. As she slid her phone back into her pocket she casually strolled over to his table & waved a hand in front of him in hopes of capturing his attention. An awkward smile graced her features & a soft chuckle to boot with the greeting. ❝ Um, hi. I'm so sorry to interrupt you. I think we accidentally grabbed each other's orders. ❞ She turned the cup of coffee in her hand around to display the name scrawled across it.

[kyukicho]

@barrenstars asked: ‘ i get ignored so much my name should be terms and conditions. ’ ( from emma, for mikey! )

"What?"

Processing... Mikey was a little slow but it soon dawned on him what she had said. Suddenly bursting into laughter and holding his side. Doubled over from what he thought was an awful but hilarious joke.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He snickered. "I heard you, I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!" Finally standing up straight and suppressing the remaining giggles. "That's not true. Everyone listens to you, me, gramps, Kenchin....uhh Hina?" Who else did she regularly talk to... Mikey wasn't so sure. He didn't pay that much attention, admittedly.

[whirling-fangs]

with a laundry basket in hand, aoi tiredly trudges her way from the butterfly mansion outside to the yard, ignoring how her eyelids threaten to fall shut every few seconds. taking a few steps into the garden, she spots the large mass curled up on the grass and immediately recognises it as hashibira inosuke, thanks to the large hide he wears. it looks like he had been training and crashed out on the grass, and from what she can tell, he was sleeping soundly. and that was all it took for aoi to bend over and rest the basket down to make her way over to him and sit down by his side. sitting crossed-legged for a moment, the ravenette heaves out a gentle, exhausted sigh before flopping onto her back, rolling onto her side to face the boy, subconsciously curling up to him for warmth as sleep easily begins to take her away. napping with him wouldn't be an issue, right? she hopes not.

One training session too many. Against all medical advice, Inosuke had pushed himself to the limit, and he was now paying the price – in the form of an impromptu nap in the middle of the yard.

His body was bandaged in places, visibly bruised in others. Clearly not a state fit to lift the heavy boulders that rested not too far from his sleeping form.

He seemed so uncannily peaceful, curled up on his side, light snores escaping his snout. A moment suspended in time.

For a moment, he didn't stir, not even when Aoi curled up closer. The cool evening wind sent a shiver crawling across his bare skin, which seemed to detect a source of warmth close by.

An arm rose and fell again around Aoi's shoulders. A grip that wasn't tight, but just strong enough to bring her closer to his chest. This was how the boars resisted the cold winter winds – huddled together, sharing warmth.

He was too deep in his slumber to noticed that he wasn't hugging a boar. The hair of his hide would come tickling at her face, while his lips clicked in his sleep.

".... don't leave..."

[strawdxll]

“She's not dying, she's just having an existential crisis.” from panda!

ask | accepting

"is this what life is about? being tossed about like stir fry until you inevitably croak?" she asks, half joking. resting on her hands and knees, she catches her breath. before coming to jujutsu high nobara had limited practice with hand-to-hand combat, most of her training limited to her grandmother whose technique she inherited. can't exactly go hard with an old lady.

while she's preoccupied with her own declining stamina, their upperclassman inumaki utters something to panda that she assumes is some sort of check-in, her eyes barely catching her senior pointing at her with an index finger. she's touched by the show of concern until panda speaks up. she kind of sounded pathetic like that, huh?

"no, no i'm not. i'm just fine!" she stands up tall to prove her point. "very much alive and not having a crisis."

[tvrningout-a]

starter call | @barrenstars' petra encounters pav!

the spider society is a cool place with a lot of cool people; it's also an overwhelmingly large place with an overwhelming amount of spider people, but pav is from mumbattan. he can handle all that. but he has to admit that the similarities between all of them are a little... he doesn't want to say overwhelming. he's flexible, adaptable. this is just a little bump in the road for him.

either way, speaking to petra about it seems like a good idea, particularly when pav realizes he hasn't eaten yet.

" everyone i speak to keeps mentioning a spider bite like that's the standard. " pav furrows his brow and leans his arms upon the cafeteria table. " how did you get your powers, petra? "