#umbrellabancho

[starlaslight]

@umbrellabancho asked:

❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜

"There's a lot of books that needs to be taken to the library, and I know I can't do it all by myself so any help is definitely appreciated!" She says softly, grateful the guy was there to see if she needed help. She didn't have anyone else to take these books into the library yet and she was already struggling.

[caramialunaestelle]

@umbrellabancho sent:

"Yo." A young man with a shaved head and stern eyes gazed upon the young lady in front of him. Hands in his pockets. "You're the girl from the church posters, right? Mind if we have a talk? It's important."

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting!

Asa stopped in her tracks and glanced over her shoulder at the other. He looked about her age, maybe a little older. At first, she didn't know how to react, she hated how the Chainsaw Man Church had painted her as the poster woman of the group. They had plastered her image all over the city and boasted about how she was the best Devil Hunter they had, which only brought unwarranted attention to her of course.

But a part of her kinda liked the attention.

"Y-yeah... I guess," she replied, turning to face him fully. "What's up?"

[galaxythixf]

@umbrellabancho said: "Yo, Momo's man. Long time to see." The man raised his hand, greeting the other, eyes half-closed. "Do you have a minute?"

"M-Man?!" There's a level of flustered red that rises to his cheeks he can hardly explain but his nervous habits and fidgeting of glasses does so for him as he attempts to suddenly find a valid reason for their relationship outside of what Zuma might have implied. "Miss Ayase and I are just friends and nothing more!" It does a number to his heart he isn't ready to question, simply preserving the feeling as he attempts to swallow the nervous jitters and focus on the second part of his question. "What is it that you needed?"

[moayase]

@umbrellabancho sent : ❛ yo, momo! ❜ a tall young man with a stern gaze approached the girl, hands in his pockets. ❝ been a while. ❞

𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦  𝗔𝗥𝗘  𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗  𝗢𝗡  𝗔  𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗬  𝗢𝗩𝗔𝗟,  thumbs  pressing  on  buttons,  the  click  of  them  being  the  only  sound  she's  focused  on  as  her  lovely  little  digital  pet  gets  spoiled.  having  no  fun  is  such  a  bummer,  a  huuuuge  one,  one  that  can't  be  fixed  for  another  few  paychecks.  what  else  is  there  to  do  besides  latch  onto  a  silly  toy,  a  throwback  to  the  sandbox  days.  it's  not  much,  but  hey,  beggars  can't  be  choosers,  right?

sure,  she's  got  some  dingy  building  to  explore,  but  doesn't  keep  the  slog  of  a  day  threatening  to  weigh  her  down,  shoulders  already  sinking,  by  the  time  she  hears  a  familiar  voice,  one  that  gets  those very  shoulders  perked  up,  the  shine  creeping  back  into  umber  hues,  and  a  smile  that  spills  out  before  she  can  do  anything  about  it--  recognition  hits  before  she  even  sees  him.  and  once  she  does,  she  knows  the  day's  saved,  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳'𝘴  𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦!

❝  zuuuu-ma!  ❞  tone's  bright,  a  greeting  that  rings  out  with  warmth  saved  for  a  chosen  few,  the  ones  who’ve  gone  through  thick  and  thin,  and  come  out  of  it  no  matter  the  odds,  scars  and  all,  ❝  a  while's  like  totes  an  understatement,  more  like  𝐟𝐨𝐫-𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐫!  ❞  and  her  game's  all  but  forgotten,  tucked  back  into  the  pocket  of  her  oversized  jacket,  hand  slightly  hidden  by  baggy  sleeves.  the  autumn  chill's  starting  to  hit,  the  wind  fanning  out  her  tresses  as  she  skips  over  to  him,  chin  tilting  up  as  she  settles  right  in  front  of  him,  gaze  steady,

❝  y'ready  to  head  in?  the  hag  says  this  place  is  a  liiiittle  dicey,  but  we've  got  it,  don'tcha  think?  ❞

[hawxve]

"I remember you. You're Momo's friend right? Jin something?"

"Jin Enjoji, but just call me Jiji!" He grins, holding his hand out. "I'm Momo's best friend, we've been friends since childhood after all!"

[unladielike]

“If you say it’s like that, I’ll believe you.”

         NICE THINGS TO SAY. » still accepting!

    "Yeah, uh... I don't know if it's an autistic thing, but if more than one person is talking at the same time, I literally cannot concentrate on what's being said, let alone keep track of the conversation," Vivian sheepishly admits. Truth be told, she has no idea how knowledgeable Unji was of mental disabilities, but rather than let him believe she had hearing problems or was deaf, she figures she should clarify she has autism, meaning while she hears just fine, registering actual words was difficult.

    "Like, whenever I'm watching anime, I at least have subtitles to reference and can pause the video to read everything that's being said at my own leisure; however, that is not something I conveniently have available in real life... so I had to lead you to this alleyway where it's quiet and I can finally hear my own thoughts," Vivian then tries to reason, hoping somehow, he'll understand. "After all, since we live in a society, it's not as though I can simply yell at the people around us and tell them to shut up, right? Anyways, um... what were you trying to tell me earlier?"

@umbrellabancho

[rikuohs]

"So... you're like a sorcerer cop or somethin', right?"

she was loitering around the area while waiting for tafuku to grab some limited edition sweet that he'd been raving about. she lets out a sigh since she's already eaten, but sometimes she hates how some leads were dead ends. nothing more than the structure of their current nation, ruins of a japan free from a war. hiyuki knows there are those who seek to snatch away at the ideas of sweet peace. she raises a brow as someone guy in piercings approaches her. he reeks of deliquent, but who would be so bold to approach someone like her?

❛ what's it to ya? are you looking for trouble? ❜ she inquired since she could use something less lukewarm. there wasn't much that didn't rile her up, but she doubts this is his aim. ❛ who're you anyways ?❜

@umbrellabancho

[hoshizorax]

"It seems I have made myself an enemy of all the bad guys." - for Noriko Gojo

𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽. ♬ @umbrellabancho

"isn't that something you want? doesn't make much sense otherwise." she takes a drag of her cigarette and looked at him. "something you need or want?"

[kingyo-no-ha]

"...Cool Katana, is it real?"

chihiro directs his attention to the young man beside him staring intensely at his sword. his deadpanned face masks the curiosity that briefly bubbles up inside of him at the question. “do you see people carry fake katana's around a lot?” it's as real as anything else, with it being the last remaining piece of his father he carries around with him.

but he nods. of course it's real; it and the blood its stained and tainted with despite it's pristine cleaning.

[hoshizorax]

"depends on how well you can adapt to fighting something you know nothing about." her response might come off as cruel but she wasn't about to let people get hurt because they felt like they had to be a hero. it was a sure-fire way for someone to get injured or worse.

"just watch your back. i don't even know what this guy is capable of yet but he could literally try anything."

The young man rubbed the back of his head and sighed, he wished to object, but it was obvious that this lady wasn't the type to back down

"Fine, but at least let me help you out. I don't know much 'bout dark energy stuff, but I do have ways to help out. I certainly can do some damage."

Zuma cracked his knuckles as he kept walking alongside the young woman next to him. He might not have full control of Umbrella Boy yet, but he has it enough to a single battle.

[starlaslight]

Whats your favourite book and why?

"No, I have way too many favorites! I can't choose! You can't make me!"

@umbrellabancho

[caramialunaestelle]

The hint of disgust crossed her features as he mentioned his friends were planning on confessing their love to her. The thought of being the object of someone's affection never made her very comfortable. She could never understand why some of the girls her age were so obsessed with having a boyfriend or dating in general. But then again, Yoru was set on having Denji Hayakawa fall in love with Asa. And it wasn't like she didn't like him...

"Yeah... I... Guess you're right," she replied, avoiding eye contact with him. "I suppose I could ask your friends to leave."

Yoru hummed softly in Asa's ear. Perhaps, if these boys are strong, we could use them to our advantage.

Asa ignored her, finally looking Unji in the eye. "And you're not wrong... There is something fishy going on. I'm... I'm trying to look into it myself."

"You have more influence on them than you think." The young man rubbed the back of his head and let out a sigh, Unji thought he could omit this part of the context, as he didn't want to make his boys seem like a bunch of fools. But it seems there wasn't much of a choice. "My guys, they've joined the church because of you."

"Something about professing their love for you once they're a high-enough rank. So... as ya can probably tell, they're way over their heads."

Unji looks around, his eyes much sharper. Unji was a fan of Chainsaw Man, he always thought the guy was a badass. But worship? For someone known to tear other's apart? That's bound to end in trouble.

"I'll be straight with you, I don't like the Church, it has a creepy cult vibe, and it feels some shit is going to go down sooner rather than later. So I'd rather have my boys away from whatever happens."

"You can tell it too, don't you? Something's off about this church thing."

[galaxythixf]

The flustered habit disappeared without a trace when his hyperfixation was brought to light through Momo's praise, no less. Taking that fact in stride alone was enough to boost his ego, but offers no comment to elude any further misunderstandings regarding their relationship. Instead, his excitement is reserved for the original question and the volume at which he speaks reflects it. "Hah! So you're looking to hear about the most fascinating history on earth! You're a believer in the occult, Zuma?!" Color him surprised! Sure, he's aware that Zuma's circumstances may have made that fact obvious but usually people didn't bother to ask him about the details unless they were relevant to their situation.

"Where do I even begin?! There's plenty of ground to cover!" There really was. There were more cryptids in the world than he had time to dedicate to them. Not to mention what extraterrestrial life existed beyond their humble earth. Perhaps if they were unique in their experiences he'd find this just as difficult to sell as he had in the past, but his usual apprehension fades the more he relaxes under the idea that they are one in the same. "Bigfoot is a hot topic in the west! He's usually spotted on American or Canadian soil and has been around since the sixteenth century! There have been numerous reported sightings, video, and pictures that suggest Bigfoot is either capable of living several human generations long or that there are a plethora of Bigfoots that have bred as a united species! That would explain why we've seen so many over centuries! Bigfoot's been sighted in numerous areas throughout the west varying in different states and provinces!" He prattles and prattles with no remorse, eager to release his years worth of knowledge on to any curious soul. Awesome? It's the first time someone other than Momo's shown any interest in this with him, he isn't quite used to anyone else complimenting something he was interested in.

Okarun pauses as he gears up to continue with his information dump, trying to reel himself in enough to recall the details of how to elaborate on that question. He justifies the answer by convincing himself the truth was warranted, given all that they've been through. "Yes, actually his origins are still a little shaky to me since it was miss Ayase who discovered him but he's been relatively neutral as of late, so we haven't had a reason to act hostile towards him. He's part of a race known as the Serpoians—Serpo for short. They're an entirely male species that relied on cloning to reproduce until recently. After coming to earth they've set their sights on abducting humans to steal their junk." He nearly shudders at the thought after having spent so long fighting to get everything back for himself. "Miss Ayase calls him 'Rokuro', if I remember correctly." There's been little reason for Okarun to react, but despite knowing Rokuro was technically peaceful, it was difficult for him not to be surprised by an alien.

Unji paid no mind for the other's fidgetiness, he was more than aware that, behind that meek surface, hides a pretty damn cool badass.

But he had to admit, his surprise was unexpected. It felt pretty obvious that Momo and Ken had a romantic vibe going on. Unji is no love guru, but even someone as dense as him were able to tell how obvious it was, maybe they were still working things out.

Regardless, this was none of the ex-delinquent's business. So he decided to focus on why he went there in the first place.

"Momo told me you're like, an occult genius. Like you know all about UFOs, Bigfoot and stuff-"

"That shit's wicked awesome, mind teachin' me about it?" Not only was Unji interested in this weird occult thing, there was also a practical reason for his request. While Unji is somewhat aware of yokais and cursed weapons, he didn't know much about the other side of the occult aside from basic conspiracy theories. "That dude with a big creepy head who keeps talkin' about part-time jobs, he's an alien, right?"

[unladielike]

    "...Wait, for real?" Vivian questions, allowing slight disbelief to lace her tone. Granted, she still doesn't think Masaru had been flirting with her, but Unji did know him a bit better than she did, so perhaps the signs were there and she simply hadn't noticed. Still, the revelation itself was all too sudden, Vivian had trouble wrapping her mind around it; in fact, it has yet to even fully sink in for her that she was potentially hit on.

    "Man, I can't believe modern day courtship has grown so complicated now, guys will no longer just ask a girl out to dinner like they seemingly used to..." she sighs while shaking her head. "But I suppose until he confirms it himself, I can afford to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he doesn't have any ulterior motives. Then again, you probably wouldn't have to worry too much, Zuzu; after all, the human heart is very fickle, I wouldn't be surprised if three dimensional men would fall out of love with me the more they actually get to know me better."

    Granted, what she said might not be entirely true; however, Vivian would rather believe anyone who had a crush on her would end up losing their attraction or feelings towards her at some point or another than let herself be swept away by frivolous romantic fantasies... after all, doing so would only lead to her becoming disappointed once reality somehow manages to pull the rug from underneath her feet again. Either way, Unji's next words soon has Vivian redirecting her gaze up towards the sky, where the sun could be seen, peeking out over the horizon.

    "Yeah, we should get going," she finally nods before subsequently bringing herself to saunter past him... only to cease to an abrupt halt once she realizes something. "Oh, that reminds me, Zuzu... do you know how to get back to the Suzuki Hotel by any chance? To tell you the truth, your boys had distracted me so much, I guess I kinda lost track of my surroundings; in fact, I have no idea what street we currently are on," Vivian finally admits while scratching a single finger against her cheek.

"Some of 'em do, others like to think that they're slick, like Masaru." Unji rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if he has truly been behaving or if Vivian just didn't quite pick up on the hints he's been trying to laid out. But regardless, the young man thought better to warn her about this stuff. "Either way, if anythin' happens, let me know, okay? I'll talk to them if needed."

Unji liked to take care of his people, and, even though they've known each other for a short while, he considered Vivian to be one of them, one of the people ostracized by others, forced into the fringes just for being different or having a difficult past.

"Anyway, it's gettin' late, let me walk you out of this place."

[kingyo-no-ha]

chihiro let's the comment pass, hoping that would be the end of it honestly. he didn't think of himself as a people person, yet somehow people somehow tended to cling to him or something. then again, they all happen to be strange people; maybe he could avoid that this time, he hoped, going to turn his face and gaze away from the other. as the kid spoke up again, crimson eyes flit interestedly to the tidbit of information he was offering, hardening into a gentle glower.

“a gang?” he asks, his face remaining inexpressive minus his forehead creasing slightly. he wonders if he means just any old 'gang' these days that happen to be regular scum with katanas who likes harming people for fun. chihiro would never fall to standards like them; he swings his sword with a purprose. he doesn't like looking that deeply into it, but it sounds like this guy is accusing him of being involved with them somehow?

“....” his hands grip enten possessively. “what are you implying?”

@kingyo-no-ha

chihiro directs his attention to the young man beside him staring intensely at his sword. his deadpanned face masks the curiosity that briefly bubbles up inside of him at the question. “do you see people carry fake katana's around a lot?” it's as real as anything else, with it being the last remaining piece of his father he carries around with him.

but he nods. of course it's real; it and the blood its stained and tainted with despite it's pristine cleaning.

"Wicked..."

The young man stood in silence for a second, his eyes fixed upon the sword, only to shift back to the young man. His stoic expression hiding his true feelings. Although in turn, Unji himself were unable to read the other's expression, as he seem to carry himself with the same stoicness as the ex-delinquent.

"Ya know... I've been hearing rumours of a gang roaming around lately." Hands in his pockets, his eyes were now fixed upon the the other's, as if alert of his every move. "They say that they're a bunch of scumbags wearing black suits, that carrying these weapons out in the open, harming innocent folk."

Unji's furrowed his brow, practically glaring at the other. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would ya?"

[hoshizorax]

"okay, so you want me to go in there, get a good look at the guy, and get out? you do know that's not going to happen, right? i'm telling you that now so you don't see me unloading on this guy." she spoke as she stood up and moved around her desk. "well, it's good that you caught me when i'm a bit generous. i don't do this often but.. don't worry about payment. even if i have to fight this guy."

there's a grin on her face before she laughs. "i've fought a lot of things--even things like demons--i think i'll be alright. don't worry about it.

"Wicked." His gaze softens as he hears that the girl agreed to his request. Almost as if he was relieved. "Don't got much money, but I'll owe ya, big time."

The young man signals with his head for the other to follow him, he seemed to be in a hurry.

"By the way, I just want you to take a look, give me some tips on how to beat the guy, and get out.

Don't be going into the fight, I don't want you gettin' hurt 'cause of me."

"I'll show that asshole not to mess with my crew!" His gaze intensified as he cracks his knuckles. Unji always been temperamental, but he learned to control it thanks to his adoptive father. However, any sort of restraint is thrown away the minute anyone messes with his people.