#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  𝘧𝘪��𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺  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?  ❞

[historias-multorum]

@umbrellabancho continuing from this.

"Minding my business." Draken answered. "Now you. What are you doing?"

[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.

[unladielike]

    "I-I'm sorry? I'm afraid I didn't exactly catch that," Vivian proceeds to tilt her head upon not quite managing to make out the words he whispered underneath his breath. Had Unji insulted her or something? Honestly enough, she had no way of actually knowing, but before she could question him further, he soon pointed out they were in gang territory, causing her eyes to outright widen as she cradles her Ita bag, which displayed merchandise for Niles or Zero from Fire Emblem Fates, more tightly against her chest.

    "'Yodocho'?!" Vivian finds herself incredulously parroting, yet upon not wanting to be left behind, she'll quickly hasten after Unji's heels. "Holy... w-welp, on the bright side, I guess I at least don't have to take the train; plus, none of those punks prowling about could possibly hold a candle to how tough I am!" she then adds. Of course, she was truly a weakling and didn't have any muscles that would scare off any potential attackers let alone hold her own in a fight, but regardless, she didn't know how to get back to Suzuki Hotel by herself; therefore, she'll continue trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

    Still, given all the racket the local delinquents were making around them, Vivian couldn't help letting her gaze eventually wander... only to end up wincing. God, talk about barbaric. Why the hell were they possibly attacking trash cans, she wonders? Truth be told, it didn't make any sense to her; in fact, Vivian feels like vending machines would give them more bang for their buck. Either way, it doesn't take long for her eyes to absentmindedly shift forward again the moment she was glared at... not because she was scared, per say, but because she had this haunting suspicion her precious pins, key chains, and acrylic standees were suddenly at risk of being bashed by those bats they wielded.

    "R-Right! Now probably isn't the best time to take in the scenery, huh?" came her sheepish concession. Sure enough, Vivian then picks up the pace until she was walking directly beside him, for when it came down to it, she would go absolutely apeshit if those punks happened to ruin her bag or her merchandise due to her simply looking at them. "Say, um... did you happen to grow up in this neighbourhood, Zuzu?" Vivian finally goes on to question once a few minutes had passed. ...After all, Unji certainly seemed to know his way around Yodocho far better than the average Japanese citizen.

"Sometimes I wonder how are you even alive." The young man whispered to himself as he furrowed his brow at the girl's claim that she had no idea where is this place. He's aware that Vivian could be a bit of an airhead, but this part of town is really damn shady, guess he has to keep looking over her for the time she's spending in Japan.

"We're on Yodocho, part of Takamori's gang territory." He signals with his head for Vivian to follow him, the sooner they leave this street the better. "Watch yourself, okay? Ain't exactly a friendly bunch here."

As he said that, one could hear some delinquents bashing trash cans with baseball bats near them. But Zuma ignores it as he sticks close to the girl. "Suzuki's Hotel is about a 30 minute walk, shouldn't be a problem."

As he said that, the young man notices glares aimed at both him and the girl, which he responds by a glare back, and hurrying his pacing. "Don't stare at 'em, keep looking forward."

[meniwame]

Let Me Assign You An Affection Language

A Story That Ends In Blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing.

You don’t care if it kills you but once you find someone whom you love and who loves you back, you will make sure nothing happens to them. They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. Because it has always been about love, and it is how it always ends.

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[starlaslight]

Whats your favourite book and why?

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

@umbrellabancho

[historias-multorum]

Let me assign you an affection language

violent devotion

Everyone seems to think you are faithless, but the thing is you haven’t yet found someone who will bring you to your knees and make you raise your head in reverence. This world has stopped bringing you joy, you want more of the divine. You want to dedicate your entire existence to someone; you want to make them realise they are not something terrible, make them see just how much beauty they are bringing to this world. You want to be the only one for them, the only one they have chosen to love. There’s a god shaped pit inside of you and only they can fit in it. And what if they choose to walk away? Didn’t I say this was violent devotion?

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[galaxythixf]

"Right! Serpos! Up until recently I thought that they were an invasive species whose primary goal consisted of reproducing via stealing our reproductive organs but it appears that some Serpo are capable of individual thought rather than the collective hivemind that I was previously familiar with. I still haven't had a chance to ask many questions about Rokuro, actually, so I don't have all the details as to what makes him different …" Maybe later he could pester her for the details and actually get to the bottom of it, but he digressed.

Feeble nerves wash over him the minute Zuma acknowledges his respect for Ken's wealth of unusual knowledge and he fidgets in response, unaware of how to react to a genuine compliment to his interests. Fumbling with his glasses, a clear sign of his nervous habits, he tries to thank the other without the needless embarrassment, but he isn't Momo by any means. Sometimes he craved her confidence but he wasn't confident man by any means. Confidence was grown through steady work and time, and in some areas he's definitely come a long way but his old habits would die hard. " … R-Respect?" He repeats, just barely audible to himself, eyes cast downward to the tips of his shoes while he tried to make sense of something so unbelievably simple. "I had a lot of time to research all of this, yes … "

It's squashed in the wake of Zuma's very attractive offer, a festering desire laying dormant within Ken for a while now that he hadn't the strength to piece together himself. Wishing he had the body to keep up with the demand of his abilities he yearned for an opportunity to learn how to properly fight. Turbo Granny's training definitely gave him some insight but if Zuma fought with the same strength and valor as some of the classmates Ken saw fighting when visiting his school that day then he couldn't lie about how eager he was to learn. His brief interaction with Zuma already proving fruitful and for something Ken previously considered worthless? It's a marvel how he wound up in such a lucky situation. "You have a deal. I'll teach you anything you want to know, but my knowledge of spirits is still incredibly basic" he warned, now regaining a little bit of his composure. "Are you sure that's all you want from me? I'm sure you could easily figure out these things on your own." A bad habit, doubting the gift that's been handed to him.

Zuma is taken aback by the sudden shift from timid student to passionate occult fanatic. That wasn't bad, the former delinquent respects people who are passionate about their interests, shows character and honesty, two things that he respects the most.

Plus, that topic was genuinely interesting for Unji, the young man did enjoy the occult back when he was a child, he just never had time to dwell in it due to well... a lot of shit that happened. Stuff that forced him to get whipped back to reality.

But ever since he got Umbrella Boy's powers, reality itself has shifted, so now there are things that Zuma must learn in order to keep up.

"Ser...poians? Damn, there's a lot I don't know." The ex-delinquent was just starting to get a grasp on the whole concept of spirits and ghosts and stuff. But now there are aliens added to it as well, there's a lot of info Zuma has to go through. "You really know your shit, don't you, Ken? Respect."

"Would you mind teachin' me more about it? In exchange, I can teach ya some street brawl I've picked up here and there."

[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."