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[gurge]

[ there's a monk. a buddhist monk, dressed nape to ankle in ceremonial robes, bare feet on hard tile floors. the penthouse behind him is classy and tasteful, but a jarring modern contrast to his clothing. it doesn't take much movement to realize his right sleeve, however, is completely empty. cheerful and chipper, he smiles and waves at the camera. ]

Hi hi~! Oh. I've been here since the first of us and not properly introduced myself on the network. My apologies, I'm a bit shy. [ yeah right. ] I'm Getou Suguru — [ the bow of his head is just deep enough to not be impolite. ] — a shaman from Japan. Back home, I specialized in hauntings and strange phenomena, as well as karmic work and even some chakra alignment. If you're suffering from strange aches and recurring nightmares, compulsive thoughts or stranger whispers, unprecedented cravings...

[ he's extremely animated through each of these symptoms even though he rattles them off like a medication commercial: acting out an ache in his nonexistent arm, a hand over his eyes for the nightmares, holding his head for thoughts and whispers, and... something a little more devious for cravings as he winks. ]

Please don't hesitate to visit.

[ a map link identifies his location. he's not very worried about stranger danger, is he? there's a long beat where he just smiles, and it seems like the feed might end, but then he acts on another thought that's been rolling around in that silly head of his: ]

Ah, and... Satoru.

[ to throw himself at the mercy of the public image is... a lot. he must know it, this man who values his pristine image. is it apology enough then, to make himself look like such a fool? he slides onto his knees mid-screen, clapping his hands together in prayer. are there tears? there might be tears. ]

Can't you please finally forgive meeeee?

[ what an embarrassing note to end on. ]



[ note: this character is a villain who hates humans so please check the journal for content warnings! i caught covid in the middle of sept so sorry for the abrupt hiatus; i'm working my way through backtags soon. no worries if anything's too old! cheers ]

Comments

[gurge]

[ wise! but he's not prone to taking advantage of youths with abilities. of course, there's always the possibility he'll want to consume pochita....... ]

Whatever there is to offer! We're back to the bartering system here, aren't we? Applicable skills, homecooked meals, running errands, things of that nature...

Or, there's always the infamous IOU. Of course, that benefits you more than me so I hand them out quite cautiously.

[nutkick]

[ LEAVE POCHITA ALONE, YOU!! wow. ]

I already owe you a favor from the mall, so you have your first 'IOU'. But, I guess I should make sure you actually can help me here. Again, I don't really understand what you can do exactly ...

[ uh, how to put this in a more coherent way? ]

... Can you call out devils?

[gurge]

[ ...sure, why not. Denji's still just such a strange little curiosity. ]

Only ones I've previously defeated in battle.

[nutkick]

Oh ... [ he looks— discouraged. the monk can't help him. ]

Well, at least I won't have to do your laundry anymore. [ yeah, that was his sad offering for this massive favor. ]

[gurge]

If you're direct in an explanation of your needs, perhaps I can devise another way to assist you, or find someone else who can.

[nutkick]

I want someone who can wake up sleeping devils. I know he's here. I can feel him snoozing— I just can't wake him up anymore.

[ in other ways: he's powerless. what a dumb confession to make in an open network. ]

[gurge]

[ ...ah. so that's the sense Getou had in the mall before. ]

Well. I could give it a try? But that certainly depends on how far you're willing to go to see him wake.

[ "him"? he's formed a relationship with it? ]

[nutkick]

[ dare to call it a 'love' relationship, too. nothing as romantic as yuta and rika, but hey— the chainsaw devil is undeniably fond of denji. ]

... I'll do anything.

[ it's fair to say that love is mutual. ]

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[gurge]

[ hoh, what tenacity... what passion... he can't resist trying to help the fiery youth!! ]

Since I can't guarantee you anything, I'll attempt it free of charge. However, Denji-kun... [ there's one finger in front of smiling lips, right eye closed in a wink. ] It's our little secret. Understand?

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[nutkick]

[ —do you ever just willingly walk into an open trap because you're that fucking desperate?! ]

I understand ...

[ yoshida will be out of the picture; that alone is a risk for denji. ]

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[gurge]

[ dw the game lore gods will save you. ]

Excellent. Please let me know when you're available.

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[nutkick]

Right now.

[ well- ]

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[gurge]

[ a pause. he hadn't intended to take any appointments right away, but... Denji looks sincere, and Getou's curious. curious enough to rearrange his plans? ]

Now and no other time, is it? [ time-sensitive. must be hiding it from someone. ]

Very well. I don't expect this to be a clean affair, so meet me at the entrance to the graveyard in the park.

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[nutkick]

[ 'must be hiding it from someone' — smart man. meeting at the graveyard should give denji a hint of how shady this whole exchange is, but whatever. boredom, depression, and yearning is one hell of a mix of 'I don't give a fuck'. ]

I'll be there.