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KINYOBI is open for business!

Who: Gojyo and anyone!
What: Drinking, fighting, insulting this disgusting bar...
When: Any time from August 9th through the end of August
Where: KINYOBI, in Musashino, Tokyo, Japan
Warnings: Please put warnings in the headers of your comments as they become relevant.

1. Friday nights at Friday's
Kinyobi is a small, dark bar, located on a street that was never nice, not even when the plant across town was open. This is an industrial area, and this used to be a blue-collar, industrial bar -- the floors are permanently sticky, there's dents and gouges and names carved in every wooden surface, the restroom is a horror movie, and the booze is either watered down or rotgut, depending on the day of the week and the mood of the bartender.

Still. It's home.

2. Shinki Sundays
Gojyo looks up when the bell on the door chimes, and smiles broadly at the newcomer. "Hey, come on in!" he calls. "You're shinki, right? Lemme see your mark."

3. Wildcard?

And some images to give an idea of what the inside of Kinyobi looks like:

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Edit as of October 6th, in-game: there is now a bar dog.

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"Right." Sha, Sha-- there it is. Weird name, he thinks, and taps in a fast text.

At bar with Gojyo. Ayakashi attacking. Please come help. He punches a finger against the send button, and then, in belated practicality, also sends the address. The two wolves towards the back are spreading out to either side, heads held low and ears back as they growl. Those teeth look even bigger than they had before.

Tsuzuki drops his phone and slashes his hand down.

"Line!" This one is uncomfortably close to them, and three more shelves go tumbling bisected to the ground, but it'll hold for a couple minutes, he thinks, if it has to. He blows out a breath, and catches his balance as (to his surprise) he realizes he's listing to one side.

"...so, Gojyo," he says, watching the wolves pace and snarl, "next time, let's just throw out the weird old sake bottle, okay?"

Those teeth definitely look bigger. Are their teeth really getting bigger? How is that fair!?

"Oi, you are not going to pin this on me." Tsu's got the door barricaded for the moment, so Gojyo takes a second to adjust his footing and get a better look at his new weapon. It fits his hands perfectly, like it was made to go there... and there's something rattling in the shaft. What the hell is this thing? "Blame whoever put the ayakashi in the bottle and didn't tell anyone about it, don't blame me."

"Promise."

With the smile, Gojyo could probably guess something more- Really, Botan was pleased to know that the bartender wasn't that kind of person. Releasing and smoothing the hem, she bounced over to the bar. Leaning her elbows over the edge, this is clearly someone with no sense of 'legal drinking age.'

"A pleasure to meet you in person, Gojyo. I believe you said something about trying the beer myself to see if it's decent?"

"I'm not blaming you!" Tsuzuki's taking the chance to breathe, and shuffling a few feet to the side to lean against the wall as he catches himself listing again. His shoulder is killing him. "I mean, I did warn you, though..."

And it's at least as much his fault for not objecting more strenuously. He'd been the one who'd actually known there was something weird going on with the bottle. Glancing over at Gojyo, he tries a weak grin.

"Help me get this blight off once we're out of here and I'll call it even."

It's hard to avoid the wolves in a tight space like this. There's a lot of them, it's dark, and there are large, sharp weapons being waved around. All of a sudden there's a third human-ish body in the small, dark storeroom. Sharak Sanzo appears out of thin air, gun in hand and ready to be a hero before she trips over an ayakashi and falls over backwards onto the floor, crashing into some debris.

"Shit- fuck- what the fuck are you idiots doing?!"

The possibility for a dramatic entrance ruined, Sharak scrambles backwards from the ayakashi towards Gojyo (she thinks). Luckily the side of her body closest to them is mostly covered by her robes, but already she's joined Tsuzuki in needing a wash in holy water after this.

Gojyo might be able to guess who this tall lanky teenager shuffling through the door was on the BBS, because at the question to show his mark, he only thins his lips and draws a borderline instead.

"...That should be good enough..."

Yup, he's one of those. He also easily casts a borderline between them.

"A lot of times, casting a borderline could be a lot easier." Because it's not like some spells need the shinki's vessel name to work as they're should. But also because it could be way less embarrassing.

They're all going to need a dip in the spring, and Gojyo's already planning to sit on Tsuzuki if that's what's needed to drag him to the doctor (healing powers or no, ayakashi bites have got to be filthy, and he doesn't want to think about what kind of infection they could grow if left untreated). His large, sharp weapon flashes again in the dim light as he tries to chase the ayakashi back through the narrow doorway, but they've already learned that the damage the blade causes, while painful, is temporary.

With a low growl that sounds far too much like a laugh for his taste, the ayakashi begin their advance again.

"I'll explain later," he yelps, waving the spade end of his staff wildly at the oncoming monsters. "Just say my name!"

Knowing that there's danger in sharing a shinki's name would require Gojyo to know anything at all about magic. The borderline is a nice clean one, though, and it's all Gojyo needs to confirm that this guy's a shinki.

"Sure, if you're any good at casting 'em," he shrugs, giving the bartop a perfunctory wipe down with a more or less clean rag. "Not everybody can." Or rather, he can't. But apparently he's the only shinki who can't cast a decent borderline, so that's doing awesome things for his self-esteem, thanks.

"What can I get you?"

He doesn't give a shit how old she is, so long as she's not an actual kid. She's dead, and that makes things like legal limits kinda blurry, in his mind. A drink isn't going to kill her, and if she gets too rowdy or sick, he can always cut her off, right? Not like the local cops can even see them, much less remember who they are long enough to check IDs.

"Oh, that was you?" The person who's never drunk before is also the person who was about to flash him? ...Maybe he should start asking for IDs after all. "You've really never had beer before?"

He's not the only one who threw a tantrum over the idea of showing his mark. ...And okay, Gojyo gets it, his mark would require dropping his pants, but come on. Can everybody cast a borderline except for him?

"Sure, you're good, c'mon in." The place is mostly dead, and not just because the clientele are all shinki. It's early enough that the evening drink-til-you-fall-over crowd hasn't shown up yet, so Chikusa's mostly got the place to himself. "What can I get you? We've got a special goin' on Asahi."

Tsuzuki won't even fight getting somebody to take a closer look at those bites once he's been dipped in shrine water. They ache. This is the worst day on the job ever. He casts another hasty borderline inside the door of the increasingly crowded storeroom, and stays mostly sagged against the wall, his free hand clenched with determination.

"Hi," he says to Sharak. "Long story. Are you okay?"

"Bingo."

It certainly did sound like she was ready to flash him, didn't it? Yet despite that willingness to seemingly expose herself, Botan isn't overly excited or caught up in the idea of drinking like some people who wait until they're of legal age and go to a bar for the first time. This was her still being 'sensible.'

"Well, I've only been here for a couple of weeks," was a good start to explaining that kind of situation. "It's not that long of a time to be here, and it's not like I could know anything from before that. Especially when you lose and have to get used to a new god in that time as well."

[ It's really unfair, Gojyo's decided, that heaven is full of attractive people. His god is attractive, his new co-worker is attractive... in fact, it's really easy to tell who in the bar is a god or a shinki, and who is a mortal. Tonight, it's still mostly mortals -- a double handful of middle-aged regulars at the far end of the bar who like to pretend that getting blind drunk in company is somehow less sad than doing it alone, a group of teenagers with terrible fake IDs (none of them looks to be younger than 16, so Gojyo doesn't really care to kick them out so long as they don't get sick), and a table of elderly locals having a senior night out on a budget. Sharak gets the attention of everyone when she enters, which isn't surprising -- that she's still got several pairs of eyes on her by the time she makes it to the bar, is. ]

Yo. [ He raises one hand in greeting, his grin sliding into appreciative as he takes in her wardrobe choices. It's really unfair how hot she is, given how totally uninterested in him she seems to be. ] What brings you here?

[One of the teenagers manages to keep her attention on Sharak as she approaches the bar, squinting at the woman's back uncertainly. She mutters to the boy sitting next to her, "Does she have a fucking tail-" before she's quickly hushed. They'll forget she's there before too long, it's fine. Sharak ignores them and takes a seat at the bar.]

You promised me a drink, didn't you? I thought I'd come collect.

Oh, yeah, that's a really good point. "I know a little about that, yeah." He gestures to one of the stools in front of him. Come, sit. "My first god vanished a couple weeks ago too. Were you two close?"

If she's here for beer, maybe she'd prefer to start with something light, he thinks, mentally going over the bar's scant selection. Rice beer is light, but not particularly sweet, and she looks like somebody who might like something more sweet and less hoppy or bitter. Cider, maybe? She might like cider.

"Sorry, I don't remember your name."

[ The door to the back room is closed, but from the fresh paint on the frame it's clear that somebody (or two somebodies) has been spending a lot of time cleaning the place up. There's no sign that there was a pack of ravenous ayakashi wolves in here a few days ago. Gojyo's actually really proud of that fact. Who would have thought that tidying a place up would be so satisfying? ]

Y'know, I do seem to remember sayin' something to that effect. [ And in fact, he's got a bottle already picked out, assuming she doesn't ask for something specific. It's just American whiskey, but it's better than most of the other crap on the shelves... and unlike most of the other crap on the shelves, this bottle didn't fall off the back of a truck. ] Whiskey okay?

[Considering how the place looked the last time she was here, she's moderately impressed by the state of the bar. Barely a wild demon spawn to be seen. Sharak's not very picky drinker, but she brightens a little bit at Gojyo's selection. Good choice, Gojyo, more or less what she wanted.]

It'll do. [Pour her a drink, barkeep. While he does that, Sharak takes a folded up piece of paper out of her pocket- one that looks like it's been put through the trash once or twice, honestly- and idly taps it against against the corner of the bar.]

Have you managed to avoid any other emergencies so far today?

[ Is that a flyer she picked up out of the gutter or something? Gross. C'mon, people sleep on that bar, put that trash away. ]

Can't complain. [ How about a triple, and does she take it with ice? ] No ayakashi, no more recovered memories, and other'n me the bar's been youkai-free for well over a week.

[Tap, tap. The paper is still cleaner than most of the faces that end up sleeping on this bar.]

And here I thought you were popular. [Triple, yes, and ice too. She's planning on taking her time here. Tap, tap.] You're not bored?

[ A triple on the rocks for the lady, and a single neat for him. ]

See, if you say it that way, I'm worried that if I say yes you're gonna have me clean out the chicken coop or something.

[ Is it a flyer for a party, maybe? Is she going to invite him to a party? ...Okay, that's the dumbest thing he's thought of in hours, this is Sharak Sanzo, she doesn't go to parties and she sure as hell doesn't invite her stray shinki to go with her.

A job then, maybe? Like a prayer? Gojyo slides her drink across the bar, and glances with affected disinterest at the paper. ]

Is that work or pleasure?

Sharak ignores Tsuzuki- sorry, Tsuzuki- in favour of grabbing Gojyo by the arm to pull herself back up to her feet. She fires a shot at an ayakashi that makes a move for her leg, but while that's enough to make it jump back, it isn't enough to kill it. She can't quite assess how many of them there are in the dark nor what the best, fastest solution is.

"Shaki." She growls, tightening her grip on Gojyo's arm. It's one less body in the room, at least.

[... Do you want her to invite you to a party, Gojyo? Please don't rely on her for a social life, that will never pay off.]

I took care of that earlier, actually.

[Tap, tap. Sharak pauses, looking at Gojyo considering her next move. She decides on just putting the folded paper flat on the table and pushing it towards Gojyo.]

I think it's yours.

He can help with the darkness issue, at least. Shakujyo and Gojyo both vanish, and Goyjo reforms in Sharak's hand as a broken -- and glowing -- sword. And if Tsuzuki laughs, he'll find out just how sharp that stumpy little sword is.

Really, he's not much more than a knife, his blade hardly as long as Sharak's hand. But at least his glow is soothing?

He's good at borderlines, if you want to split the pack.

There's one wolf -- the leader, the biggest, with far too much intelligence in all its rolling eyes -- in the doorway, and at least three more out in the bar. Any minute now, that front door is going to chime as the afternoon crowd wakes up and stumbles inside. They don't have much time.

But he's hurt, too.

Mine?

[ He's honestly got no idea what she's talking about. And that genuine confusion lasts until he unfolds the page and freezes. Shit.

His guilt isn't bad enough to cause blight, but it's definitely strong enough to share. ]

Hey, don't get mad, okay? I was careful! [ He folds the page in half again, concealing the words, and lays his hand flat on it afterward for good measure. ] I checked for blight the whole time, and I stopped every time I got that feeling I was pushing too hard.

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