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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.

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:



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

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His head is pounding -- shock of the fall aside, he's inhaled enough crap from that ceiling that he's going to be wheezing for a week -- but there isn't time to recover. The wolves are on Tsuzuki, they've got no god, no way of holding them back. He can't fight them off -- he swings (as much as he can from his position still half-kneeing in the rubble) but all he manages to do is blight the hell out of his hand. And he's got no phone. It's behind the bar, where he leaves it for safekeeping while working.
"I can't!" he shoots back, throwing out his hands in desperation. He can't cast a borderline -- he's never had the concentration for it, and he knows as he tries that it's a futile effort. But what else can he do?
There's a flash of light, and nobody is more surprised than Gojyo at the nearly seven foot staff that appears in his hands. For a long second, he just stares at the object in his hands. What in the world...?
But it's a weapon, and that's just what he needs! He swings the nearest blade around, jabbing at the wolf attacking Tsu. The crescent blade crashes through the shelving like... like a hot knife through really cheap plywood shelving, and Gojyo changes tactics to smacking the wolf with the spade blade instead. "Get off! Get back!"
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Ayakashi really freak him out. Tsuzuki wipes his good hand over his mouth, leaving a dirty streak on his cheek but clearing the worst of the mucus from his lips, and rolls up to his knees. His other arm's hanging limp from a mauled shoulder, and he can't move it without stabbing pain, but it'll heal. They'll be fine. Gojyo's next to him and he's got a weapon.
... Gojyo has a weapon.
Halfway through fumbling his phone out of his pocket with one hand to place a frantic post for help, Tsuzuki shoots him a disbelieving glance. The back storeroom's messy, sure, but it's not messy enough that he'd miss something like that.
"Where'd you get that thing?"
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"It just appeared!" He jabs at the nearest wolf again, the blade slicing painfully into the purple-red flesh. The wolf snarls with rage, shaking its head and back up just out of range of the staff... but none of the three are going anywhere.
That's good, right? They've got their attention. At least they aren't trying to leave the bar. ...Yay?
"Maybe this is why I couldn't cast borderlines, huh? I got the offensive shinki power instead of the defensive one!" But it's not time to brag -- there will be time for bragging later, but now is really not the time. "You callin' your god?"
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Tsuzuki tests his leg. It hurts, but it hurts like blight and not like it'd been chewed on, even with the blood chilling on his pants and sticking the fabric to his leg hair. He can put his weight on it with no problem, and he does, standing slowly.
Sakura, here, fighting a pack of wolf ayakashi? He cringes at the thought.
"She's not a fighter and I turn into a spoon." He'd been thinking of posting a general cry for help -- but what if no one's checking the BBS? What if it scares off their customers, just when the place is starting to get a little busier?
He swallows. "What's your god's number?"
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The lead wolf -- the wound on its face already healed -- lunges forward, great jaws snapping and spattering Gojyo with stinging, blight-raising spittle. He curses fluidly under his breath and swats the wolf back with the sharp edge of the blade. The little pain caused by the blade isn't going to hold them back for long, he notes grimly, and mentally gives in.
"She's in the index," he offers at last, defeated. "Sharak Sanzo, with the sha for gauze." If the wolves want to eat him before she shows up to save his ass, he'd really be okay with that.
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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?"
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"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."
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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."
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"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.
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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!"
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"Hi," he says to Sharak. "Long story. Are you okay?"
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"Shaki." She growls, tightening her grip on Gojyo's arm. It's one less body in the room, at least.
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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.
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But there's nothing in that glow that looks sickly or damaged, so Tsuzuki swallows back his worry and turns his attention back to the wolves. They're still close, and he lets his borderline fall again, looking out past the doorway. There are still more out in the bar. They're going to have to get out.
"What's the plan?" he asks Sharak, his voice a bit uneven. His shoulder is killing him. "I can keep them off with borderlines..."
Or split the group up, and distract them so she doesn't have to fight them all at once. Gojyo looks wickedly sharp, but she'll have to get up close to fight with him.
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"Stop them from grouping up. Keep them off my back, if you can, and try not to move around too much." Sharak holds Shaki's hilt in both hands, linking her fingers around him as she raises him up. The glow lights up her face eerily. "We'll cut them down."
She can't just run up to them all and stab them, that'll get her blighted to hell and she can't afford to be immobilised from pain.
"On marishiei sowaka-" A wolf leaps at Sharak, tired of waiting, when the spell cuts into it in midair. A few others are hit as well, cut apart by an invisible strike. It doesn't so much more lasting damage than shakujyo, but it's enough to knock them down and make them yelp with pain while Sharak drives Shaki's blade into the head of the nearest wolf. "Rend."
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He might not be able to cast a borderline in his human form, but his rend is clean and sharp as you please. The wolf thing shudders as its head splits -- there's just enough time for the wolf to make a kind of pained howl before it falls away into first a wet puddle, and then nothing. One down.
The other three go mad when their leader falls. Two throw themselves into the doorway, teeth snapping at Tsuzuki and Sharak both. The third slinks around to the side of the bar and disappears from sight.
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"Line!"
He half-sags, free hand going to his shoulder, but the borderline stays up, and the two ayakashi veer off to either side. Their howls of pain are eerily human.
One of them goes after Sharak, and the other, frustrated by the barrier, whirls and jumps for Tsuzuki. His back, as he jolts away, hits the wall he's leaning against, and that's it: there's nowhere to go.
He does manage to get his arm up to shove its snapping teeth away from his throat and face, but he doesn't have the strength to shove it away. He's had better plans.
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There's not much time for thinking. Her hand snaps out and grabs the wolf by the scruff of it's neck and she sharply yanks it away from the shinki. The wolf and Sharak both yelp in unison as she immediately lets go because- ow! That hand is basically useless now, stained with blight, Shaki still tightly gripped in the other.
"For... fucks sake-" Sharak puts herself between Tsuzuki and the growling wolves, sword out in front of her. "Keep that barrier by the door up!"
Eventually she'll manage to just stab them both, so long as they can't move too much. Crushing them between a rock and a hard place- in this case, a borderline and a Sanzo- isn't even the worst idea anyone's had today.
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...Weren't there three, a minute ago? Where'd the third one go?
Throw me. He's got a little control over his orientation, and he's pretty sure that if she can fling him hard enough, he can keep his blade pointed at the nearest wolf's head. Can she cast Rend when he's not in her hand? He doesn't know. Guess they'll find out. The one on the right, I can take him!
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He's still catching his breath against the brand-new blight ache in his arm, and Sharak must be in pain too -- she'd grabbed it with her bare hand to throw it back. Still, after a moment, something registers as wrong. There's just two wolves in this confined little space with them.
Hadn't there been three?
"Where's the other one?" he manages between pants, watching the wolves advance by Gojyo's eerie light.
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At least he's doing what he's told. Two wolves trapped with them, the third... "These two first, that one next."
One problem at a time, boys. One wolf growls and snaps it's teeth at Sharak and she just about growls back at it. She can't afford touching it again. She could keep casting her own magic, but it's a temporary solution that won't cause any real damage and gives the creature outside more time to escape. She doesn't have time to cast spells in close quarters like this.
Apparently it's a day for dumb fucking ideas. She pulls back her arm with a huff and throws Gojyo at a wolf's neck.
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He manages to scratch the wolf-thing as he falls to the ground, but that's a pretty pathetic success. ]
Shit.
[ The ayakashi laughs, a shudder-inducing wet kind of sound, and it steps deliberately over him, heading for the now unarmed Sharak. With a deep breath (metaphorically -- not having lungs is weird) Gojyo twists himself about and lunges forward, burying his blade in the wolf's underbelly all the way to the hilt. The wolf shrieks, lunging to the side, but Gojyo uses all his strength and twists the opposite direction. He falls to the floor again, having nearly gutted the creature. It's alive, but barely.
Gojyo laughs, breathlessly. ]
Told you it was a good idea.
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Throwing Gojyo had sounded crazy, but even if the throw itself didn't land, Gojyo'd managed it after all; Tsuzuki's open-mouthed and genuinely impressed. That's one down. There's just one ayakashi left on its feet in the storeroom, and it's howling its rage at the damage to its comrade as it lunges at Sharak and Tsuzuki.
He lets the borderline at the doorway fall, and casts another, fast, right in front of them for the wolf to bounce off of. This'd be easier if he could keep more than one up at a time, but the concentration it takes means he can't quite get it to work that way.
Still -- he's not the only one hurt. Sharak's hand is purple-stained and she's starting to move like it aches: with both of them vulnerable, protecting them is more important than keeping the wolf from getting away, just now.
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"Shaki!" Gojyo is summoned back into Sharak's hands and she brings both back up in a complicated pose. "On marishiei sowaka!"
From her hands and the glow of the snapped sword comes a dozen invisible blades, hitting both wolves dead on and cutting down the one just about to escape. With that, Sharak steps forward, kneels and drives Gojyo into the skull of the gutted wolf to finish off his work.
"Rend."
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The other one, the one that had been trying to escape, is bleeding ooze from a dozen cuts. It's healing, but nobody here had better have any doubt as to the outcome.
She's fucking amazing! he thinks, forgetting once again about the connection between god and shinki. And then, louder, Do you need to stab him to rend him, or can you cast it from a distance like with that spell just now?
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