KINYOBI is open for business!

[erogappa]

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.

Comments

[erogappa]

Gojyo still has the keen senses that allow him to detect demonic energies, yup. He just doesn't have any idea that that's what he's detecting. Sometimes his skin just crawls -- maybe it's a shinki thing, maybe it's distant (or tiny) ayakashi... he's got no idea. It happens enough around other shinki that he's pretty sure it's just a shinki detector -- it's just one that doesn't work all the time.

So when the hottie in the tight top walks in, he's already sure that she's from the Far Shore, even before she opens her mouth. And had she been eager to show him her mark, he would have gladly sat back and enjoyed the show. But hesitation and uncertainty will never be his kinks, and he raises a hand to stop her train of thought in its tracks.

"As tempting as that offer is... if you say you're a shinki, I'll take your word for it."

[demonsheath]

Similar to how she can smell certain things and match them to other clues, but it's not like she was able to exactly figure out what peculiarity she was smelling off of this odd red-eyed man. Funny how his hair and eyes made her think of blood, though she would never voice these thoughts. Not unless asked, of course.

"You're sure," she questioned carefully. It wasn't about being embarrassed or uncomfortable with showing her body. The rules of what was allowed in public and how people conducted themselves these days- With this and her playing catch up on all this technology, Hannah was positive that she was from a far earlier time. In fact, the shinki had no trouble airing this out to the bartender. "I'd simply show you, but I'm not sure what's considered appropriate in this time or setting."

Was it a shame that she wasn't flirting, so much as giving context?

[erogappa]

Oh no. His pervy grin subsided somewhat, and he waved her to the bar with a much kinder smile. She's one of those, isn't she? From a weird time or world where things aren't at all the same as they are here.

Everyone's from a different world, more or less, but he's run into very few people who haven't been able to fit right in with the way things are, both in the Far Shore and out here in the mortal world. Cars, clothing, credit cards... most everyone seems to have already had at least some understanding. The ones who didn't, the one who must have come from worlds so strange he can't even imagine them... those are the ones he really feels sorry for.

They're all lost here, the shinki, but some are more lost than others.

"Keep your shirt on, honey," he chuckles, leaning in with both hands flat on the bar. "Taking it off in public is like an invitation, d'you follow?"

[demonsheath]

She was certainly from a time where it was surprising to see billboards with people dressed the way they were, and to find that these advertisements moved. It was a culture shock in most ways, but there were other things that felt like a constant 'norm' of the world. Yet that was the way for shinki, wasn't it? They really couldn't question these peculiarities or similarities to what they expected.

When you were as old as Hannah really was, it was a matter of understanding the new era's trends and 'rules.'

"I follow that you're quite a gentleman," she said with an easy smile, approaching the bar at a deliberately casual pace. It really would be tricky to see the very tip of the shinki brand given how she was shaped exactly, especially with how she started to lean against the bar. "Invitation or not, you had the opening to insist on seeing the mark in some manner, even if through a photo. To be clear, I wasn't testing you, but it certainly speaks about your character."

At least she's being straight-forward about this information. As easy to share her intentions as she was to share sights that some would consider intimate or private. "My name is Hannah."

[erogappa]

The old Gojyo, the Gojyo with a lifetime of gambling and cons under his belt, he would have recognized her for what she was. That innocent offer, followed by leaning over and displaying her tits so nicely while calling him a gentleman? The old Gojyo would have had a field day playing along, flirting without flirting, seeing how far they could push this game without ever admitting they were playing.

But this Gojyo, a Gojyo without any memories of his former life, all he knows is that Hannah still has a lot to learn about the world she's found herself in. Carefully maintaining eye contact -- his gaze won't drop below her shoulders once, not unless he's looking at her drink -- he ducks his head and grins, a bit abashed. He's a lot of things, he knows, but a gentleman isn't one of them.

"I'm Gojyo." She probably won't recognize any of the drinks on the wall behind him, will she? He reaches below the bar and pulls out a glass, setting it on the counter in front of her. "What're you in the mood for, Hannah? Something sweet? Something strong?"

What? He can't help being a little flirty, she's hot!

[demonsheath]

Perhaps he was more of one than he gave himself credit for. While he was deliberately keeping his eyes focused either on her face or his actual work, wasn't that enforced politeness a sign in itself? Though Hannah may not be completely aware of why or what she was doing in the choices she made, it seemed natural enough to continue.

Humming in thought, she looked over the bottles on the shelves- Most of it wasn't familiar, especially the labels, but she knew what some of the types were.

"Perhaps something with a sweet base," she started, seemingly following with the 'game' that was being started. It was all innocent right now, after all. "But far stronger than you would expect. Nice on the lips and taste buds, but might hit you rather hard later on if you're not careful"