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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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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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The other's down, too, and it shouldn't take long for her to rend it as well. He pushes himself away from the wall, grimacing: it's mostly blight he's feeling now, not actual injuries, but man, it still stings.
"We've got to go after that other one," he says, nodding towards the storeroom door. "Are you okay to?"
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It sure would make this a hell of a lot easier if they could make that work. Between her entrance and grabbing the wolf before, Sharak is rather heavily blighted. Nothing she can't fight through, but the pain in her free hand is a problem. Shooting is no longer a good option, even for as little damage as it does. The accuracy of the mudras used for her spells is less important than the focus they give her, but the pain is still an issue there.
Still. She moves to the next move and quietly finishes it off with another rending, face impassive.
"I'm fine. Let's move."
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When we find the next one, try it? He couldn't hide his concern if he wanted to. That's a lot of blight.
The other side of the door is the bar itself -- the store room is at the far end of the building, between the restrooms and the access point to the barback area. The bar is deserted, chairs waiting at empty tables and the lights low in anticipation of the evening crowd.
There's no sign of the final ayakashi.
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There are a lot of open bottles in this room, but none of them are bright purple, or blinking any eyes. Or moving. So maybe not; he winces again as he shifts and pats his pockets. He'd tried a serious summoning, and he'd knocked himself flat, but something small, maybe. Something that's not going to wear him out, that he won't screw up because of the distraction from his own blight....
And he does have some of the papers he'd prepared for practicing after work. He pulls one out, thin paper closely written with brush-calligraphy script, and extends his first two fingers, focusing.
The blight is really distracting. The paper flutters between his fingers, twists, and finally settles into the ghostly form of a long-winged dove.