Banzai R. Bungu

Static Noise || Gretchzai

Well Doc the symptoms started when I was about six.

That was what Banzai knew he needed to say but this doctor wasn't going to know a damn thing about dark magic or what it had been doing to him. Even if she did...Banzai was honestly unsure what was even able to be done here. Howl had taken him on and well he wasn't exactly following all his rules. Jack was filling him with sand for a lack of a better term once a week for about a month now...which well...that was when things started to get weird.

The sand took him to a dream world. A carnival maze where he met...friends who were gone. Banzai didn't know if it was divine intervention or if it was them really seeking him out. Yet normal sleep did nothing but dive him into the nightmare of souls. So the anxiety of both ideas swimming together just had him perpetually in a state of unwell.

Lock the fuck in.

"I uh." Banzai furrowed his brow. "Well I think thats a loaded question."

Maybe if he just talked about the recent shit that could help.

"I uh think the worst of it only a few weeks." That could be the dark magic fighting Howls progress. "I manage to get about three hours I'd say. Unless I am drinking." Shit - now she was probably going to label him a drinker. Back track..back track..."I only have like two drinks though...if I decide to have any..."

@dr-grundler

Gretchen's gaze was unflinching as she stared at her patient. After all, if this was a psych case, she needed to be careful. Not just with her words, but with keeping herself on guard. Not that other patients couldn't be violent, but...well, someone who was not sure about reality tended to be...more volatile.

Not that Gretchen blamed or judged them. If their brain's were telling them it was real, well, it was.

She stayed quiet as he spoke, not moving a muscle. Mostly because she didn't want to give away anything that might taint his symptom reporting. No judgement, she reminded herself.

That was some good advice that Dr. Mitchell had given her. Though...harder to follow in practice.

"Do you get more sleep when you drink or less? Do you have any family history of insomnia or other medical/psychological conditions?"

@banzai-bungu

Banzai felt like he was in hell. Nothing about this felt like what he should be doing. This wasn't Dr Grundlers fault or anything either. Banzai just wanted it all to be fixed so people (family) didn't mess with him anymore.

At first his mouth opened like he was going to speak and nothing came out at first. The questions were so mundus and would send even the most normal person in a spiral. Who wants to think about their families and their issues.

"I uh..." Banzai shook his head. "I mean drinking is a different kinda sleep but I am not drinkin to fall asleep." Banzai wanted to make that clear. "My uh brother has some issues but thats not what i've got going on." Ed was just well...Ed. "My anxiety is just really bad I think that is already in my record" It should be at least. "I was rush to the ER for it like a year ago..."

@dr-grundler

'Some issues', Banzai said.

Gretchen raised her eyebrows at that, but she didn't comment. They could get there, if and when necessary.

Yes, Gretchen saw that Banzai had been diagnosed with anxiety, which could explain his symptoms. That was the less satisfying option, however. To Gretchen. Who really didn't want this to be a psych case.

"I see. And are you seeing anyone for your anxiety? I don't see any medications in your chart," Gretchen said, glancing down and scrolling through the iPad, just to make sure that she hadn't missed anything, but she was sure that she hadn't.

Didn't mean he wasn't on anything, just meant he hadn't reported it to the hospital, which wasn't uncommon.

"I see you're a sorcerer as well. Is your magic acting normally?"

@banzai-bungu

#edit #swynlostau #tw death #tw murder #tw blood #tw gun

Ban so shook his head. “Yeah no.”

The anxiety was triggered by the dark magic. Which he should have been able to control. Seeking help for something like anxiety was? Weak was it not?

“I sorta saw whoever was in the ER. They told me I was good to go and I have never been back.” His voice was flat. “Until now.”

Which it all probably had a lot to do with each other.

“My uh magic is fine.” A lie but fine. “I have been seeing a new mentor which between that and my family - is why I’m here.” Banzai looked a bit lost. I just think I need help. Without seeing like a shrink…”

@dr-grundler

NAME: Banzai Bungu

OCCUPATION: Student

SECTION: Tail End

SURVIVAL SKILL: College Athlete (Rugby) and did Boy Scouts for a few years.

MAGICAL SKILL: none

REASON FOR BEING ON FLIGHT 2015: Making a quote get away after committing an unforgivable crime. Murder.

PERSONAL ITEM: wired headphones

PERSON OF SCIENCE/FAITH: whoever is easier to fit in with but leaning towards Science

BIOGRAPHY:

tw: death, murder, blood, and guns

Banzai bought the first ticket he could find that got him as far away as possible. Well within his budget - he could get to London. It would have to do.

Everything had gone to plan? Right? RIGHT?!

It had taken weeks of planning. Nearly the whole summer to get everything right. Banzai wasn’t a medical student himself but the medical school neighbored the business college. This medical convention in Miami at the end of summer was all the rage; probably because the damn company hosting the event funneled money into the school.

Handing out money to an institution where half the bottom feeders would end up working.

Nevertheless Banzai needed to go - so the plan started.

Pick a med student to impersonate.

Learn the convention schedule.

Figure out who sold what.

Gain access.

Banzai did just that - hotel booked in the blocked off rooms at a five star Miami Hotel he blended in with the other students. Grabbed the name tag of who he said he was; Gilbert Hyana and he blended in.

Seminar after seminar. Event after event. Banzai found his target. The Trikafta sales team. A popular drug used for one specific disease. Paul Henderson was the lead associate and Banzai of course knew that. All that research. The goal was to become a prospect for the team - he knew they were looking. This event was a smorgasbord of new Big Pharma initiates.

Like a moth to a flame Banzai…well Gilbert was in. Hell Paul was ready to hire Gilbert right then and there. Hand over a wagon of pills and send him on his way.

Banzai was counting on this.

As the final gala of the convention came to an end Banzai accompanied Paul back to his room - sign some documents to join the team.

The hotel room was a Trikafta honey pot. Merch stacked high and boxes of pills 300 count a box stacked higher.

As the door clicked shut behind them Banzai slowly pulled a loaded pistol from the back of his belt line. Held it at eye level and fired two shots into the side of Paul’s head.

The body fell and blood began to pool. Banzai wiped the pistol grip with his suit jacket lapel and placed it next to Paul’s hand.

Grabbing as many boxes as he could, Banzai fled.

Unboxing and reboxing all of the pill bottles he toted 3 large boxes to the pack and ship in the back of a busy Miami corner store.

Addressed to: Ed Bungu - Chicago Illinois

See Banzai had a younger brother Ed who suffered from Cystic Fibrosis. Suffered so much he only had one and a half lungs left. Trikafta was the only medicine on the market that made a difference. Even with insurance it cost the Bungu family $300,000 a year to pay for this little tiny pills plus all his treatments.

Fuck Big Pharma and all they took from him and his family. They won’t miss Paul they have 700 others waiting for an opportunity and they certainly won’t miss a couple hundred thousand pills..

Maybe Banzai can lay low in London for a while…

Tending Bar || Open

"Hunger Games sounds legit." Banzai enjoyed the series enough. Would label himself a career type tribute and would love to get in a dream type arena. What better way to take out some feelings than an all out battle.

"I bet most the town got annihilated. Half the people around here don't seem much like fighters." He laughed a little too himself - sarcastically of course. "In a dream kinda way."

"Oh you know like the shitty toxic boyfriend." Banzai looked over to John with a blank stare. "Cheats on his girlfriend they fight and then get back together type vibe. That was my energy in the one last summer or whatever. It was wack as hell but I am always the villian." He shrugged. "In and out of the dream world. Its sorta just who I am."

@captain--john

"Oh yeah, ended in catastrophe and a coup." And also him and Jane in a position that he'd really not given much thought to before. That dream version of him was certainly something.

"Didn't know that was a role that needed to be filled in the town dreams." John let out a snort as he folded the towel he'd been using in front of him on the bar. "Is that a self fulfilling prophecy sort of thing? I'm always the villain so why try being something else is a bit how that last statement sounded. Not to sound like a therapist, I'm not qualified for emotional advice usually." That was a bit more Phil and Tom in their own ways.

He had his odd moments where he knew what to do, mostly, he'd just found people who understood his means of communicating his feelings and made up an entirely new language with someone (one that would have most concerned that they absolutely hated each other).

@banzai-bungu

“I mean I think it’s just written in my story.” Banzai couldn’t give the truth of it.

My dad is an evil mastermind psychopath who wants magick domination at all cost. How does he plan to do that you say? Well with dark magick that he has forced me to use since I was six years old.

So now? I’m addicted to the darkness and I have murdered over a dozen people for the cause and to build my tomb of souls.

So instead Banzai jsut shrugged.

“Who am I to change my story and for what ya know.” He shrugged. “I like a good party and enjoy my shit over at the school so it’s not like I’m sulking in the corner.”

@captain--john

#John S | Banzai

Mission: Incognito || OPEN

Banzai had noticed the glasses first. A statement piece sure but he had also heard the buzz around. Yet again a potential C list celebrity had made their way to Swynlake. It had even gotten his cousins attention...since she was the one to texted him about it first.

A pop start was in his area. Big fucking whoop honestly.

Yeah that was easy to say until he was out to grab himself a coffee and he spotted her. The glasses gave it away. Only the girls who thought they were something around town dressed like that. Georgette...Isabella...or whatever the broads names who ran that boutique.

Banzai misses prep school and Trimount - less trash around.

Unable to keep his mouth shut he stopped just as he past her and shook his head. "Well depends on what you're lookin for sweet heart..."

@angelstrong

Angel looked the stranger up and down, not in the least bit concerned with their dismissive attitude. People liked to pretend that they weren't starstruck whenever she was around - she was usually gracious enough to allow them to continue on with their charade.

"Anything that would be worth my time, darling." Angel retorted with a scoff as though it should have been obvious. "Clothes, jewelry, I might even make time for knickknacks if they're interesting enough. Any suggestions?"

@banzai-bungu

#Angel | Banzai #sorry it took me forever to get this out #work kicked my ass

A Knick knack….oh fucking hell.

“Well this is a tourist town. So business for all that is boomin.” Banzai couldn’t help but roll his eyes again. “You’ve got antiques…then the rock shop which is a bit more magick friendly.” Might as well talk up his friend Mims family shop. “In a mess that tourist way.”

Pointing lazily down the other way past the fire station. “Then there’s the boutique where practically all the birds round here buy their clothes so everyone looks the same.” Luckily there was NTO. “The salon was that way too but some drunk prick took it out with his truck so lucky for you…you’re already cute.”

Banzai figured throw in a flirt.

@angelstrong

Static Noise || Gretchzai

Well Doc the symptoms started when I was about six.

That was what Banzai knew he needed to say but this doctor wasn't going to know a damn thing about dark magic or what it had been doing to him. Even if she did...Banzai was honestly unsure what was even able to be done here. Howl had taken him on and well he wasn't exactly following all his rules. Jack was filling him with sand for a lack of a better term once a week for about a month now...which well...that was when things started to get weird.

The sand took him to a dream world. A carnival maze where he met...friends who were gone. Banzai didn't know if it was divine intervention or if it was them really seeking him out. Yet normal sleep did nothing but dive him into the nightmare of souls. So the anxiety of both ideas swimming together just had him perpetually in a state of unwell.

Lock the fuck in.

"I uh." Banzai furrowed his brow. "Well I think thats a loaded question."

Maybe if he just talked about the recent shit that could help.

"I uh think the worst of it only a few weeks." That could be the dark magic fighting Howls progress. "I manage to get about three hours I'd say. Unless I am drinking." Shit - now she was probably going to label him a drinker. Back track..back track..."I only have like two drinks though...if I decide to have any..."

@dr-grundler

Gretchen's gaze was unflinching as she stared at her patient. After all, if this was a psych case, she needed to be careful. Not just with her words, but with keeping herself on guard. Not that other patients couldn't be violent, but...well, someone who was not sure about reality tended to be...more volatile.

Not that Gretchen blamed or judged them. If their brain's were telling them it was real, well, it was.

She stayed quiet as he spoke, not moving a muscle. Mostly because she didn't want to give away anything that might taint his symptom reporting. No judgement, she reminded herself.

That was some good advice that Dr. Mitchell had given her. Though...harder to follow in practice.

"Do you get more sleep when you drink or less? Do you have any family history of insomnia or other medical/psychological conditions?"

@banzai-bungu

#Gretchen | Banzai #anything but talk about his parents lol

Banzai felt like he was in hell. Nothing about this felt like what he should be doing. This wasn't Dr Grundlers fault or anything either. Banzai just wanted it all to be fixed so people (family) didn't mess with him anymore.

At first his mouth opened like he was going to speak and nothing came out at first. The questions were so mundus and would send even the most normal person in a spiral. Who wants to think about their families and their issues.

"I uh..." Banzai shook his head. "I mean drinking is a different kinda sleep but I am not drinkin to fall asleep." Banzai wanted to make that clear. "My uh brother has some issues but thats not what i've got going on." Ed was just well...Ed. "My anxiety is just really bad I think that is already in my record" It should be at least. "I was rush to the ER for it like a year ago..."

@dr-grundler

Mission: Incognito || OPEN

Despite Angel’s public announcement to her fans that she would be taking some time away from the spotlight in order to focus solely on her music she didn’t actually plan on disappearing completely. She’d wanted to get away from California to sightsee and gain new experiences elsewhere that might help with her creative drive, but she didn’t have it in her to be put on the backburner for an undetermined amount of time. She thrived on attention and could never go too long without at least a sliver of it.

Having put on the largest pair of sunglasses in her collection, Angel had decided that she would take a walk around town in order to familiarize herself with the new surroundings and maybe even a neighbor or two; she was bored and shopping with others was the best way to cure her boredom.

“Are any of these shops even worth visiting?” She said aloud to no one in particular.

Banzai had noticed the glasses first. A statement piece sure but he had also heard the buzz around. Yet again a potential C list celebrity had made their way to Swynlake. It had even gotten his cousins attention...since she was the one to texted him about it first.

A pop start was in his area. Big fucking whoop honestly.

Yeah that was easy to say until he was out to grab himself a coffee and he spotted her. The glasses gave it away. Only the girls who thought they were something around town dressed like that. Georgette...Isabella...or whatever the broads names who ran that boutique.

Banzai misses prep school and Trimount - less trash around.

Unable to keep his mouth shut he stopped just as he past her and shook his head. "Well depends on what you're lookin for sweet heart..."

@angelstrong

#Angel | Strong #hiiiii

Static Noise || Gretchzai

Gretchen's eyebrows twitched.

Ugh. A psych case. She took a breath and then breathed out.

There was no proving that now. Medicine was a jigsaw puzzle. You needed all the pieces before you could figure out what exactly what was going on. So, she was going to keep an open mind. There was no reason that this couldn't be something neurological, not yet.

"When did your symptoms begin?" Gretchen asked, poised to take notes. "And how much sleep have you been able to get a night, would you say?"

@banzai-bungu

Well Doc the symptoms started when I was about six.

That was what Banzai knew he needed to say but this doctor wasn't going to know a damn thing about dark magic or what it had been doing to him. Even if she did...Banzai was honestly unsure what was even able to be done here. Howl had taken him on and well he wasn't exactly following all his rules. Jack was filling him with sand for a lack of a better term once a week for about a month now...which well...that was when things started to get weird.

The sand took him to a dream world. A carnival maze where he met...friends who were gone. Banzai didn't know if it was divine intervention or if it was them really seeking him out. Yet normal sleep did nothing but dive him into the nightmare of souls. So the anxiety of both ideas swimming together just had him perpetually in a state of unwell.

Lock the fuck in.

"I uh." Banzai furrowed his brow. "Well I think thats a loaded question."

Maybe if he just talked about the recent shit that could help.

"I uh think the worst of it only a few weeks." That could be the dark magic fighting Howls progress. "I manage to get about three hours I'd say. Unless I am drinking." Shit - now she was probably going to label him a drinker. Back track..back track..."I only have like two drinks though...if I decide to have any..."

@dr-grundler

#Gretchen | Banzai

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Humbled By Darkness || Hyenas Howl

It was fear that hit his soul first.

What would happen to him if he actually did this. Tethered himself from this darkness. Who would he become. The door was right there. All he needed to do was run. Never turn back and hope that the powerful Howl would keep his lips shut about him being a necromancer.

Fuck. Banzai had no clue what he was thinking.

As the last bit of the question hung on the edge of his ear Banzai rattled his eyes. “Huh…” he looked over to Howl. What the fuck did he even say.

“Uh yeah. The plan.”

The shadows stored in the enchanted vial hung amongst his gold bracelet started to leak tendrils. The cover he clung to all his life to mask as anything but a necromancer.

“What’s the first step…”

@oh-heartlessman

oh-heartlessman

“My first thought is to isolate it,” said Howl, tapping the side of his chin. “Now, as I’m sure you are aware of dark magic is a tenacious thing. Isolating it is no easy manner. But I think if we can at least stop it from spreading, then we can study it a bit closer…”

He paced around, lips pursed.

“My more traditional colleagues might use a sort of cursebreaking solution to this — some sort of aggressive protection spell. But I don’t know if I would… hmm…” He caught sight of Calcifer’s flickering flame as the fire demon poked his head up, clearly curious. “I wonder … this might be something where we fight dark magic with dark magic. If you’re open to a little experimentation…”

Howl raised both eyebrows, whirlign around, his cape snapping at his heels.

“I have access to some demonic power — long story, I’ll save it for another time — I think we might be able to create a sort of seal, not out of protective magic, but demonic instead. It’s unorthodox, but … it could work if you’re open to it.”

@banzai-bungu

#Howl | Banzai #its all good!#Banzai will pick the last two options!#we can go one more time and start a new with what he decides!

Banzai was hearing option after option and some of them seems impossible. The pessamistic side of him wanted to shoot each one down the second Howl said them.

None of them were going to work. None of them could work right? How could he isolate while still being who he was. Fuck Mantu had already trashed the protective item he already made him.

The demon story though he was suspicious of...in a good way.

Banzai felt a pit in his stomach drop again though. What he needed to do was be even more honest here - but that was risky.

"Well I can't isolate." He said flatly. "I am putting myself in danger if I do that. Like I've said..." Banzai couldn't remember if he even shared any of this but he was going to act like he had. "My father has me doing shit and he will literally kill me or worse if I don't. I can't just isolate. I've tried to do something like that before." No he hadn't but Banzai had tried to resist using it.

"As long as this demon doesn't come for my souls we could do that." Banzai was not going to give that up. "Or experimentation..."

@oh-heartlessman

Static Noise || Gretchzai

Gretchen's next patient was a possible psychiatric case. Which was, obviously, not her specialty and, she would even go so far as to maybe say it was one of her weaknesses.

Her empathy could be great, but her sympathy rarely matched such heights. So, maybe this would be good practice.

She briefly reviewed the patient's chart and the complaints that the nurse had put in.

Nightmares? Disturbed sleep? It was entirely possible that that was due to psychological symptoms. However, there was a small, small possibility that they were actually neurological.

Gretchen was going to cling to that.

"Hello, Mr. Bungu. What has brought you in today?"

@banzai-bungu

Banzai looked up as his provider entered the room. It almost made him feel better that he didn't recognize her. Yeah he knew that medical professionals had a code they needed to follow and all that shit about how it was private but..well he didn't believe it.

There was no way that they could really stay unbiased right. That was against human nature. Which was why...this all felt like a waste of time.

Yet he was still here.

"Uh hello." Banzai said quickly. The mannerisms would give off anxious and nervous but Banzai felt uncomfortable and vulnerable. Fuck that was not fun. "Well my family is worried about my sleep and my anxiety." Yeah that was good put it all on them. "I can't turn my mind off and get rest basically. Not sure that is fixable but I am here anyways."

@dr-grundler

#Gretchen | Banzai

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

the-pumpkin-king-lament

"Of course," said Jack, smiling his best Willy Wonka smile. That was him: the Candy Man.

First, Jack needed the actual payment. Banzai fished out a wad of bills, and Jack pocketed them. Then he opened the baggie, and pulled out just a pinch.

"This is all it takes. You ready?"

He didn't wait any longer though-- he blew the dust right into Banzai's face, like making a wish on a dandelion. The gold specks clung briefly to Banzai's skin, to the tips of his eyelashes, before getting absorbed.

The effect would be nearly instantaneous. He'd feel a rush of euphoria, that delicious feeling of inspiration filling him from head to toes...

@banzai-bungu

#Jack | Banzai #ft Karen #let me know if this works for what he is experiencing!

Banzai felt a rush of euphoria rush over him as the dusty sand hit his face. Each speck feeling like a vibrating pin prick. The static feeling of a hand falling asleep seeped deep inside of him. Instead of that painful feeling of when a limb fell asleep Banzai felt almost like each static wave tickled him instead.

The mind spun like a kaleidoscope as his physical body was no longer his minds home. Wherever his conscious was going was where he lived now.

Banzai felt like himself as he spun through a black and crystal world. Crisp Jordans hit the ground of a red and black set of stairs. Looking from the tip of his toes up he laid his eyes upon large gold doors with spinning accents covering it from top to bottom. The hooked handles glistened in a florescent pink calling his name. Each step Banzai took up the stairs felt like he was walking on water. Not like a man named Jesus...no but like he was on the open waves and each stair was rolling as a wave fell on another.

The steps were easy to take yet he felt like he was moving and could lose his balance yet it never happened. As he reached the top step an old fashion tune started to pierce his ears now. A ring ding on a xylophone or an accordion - Banzai couldn't place the sound but with each step the sound grew louder and louder.

It was a blissful childlike feeling. The glistening colors. The carnival like sounds. The pink hook door handles calling his name. Banzai reached for them and with a drum roll and the sparkling pop of fireworks and sparklers a banner dropped in front of him.

The words: The Banzai Fun House of Mystical Glee painted in neon hung before him.

With a deep breath Banzai reached for the door handle and swung the doors open - being sucked in by a sweet scent of caramel he practically floated like an old cartoon character to a pie in the window. The doors snapping shut behind him.

Into the darkness he floated only to be met by a voice he hadn't heard in months.

Was that Karen?

Laughing with excitement Banzai spun around in the darkness to see where the voice came from. "Karen what are you doing here?! Stop playing! Come out here!"

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Blinded Guilt | Sheranzi

professor-lungri

@banzai-bungu

"Looking a bit off is a perfect way to describe it," Shere says, nodding, a little grin lifting the edge of his mouth. "Easiest way to tell if they're not right is to get to know them. Normally, she's friendly, one of the first to see the volunteers, show off her baby if she knows you."

But she hadn't been. Listless, a bit solitary. Those were red flags to Shere, but he'd not noticed complications after her birth.

"Postpartum in gryphons is, I've noticed, rsther similar to human women. They can become depressed, have an adverse reaction to the calf. At first," he continues, gesturing for Banzai to lean on the railing beside him, "that's what I believed it to be, but her calf is healthy still and she's not rejected him. So - a bug."

Watching for a moment as she paces, Shere's brow furrows – inworry, in concentration. It wasn't unusual for a sickness to happen, but if it was contagious, the entire paddock was at risk.

Banzai tried his best to focus on the animal as she paced to and from. Trying to pair what the professor was saying to what he was seeing before him. The signs were there and when he mentioned that she was normally first to greet whoever came into the aviary he knew Shere was right. Normally she coo'd in her own way and came to say hello.

"I should have noticed that." Banzai leaned against the railing and squinted his eyes as if trying to get a better look. "My shit has been slipping. Poor girl." The words failed her didn't come out of his mouth but he sure as hell felt it.

Nodding along with the human connection he let out a sigh. "I suppose its better than Pegasus." Banzai truly studied them the most. "They reject their young from time to time and there isn't always a surrogate available."

Licking at his bottom lip he watched as she paced more. "What do we want to do then...we can't leave her like this."

@professor-lungri

#Shere | Banzai

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

the-pumpkin-king-lament

Third option? If Jack were honest (he rarely was), he'd say-- maybe.

He didn't know the ins and outs of his sand, even after all these years. He knew that his sand worked differently for him than it did for anyone else. His sand did not put him to sleep. He could not use it for that sweet, sweet escape. But he could use it to stave off the hunger, for just a tiny bit. These days, it was barely a snack, though. He might smear it all over his lips and grind the granules between his teeth, and feel even hungrier than he had before-- like being in a bakery, surrounded by the smell of freshly baking bread you couldn't eat.

He had done a few experiments with it years ago, but he was no expert sorcerer-- and flunked outta the eighth grade to boot. Didn't have the tools, he supposed. Needed to procure a goddamn cauldron, probably, and learn the basics of the scientific method-- that if, then stuff.

Soooooo how to answer Banzai...

Lie.

Always, lie.

"Everyone's experience is different, but I guess-- unlike some trips, these are usually pleasant, if we dose it correctly," said Jack then smiled. "I specialize in sweet dreams. Though-- everyone's different. There's always a bit of risk, like any substance. You good with that?"

He shook the baggie again, like a rattle in front of a baby.

@banzai-bungu

#jack | banzai #its okay!

Banzai had the instinct to grab the bag being shook in front of his face. Snatch it right out of Jacks hands.

This was uncharted waters for Banzai but he felt like a kid in the candy store and his red jelly bellys were right there for the taking.

The darknes started to peak in from the inner corners of his eyes as his breath started to pick up.

"Alright then." He said quickly. "I'm sold."

The idea of sweet dreams sounded like a used car salesman. Jack didn't need to pull out all the stops here.

"Whatever dose works. Can I take it here..."

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Tending Bar || Open

Town was strange with all its many quirks but that's what made it what it was. It's weird and odd charm. Even if sometimes it traumatized most of the sleeping population.

"Oh yeah, demons. We had Hunger Games which ended in tons of the town getting annihilated." He fondly remembered Hunger Games though, even if it had made him a very unapologetically flamboyant version of himself who once again fell for Jane.

"Toxic male love interest?" John raised a brow, unsure what that meant. "I mean, I've been somewhat a villain in some of the dreams but I can't say that's happened to me."

@banzai-bungu

"Hunger Games sounds legit." Banzai enjoyed the series enough. Would label himself a career type tribute and would love to get in a dream type arena. What better way to take out some feelings than an all out battle.

"I bet most the town got annihilated. Half the people around here don't seem much like fighters." He laughed a little too himself - sarcastically of course. "In a dream kinda way."

"Oh you know like the shitty toxic boyfriend." Banzai looked over to John with a blank stare. "Cheats on his girlfriend they fight and then get back together type vibe. That was my energy in the one last summer or whatever. It was wack as hell but I am always the villian." He shrugged. "In and out of the dream world. Its sorta just who I am."

@captain--john

#John S | Banzai

Static Noise || Gretchzai