Banzai R. Bungu

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

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

Was it a late night text from Shenzi or the double text from his cousin Nefertari saying the exact same thing.

You need therapy. NOW.

The last few weeks shit started to hit him pretty hard. Howl had him working on some tricks to subdue the dark magic. The tasks for his father were stacking up and he ignored them. Then the winger Al thoughts were swirling. So of course after a few beers he was sending some not so cool texts to the group chat.

Another night waking up with a scream now made four in a row. It wasn’t even the nightmares either it was just clouded dreams of faces. The faces he tortured. The faces of friends he lost.

So before he could get another worried text from his sister and cousin Banzai called and made an appointment. Was it for therapy? No it was just an appointment to speak with someone…a doctor. Plus after his broken arm last year and his anxiety attack that landed him in the ER - they already had his record.

Arriving early he checked in and sat in the waiting room. Only looking up when he heard his name. Following the nurse to his own private room he waited for his appointment.

|outfit|

@dr-grundler

#Gretchen | Banzai

Static Noise || Gretchzai

#Banzai starter

Tending Bar || Open

“I feel like town dreams…” Banzai didn’t finish his thought there. It was last year when he arrived for his first semester that he tumbled into a town dream about half bloods and Greek gods. The whole thing was rather insane but it was where he met Stella and saved her life with help from his patron god.

That shit wasn’t kismet. Hell it was just a make believe world created in the magic buzzing of the town. Probably to play a joke on all of us.

“Honestly that’s cool that you find her in every dream and get married. I think I have been in prison in a dream which honestly checks out.” Banzai shook his head and smiled before taking another drink. “Or just been a toxic piece of shit which also checks out.” Damn.

“Think I only had one good dream where I was actually living the life.”

@captain--john

It didn't bother John that he didn't finish that sentence. He didn't like to think too hard on the dreams and their meanings, even if they did shove him with Jane over and over again and sent his boys into peril.

"Yeah, guess it is." John said as he took stock of his bottles once again, keeping himself busy.

John gave a snort, "The dreams are kind of fucked sometimes. One of my mates got squashed by a boulder. Had his mind fucked up for a while and it wasn't a great memory." But all dream memories tended to fade once you tossed them aside.

"Oh yeah? What's living the life for you?"

@captain--john

"They really are wild." Banzais face twisted at the nose as he thought about it. Never in his life had he seen anything like it and he had seen some shit. Swynlake had its own way of being special. Which was....endearing.

"I have heard some horror stories like that. My buddy Karen really had some doozie stories about some before I got to town." Banzai racked his memory a bit and shook his head. "I also heard once about demons or some shit. Wild."

It made for some good stories but shit.

"Oh well there was one that happened maybe 3 days after I got to town. It was full of greek gods and it was just rad. Plus that was where I met Stella." Not like that mattered now. "Then we had another one where I was in prison...then another were I was some chick flicks version of the toxic male love interest and that shit was wack as hell."

@captain--john

#John s | Banzai

Humbled By Darkness || Hyenas Howl

Banzai thought the idea sounded rather too logical but maybe that was the ticket. Easy was never good though and the complications that could come from it.

His might went straight to what will happen if? What happens when?

"I don't think I've got the option to go cold turkey either." Banzai laughed to himself. It wasn't funny honestly it was at his own expense. Most of the time he was held and magick gun point to do dark magick most of the time now.

Yes he enjoyed it - who wouldn't but with what Mantu wanted and where he saw his story going he knew that it was going to be death or darkness. Just admitting that all right here didn't seem smart and who knows how Howl would even respond to him opening about what he has done and who he has been under the many masks.

"I only say that because I have my self in a less than favorable situation where I am required to dive deep." His eyes shifted back to Howl before he made decided to be honest "I am a true necromancer. This is who I am."

Why was he being so damn awkward. This was like swallowing a big pill and Banzai felt out of his element. Where he normally would control a conversation he felt like he was on egg shells.

@oh-heartlessman

oh-heartlessman

Howl had their suspicions.

There were a few paths that led to dark magic such as this. Sometimes it was clear (a demon, for instance). Sometimes it was a mix of things — a pinch of blood, a dash of necromancy, a splash of mind control.

That being said, he’d actually been hoping it was something clear-cut. That was an easier fix. Not that any of this would be easy, but, well, comparatively —

“Honestly, the fact that necromancy is the sole cause is promising,” said Howl. “I mean, the situation isn’t good, of course. But at least you’ve got a clear root cause. Sometimes people dabble in so much that it all get tangled up and there’s no way to unravel it without unraveling all of a person’s magic…”

He shrugged.

“It won’t be easy. But at least there’s a specific root cause. That way we know what to look at.”

Howl wasn’t sure if they were being reassuring at all. Not that they were trying to. Howl was approaching this like any sort of puzzle and in his mind, logic and reason were comforting. Eliminate factors, narrow down causes, and the solution should present itself.

@banzai-bungu

Banzai couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the mention of easy. Nothing in his life had ever been easy. The years of training and honing his craft was never easy. There was no question he wasn’t as powerful as Howl but Banzai knew he was a rare talent.

Sometimes the thought crossed his mind that if he practiced more or got a mentor not on his father’s payroll he could come say out power Mantu himself.

“I will not unravel any of my magic.” Banzai said quickly unsure if that was the plan.

That was a hill he was willing to die on - suffocating on the darkness itself.

“I am this good because of the rules I break.”

@oh-heartlessman

oh-heartlessman

“Certainly not,” said Howl.

He was amused that Banzai even thought for a moment that Howl would suggest that. But then again, maybe Howl’s reputation as Ingary’s very special rulebreaker had more or less died down in favor of his growing reputation as a Magick influencer and fashion icon. After all, while Ingary liked to think of itself as the center of the sorcerer world, there was a whole vast online world much bigger and influential.

Better this way. There was more he could do.

“I’m not one to stick to any sort of rules, darling,” Howl continued. “Which means my approach to this whole process will be rather unconventional — but that just means we’ll have a better chance of stopping this and putting you in control of your magic again instead of eliminating it entirely.”

They raised both eyebrows.

“Now — shall we talk first steps?”

@banzai-bungu

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

#Howl | Banzai

Your vote matters || Open

Banzai was just going to keep walking. Nobody had anything good to say. Or so he thought.

The offer of a free treat though. That he could get behind.

“Er thanks.” He said quickly reaching for the treat. “You talkin about that prom thing?” Banzai raised a brow. “People really campaign for that shit?”

@marie-a-bonfamille

"People who want to win." Marie said simply, smiling brightly. She had gotten very good at maintaining a sunny disposition thanks to the boutique, managing to continue smiling even though, really, why was no one taking prom seriously? Boring.

"I think there's just so many candidates this year, it's good to get the word out as to who's who, and who deserves the win, you know?"

@banzai-bungu

Banzai didn’t know if anyone deserved anything.

It was just prom wasn’t it? But for adults…

“Do they win anything besides…some plastic crown?” Banzai asked curiously. “Or you just think your boyfriend or something deserves it just because of who they are…”

He laugh shaking his head. “It’s just a fake election or am I missing something here.”

@marie-a-bonfamille

#Marie | Banzai

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

So he was leading the trip.

Banzai would forgive the forwardness then. That was acceptable. There was just nothing as unforgivable as someone plug trying to hitch a friendship.

Stay in your lane bro.

Banzai saw himself above Jack for many reasons. Unusual wouldn’t even cover it truthfully - those thoughts stayed upstairs in his mind though.

“My dreamland can be rather rancid.” Banzai said bluntly. It could be mistaken as sarcasm but he knew deep inside he was rotted to the core. “Motivation is just an escape. Feel something next level. I promise I’ve got no deep meaning here.”

Banzai slowly looked Jack over again. “Never tried it. Only heard rumors so figured I’d come lookin.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Just an escape, eh?

Jack knew the exact dosage then-- more than he'd give a lot of people who wanted the waking dreamlike state, but not enough to steep Banzai in his rancid dreamland like a forgotten bag of tea. Juuuuust enough to send him into La La Land and keep the nightmares away for a couple of hours.

In theory.

There wasn't a lot that Jack could control. And honestly, he was curious now about that dreamland. If only he could take a peek.

"An escape-- got it. That, my sand can provide," confirmed Jack. "There are two different doses I'd recommend then. The first, you won't fall asleep. It'll feel kinda like... a state of euphoria. Total bliss, lots of energy. But the second-- which sounds more like what you might be looking for-- you can slip away from all this." He waved a hand. "For a couple of hours, you'll have the most delicious hallucinations."

@banzai-bungu

Why did this feel like some twisted attempt at therapy. A curator of trips using words like delicious. The more and more Jack spoke the more Banzai envisioned him like a sadistc version of the dealer in Pineapple Express. Instead of a kooky hippy…he was a jester of malice intent.

Which he did prefer even if he was a clown.

“Is there a third option?” Banzai was just curious. It wasn’t like both given were not suitable. Curiosity never killed a hyena before. The arch in his brow peaked as he looked across to the salesman. “The second does sound appealing. Is it like tripping anything else? These hallucinations just decide themselves?”

That was what was important. Banzai knew his subconscious would drag him into some horrific scenes. That was what he was trying to avoid.

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

#Jack | Banzai

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

I don’t befriend clowns.

Banzai shifted his eyes over Jack before half assing a smile. Only to go along with whatever this charade was. All he wanted was the sand.

“Yeah man.”

Unsure of what sort of trip it would even given Banzai didn’t care. The loss of self control was what he was searching for.

Banzai took a seat at the table.

“You get to know all your clientele then? Never seen that before.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

"Sure do. I'm an unusual fella. But then, my sand's pretty unusual too," declared Jack.

He was bullshitting, like always. But if he was approached directly for sand, might as well get to know the person who wanted it, eh? He wondered what the motivation was. He got all kinds. In Vegas, when word got around, he'd gotten mostly the creative types-- artists desperate to find inspiration, in and out of their dreams.

It had been them and the vampire coven who lived under the Luxor. His best goddamn customers.

"And since it's so unusual, I find it's good to get to know why people might want it, so I can y'know-- give you a little advice. Make sure your trip to dreamland is a pleasant one." Jack grinned. "So what's motivating you, Mr. Banzai?"

@banzai-bungu

So he was leading the trip.

Banzai would forgive the forwardness then. That was acceptable. There was just nothing as unforgivable as someone plug trying to hitch a friendship.

Stay in your lane bro.

Banzai saw himself above Jack for many reasons. Unusual wouldn’t even cover it truthfully - those thoughts stayed upstairs in his mind though.

“My dreamland can be rather rancid.” Banzai said bluntly. It could be mistaken as sarcasm but he knew deep inside he was rotted to the core. “Motivation is just an escape. Feel something next level. I promise I’ve got no deep meaning here.”

Banzai slowly looked Jack over again. “Never tried it. Only heard rumors so figured I’d come lookin.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

#Jack | Banzai

Tending Bar || Open

There was part of Banzai that believed he was not a relationship kind of guy. That was how all of this started - he wanted to keep Stella at a distance. A date here or there. Certainly a hook up whenever he wanted. A relationship built off convenience as toxic as that sounded.

That was something he always had done. You know in the past.

Girls were an accessory on his terms. The problem was he had that dream where he saved her. Then they were like magnets. Some force pulling them together that felt like it was beyond his control. All while his worldview was the literal pits of hell.

It always felt like he was alone though. That his life was never conducive to a “normal” relationship but hearing John speak about his - they weren’t perfect either. So maybe he was fine. This was fine.

“I bet you’ve got good duckin’ game then.” His eyebrows shot up and down as he looked to John. “Don’t see any book damage from here man.” Stella had never thrown a book at him…but time will tell.

Banzai did pick up on the yet though. The edge of his right brow lifted up. “Oh so you’ve thought about it then. I mean that’s the next step isn’t it.” Banzais fast melted into mental gymnastics as he thought about t relationship timeline. “I think back in the day it was against some unwritten law to move in before engagement or some shit.”

@captain--john

To John, this whole thing sounded absurd. Him? Game? Perhaps if that game was backgammon.

John Smith had not a sliver of game. Not one iota. Not a single modicum of roguish charm like Phillip or puppy dog sincerity like Thomas. Growing up, he was infamously quite terrible with women, no one was more surprised than him that Jane stuck around as she had.

If there was a charming moment, it was soon followed by John thoroughly placing his shoed foot in his mouth.

"Well, she wasn't trying to injure me. If she was, I'd be much worse for wear." That was an absolute fact.

John's jaw set slightly, annoyed at his own slip up and even more so that Banzai had picked up on it. He sighed out through his nose. "Yes, back then it was, I'm sure. Moving in just seemed the most logical and practical option." And not that he enjoyed his quiet mornings reading across the table from Jane, or any other mundane tasks he found himself completing with her. "In any case, yes, I've thought about it in the broader picture of life. Theoretically." But, and he would not admit this to anyone, it was oddly more enticing to call Jane his wife rather than girlfriend. "We did get married in a town dream a few times." Pirates, Regency, various other situations.

@banzai-bungu

“I feel like town dreams…” Banzai didn’t finish his thought there. It was last year when he arrived for his first semester that he tumbled into a town dream about half bloods and Greek gods. The whole thing was rather insane but it was where he met Stella and saved her life with help from his patron god.

That shit wasn’t kismet. Hell it was just a make believe world created in the magic buzzing of the town. Probably to play a joke on all of us.

“Honestly that’s cool that you find her in every dream and get married. I think I have been in prison in a dream which honestly checks out.” Banzai shook his head and smiled before taking another drink. “Or just been a toxic piece of shit which also checks out.” Damn.

“Think I only had one good dream where I was actually living the life.”

@captain--john

#John | Banzai

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

Banzai did not feel like this guys pal. Shit like that was always bullshit to him.

Don’t call my your buddy you.

“Yeah it was hard.” Banzai offered sarcastically. What dealer played best friends off rip. Was this Swynlakes Pineapple Express. Jack was just the James Franco character…

“I am interested in some…sand.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

4s

Sand!

Jack had assumed so.

He was proud of his sand. He had trickled it here and there, sprinkling free samples like the mythic Sandman himself. He'd gotten a few people hooked, and more people had started sniffing around, wanting to try his sand for themselves.

And though Jack was not hurting for money these days, he suffered from a scarcity mindset, didn't he? That was what happened when you grew up on the Strip, and were homeless, and roamed around pigeon graveyards.

So he always needed more.

"Well! You came to the right place." Jack grinned. "I love to provide sand to my friends. Are we friends, Banzai? You think we might get to know each other?" He pat the seat next to himself.

I don’t befriend clowns.

Banzai shifted his eyes over Jack before half assing a smile. Only to go along with whatever this charade was. All he wanted was the sand.

“Yeah man.”

Unsure of what sort of trip it would even given Banzai didn’t care. The loss of self control was what he was searching for.

Banzai took a seat at the table.

“You get to know all your clientele then? Never seen that before.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

#Jack | Banzai

Humbled By Darkness || Hyenas Howl

Banzai thought the idea sounded rather too logical but maybe that was the ticket. Easy was never good though and the complications that could come from it.

His might went straight to what will happen if? What happens when?

"I don't think I've got the option to go cold turkey either." Banzai laughed to himself. It wasn't funny honestly it was at his own expense. Most of the time he was held and magick gun point to do dark magick most of the time now.

Yes he enjoyed it - who wouldn't but with what Mantu wanted and where he saw his story going he knew that it was going to be death or darkness. Just admitting that all right here didn't seem smart and who knows how Howl would even respond to him opening about what he has done and who he has been under the many masks.

"I only say that because I have my self in a less than favorable situation where I am required to dive deep." His eyes shifted back to Howl before he made decided to be honest "I am a true necromancer. This is who I am."

Why was he being so damn awkward. This was like swallowing a big pill and Banzai felt out of his element. Where he normally would control a conversation he felt like he was on egg shells.

@oh-heartlessman

oh-heartlessman

Howl had their suspicions.

There were a few paths that led to dark magic such as this. Sometimes it was clear (a demon, for instance). Sometimes it was a mix of things — a pinch of blood, a dash of necromancy, a splash of mind control.

That being said, he’d actually been hoping it was something clear-cut. That was an easier fix. Not that any of this would be easy, but, well, comparatively —

“Honestly, the fact that necromancy is the sole cause is promising,” said Howl. “I mean, the situation isn’t good, of course. But at least you’ve got a clear root cause. Sometimes people dabble in so much that it all get tangled up and there’s no way to unravel it without unraveling all of a person’s magic…”

He shrugged.

“It won’t be easy. But at least there’s a specific root cause. That way we know what to look at.”

Howl wasn’t sure if they were being reassuring at all. Not that they were trying to. Howl was approaching this like any sort of puzzle and in his mind, logic and reason were comforting. Eliminate factors, narrow down causes, and the solution should present itself.

@banzai-bungu

Banzai couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the mention of easy. Nothing in his life had ever been easy. The years of training and honing his craft was never easy. There was no question he wasn’t as powerful as Howl but Banzai knew he was a rare talent.

Sometimes the thought crossed his mind that if he practiced more or got a mentor not on his father’s payroll he could come say out power Mantu himself.

“I will not unravel any of my magic.” Banzai said quickly unsure if that was the plan.

That was a hill he was willing to die on - suffocating on the darkness itself.

“I am this good because of the rules I break.”

@oh-heartlessman

#Howl | Banzai

Your vote matters || Open

Marie was standing outside of town hall with her makeshift booth, just like her Instagram post had said she would be. She had to thank NouNou for the baked goods; there was no way Marie could’ve done it without her.

As someone new approached the stall, she smiled and offered up the box of macarons. “Free treat?” She asked. “And have you thought about your prom court vote?”

Banzai was just going to keep walking. Nobody had anything good to say. Or so he thought.

The offer of a free treat though. That he could get behind.

“Er thanks.” He said quickly reaching for the treat. “You talkin about that prom thing?” Banzai raised a brow. “People really campaign for that shit?”

@marie-a-bonfamille

#Marie | Banzai

my cave of horrors || Midnight Hyena

“Does knowing my name matter on the business.” Banzai immediately put the defense up. For all he needed was to give a fake name. Hell he knew guys back at Trimount who only purchased weight under an alias. Just so it wouldn’t tie back to their name once they moved onto some prominent magick forward hedge fund.

The problem with the defense was - the opposition pushing back and the deal being shattered before he could even make it. Banzai didn’t want that - hell he felt the desperation calling deep down in his bones. Begging like some humiliation ritual was not beyond him when the darkness really latched on.

Banzai was the darknesses best puppet.

“I am here because I have it on good authority that you can supply me with what I need.” Banzai said less stiff. Even though his good authority was only rumors - but whatever this sand was he knew he needed to try it.

His dark eyes shifted - the tendril of darkness spun up his neck and burped out his name. “Banzai. If such formalities are needed.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Well, yes. Most business began with the exchange of names, in Jack's experience. Didn't have to be a real name, naturally. He called himself Jack Skellington, for god's sake. You google that shit and you got strange AI art and a horror film from some USC film student.

The point was to leave no trace and give no one more than they needed to know. Looks like this Banzai was kinda new to doing shady business.

But hey, everyone needed to start somewhere.

"Banzai-- nice to meet you!" Jack grinned, sticking a hand out to shake. "Was that so hard? Now that we're friends, I'm feeling much more open to talkin' about how I might be a service to you. What are you looking for, pal?"

@banzai-bungu

#Jack | Banzai #it’s ok!#this is short but got to the point!

Banzai did not feel like this guys pal. Shit like that was always bullshit to him.

Don’t call my your buddy you.

“Yeah it was hard.” Banzai offered sarcastically. What dealer played best friends off rip. Was this Swynlakes Pineapple Express. Jack was just the James Franco character…

“I am interested in some…sand.”

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

Blinded Guilt | Sheranzi

professor-lungri

@banzai-bungu

Banzai hadn't been present since January.

Yes, he had been in classes. Yes, he had been attending his project units and working with the gryphons. But there was a cloud, like smoke or fog, obscuring the vision. The passion was gone.

Banzai was drifting like a ghost through his own life, and Shere was hard pressed to ignore it. The man was touchy at the best of times and, at the worst, he thinks, perhaps even volatile. The Vaagh didn't quite know how to approach the issue, his concerns, with the man without having his head bitten off.

Perhaps even literally.

The perfect opportunity, as it were, presents itself when he least expects it. His work in the gryphon rehabilitation center always changed, from day to day and hour to hour. Tonight, he was here after a run, just buttoning up the shirt he had in a bag, because he could smell one of the females' distress.

It was feeding time, or close to it, but she was one if their pregnant ones – young and inexperienced – and the distress of it had tugged at the Tiger enough to drag them here. Not for prey, but for duty.

He does not expect to meet Banzai, nor the shadows licking off his hands and wrists, in the middle of the aviary.

Shere dodges to the side neatly of whatever magic was slinking toward him, glancing down at it and the man it came from with an arched brow.

"It's alright, Banzai. No one is usually here at such odd hours as I am." But then he remembers why he is here, gaze flicking over the young man's hunched shoulders, his tension, and he sighs. "One of the females is upset. Came to check on her. Come with me?"

Their relationship had always been volitile - or at least Banzai always thought so. The last thing he needed was his damn professor telling him some wise ass advice about what he knew and how it applied to what the hell he was going through. Banzai was going through hell and he didn't need to hear about it from anyone else.

Then there were moments where they came together - out of love for their trade. Love for their animals.

Banzai didn't hate him. Banzai truly just hated himself.

"Uh yeah." Banzai let the shadows peel away from the professors as the darkness blinked over his eyes. All of Howls help was really keeping the urge to feed off the darkness at bay. "I didn't expect anyone comin this way tonight." The chances of anyone coming by - well he thought they were slim. "I came to feed them. I should've been by earlier but I got hung up."

Awkwardly standing up he grabbed the pale he brought and nodded. "Yeah I saw a note on the board about her. Whats the problem."

@professor-lungri

professor-lungri

@banzai-bungu

Shere waits for the younger man to figure out what he wants to do, patient as ever. He's learned, over his time working with Banzai, that there's only so much he can push or prod at befoee something else gave way entirely.

The darkness drew back. The Vaagh refrains from asking about it, though his brows twitch slightly, a sliver of curiosity there and gone in a blink.

"Of course. We usually don't, hm?" Shere nods, then moves around the younger man, ojt toward the paddocks where the young mothers and their calves are housed. "We think she's either got a bug of some kind or there's something she's allergic to in her feed. She paces, isn't eating, isn't sleeping well. The calf is being cared for, but the mother looks unwell."