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Iriya roleplay blog. Warning: Iriya is an antagonist. He will say and do things that are creepy, unsettling, and downright sadistic. I will not be held responsible for anything he says or does. RP with him at your own discretion.

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Iriya has been moved HERE

[Right now, the only threads I’m carrying over one with @demonmoonrui and one with @cursecloud. Anyone else, please message me if you have something you want to continue.]

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[Thinking a lot about the AU where Iriya survives getting killed and runs off with that lion guy to start completely over with a new name and everything.]

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What you’re lacking

Iriya is lacking 1) a real life 2) the ability to fly 3) fabulous.

“Since when is ‘fabulous’ a noun?”

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Am I broken? Am I flawed? Do I deserve a shred of worth or am I just another fake, fucked up lost cause?

And am I human? Or am I something else? 'Cus I'm so scared and there's no one there to save me from the nightmare that I call myself

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    “I didn’t…I didn’t say that!” Uzume protests. “I never said I was better than anyone else! There’s lots more people who came from where I do that aren’t monsters either!” …Aren’t there?

    “You’re putting words in my mouth! I’m not looking down on anyone besides you because Thread Eyes says you’re a creep and jerk and a…a…”

    “…a monster.”

He bites the inside of his cheek until he can taste blood. This is why it’s only Azako. Even someone who ought to know the pain of being called vile or a beast still insists that only some should be saved while the others can be left to rot in their own horrid filth. Damn, foolish hypocrite.

He swallows the blood and speaks again. “There’s people who call your kin such things too. Whether or not they are doesn’t matter. If you stick a certain word on something, you can treat it however you want. You claim you aren’t like them, but everything about you now suggests otherwise.”

“And fine, you merely said you were ‘trying’ to be better. I guess that’s only doable if you’re willing to classify others as worse.”

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    Silent again, but for another reason this time. A flush of angry red tints Uzume’s cheeks at Iriya’s latest words. “Shut up. Who I am…my blood…it doesn’t design me!”

    “I’m not alone anymore! That’s what matters! I have friends who don’t care where I came from!”

What an intriguing reaction. So much shame.

“So you forget intentionally? Must be nice to be able to walk away from your past, to redefine who you are. How else can you pretend that no one else is still there? How else could you differentiate yourself from the ones you now scorn? Because you’re better than them now, right? You’re high and mighty and ready to kick anyone you decide is too unworthy of life or love? You found a way to the other side of your own predicament. You’re now the one looking down. Is that what you meant by ‘better’?”

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    Uzume considers his words for a while, looking to be thinking very hard. “Well, do you wanna change?”

    “Or do you just wanna be right? The first choice is a lot harder than the second one. Maybe I did get lucky and you unlucky, I’d probably be lots worse off if they didn’t want to be my friends. But again; do you wanna change, or d’ya just wanna be right?”

“To my own heart, I’m already right. I do what I want and say what I think. It’s the only ‘right’ I have. And don’t pretend you always wanted to be better. You’re powerful and a fool; it would have been easy for you to never kill a thing. But you did. And I’m willing to bet there was a time you enjoyed it. After all, it’s the life you knew. All alone. You against anyone else. People of your heritage always know the feeling of scorn. Don’t you?”

His hand shows signs of a tremble, and he clenches the fist tighter. It’d be simple to leave the conversation, but as the only one he’s had in a while, he’s determined to keep it running.

“Or have you forgotten?”

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    Okay, that’s a good question, but he has counter answers!

    “Well one, I have friends and you don’t. Two, people like me and no one likes you. Three, I feel better about myself, I don’t think you do. F…five, I like what I’m doing now, do you? Uhhhh…sev…no wait, nine, I know Kuroha and Saiha are proud of me. Is anyone proud of you, Iriya? I just think you’re really creepy and kinda sad.”

“You say those things like they’re your own accomplishments. You really just got lucky.” He speaks every few words through gritted teeth, feeling the pressure around his heart rising and his urge to kill growing.

“The people who found you while you were darkest accepted you. They decided you were worth bringing to their side. To make you their definition of better. When you looked sad, as you say I do now, you were comforted. When I appear the same, I get morally-grandstanding fools like you telling me it’s my own damn fault. Your decision to be better was circumstance, not nature-”

He pauses in order to breathe, to quell the fury in his gut. “Tell me. What if those you ended up friendly with had instead decided you weren’t worth more than the dirt in your hair? Do you really think you’d still have wanted to be what they say is ‘better’?”

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    Uzume comes to a sudden halt, then turns and glares at Iriya. Engaging is a really bad idea; everyone said so. But he’s not gonna let this guy get the last word!

    “Yeah, I’ve done a lot of bad stuff, not gonna try and say that I haven’t. Difference between you and me is that I wanna be better. I wanna be a good person. Also I have friends and you don’t.”

His hand tightens into a fist so tight his fingers feel cold from lack of circulation.

“‘Better’ you say? And how do you know that what you’re doing now is the ‘better’ thing? Because others told you? Following the beliefs of others is not what I’d call ‘better’. And you can’t really say you’re good by those standards anyways, because when left to your own devices, you were a killer. That is your true nature. Hiding it does not make you ‘better’. It makes you a fake.”

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    Oh no…oh nooooooooo! He got the creep’s attention! Uzume groans and starts walking faster. Must lead AWAY form Utsuho!

    “Don’t really care. Go away you massive weirdo.”

“Come now, come now. You really think we’re so different?” Iriya picks up his pace, his smile decaying from genuine-appearing to rather sinister. “Anyone in the Itsuwaribito game knows who you are. There’s probably hundreds of orphans and widows who’d cry at the sight of you.”

“You call me weird, what does that make you?”

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    “Uhhhh….no.”

    “Creep.”

Well, too bad. He responded so now he gets a chatty Iriya trailing him.

“Don’t you know I know him better than anyone? Don’t you know how much we have in common? Azako and I were always destined to meet. It was fate. I was born just for him, and him for me.”

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“Do you wanna hear about him? About Azako?”

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But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul

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    “I know I’m probably a burden to you outside of helping you with…this,” He motions to the bombs. “and fixing your clothes. But I really don’t want to be left alone again. I don’t want to go back to Natagumo and I don’t know where else I could go.”

    But it seems that Iriya isn’t focused on that, so the spider demon stops talking and bites his lip. Judging by the sky, it’s going to be daylight soon, so he gets their cloaks out of the cart and puts his own on before bringing the other to Iriya.

    “Never mind, forget I said anything.”

That wasn’t quite a satisfactory ending to the conversation. Rui was far less a burden than he seems to think. And definitely less of one than the bandages Iriya now remembers managing. Iriya actually likes his company. It doesn’t do any good to speak of such things, though, so he leaves it.

He grabs his cloak from Rui’s hands. “Let’s get back to shelter and get a map of the wider area around here. When the sun’s down again, we can go whichever way we decide upon. I’ll carry the cart.”

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    “I can’t think of a better course of action.” Rui admits, stacking the bombs onto the little cart they stole a while back and take turns pulling. He’s never done so much walking in his life, even after he first became a demon. His village was only a week away from Natagumo. They’ve been at this for a year now; he’s seen more than he thought was possible out in the world.

    Though now an unsettling thought comes to his mind. Iriya finally has a clue to his past, is one step closer to figuring out who he is and who may be important to him. What if…what if…

    “Iriya-kun…” Rui doesn’t look at the other demon as he speaks. “When you find what you’re looking for…you’re not going to abandon me…are you?”

    He isn’t sure he could take it if he’s left alone again.

“Abandon?” He folds his arms, entirely too calm. That wasn’t something he’d been thinking about. The goal of reobtaining lost memories had been so much his focus that the details past it weren’t worth looking into. And something was curious about the words Rui chose. Abandon? Surely being finished with the task holding them together would be freeing to him? Rui could go back to doing anything he wanted instead of following a maniac around. Wasn’t that better?

“Don’t worry about that.” It’s sort of a non-answer, possibly meaning ‘don’t worry because I won’t,’ or possibly just ‘stop thinking about it, I don’t know’. Maybe something in between. “We don’t know what’s going to happen when we find this man. He’s the one who killed me, after all.”

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    Rui does as he’s told, taking some of the bandages and using them to cover his nose and mouth from the slow to dissipate smoke. It’s not ideal protection by any stretch of the imagination, but it works in a pinch. He goes back to picking up the unlit bombs and turns when Iriya speaks, hearing and unfamiliar note in his voice.

    “Azako…” The name is completely unfamiliar with him. “Well, hopefully when we find this Azako you can stop blowing yourself up.”

    “So, how do we go about looking for Azako?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” He stretches, back making a rather terrible popping sound. Apparently his freshly-grown joints weren’t ready for that. But if he’s in pain from the crack, Iriya doesn’t show it.

“Unlike everything until now, we can’t exactly make a plan. I have no starting point. At this point, he could be anywhere in Japan, or even outside of it.” Iriya can’t remember exactly how long has past, but it’s been at least a year, enough time for quite a bit of travel, even for a human.

“But staying in one place won’t do any good. How would you feel about simply.. traveling until we hear some sort of word on the matter?” Personally, he hates such a lax, wandering plan. But what else could possibly be done?