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[kasaborn]

☔︎︎縁の人 __ 縁人__傘さん旗 -☔︎︎ -

Independent, private, highly selective, roleplaying blog for ENJIN of GACHIAKUTA.

Brought together by SENSEI. (He/him/25+)

縁人-_☂アンブレーカー傘._ _☔︎︎ RULES

__Basic engagement laws, be courteous, don't godmod, I can and will chuck anyone I don't like the vibe of directly into the border.

__Mutuals only, if I follow you, I absolutely intend to write with you! I won't interact with minors.

__I am caught up with the manga, and do not tag spoilers! Squint at my chicken scratch at your own peril.

__This guy is considered demieverything, with very specific taste in self-affirmed, mature individuals.

__Lots of stuff here is obviously conjecture, since we haven't seen Enjin's backstory in full, or really at all, so uh, behold, a headcanon based take.

__Cross-over friendly, if you don't have your own means of facilitating, vital instrument malfunctions are absolutely hilarious and make anything possible.

__Extremely low activity, ol' Sensei works full time and is usually awkwardly busy with varying degrees of bullshit.

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[kasaborn]

縁人__shakily reaches hand out from deep within a sticky employed cesspool: i want to write

[ianime0]

Gachiakuta | Ep15 | Fight the current, and it’ll bury you.

[kasaborn]

Unknown called; How do you feel about yourself? Via - ☔︎︎ Still accepting!

縁人__Now that was unfair. Several things came to mind; Criticism that no one but yourself could really put into a clear dialect, but nothing of who he was, had been, or could have amounted to was the question at hand. A normally over-exaggerated facade, one developed to put those under his care at ease, failed to engage, as a single contemplative syllable fell flat from a solemn expression.

"Hm."

Self-reproach wasn't the same as having low esteem, his confidence and adaptive leadership was something even he relied on time and time again, there was no doubt in his stride or technique or judge of character. Would he want to know himself? Probably not. But he strove to make weakness into strength, the same as he tried to instill in his team, the same gentle patience he showed humanity, the same love of growth and emotion he fiercely protected in others... It was real hard to turn that inward, it seemed vainglorious. Especially when you were mostly quoting someone else.

"There's a lot of things only I can do. At least for now, and the longer I can fill in the gaps, patch the holes so the rain doesn't get to anyone, the faster and easier they can make their own shelter."

A shrug, long and obnoxious and taunting, as he turned tail to run the fuck away from the inquiry.

"So, I dunno, that seems pretty cool to me!"_ _☔︎︎

[threeandthirteen]

"I'll act as a symbol and bring everyone one together." || Gachiakuta .73

[kasaborn]

@jigokusojiya called; '“How do you feel about the Hell Guards way of operating?”' and @gcldfanged called; How do you feel about the Hell Guard & their usage of firearms? Via - ☔︎︎ Still accepting!

縁人__Hesitation by way of an indistinct, deep and cavernous exhale of smoke; The answer came to mind swiftly, with reverence and callous regard one and the same. He wasn't naive, humans tended to need some form of guidelines and fear of retribution when those lines were crossed, especially in times of desperation. Irrespective, keeping people in line was so...

"I'm not really into herding people into single file. Enforcing through force, stuff like that - - It doesn't sit well with me."

As individuals, he knew many of them, and as such, was fond of them for who they were and their devotion to protecting the Ground, even if their methods made his entire core of uniting groups seem almost credulous.

"People already have it hard, right? It's why being a Cleaner seems less awkward for a guy like me. Protecting people from monsters is way more gratifying than turning on each other."

The dignity that should be guaranteed by virtue of being alive seemed so distant when you could be judged, hunted and executed without a second thought; It was arrogant, and dangerous, in a way, to deem your cause above the rest of humanity, which in turn, raised you above it. Where did that stop? It was a scary question. Masking that thought process in an instant, an inferno of a grin suddenly blazed across his visage.

"As for the guns, it'd be damn funny if they got super attached to them and became Givers themselves, huh~?"_ _☔︎︎

[kasaborn]

先生__something that came up but; I tend to try and use the localized names for stuff by default for my followers' sakes, but sometimes I'll forget and use the Japanese terms so if you ever don't know wtf I'm saying just ask xhdjcgh

[the-write-ideas]

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

Ⓦ

[dykarun]

yk rudo should probably feel less self-conscious about his smile considering that these are the people he's surrounded by

[noein]

Ever compromising, wasn't he? It brings a bemused sigh past plush lips, head shaking as she slips out from under his arm. Umbreaker is held with even more care, cradled and passed to Enjin with both hands   ( delivering his vital instrument with deserved respect ).   She's still going to worry, of course. It probably wouldn't leave her lungs until she sees Eishia treat him for herself, but in the meantime, she could at least  try  not to hover too much over him. He was hurt. Not incapable.

A faux eye roll and she folds her arms, puffing a sigh through her pout like it was just far too much to offer him.   

       ❝ I  guess  I'll get us something while you rest. ❞   Emphasized so he doesn't get any  funny ideas.  It's clear she's not as serious as she meant to be -   but when was she ever with him? If it meant keeping both their spirits a little higher after an ass-kicking, she didn't mind playing around a little.

One more cursory glance over Enjin and she reaches out, giving his hair just enough of a ruffle   ( what she can reach, anyway ).

       ❝ How  in  do you feel like being?   - I'm sure you could beat  Lil' Enjin  for his spot on the bed if you don't want to sit out in the mess hall. ❞   Would she be willing to puppet the little plush just to get a laugh from him? Maybe. If only because she knew he wouldn't be busting out of her stitches anytime soon. On she leads, though, sticking by close enough just in case she needed to slip under his arm again. There's a passing wish that her stitches could heal the way Eishia's electricity could, but it settles soon enough. She's just worried.

[kasaborn]

縁人__Inked digits would spread first across a slender shoulder, bestowing a hopefully reassuring amount of pressure, before slipping down to grasp his beloved vital instrument twice as firmly, mostly for stability. There was no pain, despite the bloodloss, her masterful weave stitched so intimately into his flesh assured all his organs stayed in place - so perhaps it was those feelings, that anima, that made it so uniquely pleasant? To have care woven directly into him, it was such a cute concept, huh?

"I wouldn't argue against getting doted on a little longer, even if my pride's taking a hit." Umbrella planted solidly against cement, a rogue's twinge of the lips spread unevenly across his visage as the suggestion settled into the slowly clearing fog of his mind.

"You keep him on the bed? Are you sure you wanna admit that~? I'm not going to lose, even like this, though!"

He followed at a pace one would expect of him normally, an almost arrogant insistence that no one, especially his younger wards, would see him looking less than a pyre to rely on; Vulnerability was easier to share amongst peers, and there was a distinct difference when it came to Nanako, who made it nigh impossible to be as cool as he wanted to be, her fierce acknowledgment of his humanity an awkwardly grounding force. _ _☔︎︎

[kasaborn]

先生__ [[ INBOX CALL! ]]

[draconicscreaming]

Please enjoy these cursed screenshots I took when Enjin was fuckin up his driving

[kasaborn]

先生__i want to WRITE free me

[kasaborn]

Continued from - ☔︎︎ @ofamess

縁人__The bottom of a well, the barrel of a gun, under a pile of trash in a deadzone - and lastly, the top of a derelict tower; All the interesting places one can find misused youth in a world like theirs. He had opted to treat her like a person, first and foremost, from the moment she had exploited his companion's most vulnerable states - There was nothing about the circumstances that screamed a healthy, moderated childhood, peers or a normalized way to feel or view the world around her. So, teasing was a good start, it pissed her off. That was an emotion, that was connection. Bringing her back with them, she'd have to learn plenty of those, and how to personalize that communication - if she only spoke to him like a brat, then that was something like a bond. It wasn't just about the Vital Instrument and her capabilities as a Giver, as vitriol and emotional quotient was what fueled their techniques. Struggling to identify even the most basic emotion was rough, but that was what they were dealing with, here.

"Would I really be here if I didn't really give a shit?" A deep exhale, standing up straight in lieu of utilizing his Jinki as a makeshift walking stick, allowing one prudent stride to bring him in front of the young woman, crouching down closer to eye level.

"Yeah, we are. And yeah, they'll protect you. But do you know why? Does that matter to you? If they get hurt for you of their own volition, how will that make you feel? That's what we're trying to figure out."_ _☔︎︎

[kasaborn]

@jigokusojiya called; 'Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.' Via - ☔︎︎ Still accepting!

縁人__The distinction between social grace and the most awkward circumstances one could hoist upon a human being was somewhat relative when it came to their particular organization and vocation; As it was, the young man to his left was, ironically, one of their more well-behaved of eccentrics, where the complete feral nature never really ruined the general public's sense that they could rely on the Cleaners. That being said, the unrelenting gaze had gotten a little weird about five minutes ago. Slowly, the glass, hosting a single sphere of ice and some viscous liquid that could have been a dark liquor, or engine fuel, would be raised to his lips. Aw, man, he really had to say something, here. The sense of affirmation he desperately wanted to preserve in the headstrong youth was something proven to be unshakeable despite some losses and gains, but that didn't mean the guy wasn't human.

"You can talk about anything, yanno. I'm not gonna tease you about it... eh.. .. unless it's funny."

A playful tone and gesture with the alcohol to indicate he was open to conversation, and not whatever the hell this was.

"I know it's rare, especially these days, for just the two of us to go after a plain old Hanjū. We've got a minute before we've got to head out, so - - something on your mind about it?"

Maybe it had been an overstep of sensibilities, to agree to the fairly basic mission of taking out a trash beast - he had forgone the company of their Supporters by citing two Givers being enough to round it out - as some attempt to see where Zanka was at after their most recent skirmish with the Raiders. _ _☔︎︎

[roleplayer-memes]

A Collection of My Favorite Nonverbal Prompts: ('my Muse' refers to the one who posted the meme, and 'your muse' refers to the sender)

Your muse raises  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse.

Your muse gestures  for  my  muse  to  sit  down.

Your muse taps  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention.

Your muse works  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair.

Your muse helps  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing.

Your muse and  my muse make  eye  contact  across  a  busy  room.

Your muse straightens  an  article  of  my muse's  clothes.

Your muse  rolls  their  eyes  at  my muse.

Your muse  hovers  over  my muse’s  shoulder  as  they  complete  a  task.

Your muse finds my muse somewhere  they  shouldn’t  be.

Your muse finds my muse drunk.

Your muse throws an item of  sentiment  bitterly  at  my muse.

Your muse gets caught  following  my muse.

Your muse pulls my muse out  of  harm’s  way.

Your muse buys my muse  a  drink  at  a  bar.

Your muse claps a  hand  over  my muse's mouth  to  silence  them.

Your muse gets caught  snooping  in  my muse's things.

Your muse throws something  aggressively  at  my muse.

Your muse yells  at  my muse to  put  their  hands  in  the  air.

Your muse watches mine while drinking their beverage.

Your muse “accidentally” briefly touches my muse. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

Your muse beckons my muse to follow yours somewhere.

Your muse and mine get assigned as partners for a mission.

[noein]

He asks, maybe rhetorically, about  Lil' Enjin,  and Nanako answers with a quick   I do.   before he's moved on again, catching a bit of offense from her almost immediately.

       ❝ You act like I wouldn't  take you  everywhere with me. ❞   Posed and said as if it were a promise should it come to that. Like a reality Nanako has considered a handful enough times to be so quick with her retort. His little noise of discomfort cuts right through the rest of whatever else she had to say about the matter, Nanako straightening and hovering right back over him. Had she missed something?  Should she have let him rest more? - - -

       ❝ Alcohol?! ❞   Now it was her turn to groan, shaking her head ever so slightly despite there not being any  real  measure of annoyance behind the attitude. Nanako was glad, though, that she'd still been hovered so close. Enjin crumpled so quickly, she hardly had time to kneel with him, arms securing around him to offer some support.

       ❝ Maybe I  should have  added some extra stitches... ❞   As though  puppetting  was a better option than allowing him time to regain his strength. Without much else, Nanko simply slides herself under his arm, inserting herself as a crutch for him to lean on. Gentler, warmer, she adds,

       ❝ Take your time...   I've got you... ❞

[kasaborn]

縁人__A blazing pride met with such distinct mortality would always be so damn humbling; It wasn't as though he was incapable of accepting help or relying on his comrades - that was half the point of him being there, to be the heart of their veritable flame, so that they could spark off of him and create infernos of their own. Still sucked, though. Still made him feel like shit, for making someone, especially her, have to carry even an ounce of his weight for him. Teeth grit in an even crescent of obvious aggravation, the warmth of her succor a grateful thing, even if he didn't really want it in the current circumstance.

"It's fine, I'm great - ... ... it's my bad, can you grab Umbreaker for me? I won't eat my own ass this time, I swear." A gesture with his head, towards his vital instrument, laying in a hopeful idle on the ground nearby - if he could use the umbrella as a crutch, she might not have to hold his heavy ass up.

"Nah, nah, you did a great job - - ... maybe we'll just stay in tonight, though. We'll plan a big night out later, yeah?"

As though they were simply having to cancel a dinner date because he got a cold, and not because she had to sew the stuffing back into him. _ _☔︎︎