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@kumonohoshi
" let's put my masterful skills to work! " old event (26/01/2025 -- 26/06/2025): true eye!shuriken a shuriken phighting! rp/ask blog made for fun ! ⇢ creds: noahsresources ( 1 / 2 ) // imnikkiheat ⇢ art by soda ⇢ rules below cut!
[BanHammer and Co. in Lost Temple, Part 2!]
[It appears Grappling Hook has MANY new visitors to the campsite, courtesy of Chuck and Tara. They all look rather different from one another, but the one that stands out the most was the tallest one. Even taller than Tara, and wielding a hammer as tall as a small tree, and four eyes instead of two.]
“So this is your base oph operations…? Surprised anyone can live in this oven…I’ve been sweating since we got here and I’m not even in my armor! And I brought supplies!”
[He was talking to Chuck, specifically. Looking down at him since he is indeed very short]
@chucks-rocks-at-u
@wranglinspiders
@kumonohoshi
@vinestaffette
@sword1437
[OOC: Make sure to take turns gang cus we have a LOT of people. I can DM people for turn order if needed]
[ Grappling Hook was starting to wonder where half of their main team had gotten to, having to do all the work around here by themselves was exhausting... Oh they were going to have some big stern talks about this once the duo got back from their patrol. Hook was busy sorting some arrangements for some other wranglers as the group rolled up, catching the attention of everyone in the camp ogled like they were a roadside attraction. ]
[ Grapple turned around and just stared for a few moments before storming over to the group, stunned beyond belief that they'd trust some random group of what looked to be armed strangers right to their base of operations.. And without restraints no less! They ignored the newcomers for now and immediately grabbed both Tara and Chucks collars yanking them in close. ]
Where in lost temples great name have yall been?! I been running this place damn near solo! And who's this company ya bought along? We can't keep takin' in every poor straggler ya find, thats more mouths to feed that we just can't cover! Ye know how tight we are with the churchs greed and hold on supplies...
[ Grappling Hook let go and crossed their arms, huffing as they eyed the new company. They usually weren't this angry around others for a first impression... But this was important! Too much stuff has been happening as of late and they needed to be careful. ]
I'll get ta you lot in a second, come with me. We can talk in private. I have a feelin' I know already what yall's are lookin' for. Always the same three or four reasons nowadays...
[ They turned and started walking, bull tail lashing behind them as they made their way to the usual meeting tent. This could take awhile... ]
—Chuck let out a loud squeak once Grappling Hook pulled both him and Tara in by their collars, his sweat dropping as he refused to make direct eye contact with Hook. He had to admit, he didn't like seeing them mad—
'M sorry, Hook... We didn't mean t'cause ya more trouble...
—His voice was quiet, and Chuck lowered his head in shame. He'd practically forgotten about how angry he was at Tara for grabbing him and putting him over her shoulder!—
I promise I'll be 'round tomorrow ta help, for now just.. hear 'em out. They could help with the whole cult issue.
@wranglinspiders
@sword1437
@kumonohoshi
@vinestaffette
@tyrant-w4rden
woah— woah ?
i quietly said to myself , watching the scene unfold in front of me . pondering if i should do something
we dont … plan to be here long .. ?
i whispered as if i was announcing something . i kept watching as we stood close to banhammer , him hearing my unsure sentences .
@tyrant-w4rden
“I mean hopephully not. We don’t have a lot of time to dilly-dally!”
“Plus, we have our own supplies! We’re most definitely prepared!”
[He just waits around for them to stop arguing about whatever]
@kumonohoshi
@wranglinspiders
@vinestaffette
@chucks-rocks-at-u
She sets Chuck down as Hook scolds them, holding one hand up to her hat to tilt it down in shame. Chipper copies the motion, pulling down his tiny hat in tiny shame.
"Sorry, boss. Was just taking Tess out for a bit so she can stretch her wings... she's been a bit mopey since that cultist clipped her a couple weeks ago. Musta lost track of time up there."
She's used to being scolded for bringing outsiders in, though. She often needs to be reminded that outsiders generally can't be trusted.
"Ah, don't worry, don't worry, we ain't recruitin' 'em! Figured we could let 'em in since those two are Darkage and all... Plus, that little red one looks like a sparrow! How could I say no to that face?"
@kumonohoshi
@vinestaffette
” hey i kinda see it. also , i’m not really uh . . “
<vinestaff trails off , deciding to save the whole darkage issue for later.>
@kumonohoshi
@tyrant-w4rden
@sword1437
the vigilante, as cautious as he was, tensed up at the mention of the darkage clan. it surely means nothing … right …?
did one of them see through him ? shit …
“ i ain't from darkage, friend. ”
he shrugged.
“ but i do know a shuriken. he thinks very highly of me, i think … ”
@tyrant-w4rden || @sword1437 || @vinestaffette
—A very short Inphernal approaches Banhammer and co. By the looks of it, seems like he was part of the Redcliff Wranglers—
Hm.. the Warden of the Banlands.. yer a loooong way from home, ain't'cha?
@chucks-rocks-at-u
[BanHammer pauses, cocking his head to the side, and singals the others to stop. This must’ve been one of the Wranglers he was told about…]
“Eh? So what iph we are? We’re on an important mission of justice! And who are you supposed to be?”
[He also takes notice of how short this Inphernal is, given he’s like 7 feet tall himself. Oh my Swords, do NOT start laughing-]
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
@vinestaffette
Name's Chuck. If yer gonna be treadin' these parts with all that armor on... Yer gonna end up meltin'.
—Chuck raised his head to look up at Banhammer. This annoyed him quite a bit, he hated being shorter than usual.—
Now.. y'mind tellin' me what yer doin' on Wrangler turf, or am I gonna have to find out m'self?
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
@vinestaffette
“…Well if you’re really that curious, my squad and I are on a mission to phind the Church oph the True Eye and bring them down phor the murder oph Katana and all the other crimes they’ve committed!”
“I was told we’d come across some kind of…Recliphph Wranglers out here. I’m guessing that would be one oph you?”
[He peeks back to his group just to see how they were reactions to the situation]
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
@vinestaffette
Yer after that freakish cult?! Eugh... Those weirdos creep me off.
—Chuck visibly shivered, shaking his head right after—
Anyway, yep. 'm part of the Wranglers. An' if ye want to go after the church... Yer not exactly goin' to find it so easy, big guy.
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
@vinestaffette
” well can you give us some direction ? “
[Ban flicks some sand off his clothes while he lets the others talk]
@sword1437
@kumonohoshi
we would really love if youd help us , just a little bit ?
@kumonohoshi
“ any help is appreciated, friend. ”
the vigilante had suddenly appeared next to the short inphernal, closing the distance while appearing friendly despite the mask he wore. it was a very particular tactic, one he employed once when first talking to katana.
“ wether it be a simple tip or guidance, we'll get out of your hair and we won't take long ! ”
the vigilante chuckled softly.
[BanHammer and co in the Lost Temple, Part 1!]
[Our band of four seem to be making their way through Lost Temple little by little…and it’s going about as well as you expected. It’s dry, they’re constantly hiding from giant birds, and it’s hot, hot, HOT!]
[Even though Banhammer specially clothed himself for the heat of the desert, he [and presumably the rest of his 4 Inphernal squad] are not having a good time]
“…Oh my Swords…it’s so PHUCKING HOT. HOW DOES ANYONE LIVE OUT HERE?!!”
[He yelled, all the while still sweating buckets. They needed to find somewhere shaded before dark or they weren’t going to make it…]
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
@vinestaffette
” i really regret not bringing water. . . “
<vinestaff seems to be struggling just as much, only having rolled up their sleeves. they fan themself with a hand.>
“ here, ma'am. ”
the vigilante hands vinestaff a full tumbler of water. he walks beside her, monitoring her state in the heat of this barren desert.
the vigilante stands firm, seemingly unfazed by the hot air around him. even with his mask concealing most of his face, he exudes a calm confidence, showing no signs of dizziness or disorientation.
even so, he's still sweating, messing with the scarf around his neck as it trailed behind him.
“ you alright, ma'am ? ”
the vigilante attaches itself to vinestaff before glancing briefly at sword and banhammer.
“…We need…to look phor shelter phor the…night, or…we’re gonna bake alive…Maybe under the canyons?”
[Banhammer is clearly out of breath, and keeping Sword close by since he needs to protect him. Mainly so Venomshank doesn’t beat him as hard when he finds out Sword went missing-]
@sword1437
..oof , yea..! we’ll bake alive , wonder what food we would be…
i fanned myself , my helmet primarily starting to rise in temperature due to its metal .
i point to a huge rock far across us , it seemed to have a big shade .
you think we can make it there ?.. frankly , i don’t know anything about .. lost temple
@tyrant-w4rden
“I’m sure we can! It just might take a while, that’s all! We have enough supplies to last us phor at least a week…”
[BanHammer sprints towards the rock, leading the others to the cool shady location, plopping down flat on his backside to lean against the rocky wall]
“Swords, my pheet are killing me…iph I knew there was gonna be this much walking, I would’ve brought stronger boots…”
[He also takes a big gulp from his water container. He made sure to bring enough water to last them a while…]
@vinestaffette
@kumonohoshi
the vigilante decides to take the risky decision and stand on some rocks, surveying the area and scavenging whatever details he could find with his gaze alone.
his scarf billows in the sandy wind, but he remains unmoving.
“ so, warden. what're we lookin' for again ? ”
the vigilante turns back to look at banhammer, it's hard to see, but he's smiling underneath that mask.
“ just asking, to make sure, y'know … ”
he idly spins a kunai in his hands, turning back to the sandy expanse of the barren lost temple.
“ … just so i won't bring justice to the wrong people. ”
[BanHammer and co in the Lost Temple, Part 1!]
[Our band of four seem to be making their way through Lost Temple little by little…and it’s going about as well as you expected. It’s dry, they’re constantly hiding from giant birds, and it’s hot, hot, HOT!]
[Even though Banhammer specially clothed himself for the heat of the desert, he [and presumably the rest of his 4 Inphernal squad] are not having a good time]
“…Oh my Swords…it’s so PHUCKING HOT. HOW DOES ANYONE LIVE OUT HERE?!!”
[He yelled, all the while still sweating buckets. They needed to find somewhere shaded before dark or they weren’t going to make it…]
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
@vinestaffette
” i really regret not bringing water. . . “
<vinestaff seems to be struggling just as much, only having rolled up their sleeves. they fan themself with a hand.>
“ here, ma'am. ”
the vigilante hands vinestaff a full tumbler of water. he walks beside her, monitoring her state in the heat of this barren desert.
the vigilante stands firm, seemingly unfazed by the hot air around him. even with his mask concealing most of his face, he exudes a calm confidence, showing no signs of dizziness or disorientation.
even so, he's still sweating, messing with the scarf around his neck as it trailed behind him.
“ you alright, ma'am ? ”
the vigilante attaches itself to vinestaff before glancing briefly at sword and banhammer.
“Hey, Vinestaff? It’s Ban, I’m putting together our crew. I phinally phigured out where the Church might be located, but I’m going entirely ophph a hunch. Sword and this guy called the Silver Shadow are coming with us.”
“So, you in? We can’t leave just yet, but once we do, it’s probably gonna be a long journey…”
@kumonohoshi
@sword1437
(The crew members in question. Just tagging them so we know who everyone is :P)
” oh , hey ban ! ! I’m totally ready to head out whenever you guys are. i know sword , but who’s silver shadow ? ? “
“They’re this vigilante or something I’ve been aphter phor a while. But they really want the Church to go down, so we’re calling a temporary truce. I don’t really know who they are since they keep that mask on whenever I see them.”
[It’s Shuriken. He doesn’t know that, though.]
“ yoo-hoo ~! ”
just as the moment called for it, the vigilante swooped in with impeccable timing. out of nowhere, he materialized on banhammer's back, hitching a playful piggyback ride that took the poor warden by surprise.
“ why're y'all talking like i wasn't here, eh ? don't tell me i'm that good, you'll flatter me too much ~! ”
OPEN INT
It was getting late. The sun was beginning to set and the city lights of Crossroads pollute the night sky sooner or later. Although Crossroads always remained loud and busy even at night, there were still some parts of the city that were often more secluded and quiet. The alleyways.
In one of them, there was a very odd looking inphernal standing all by themself. The orange light from their body illuminated the dark, empty alleyway. Although they seemed very shaky, they didn't move from where they were. They looked pale, as if they has seen a ghost, and it seemed as if they had been standing there for hours.
shuriken slipped off the power line, the sudden gust of wind catching him completely off guard.
luckily, he fell into a messy pile of trash, which broke his fall and saved him from a serious injury.
he crawled out of the heap, shaking off the scraps of paper and plastic that clung stubbornly to his arms.
“ shit … ”
shuriken muttered, feeling a sharp twinge in his right knee.
it felt twisted, a painful reminder of his clumsy landing. a scowl creased his forehead as frustration bubbled up inside him.
“ damn it. i'm losing my edge … ”
shuriken grumbled, taking a moment to glance around and steady himself.
he quickly checked his pouch, his heart pounding a little faster until he saw that everything was still intact.
his mask, though, was unscathed—at least that was one small victory amid his chaotic mishap.
TW :: talks of death and threats of violence
katana is gone.
in the stillness that follows, a storm brews within shuriken.
memories flood his mind — warm laughter, wise words, quiet moments filled with unspoken understanding. each recollection is a phantom that wraps around his heart, squeezing tighter, igniting an inferno that threatens to consume him whole.
as the sky darkens with heavy clouds, mirroring the turmoil within, shuriken reaches for the mask. it has always symbolized his strength, a shield against vulnerability. but tonight, it's a shadow following his every footstep.
his horns now shimmer a vivid lime green. he grips his gear tightly, knuckles white, bracing himself for the emotional storm ahead.
the blade glimmers under the starlit sky, its silver edge a bittersweet promise of retribution. shuriken stands at the edge of thieves’ rest, staring upward, searching among the stars for guidance.
in a moment of clarity amid the chaos, he raises his weapon toward the heavens, aligning the shuriken's hole with the radiant full moon.
it fits perfectly, a sign of destiny.
“ i will find you, ”
he spoke to the culprit he was yet to learn about. he gripped the shuriken star so tightly that it cut into his palm, warm blood trickling down his fingers.
“ i always find my mark. ”
he sheathed the shuriken in his pouch.
“ time to pick up the pace. ”
[MAJOR CW/TW]
Moderately graphic descriptions of blood/gore. You have been warned
*It was odd of the Warden to ever let someone he was actively pursuing off with a warning…but what he’d seen during his pursuit of Rainbeau ( @rainbowmail ) simply could not be ignored. He slowly landed in the little nook of the city that he’d spotted the red splatters, and what he saw next was likely going to stick with him for a long while…*
“! Oh Swords…”
*He had just come across the scene of a disgustingly grizzly scene, an Inphernal ( @longingforachange ) who seems to have had their entire head blown off with a rifle of some kind. The remains of what was once their head and horns, alongside bits of bone and other gorey bits scattered across the scene like shattered glass. There also seemed to be broken remains of a white and red mask at the scene, likely worn by the victim. The amount of blood at the scene as well was much larger than it looked from the air, practically painting the walls surrounding it a gruesome shade of crimson.*
*To put it simply, it was BAD.*
*His shock and processing of the disturbing scene was briefly halted when he noticed another Inphernal who seems to have come across the area sooner than he did. And it seems they were in much more horror than he was. Perhaps this blue horned, cat-like Inphernal knew the victim personally…*
“…I don’t usually have to deal with stuff THIS rough…was…this person a phriend of yours?”
@th1evesrest
Slingshot was crouched down, hugging the body, trembling, sobbing, and breathing heavily. He didn't know what to do. He was reliving memories he thought he'd never relive again.
He was almost entirely covered in blood; the red stood out grotesquely against his white fur and light-colored clothing. His sobs were so loud he sounded like he was screaming.
He didn't answer Banhammer, too lost in the new and old trauma. Suddenly, he began to whisper Katana's name from time to time, and others that Banhammer didn't recognize.
He was hugging the body too tightly; Katana was twice his size and yet he was still lifting him. He had impressive strength, probably equivalent to all his pain.
— why....why...why...whyy.... — Suddenly, he began banging his head against the body; he was desperate.
“Woah woah woah, easy there slugger…!”
*He gently tried to pry Slingshot off the body. Fuck, he needed to get this cleaned up and investigated ASAP. But first and foremost, he needed to get this guy out of here…*
“Listen kid, I’m real sorry about your phriend, but this is a crime scene now…gotta let the prophessionals handle this…”
“How about you come with me…and we can get this blood cleaned ophph…”
Slingshot suddenly snapped back, calming down a bit. He turned quickly to look at Banhammer with wide eyes. It took him a moment to see him clearly because of the tears, and once he recognized him, his expression changed. He went through more than one, but the one that remained was anger. He slowly left the body and stood up quickly, facing Banhammer despite being smaller.
— This is your fault. It's your job to stop those criminals. — She tried to keep her tone understandable but began to sob. — IT'S YOUR JOB! IT'S YOUR JOB TO MAKE SURE WE'RE SAFE. HOW DID I GET HERE FIRST BEFORE YOU? HOW?! IS THIS JUST A CRIME SCENE TO YOU? WHAT WILL I TELL MY SIBLINGS?? — He started breathing with difficulty again. — KATANA IS DEAD, MY NEIGHBOR IS DEAD. AND FOR YOU, THIS WILL BE JUST A SIMPLE CRIME SCENE THAT YOU'LL INVESTIGATE FOR A FEW WEEKS, AND THE CRIMINAL WON'T BE FOUND BECAUSE YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT AT YOUR JOB. THE ONLY REASON WHY YOU HAVE THIS WORK IN QUOTATION MARKS IS BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING DEMI DEITY. SO MUCH POWER ONLY TO BE USELESS! — He paused for a moment to catch his breath. (she is sooo mad that is yelling at him in english..) — you deities all are shit... I can bet the world would be better without you all...
She started crying again; she was going through all sorts of emotions at this moment, and it was bad luck that Banhammer was the first one to find her.
“…”
*Banhammer didn’t know how to respond to that flurry of insults towards him. Usually, he’d get pissed off and arrest Slingshot too for talking such disrespectful smack against the Warden, but he’s smarter than he looks. Even if he doesn’t act that way.*
“Listen man, I can’t be everywhere at once, even though I wanna. Iph I could clone myself, I’d be catching ALL the criminals and preventing shit like this from happening. I was busy chasing another criminal when I came across this. This is nowhere NEAR my phault even though you think it is.”
“You’re clearly not thinking rationally right now. Let’s just head down to the station and get you cleaned up, okay…?”
*He was also silently radioing in some other officers, speaking some kind of police code to his men*
“We’ve got a really grizzly scene down in [insert whatever location they’re in rn]. Ima need a cleanup crew and an investigation team down here IMMEDIATELY.”
“Just let go of the body and just take a deep breath. We won’t find out who dunnit iph you contaminate the crime scene with your DNA.”
*He’d been speaking awfully calm this entire time. Very odd of him, but he was likely still caught off guard by both the brutal crime scene and Slingshot’s rage towards him*
shuriken had intended to sleep through the noise at first.
that's how it always starts — at first.
he yawned softly, fixing up the scarf on his neck to warm himself up. today, the air is colder than usual, not a strange finding, but it's something he noted.
his sibling's screaming was something he hadn't accounted for. the noise was loud, grating his ears.
he rounded the corner, standing near banhammer to peek inside…
“ sling, what's going on — ”
…
…
“ … what the fuck. "
he gasped shakily.
“ WHAT THE FUCK. ”
STARTER CALL :: OPEN
it's rare for shuriken to feel that something was deeply, horribly wrong. that sinking feeling in his stomach was far beyond just normal nausea — though he could compare the feeling to that.
he was still stuck in thieves' rest, sleeping at one of the tables as he regained the rest he had lost after a long night of a shadow's work. one would say he needed just a tad more rest than usual, but you can't blame him, can you ?
especially when the nightmares overtake any kind of good dream he's ever had.
either be the bearer of bad news, or look for a reaction.
either way, he is not in the best state right now ...
⌞『 `𒀹 』⌝
" For Broken Honor And Retribution. "
╭────────── 𖥸
（( My companion sometimes brings back small 'gifts' when it returns from flight. )）
（( Teru is free to come and go as he wishes. I rarely restrict my barn owl from leaving the wooden roost box i've made for it, unless he was injured or so. I trust him to return back eventually. )）
...
（( With that said, back to the point.. apologies, )）
（( Teru can bring back various different things. Though the most notable item i've observed him bring the most during those occasional instances... is bux. )）
（( Although I am not complaining, sometimes I ponder... where did he picked this up from? I never taught my avian companion to pick up bux. )）
...
（( Hm. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
Rp Interactions allowed!
╭────────── 𖥸
（( ... )）
For a moment, Katana just didn't answer. At all.
The only notable motion on him was the barn owl, getting all comfy again, before it began grooming for loose feathers within its underwing.
（( ... )）
Katana squinted his upper eyelid.
（( Why am I looking at you like that? )）
He repeated. Subtly adjusting his sitting position.
（( How long do you plan to not say a word? )）
Katana's voice became quieter.
...
Once again, there were exactly two ways to interpret what was he doing.
...The latter option was likely making him nervous again. If it is exactly what he suspected.
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Note from admin:
• Katana not going easy on bro.. the mental gymnastics kinda crazy /j
• We are ROLEPLAYING so hard.. the thread got so long I start lagging when I open it in my reblog screen.. crine. We are LOCKED IN.
“ eeeeeeeeee … ”
a long, drawn-out squeal escaped shuriken's lips, and he felt his heart drop as katana's words hung in the air.
‘ how long do you plan to stay silent? ’
panic washed over him, and he almost shrank back, wishing he could disappear.
‘ phuuuuuuuuuuuuck, i’m so dead… ’ shuriken thought, desperately trying to keep his face neutral while locking eyes with katana. even as he was sweating bullets, however, the mounting panic of the weight of his double-life was starting to fray at the edges.
this was no ordinary tea time chat; it felt like a scene from a suspenseful thriller, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was precisely why they rarely spent time together.
screw this! he's losing his grip!
“ say a word about what !? ”
he barked out louder than intended, letting the silence after sit for 5 more seconds before he drinks more of his matcha nervously.
╭────────── 𖥸
（( Do not spin it in another way. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
“ … spin it … how …? ”
‘ he knows. know i'm sure he knows. '
╭────────── 𖥸
（( It is risky to continue this, Shuriken. )）
（( I am in no way shaming you for it. It is noble to take on a responsibility that most would dare not to. )）
（( ..However, you still have decades ahead of you. A warm bed to return to, and companions to rely your head on. )）
（( And what if one day... one, wrong, move were to be made? )）
（( What then. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
TW :: suicide ideation
“ … what if i don't care? ”
“ what if this is my calling, and i'm willing to die for it ? ”
“ what if I don't care if i — ”
“ … ”
WARNING: Topic discussing s##cide ideation [!!!]
╭────────── 𖥸
（( Then you have lost your mind. )）
Katana's eye briefly widened for a moment— before it turned sharper.
His tone was even more firmer. And yet it did not rise any higher.
Yelling will do no good here.
（( You are no longer under the watchful eye of the Shogun. Unlike myself, you are not bound by a code. )）
He doesn't understand.
Shuriken had freedom that many would wish to grasp their hands on.
And yet..
（( Shuriken. Priotizing your own well-being and close ones is important above all else.. you would rather perish for a Inphernal you barely knew and leave your siblings grieving the aftermath? )）
He wish he could change the topic. He hadn't anticapated a answer so selfless— he felt like he HAD to emphasize the flaws in Shuriken's ideation.
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Note from Admin:
• Are we.. cooking with this roleplay?......
TW :: suicide ideation
“ but i — ”
shuriken's lips curled into a scowl as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. he struggled to hold himself together.
in a desperate attempt to mask his sobs, he focused intently on his surroundings, lost in quiet contemplation.
his thumb traced the rim of the cup he clutched, a small gesture that felt like an anchor amid the storm within. his gaze flickered to the drink inside—an unsettling shade of sickly green that twisted his stomach and left his throat parched.
with a dry cough, he forced a smirk, desperate to conceal the vulnerability that hung in the air.
“ i mean … as long as i fulfil my destiny. ”
he continued his next words with more sharpness than he intended.
“ you're always talking about it. ”
"You look like shit, Mr. Warden..."
just try not to agitate this guy, shuriken. you might get your ass in hot water if you do.
(( @kumonohoshi ))
“I’m hungover. Oph course I look like shit. What do you want from me?”
“Also Rocket just blew up my PHUCKING mailbox so that’s really nice.”
“ ey, i'm not looking for trouble, man ! ”
he says that as if he isn't right here, unmasked on purpose just to check on the warden for fun.
‘ for fun ’ , he thinks, his eyebrows furrowing as he rummaged through his bag for a bottle of water, ‘ yeah until this guy is hungover and lashing out at everyone … not fun. ’
“ sooooooo what's up with the pity party ? ”
he held out a plastic water bottle, eyes bright as he ensured to tread on careful ground with the warden.
*He snatched the bottle out of Shuriken’s hand, drinking its contents and shaking his head*
“Phor starters, Rocket got into a phight with me after I accidentally broke Swords arm in a sparring session gone wrong, even though i APOLOGIZED. Cus I didn’t MEAN to, honestly. He BIT me on the arm and shot a bunch of rockets at me, so I sent him through a building. And then I got lectured by Zuka phor going rough on him, but I was acting in selph dephense!”
“I just can’t seem to stay outta trouble. So much phor being a good Warden…”
as much as shuriken would love to make fun of the warden and tell him ‘ sucks to suck ! ’, he too, was capable of recognizing when times were not bright. his chest still couldn't help but wither, it's plain uncomfortable hearing the warden say something so negative—he'd dare to claim it as out of character.
“ oooookayyyyy … so you lost a phight someone else started ? "
his gaze dragged over the warden as he tapped his foot on the floor. he hadn't talked to the others in a bit, but it wasn't out of character for rocket to act like this. either way, his heart went out for the guy, the man was clearly doing his best.
he sighed, his hand fiddling with his scarf. what does one even say to someone who's … like banhammer ?
“ that sounds rough … sorry, i guess ?? is there anything i can realistically do to help you ? ”
phuck. phuck. phuck. shuriken, what the heck!? you'll get in trouble!!
“Not really. And phor the record, I WON that phight. Pretty sure I cracked his ribs when I sent him across the city with my Phinisher. But given I was hungover when he phought me, it just made me pheel worse than I already was.”
“…Honestly, I was just gonna go and get some lunch to distract myselph…”
*Maybe Shuriken could offer to come?*
free lunch? how could he not turn down the warden for a free lunch? free!!
he coughed, playing off the desire for free lunch as his smile softened, approaching the bigger inphernal with caution in every step. a master in his craft must remain ever so elusive, after all!
“ i cooooould go … if ooonly you tell me more about silver shadow ! he sounds cool as hell ! "
yep. there he goes. there he phucking goes, searching for validation of his viligantism through his alter ego. he's aware that banhammer knows the name of this elusive robin-hood-like figure, but not the inphernal masked behind it.
the thought alone was enough for shuriken's heartrate to speed up. he prays that banhammer doesn't probe too much …
“…The Silver Shadow? Eh, I mean…they’re a thieph! Even iph they claim to be noble, they still break the law! I’ve still been trying to chase them down for ages now…”
*Banhammer didn’t seem to have much to say about the subject . Didn’t feel like talking about work related stuff while trying to stop the area from spinning like a top*
oooh, that's a truck to shuriken's ego.
‘ next time, i'll taunt that guy for shits and giggles. ' he thought.
for now, he's holding out his hand to banhammer with a tenative smile, waiting for the guy to take it.
for now, silver shadow is going to be on break!
“ well then, let's go to somewhere yeah ? ”
his instinct to care flared as he noticed the warden struggling with balance. he rolled his eyes.
“ you could've gone without drinking, you know … it'll be a problem for your health. ”
“…It was one night. I think I’ll be phine. Plus, iph Momma catches me slacking ophph again, she’ll kick my ass…”
*The Warden takes Shuriken’s hand, letting them lead him to whereever they were heading for lunch. Honestly he’d take anything right now. He’s STARVING.*
he's allowing him to take the lead? that's really surprising coming from the warden.
his actions alone were raising alarm bells in his mind. the warden definitely needed a break, especially from any further antics.
shuriken's grip on banhammer's hand loosened; his nervous smile relaxed for a brief moment before he let out a small laugh.
“ so what do you want ? something easy to eat or … ”
and what better way to relax than to go to —
nah, he's not going to thieves' rest. that's his workplace.
“ i - listen, i haven't really hung out with you before so i'm … pretty nervous. ”
“Whatever’s easiest…I don’t really mind…I just wanna eat something that won’t make me hurl 15 minutes later…”
*He seemed kind of out of it and almost uncharacteristically chill. Maybe he should get hungover more often if he’s this docile.*
*He’s also periodically rubbing his head with his palm, probably trying to soothe the splitting headache he was experiencing.*
“ ooookay, i'll need to find a restaurant that serves some toast or bananas, we'll need to get you hydrated. ”
' pray to every deity that he won't wanna maul me halfway through lunch … '
strangely enough, he found this side of banhammer fairly endearing. if that guy wasn't such a dick all the time, he'd certainly befriend him.
oh, and if he'd stop calling him a mosquito too.
“…”
*He was pretty quiet. Probably because his head hurt too much to really say much of anything*
“ does your head still hurt ? ”
shuriken asked the warden as he led him to a pretty cozy restaurant that wasn't his place of work! thankfully, he's currently off the clock…
he pre-ordered some toast before checking his wallet. he's got a decent amount of cash, but he can't exactly spend it all. shuriken scowled before tying his hair back.
“ alright, just sit tight, man. i'll help you the best i can. ”
shuriken smiled.
“…Yeah…and thanks…you’re not as annoying as I assumed you were…”
*Banhammer laid back in his chair, folding his hands together and tapping his foot*
shuriken would usually brush off the compliment, playing it off as something he did out of pity for the warden and teasing him. however, shuriken's considerate nature would lead him to be vulnerable with the warden.
and he sighed.
“ i mean … i get why i'm annoying, honestly … i … ”
he let out a quiet sniffle, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. with a slight cough, he masked the wavering edge in his voice, desperately fighting to regain his composure.
“ it doesn't get to me ! ”
*Banhammer senses the sadness/crying tone in Shuriken’s voice and just tilted his head in confusion. Sure didn’t sound like it wasn’t getting to them.*
“You sure about that…? It sounds like you’re about to cry.”
“ nuh-uh. ”
what a lie he spat out.
(( hiiii i was celebrating my bdayy!!! ))
⌞『 `𒀹 』⌝
" For Broken Honor And Retribution. "
╭────────── 𖥸
（( My companion sometimes brings back small 'gifts' when it returns from flight. )）
（( Teru is free to come and go as he wishes. I rarely restrict my barn owl from leaving the wooden roost box i've made for it, unless he was injured or so. I trust him to return back eventually. )）
...
（( With that said, back to the point.. apologies, )）
（( Teru can bring back various different things. Though the most notable item i've observed him bring the most during those occasional instances... is bux. )）
（( Although I am not complaining, sometimes I ponder... where did he picked this up from? I never taught my avian companion to pick up bux. )）
...
（( Hm. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
Rp Interactions allowed!
╭────────── 𖥸
（( ... )）
For a moment, Katana just didn't answer. At all.
The only notable motion on him was the barn owl, getting all comfy again, before it began grooming for loose feathers within its underwing.
（( ... )）
Katana squinted his upper eyelid.
（( Why am I looking at you like that? )）
He repeated. Subtly adjusting his sitting position.
（( How long do you plan to not say a word? )）
Katana's voice became quieter.
...
Once again, there were exactly two ways to interpret what was he doing.
...The latter option was likely making him nervous again. If it is exactly what he suspected.
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Note from admin:
• Katana not going easy on bro.. the mental gymnastics kinda crazy /j
• We are ROLEPLAYING so hard.. the thread got so long I start lagging when I open it in my reblog screen.. crine. We are LOCKED IN.
“ eeeeeeeeee … ”
a long, drawn-out squeal escaped shuriken's lips, and he felt his heart drop as katana's words hung in the air.
‘ how long do you plan to stay silent? ’
panic washed over him, and he almost shrank back, wishing he could disappear.
‘ phuuuuuuuuuuuuck, i’m so dead… ’ shuriken thought, desperately trying to keep his face neutral while locking eyes with katana. even as he was sweating bullets, however, the mounting panic of the weight of his double-life was starting to fray at the edges.
this was no ordinary tea time chat; it felt like a scene from a suspenseful thriller, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was precisely why they rarely spent time together.
screw this! he's losing his grip!
“ say a word about what !? ”
he barked out louder than intended, letting the silence after sit for 5 more seconds before he drinks more of his matcha nervously.
╭────────── 𖥸
（( Do not spin it in another way. )）
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“ … spin it … how …? ”
‘ he knows. know i'm sure he knows. '
╭────────── 𖥸
（( It is risky to continue this, Shuriken. )）
（( I am in no way shaming you for it. It is noble to take on a responsibility that most would dare not to. )）
（( ..However, you still have decades ahead of you. A warm bed to return to, and companions to rely your head on. )）
（( And what if one day... one, wrong, move were to be made? )）
（( What then. )）
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TW :: suicide ideation
“ … what if i don't care? ”
“ what if this is my calling, and i'm willing to die for it ? ”
“ what if I don't care if i — ”
“ … ”
⌞『 `𒀹 』⌝
" For Broken Honor And Retribution. "
╭────────── 𖥸
（( My companion sometimes brings back small 'gifts' when it returns from flight. )）
（( Teru is free to come and go as he wishes. I rarely restrict my barn owl from leaving the wooden roost box i've made for it, unless he was injured or so. I trust him to return back eventually. )）
...
（( With that said, back to the point.. apologies, )）
（( Teru can bring back various different things. Though the most notable item i've observed him bring the most during those occasional instances... is bux. )）
（( Although I am not complaining, sometimes I ponder... where did he picked this up from? I never taught my avian companion to pick up bux. )）
...
（( Hm. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
Rp Interactions allowed!
╭────────── 𖥸
（( ... )）
For a moment, Katana just didn't answer. At all.
The only notable motion on him was the barn owl, getting all comfy again, before it began grooming for loose feathers within its underwing.
（( ... )）
Katana squinted his upper eyelid.
（( Why am I looking at you like that? )）
He repeated. Subtly adjusting his sitting position.
（( How long do you plan to not say a word? )）
Katana's voice became quieter.
...
Once again, there were exactly two ways to interpret what was he doing.
...The latter option was likely making him nervous again. If it is exactly what he suspected.
☕︎ ──────────╯
Note from admin:
• Katana not going easy on bro.. the mental gymnastics kinda crazy /j
• We are ROLEPLAYING so hard.. the thread got so long I start lagging when I open it in my reblog screen.. crine. We are LOCKED IN.
“ eeeeeeeeee … ”
a long, drawn-out squeal escaped shuriken's lips, and he felt his heart drop as katana's words hung in the air.
‘ how long do you plan to stay silent? ’
panic washed over him, and he almost shrank back, wishing he could disappear.
‘ phuuuuuuuuuuuuck, i’m so dead… ’ shuriken thought, desperately trying to keep his face neutral while locking eyes with katana. even as he was sweating bullets, however, the mounting panic of the weight of his double-life was starting to fray at the edges.
this was no ordinary tea time chat; it felt like a scene from a suspenseful thriller, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was precisely why they rarely spent time together.
screw this! he's losing his grip!
“ say a word about what !? ”
he barked out louder than intended, letting the silence after sit for 5 more seconds before he drinks more of his matcha nervously.
╭────────── 𖥸
（( Do not spin it in another way. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
“ … spin it … how …? ”
‘ he knows. know i'm sure he knows. '
⌞『 `𒀹 』⌝
" For Broken Honor And Retribution. "
╭────────── 𖥸
（( My companion sometimes brings back small 'gifts' when it returns from flight. )）
（( Teru is free to come and go as he wishes. I rarely restrict my barn owl from leaving the wooden roost box i've made for it, unless he was injured or so. I trust him to return back eventually. )）
...
（( With that said, back to the point.. apologies, )）
（( Teru can bring back various different things. Though the most notable item i've observed him bring the most during those occasional instances... is bux. )）
（( Although I am not complaining, sometimes I ponder... where did he picked this up from? I never taught my avian companion to pick up bux. )）
...
（( Hm. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
Rp Interactions allowed!
╭────────── 𖥸
（( ... )）
For a moment, Katana just didn't answer. At all.
The only notable motion on him was the barn owl, getting all comfy again, before it began grooming for loose feathers within its underwing.
（( ... )）
Katana squinted his upper eyelid.
（( Why am I looking at you like that? )）
He repeated. Subtly adjusting his sitting position.
（( How long do you plan to not say a word? )）
Katana's voice became quieter.
...
Once again, there were exactly two ways to interpret what was he doing.
...The latter option was likely making him nervous again. If it is exactly what he suspected.
☕︎ ──────────╯
Note from admin:
• Katana not going easy on bro.. the mental gymnastics kinda crazy /j
• We are ROLEPLAYING so hard.. the thread got so long I start lagging when I open it in my reblog screen.. crine. We are LOCKED IN.
“ eeeeeeeeee … ”
a long, drawn-out squeal escaped shuriken's lips, and he felt his heart drop as katana's words hung in the air.
‘ how long do you plan to stay silent? ’
panic washed over him, and he almost shrank back, wishing he could disappear.
‘ phuuuuuuuuuuuuck, i’m so dead… ’ shuriken thought, desperately trying to keep his face neutral while locking eyes with katana. even as he was sweating bullets, however, the mounting panic of the weight of his double-life was starting to fray at the edges.
this was no ordinary tea time chat; it felt like a scene from a suspenseful thriller, and he couldn’t help but wonder if this was precisely why they rarely spent time together.
screw this! he's losing his grip!
“ say a word about what !? ”
he barked out louder than intended, letting the silence after sit for 5 more seconds before he drinks more of his matcha nervously.
⌞『 `𒀹 』⌝
" For Broken Honor And Retribution. "
╭────────── 𖥸
（( My companion sometimes brings back small 'gifts' when it returns from flight. )）
（( Teru is free to come and go as he wishes. I rarely restrict my barn owl from leaving the wooden roost box i've made for it, unless he was injured or so. I trust him to return back eventually. )）
...
（( With that said, back to the point.. apologies, )）
（( Teru can bring back various different things. Though the most notable item i've observed him bring the most during those occasional instances... is bux. )）
（( Although I am not complaining, sometimes I ponder... where did he picked this up from? I never taught my avian companion to pick up bux. )）
...
（( Hm. )）
☕︎ ──────────╯
Rp Interactions allowed!
“ holy shit ! katana ?? "
mask off. make sure he doesn't notice.
he rushed over to katana, completely ignoring the owl currently holding a talon full of bux. who cares about thievery right now when his neighbor was finally out of his home!
“ heyy ! it's really you! "
he ran up to hug katana, but before he could hug the guy, he froze up completely before backing away and giggling, voicr quieter than before as he rubbed the back of his neck. it was then, in that moment, that he noticed the bird.
“ … sorry ! i forgot you don't do the whole … hugging thing without permission. oh, sick bird by the way ! ”
CROSSROADS
Current location: Layer 2 — Apartment
Time: 5:10 PM
Note from Admin: YESSS ive summoned the Thieves Den Peopleejrnskw... also yes, you are allowed to reblog! and I just woke up.. that's the only reason why I didn't respond instanously... (im obsessed with roleplaying dont be shy)
╭────────── 𖥸
（( Hm? )）
Katana and his avian companion, Teru turned to look at Shuriken in a uncanny sync. The lone ring of gold on Katana's red upper bull horns glinted faintly in the dim light of the sunset.
（( Ah. It's you. )）
SCREE!
（( He is greeting you aswell. )）
Katana didn't flinch whatsoever when Shuriken almost wrapped his arms around to hug him. At that, he only merely cocked his head to the side.. with Teru following the same motion as it's life-long companion.
（( It is fine. You didn't mean to. )）
Katana adjusted his body so that he would be facing in Shuriken's direction properly. There was a faint tiny 'clink!' when he turned around.
（( Good evening, Shuriken. With how quick you were to run up to me, Im assuming there is something to be asked of me? )）
Katana kept his head tilted, as he formally greets Shuriken this time.. full attention is on Shuriken now. Evidently so, with the way his eye is staring dead-on at the former Darkage Ninja.
...
Teru adjusted it's grip on the bundle of bux it managed to get its claws on from earlier. The barn owl slowly scooted downwards, just abit from Katana's shoulder.. as if trying to meet Shuriken at eye-level.
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Notes:
• Katana seems to be relaxed, and remained undisturbed by the fact that Shuriken was this close to hugging him.
• Teru is curious. (but guarding the bux it snagged very closely to its talons)
shuriken's grin grew as katana's gaze was fixed on him. that owl was certainly katana's; he's sure of it! How cool it was for his friend to have such a beautiful bird by his side.
the young inphernal reached out a hand, curious about the presence of a bird with his samurai friend. however, just as quickly as he extended his fingers, the Inphernal hesitated, retracting his hand and slipping it back into the safety of his pockets.
“ oh, i wasn't … asking you of anything ! ”
shit he had no plan, did he?
his eyes darted briefly to the side, a hint of distraction flickering across his face, before settling back on the owl perched before him. to steady his racing thoughts, he focused on the creature’s magnificent wings, reaching out to touch their soft feathers.
“ this fluffy bird's name is teru ? sounds cool … ”
╭────────── 𖥸
（( Careful. )）
Katana's eye seems to briefly widen when Shuriken reached out to try to touch the barn owl's wings—
SCREEE!
—Katana reached out with his free hand to halt Shuriken's hand, gripping his wrist in a firm but characteristically gentle manner.
（( ... You can't touch a owl's wings. Or back. )）
He quickly tried to give a small lesson on bird-handling to Shuriken, before they'll move on.
（( Trying to touch them in those areas... stimulate a certain stress response. Those areas are not touched by anything but their partner. )）
He hoped.. Shuriken got what he was trying to say.
Teru flapped his wings briefly... and held them out in a sprawled motion. As if the avian was shocked itself.
（( ... )）
Katana slowly lets go of Shuriken's wrist, before using the same hand to gently scritch the top of Teru's head.
...
The avian slowly brought his wings down.
（( The head however, is a safe spot to touch. No room for misinterpretations.. and avian confusion. )）
Katana quickly added. While he was talking, he slowly pried the bux from his companion's talons, just incase it wished to hop onto Shuriken's shoulder.
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shuriken nearly jerked his hand away from katana before he registered the gentleness in katana's firm grip.
he blinked twice as katana softly scratched the owl on its head—the same hand that had almost startled shuriken.
“ okay ... the head …”
he completely understood why the owl might be feeling nervous. after all, if someone were to unexpectedly reach out and touch his chest—or any other part of him—he would get uncomfortable, too.
it’s all about that element of surprise, isn’t it? as a master of his craft, of course, he would know.
shuriken nodded.
“ yeah … i got it ! ”
he smiled, brighter than the sun. his hand then reached out to the owl's head, with his voice just as soft as katana's handling of the bird.
“ i just wanted to talk to you, i've been … bored. "
simply put, he missed talking to someone he considered a mentor, maybe even a father.
╭────────── 𖥸
（( ... )）
Katana tilts his head to the other side, pocketing the bux he picked up from his avian. This time, Teru did not mimic the same motion.
SCREE!
Teru like Katana expected, hopped onto Shuriken's wrist first, before scooting side-to-side trying to get up to his shoulder—
—OW- OW– THE BIRD MEANS WELL BUT THE TALONS ARE SHARP AND TIGHT!
（( I see. )）
Katana commented simply. He uncorked his head, and blinked slowly. The middle-ranked samurai did not bat an eye at his companion clambering up the young Inphernal's shoulder.
（( And your siblings? )）
（( ... Normally I would see you accompanied by the other two. )）
Katana seems a tadbit puzzled why Shuriken wasn't with them.
（( ... )）
Katana slowly squinted his eye.
SCREE!
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Notes:
• Katana is suspectin that Shuriken is feeling particularly clingy this evening.
Notes from Admin:
• Katana sees everything /j
• Let me steal that hc rq.. /silly
• Also just a tiny funfact.. it was mentioned in the other post that Teru is occasionally sent over to the Thieves' Den trio's room to deliver mail written by Katana.. its not necessary considering how close they are to eachother, but Katana wants to keep his barn owl stimulated and happy.. so he still makes it do its intended job on a occasion (he's a good dad whether he realizes or not)
“ gwah ! !”
shuriken yelped, instinctively freezing in place as the barn owl perched on his shoulder dug its talons into his flesh. damn, those talons hurt like tiny knives on his shoulder!
“and what about your siblings?”
the question landed softly, full of the warmth and understanding reminiscent of a father speaking to his son. it caused shuriken to halt, his heart racing.
the barn owl nibbled at its wing, completely unfazed, while shuriken straightened his back against the railing, flinching as the owl screeched dangerously close to his ear.
“ uh … w-well… um … ”
he released a breath that came out as more of a hurried laugh than the disgruntled sigh he intended.
the truth was, he’d rather die than confess how clingy he felt toward anyone. the thought of burdening them gnawed at him.
but the loneliness weighed heavier without his siblings by his side.
“ ahem ! i-i was … erm … training ! for something … for lunch rush … at thieves' rest, totally ! haha ! ”
shuriken scrambled for an excuse, desperate to clear away the thick, awkward tension but avoided meeting katana's gaze, his cheeks burning bright with embarrassment.
╭────────── 𖥸
（( ... )）
Katana's "expression" did not change in the slightest.
He already can see through him, can't he?
...
As if to add to Shuriken's embarrasment, Teru also slowly turned corked its head to look at him. Like he was judging him as much as it's master.
（( ... Right. )）
Said the middle-ranked samurai, with the most unconvinced tone Shuriken has heard out of him in awhile.
（( ... If you are trying to hide from your siblings, you might aswell do it efficiently. )）
Huh?-
Oh! He's already moving- back inside.
（( ... )）
He did not looked back over his shoulder to Shuriken, as he ducked down the doorway he came from.
SCREE!
Almost as if Teru is trying to snap Shuriken out of it, it screeched just as Katana got inside.
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Notes from Admin:
• Translation: Get yo BUTT inside here boy. /j
• Wdym, Shuriken is SO subtleee.. I definitely couldn't tell at all!!!
“ wha- heyy !! ”
shuriken trailed behind katana as they both entered the apartment, a mix of nerves and determination bubbling inside him. he fumbled for excuses, each one more desperate than the last, hoping to find something that would ease the tension crackling between them.
“ i'm not ‘hiding’ why on earth would i be hiding from them ? ”
gradually, the tightness in his muscles began to ease, as if the weight of the world was being lifted from his shoulders.
katana's house welcomed him with unexpected warmth, a cosy retreat that felt like a comforting embrace. The air was infused with a delightful scent of maple, wrapping around him like a soft blanket.
he took a deep breath, savouring the sweet, autumnal aroma that filled the room. Instantly, a sense of calm washed over him—it was the perfect atmosphere he needed to quiet his racing thoughts.
“ i just needed a change of space, y'know ? you get me, right ? ”
shuriken's weak attempts at excuses had become almost comical. his sheepish grin and playful demeanour revealed his true feelings, almost shouting, “ i want to be by your side because I’ve missed you so much. ”
╭────────── 𖥸
（( I understand. )）
Katana did not look over his shoulder just yet, as he moved with grace for a Inphernal his size. He moved ahead of Shuriken.
...
（( It can get somewhat overwhelming, hm? )）
SCREE!
Teru briefly flapped his wings to instead position himself on Shuriken's head— ow-
（( I'll be brewing some tea. Do you have a preference for a flavor? )）
From the small kitchen, Katana was easily visible. He finally looked over his shoulder at Shuriken (and Teru).. holding a quite detailed ceramic teapot.
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Notes from Admin:
• Katana isn't even aware that he's a great figure to be around with...
“ teru … ”
shuriken let out a soft whine as teru perched atop his head. the owl exuded an air of calm, but those sharp talons were dangerously close to making a mess of his hairline.
shuriken's gaze remained intense, fixated on the delicate ceramic teacup that katana cradled in the kitchen. His ears perked up, tingling with anticipation for the soothing ritual of tea time with katana.
“ do you still have some matcha ? if not, i can take some water. ”
shuriken found his perfect perch, settling on the nearby table with effortless grace. he crouched there, knees tucked to his chest, looking a bit awkward but completely at ease, much like the little bird perched atop his head.
his smile radiated an infectious, giddy excitement, reflecting the joy he felt at the thought of spending time with katana.
there was a spark in his eyes that betrayed his mask of nonchalance.
╭────────── 𖥸
（( I do have some left. )）
Katana reaffirmed, as he hunched down momentarily. The sounds of lower cabinet doors openings..
Once he stood back up, he was now holding the necessary equipment to prepare the matcha. He set aside the ceramic teapot.
（( ... )）
For a moment, when everything was on the counter he simply.. stood there for 3 minutes.
Another slow blink.
（( ... )）
Before he got to work.
While waiting for the water to be lukewarm to prepare the matcha properly in a chawan bowl, he began to talk to Shuriken.
Which the young Inphernal likely didn't expect, as Katana wasn't much of a talker. It seems that he is in a good mood.
（( Your siblings.. they are doing just fine, I take? )）
（( I haven't seen them this day. And for once, you're sister's vines did not intrude upon my meditating area. )）
!!~
Teru seems to be comfortable within his new perch. The talons are still tightly gripping and sharp though-
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' katana seems unusually chatty today, ' shuriken thought, an eyebrow raised as he observed the middle-ranked samurai. a glimmer of surprise danced in his eyes, intrigued by the warmth radiating from his companion.
‘ either way, ’ he tilted his head with a playful smile, now perched comfortably on the table, ‘ i like it. means i get to spend more time chatting with someone. ’
with a soft giggle, he spoke up.
“ it seems everyone’s busy with the café. I am too, but I always find myself with plenty of free time afterwards. ”
“ i'm really glad your meditation hasn’t been interrupted in a while, katana. ”
shuriken said, a hint of admiration in his voice before he continued, yawning.
“ I wish I could grab some of that kind of sleep every now and then … ”
╭────────── 𖥸
（( What is stopping you from doing so? )）
...
Hey when did it got so chilly—
（( I've noticed something, each time we've interacted. )）
Katana slowly turned his head.
（( You're never fully awake. The only times that you seem to be fully aware of what is happening, is when I rattle you enough to focus. )）
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Notes from Admin:
• It okay!!
• " You wanna tell something to the class? " ah ah Katana...
• What didn't change for my version of Katana that he IS aware of 'Silver Shadow'.. but I also think it would make sense that Shuriken never had admitted to being that 'other guy'. So Katana here is testing him...
suddenly, the air grew cold, as if the very atmosphere recognised the weight of the words about to be spoken.
' you’re never fully awake. '
a statement as sharp and clear as a blade.
shuriken felt his heart race at the declaration. it wasn’t a question or a mere suggestion; it was a bold proclamation, an unwavering truth that echoed in his mind.
and perhaps it was the truth.
as the silver shadow, shuriken was the enigmatic vigilante, the cool figure cloaked in mystery, who swooped in to help those in peril.
he was at the height of his power, living out his purpose with unwavering resolve.
but if anyone were to uncover the reality lurking beneath his heroic facade, it could unleash chaos.
let alone katana…
“ ha ha…! i suppose i’ve been having more nightmares than usual, huh ? ”
he threw out the half-hearted jest, trying to sound tough.
“ funny how that works, yeah, yeah ? ”
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（( ... )）
He's still looking at him. Even as he slowly took the luke-warm water to add onto the matcha powder that he has set in the chawan.
（( That is not normal. Having nightmares every night. )）
Katana slowly started whisking the matcha.. but his eye remained on Shuriken.
This must be how his enemies felt like.
（( ... )）
Katana always provides this certain distinct atmosphere he provides when he is in a room.
Most times, it isn't evident. When he isn't keeping his guard up, he remains a formidable but stable, gentle guarding presence.
Though when he does chose to exert pressure?
（( ... )）
It felt like something, alright.
It felt like something akin to a large apex thieves' den predator, moments before it lunges—
（( Shuriken. )）
—He called out, with a firmer tone.
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Notes from Admin:
• ALAN. WE ARE SO FUCKED.
oh god.
the pressure hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating and overwhelming.
shuriken had faced this feeling before—staring down formidable foes on the precipice of life and death as the elusive silver shadow.
with effort, he pushed himself off the table, his gaze locked onto katana, who was expertly whisking the matcha in the chawan, each movement fluid and precise.
“ YES SIR !? ”
In an instant, shuriken sprang to attention, his feet firmly planted together as he erupted with a panicked shout, his voice slicing through the tension like a blade.
“ wh- what is it !? ”
a tightness gripped his chest, each breath a laborious struggle as he fought to draw air into his lungs.
' did I somehow piss him off ? ' panic surged through his thoughts, a frantic torrent of possibilities. every decision he had made felt justified, so why was this unease creeping in?
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SKREE!
The avian still sitting on top of his head, squawked with the sudden burst of volume— the tiny flaps of panic reminding Shuriken of what was still sitting on his head.
（( ... )）
Katana's hand halted entirely.
（( ... )）
He tilted his head upwards, his eye never changing it's directive.
（( ... )）
before—
（( You are not taking care of yourself properly. )）
...
Flap! flap!
...
–w.. huh?
（( Let me remind you, how very important sleep is. )）
wha-
（( Sleep clears cellular debris from the brain, cements memories, and powers learning, problem-solving, and emotional regulation. Missing out can lead to brain fog, poor judgment, and increased impulsivity. )）
...
（( You, are not being efficient enough. )）
...
While Shuriken was trying to process the immediate abrupt change of atmosphere, Katana was already infront of the small table he chose to sit by. Holding the finished matcha drink.
（( One day, it will cause you greatly. )）
Katana still has that look in that eye. One that Shuriken admittedly, initially thought was anger..
But now? He's not so sure. Was it just fierce concern?
（( ... )）
Or.. did... he kn—
SKREEE!
—OW!- ow-
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“ … huh. ”
shuriken was caught off guard. among the multitude of scenarios swirling in his mind, he never imagined that katana would suddenly veer into an impassioned monologue about self-care.
with a mix of caution and curiosity, shuriken approached the small table and settled down in a seiza position. at the same time, a familiar nervous habit took hold, with his hand now reaching for his arm as he scratched.
just then, teru burst into a flurry of flapping wings, jolting him from his thoughts.
“ got it … ”
he murmured, barely able to focus as he processed katana’s unexpected firm scolding.
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（( ... )）
Katana slowly sat down on a pillow, across from Shuriken. There was a small 'thud! ' when he did, despite the soft padding.
SKREE!
Due to his little comfy spot was disturbed, Teru flapped upwards and rejoined his companion's shoulders. The small, tiny knives sensation the barn owl's claws provided slowly diminished. Just as when Shuriken slowly gained his bearings too.
（( I take neither of them know about the "nightmares" aswell? )）
Katana asked slowly, giving him the finished matcha tea. He reached out to scritch his bird once again.
It still feels like.. he knows something about him. Even at face value, his words could be intepreted as a older Inphernal simply being concerned for a young'un.
That stare-down he gave-
...
-Its gonna be engraved in the back of his mind, alright.
The only time Katana had felt that intense to be around was when the Trio was still learning about their new neighbour. But even so, the pressure this time, seemed to have been intentional unlike that instance.
（( ... )）
Did he knew?
He's still keeping his direct eye contact on Shuriken.
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Note from Admin:
• Took abit because I thought I sent my reblog.. but I forgot I had my option set to 'save draft' 🥀
• Im getting sort of self concious about my writing again.. rhrjwksm..
• I WILL take abit to reply as I need to go take a shower.. 30 mins - 1 hour, give or take.. (by the time this was sent out)
“ i didn't tell them about it. ”
shuriken grasped the vibrant green matcha drink that katana had prepared for him, his hands trembling slightly as he held it. his eyes were locked onto the cup, the rich color shimmering in the light, while a dry throat only amplified his unease.
' — dear god, that stare. ' a shiver coursed down his spine. the intensity of katana’s gaze was something he knew he would never shake off.
does he know? the question gnawed at him, a blend of dread and curiosity. the air between them felt electric, heavy with unspoken truths, and shuriken wrestled with his urge to confess while desperately wanting to keep the secret close.
summoning his courage, he took a deep gulp of the matcha, exhaling dramatically as if trying to expel both the beverage's warmth and the rising tide of anxiety within him.
“ … katana. ”
he locks eyes with katana, a piercing gaze that radiates the unwavering resolve of a shadow poised to strike.
“ why're you looking at me like that ? ”
