Cursed Womb: Death Painting

"Ah- home." That was a new and pleasant feeling that he wasn't entirely used to. It made something warm stir in his chest. Then his stomach growled, breaking his stunned silence.

Moving inside, the tantalizing aroma of home-cooked food hit his senses. Mouth instantly watering from how good it smelled. Mind instantly bringing up those memories that had played in his mind just as he was realizing that Yuuji was his blood brother. Memories that they can actually make together now. Even if his other brothers were missing. They would forever be missing, but he didn't hold that against Yuuji. He never did.

"Dinner sounds and smells amazing." His eyes finally catch sight of the mountain of prepared food. Widening in awe. "Looks like it, too. My little brother must be a skilled cook to prepare so much. I can't wait to try everything."

#vaspathos #vaspathos 02

copytechnique

"I didn't pick these on purpose. Haven't you noticed what's going on in the city?"

He takes a handful of the flowers, crushing the petals underhand as he yanked them free. It didn't really hurt, but the spot tingled like it might grow back.

When Choso opened with such a blunt question, Yuuta's expression was owlishly surprised for a moment.

"Oh, you're still hung up on that? I thought I apologized already. I couldn't risk you trying to attack me when I was already balancing with saving Itadori."

#copytechnique #isola event: crocus among us

"I have noticed the flowers everywhere, but none have shown on me, so they aren't as much of a concern."

His gaze lingers on the crushed pieces falling to the ground. Even if they began to grow on him, it wasn't like they posed much of a threat.

"Not hung up- just curious as to why it was so forceful. It felt much more personal than making sure I wouldn't attack you. Though I understand the purpose, I would have tried to kill you, considering the state Yuuji was in. I thought about it multiple times while waiting for him to wake up."

copytechnique

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Guess who currently looks like he's wearing a ruff of flowers and is definitely avoiding the apartment right now.

#isola event: crocus among us #copytechnique

"The flowers are... a choice."

It was not the original reason that Choso had approached to speak with Yuta, but they were quickly becoming a distraction. His neutral expression was unmoving as he looked the other over.

"Ah- but that was not why I came over. I came to talk to you about you backhanding me when you had to kill my younger brother."

Big brother incoming Yuuji!

#vaspathos

raijinblessed

@supernova-aniki

" The rules of this new game involve retrieving your innate abilities from a group of magic users known as The Stars, " Kashimo speaks up, the wooden staff slowly tapping against the ground.

" But there is no consistent pattern for how your power returns. I've seen all matter of warrior in this city. I've come across useless idiots as well.

So, what will you offer for me today: something useful, or something pointless? I'm raring to figure if defeating others in combat will reward me. "

#raijinblessed #raijinblessed 01

Picking a fight to try to get powers back... seems lucrative. He hadn't put much thought into gaining back his blood manipulation, but it would be useful in the long run.

"Alright. But battling to the death holds no purpose. Take that as you will. I don't mind if you kill me, but that will bring you consequences later when I come knocking on your door again."

He tilts his head. His hair spikes do not budge an inch with the movement.

"Maybe you gain powers back if you get killed. Instead of defeating someone else. You should try that way, too."

That security was...nice.

Of course Toge had the other second years that showed up to lean on, and Gojo should things get dire for some sort of stimulus, but even he had low energy days where he needed a more relaxing enviroment.

Thanks, I wonder what happens to people when they get the chance to leave this place, do they just kinda...disappear?

He hoped not, Kallen was very nice.

It was a valid question. Especially when people like him were here. Would he just vanish again if he left this world? He was dead. So, what happened to him if he left? It wasn't a fun topic to think about.

Best to be optimistic.

They probably go back to whatever life they had. And if they were like me- the afterlife. No one is gone forever. Memories keep people alive long after they are gone.

Toge found them a place to settle down before digging in the bags, offering the older a wrapped tuna rice ball and cherry flavored drink. He had learned from their time spent together in private that the other wasn't very picky, but rather partial to red shades.

Made sense, blood manipulation and all.

Or maybe he was a vampire? Inumaki had no evidence they were real. Yet.

So my last roommate moved out recently. The place I'm in is real empty now, I might end up coming over more often if that's okay.

Choso cracked open the soda and took a sip. Appreciative of the flavor not being overly sweet. Just sweet enough to pair with the rice ball.

He watched as Toge explained how his living space was empty of roommates now. Choso thought about meeting Immeral in his townhouse and understood the sinking feeling of loneliness.

It's more than okay. You are always welcome to come spend time with me.

blackknightsgambit

It's attention shifted once the weapon was torn from its grip. It roared, it's voice shifting from a wet mess to a dry bellow of fury. It's rotten arm was lifted to slam down onto Choso's head in a sort of a tantrum and makeshift club. The limb broke off entirely from the impact, shattering into dust.

L.L. jumped when the weapon was thrown toward him and clattered against the wall before he was snatched from the carpet. He reared back and slammed it against the door knob in desperation.

Everything within the room itself should be feeling the effects of the aging. The paint on the walls should be curling, the wood should start to crack and break under it's own weight. The ceiling should be cracking and collapsing on top of their hands, and the floor should be falling down into the abyss beneath. Or whatever the fuck is below them.

Yet, the room itself was still as pristine as the first day it was built. It was almost as unnerving as the monster currently regenerating limbs as quickly as they rot off.

"Just hold out for a little longer!"

#blackknightsgambit #blackknightsgambit 01 #isola event: rooted #tw: gore #tw: blood #tw: violence

"I'm doing the best I can!"

He dodges as another limb tries to slam down on his head, only to be hit with the other that had regenerated in the short time after he had ripped that weapon away from it.

There is a loud crack as he hits the wall. Grunting and sliding down it. Blood smearing in his path down.

That hurt.

More than he was used to.

Spitting up blood gives him an idea, though.

He was going to try to poison it with his blood. But he had to get his blood inside of it without the use of his curse technique.

Damned this place, stripping it of him.

"Keep trying that door. I'm going to try to finish this thing off."

Charging at the creature, he gathers the blood from the wall onto his fingertips and punches his fist through its chest. A compromising position that was sure to get him hurt, but one that ensured his toxic blood made it inside of it.

splitsoulheir

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

He is pointing to the coffee on the counter in front of Tsurugi.

"Oh, uh. Sorry."

He shifts to the side to let Choso past, hands in his pockets still. He's waiting for an order to take to Yuuka, hopefully as a peace offering, but he'd forgotten her preference for how sweet she cared for the coffee to be.

"Nice, uh, tattoo?" He gestures to his face as a reference for Choso's face mark.

#splitsoulheir #splitsoulheir 01

The question strikes him as odd because he was pretty sure this was Yuuji's friend at first glance. On a second look, he can tell that this is someone new. Albeit, he could have been family with the other teen with how similar they looked.

"Ah- thanks. It's not quite a tattoo, but that's what makes sense to most people."

He wasn't about to try to explain curse techniques to someone again. Been there. Done that. Hated talking that much. Sucked the whole time he was doing it.

So he leaves it at that and reaches to take his coffee before pausing.

"Hey, so odd question. But do you know my brother, Itadori Yuuji?"

Those soft purples light up at little at the revelation, delight evident in his expression even with half of that face obscured. Toge had stopped by the store on the way over, and picked them out multiple ready made meals and snacks.

I don't have any pasta today, but there's chicken, rice balls, and some refresher drinks in here. Which one would you like first?

A grin. Definitely stuff to share. Inumaki-kun was such a joy and completely understood him from just their few simple talks.

The drinks and rice balls sound like the perfect start.

@supernova-aniki | plotted starter 🍥

He's being approached with convenience store bags in hand, the younger waving him down. As soon as Choso is within reasonable distance his hands are moving in sign once more.

So, as a half-curse, do you need to eat? If so, what are some of your favorite foods?

The signs come back just as rapidly as Choso moves to approach Toge as well.

I can and do eat. I prefer things that I can share. But pasta dishes are super tasty.

demonartprogenitor

@supernova-aniki asked: Why does that man feel like his father... its not, but his energy is very similar. He couldn't help but stare.

He's not used to be stared at. Always being in disguise while out and about made sure of it. He looked like anyone else. Spoke and conducted the way any locals would.

Yet the stare of a man grated on his nerves like no other. He found himself getting up from his booth to go and take a seat beside the most oblivious bastard he had every intention of scaring off or eating.

"Have we met before?"

#demonartprogenitor #demonartprogenitor 01

"Not that I know of."

A slight dip of his head in apology is all the movement offered to the other. Many thought Choso rude for his mannerisms. But who could blame the guy who had spent 150 years in a tube...

"I apologize if my gaze was intense. You just reminded me of my father, with whom I am not on good terms."

vaspathos

Yuuji observed his older brother as he rifled through the myriad styles to ascertain what reflected his new vision for himself. It felt surreal to watch Choso; he had met his brother time and time again in this world, and every new meeting Yuuji witnessed renewed spirit within his older brother. Choso's excitement over a human life invigorated his brother with a sense of purpose.

After every change of wardrobe, Yuuji approved with a nod of his head or disapproved by sticking out his tongue in disgust. Somehow, his older brother's style ended up mirroring his, and that filled Yuuji with familial pride.

New clothes in tow, Yuuji guided his brother to the cash register, where he personally bought his brother's clothes with his savings. "Want to wear an outfit out?" he asked, folding the receipt into his pocket. "Kugisaki likes to eat out after shopping," he happily recalled the numerous shopping visits where he personally valeted her bags, "refill the spirit for another shopping spree," he quoted his best friend.

"I would like to, yes." The notion of completely starting over with this new look and life was starting to sink in. At this moment, he could cast aside everything that happened leading him here. A step into the world a new man.

He takes an outfit from Yuji and moves to change into it. Utilizing the fitting rooms once more before they departed the store. Reappearing with a smile on his face. Feeling more comfortable. Being closer to how he wanted to be.

"Where were you thinking of going to eat to refill our spirits? I know you have something in mind already. Or else you would have asked me what I wanted. I don't mind what we get either. I care more about what makes you happy."

#vaspathos #vaspathos 01

pocketcubi

They grins from ear to pointy ear showing their array of sharp teeth, charmed by the others offer and folded their wings to allow more room on the bench.

"It's a public place, you can sit anywhere you want."

They paused.

"You can sit on me but I won't guarantee I'd be comfortable. Whats got you looking for friends anyway? Don't got a lot of people to talk to? Though if you just got here I get it."

They queried before they took another bite of their sandwich.

#pocketcubi #pocketcubi 01

The thought of someone choosing to sit on top of the other crossed his mind and it made him frown. Instantly deciding it was rude to invade someone's space like that upon meeting them. So he sat next to them on the bench.

"I'm pretty new to this place and don't have much of an outgoing personality. People don't tend to gravitate to the quiet types."

He shrugs.

"I can't really complain about it, though. 90% of it is done on purpose by me, so random people don't think it's okay to approach me for pointless conversation."

EVENT: OFIUCO-U

Introducing: Choso Kamo. Art teacher, notorious for his unusual art mediums. His classes come with a content warning.

Some AU notes below:

He is one of the 2D art teachers on campus. His art classes are posted with caution tags that they are not for the squeamish or faint of heart.

The man has made it his life's work to produce biohazards as artwork. Incorporating the use of his own blood into the pieces.

Makes it very clear that he will not make his students create art in the same way he does. Those inspired will be given flow acrylic instead.

Kind of a quiet and weird guy outside of class.

Very clearly has issues with his father, but loves his brothers and will talk about them during class.

Too busy making art to care about ghosts, but will use the subplot as inspiration for art pieces.

#isola event: ofiuco-u

vaspathos

Yuuji papped Choso's shoulder once he relaxed. He began the advance towards the fashion district of Golden Ward, the prime location for new apparel for a new man. The train ride was filled with explaining the world and it's locations, Choso's housing situation, and he broached the subject of Yuuji's home owning experience just before they arrived to their stop.

He guided him into a clothing store and extended his hand for Choso to decide his new clothes. "Pick whatever, big bro, I'll handle the costs."