#prxenuntius

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@prxenuntius​​ said: 001.   a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . (for Hanma. I picture original timeline Baji if you'd like to make that a thread instead of a drabble of your own ~)

scenery rp meme   001.   a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork .

   It wasn’t abnormal to find Hanma pretty much anywhere where things might be on the rough side. The Reaper was always seeking entertainment. Sometimes there was some funny shit that happened here at the parlor. It’s where he’d come a few years back to get Sin and Punishment tattooed on his own hands. If nothing else, it was a nice spot to smoke and talk shit with some of the people despite the age difference. No one tended to question Hanma with his towering figure and eyes glowing like a beast on the prowl.

   His head turns when the door chimes to announce a new person. Hanma exhales a lungful of smoke in contemplation. Maybe he’d start something, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe the person would run at the sight of his tattoos. Eh. Anything was better than the boredom gnawing at his brain like hyenas at a fallen zebra. Hanma finally moves like a great beast awoken, one hand sliding into his pocket as he approached the counter.

   “  Yo.  “  He greets with a slow grin as he eyes up the other for a moment. He looked like the kind who would enjoy a good fight. Not like those other assholes. That was the difference; the people who could REALLY handle their shit didn’t need to show off like a show pony and say dumb shit. He leans against the counter.  “  You here for ink? Or lookin for trouble?  “  He asks with an ember of interest.  “  Or someone?  “  He adds, a casual afterthought.  He forgot some people did that - Hanma couldn’t care less.

[whorunthewcrld-a]

2003

The virus was inescapable. Even for a country who consumes much less wheat then countries like America. Japan stood no chance. They were an island after all. Where could they run? 

The Sano’s ran to the Musashi Shrine. So did the other members of Toman. It was where they’d created the group after all, and the locations was optimal. Up on its hill it was easier to defend then a lot of other places. So they made it work. Set up barricades, scavenged supplies, created a little community on their hill. The six members of Toman and their families. They’d protect each other like they always had. 

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Two years into living with the state of the world and somehow they’d survived. And while “thrive” would be a stretch to describe how they were living, they made things work. They’d even added a few more to their group. Baji and Kazutora had saved a kid and his mom from a Runner and they’d joined the community. Emma liked Chifuyu, he was fun to hang out with (though he spent most of his time shadowing Baji now). And a random boy named Takemichi showed up at the shrine one day. He was a little weird, and not the best fighter, but he was a nice guy. 

Emma shook her head, bringing her back to her task. She’d been sent out on a simple supplies mission. The community was running low on some essentials and Emma was one of the best at finding what they needed. She joked it was because she always loved shopping before. Normally she would have come out with Mikey or Draken but it was just supposed to be a quick run. And she had her bow and one of the communities guns for emergencies. 

And it had gone without a hitch. Her pack was loaded with supplies and she’d only run into two Runners, both of which she easily took out from a distance. So her mood was high as she rounded the corner back to the shrine. Maybe Draken would be on guard duty and would be there to greet her. She blushed at the thought. But the second her eyes landed on the torii gate she knew something was wrong. Their barricaded doors were open and no guards where to be seen on the look out they’d built.

Emma’s heart dropped at the same time she broke out into a sprint. 

‘Nononononononononononononononononononononononononono,’ it was on loop in her head as she ran up to the doors, peeking through for any signs of infected before continuing up the steps at the same pace. But no one greeted her. There was no one tending to the garden or working on the west wall they’d started reinforcing last week. The shrine was empty. 

Completely empty.

Her family was gone. She was alone.

closed starter for @prxenuntius

[redue-archive]

cont. from here !  ⭐  @prxenuntius

keeping keisuke baji alive was beginning to feel more and more like trying to put little boots on a feral cat wanting to claw your eyes out. takemichi supposes only someone like that could stand to be in the position of the invincible mikey's dear childhood friend; both seem to be cut from the same cloth of arrogance and whimsical temperaments, all things takemichi could never predict or adapt to, yet has been thrusted into a den of wolves who jump from one mood to the other and back.  takemichi gulps, but does not stand down.

‘ it's not about being fragile or not! ’  he blurts out, discreetly wiping sweaty palms against his pants. he hopes he doesn't sound nearly as nervous as he feels.   ‘ it's about how you're always handling things on your own! don't you think everyone will be sad if something happened to you!? ’

[indebte]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@prxenuntius asked:  ❛ rough day today? ❜   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ»  random dialogue prompts.

he wonders what gave it awayㅤㅤㅤㅤwas it the numerous bandages covering barely-healing wounds, the downturn on the corner of his still-bleeding lips, or the icy glare directed at the tobacco vending machine that's not accepting his fake driver's license and hasn't been for the past ten minutes?

seishu kicks the metal box with no small amount of frustration; though his expression barely changes, his fist starts to flex open and close in warm up.

it's time for plan b: break the vending machine open and get his damn pack of cigarettes by force.

ㅤㅤ‘ give me a hand or move over. ’

[revengesworn]

Mikey can feel himself shaking.

He hates it. This weakness - this fear and the heart-pounding terror that, at times like these,  always emerges from so deep in his core that it feels like it defines him. He’s supposed to be strong. How can he be a leader when he can’t carry the people he loves through their pain and beyond? He can barely even manage to stand on his own two feet, let alone protect the people he cares about.

He’s always been weak, and he’s always hated the weak. The weak can’t do a thing. If they just tried a little harder, fought a little more, then they’d be able to protect themselves and the people they love... but they don’t even try. The weak make excuses, and bring nothing but misery to those around them, and there’s no-one out there weaker than Mikey.

He can lie, and deny it to himself, but... at times like these, he knows the truth.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. No matter how much it hurts, he’ll stop his body from shaking and put a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong... because Baji deserves it, after all - he’s the one who really suffered here.

As he enters the hospital room, Mikey feels his heart come to a stop. It’s just for a moment, as he sets eyes on Baji - who’s alive, he’s not dead; oh god he could’ve died too - but a barely-strained smile forms on his face regardless. He’s scared, because he doesn’t know if Baji will be happy to see him. But..

“Baji. ...You really scared everyone, you know.”

@prxenuntius​ ( starter for baji! )

[revengesworn]

Senju can’t help but wonder how Baji thinks of her.

Sure, they knew each other as kids - but it’s not like they were super close. Baji always spent more time with her brother and Mikey, and while Senju always wanted to join in with them, she suspects now that they saw her more as “Haruchiyo’s little sister” than an actual member of their group.

It doesn’t bother her, really. But it’s funny that they’d both end up as members of Toman, now that Senju has joined the gang.

“You know, Baji.” she speaks without honorifics, and a familiar, casual tone. “We’ve never really gone one-on-one before, have we? I’m a lot stronger than I bet you remember.”

@prxenuntius​ ( starter for baji! )

[ashrifts]

@prxenuntius asked:ㅤ"hold still..."

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤthis seems a little counterproductive, don't you think?ㅤ’ㅤㅤthe playfulness of his voice is strained despite his efforts at nonchalance; there's nothing light about the bleeding of his gaping wound, flowing freely between the tightly-pressed fingers above his collarbone and staining baji's hands. his grin is as sharp as the unsuspecting switchblade that had gotten the better of him as he addresses his savior, breaths coming and going slowly. ㅤ‘ㅤwouldn't your little toman friends think you a traitor for helping me? it'd be so easy to leave me here to bleed and claim victory.ㅤ’

[revengesworn]

More and more, Baji's words are making it sound like he really doesn't know what's going on. It makes Mikey think for a moment that it's as if he's traveled back to the past, and is seeing Baji exactly as he was 12 years ago.

But that's ridiculous, right? Things like that don't happen. Miracles aren't real. Maybe he really has lost his mind, and this is a hallucination on the verge of death.

"Baji..." As Baji holds him, Mikey finds himself choking up, on the verge of tears. He stops them falling through instinct alone, but it's the first time in a very long time that he can ever remember feeling so much. He embraces Baji back, with arms that are ever so slightly shaking, and stays silent for quite a while.

But just before Baji can speak again, Mikey pulls back and smiles at him, hands on his shoulders. If this really is a second chance, then....

"It's nothing." The words are an obvious lie, but Mikey can't think of any way to explain away his strange behaviour. And even then, he can't help but add- "...I'm just happy to see you."

@prxenuntius ( continued from here! )