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[bluebasketballed]

powers nerfed & gained
❆ - superhuman strength: nerfed to the point he couldn't destroy, like, a building in one hit, but even hakuji as a human could punch people's bones apart so good luck!
❆ - self healing: nerfed from instant to delayed 5-10 minutes.
❆ + conditional sunlight immunity: an enchanted anklet that nullifies the harmful effects of sunlight and sun-based magic so long as he is wearing it.

deaths & resurrection prices
none..... YET

other permanent changes
❆ scarring - november 2025: a solid scar the width of his fist at the crux of his ribcage and at the same height on his back, implying impalement. any sensation to this scar, including pain, is shared with kyojuro.


weasel's note: akaza's handwriting is the very sad and choppy scrawl of a man who barely knows how to write. the netbook is just polite enough to make it legible. i just type it in all lowercase bc i'm too lazy to pick out the spelling/handwriting mistakes. thank u for your understanding. i'm having fun now thx

he lives at the inn, the room next to kyojuro's. his window is boarded up from the inside. it is very dark in there. mentitycave

he lives at the soryu dojo south of the river, in koyuki's old room. he offers unarmed self-defense training at the dojo.


plotting contact: PM // discord @ fuckweasel

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[tempurahair]

[This is the worst possible outcome, actually. Kyojuro takes a bite of one of the cheeses and -]

Tasty!

[Followed by one of the meats and -]

Tasty!!

[bluebasketballed]

[akaza stares at kyojuro. turns his head to the knife block. picks up two of them and considers whether they'd fit in his ears...]

[tempurahair]

[Kyojuro stops mid-bite and-]

Since when do you need knives for rice?

[bluebasketballed]

They're for my ears.

[tempurahair]

[Well. Kyojuro barely manages to clap a hand over his mouth as he effectively spits his most recent bite out. He stares, incredulously, at the other man. Give him a second to clean himself up and -]

Your ears?

[bluebasketballed]

[... long-suffering sigh.]

Nevermind.

[tempurahair]

[Well, alright then. Back he goes to munching. And commenting on his munches. Rip to Akaza.]

[bluebasketballed]

[it's fine. soon enough he'll pop the lid off the rice, give it a quick stir, and plop some into a free bowl. to his credit, this serving is cooked much better than the previous attempt.]

Is this satisfactory?

[tempurahair]

[By now, Kyojuro has probably finished his other snacks, so he quickly turns his attention to the rice. It isn't nearly as watery, nor is it served with an aggressive amount of lemon. Not that he complained before, nor is he complaining now.]

Excellent work! [Just based off of visual presentation alone. But then he takes a bite and -] Delicious!

[Brother it is just rice.]

[bluebasketballed]

[it's entirely possible that kyojuro is just saying that. it wouldn't be far-fetched to assume that he does this with every bite of food he eats, no matter how repulsive it is.

even so, something in akaza's chest throbs.

he quickly moves away, back toward the stairs.]

Come tell me when you're finished and I'll clean up.

[tempurahair]

[Kyojuro's head tilts.]

You won't stay?

[And just as quick as he asks the question, he finds himself feeling silly. There might not be much of a smell to rice for him, but he can only imagine what it's like for Akaza.]

Right, the smell. Of course! I will be along shortly.

[bluebasketballed]

[... why does he stop?

why does he stop??]

Do you need something else?

[tempurahair]

[The way Kyojuro almost beams as Akaza stops his retreat.]

I have always found that meals enjoyed in good company are far more delicious than those in solitude!

[He goes to take another bite, at least settling for humming his approval, rather than shouting it.]

Besides, if you go upstairs, I'll likely try to do the dishes without you!

[bluebasketballed]

[the way his eyes narrow... this manipulative fucker.

fine, he'll sit, even if he huffs about it.]

You wouldn't do that. You know I'd kick your ass.

[tempurahair]

[The glimmer in Kyojuro's eyes only grows as Akaza settles down. That is, before his eyes crinkle with the force of the resulting laugh.]

That's just it, Akaza! You would not, because you are too worried about my condition! It would be the perfect plan!

[bluebasketballed]

[plopping an elbow on the table/bar/whatever and chinhandsing.]

For the noble hero type, you're terribly conniving.

[tempurahair]

Perhaps your bad influence is rubbing off on me!

[A wink. Or you know, an attempt, considering... uhhh... ]

[bluebasketballed]

[he stares for a moment, trying to figure out what is... a pointed blink...

ah. not looking at him anymore, thanks.]

... Of course it is.

[tempurahair]

That was meant to be a joke about your poor manners. Not anything else.

[Ah, he pauses, setting his chopsticks down over his bowl.]

Will you look at me?

[bluebasketballed]

Yeah, well, get over it, rich kid.

[despite the playful jab, he doesn't smile. it's everything he can do, in fact, not to sigh as he glances back over.]

[tempurahair]

[Though Kyojuro does blow out a faint laugh, his expression remains largely serious. He's ignoring you for food, Akaza, this is real shit.]

You are bothered by something. What is it?

[bluebasketballed]

The usual.

[if it wasn't that ten minutes ago, it's that now.]

Just eat.

[tempurahair]

The usual being my insistence on offering you forgiveness?

[He, pointedly, does not eat. Instead, he leans forward in his seat, attention rapt on Akaza.]

Or the injuries you are so convinced are your fault?

[bluebasketballed]

[ugh. it's like kyojuro is doing this on purpose -- getting him riled up but for some reason still denying that he's at fault. just what kind of game is he playing at?]

The injuries that are without a singular doubt my fault. Will you stop acting like a lost puppy and just eat?

[tempurahair]

Did you compel me to step in front of you?

[Pointedly still not eating!]

Because unless you did, I made my decision to protect you willingly, just as you have protected me in kind.