two.

[hallowedly]

( Happy 5:27 a.m. across the Murmur to you, brought to you by: the chirpiest man alive. )

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when — ♫ ...oh! Good morning.

How is everyone? Done snapping, biting or aggressively twirling your antennae at each other, yet? ( What an April it's been, eh? )

I don't suppose anyone might have a hunting knife or dagger to spare? I seem to have lost custody rights of my old reliable again. So funny how that keeps happening!

As for the second small matter... may I ask how everyone's efforts to end our luxurious vacation have been going, of late? Has there been return on anyone's investment to chat or trade body parts with our dear landlady?

( ooc: obligatory 'threadjack each other away' etc. )

Comments

cw: dead animal; alchemy

[salaryman]

What a funny coincidence.

I recently learned how to make daggers out of dead creatures.

[ A beat. ] Not like that, but more magical. Using the components in a lovely little circle and turning it into something else.

If you're fine with that, I'll happily make one for you.

1/2

[hallowedly]

( What








the hell. )


Kigai.

[hallowedly]

Would you mind elaborating how you came upon this exciting new artisanal venture?

not here.

[sacral]

[ a "lovely little circle"?? hello?

anyway he's just observing. for now. ]

[deflagrate]

[ far be it from her to interrupt a conversation, but: ]

—Sorry, do you mean alchemy?

[deflagrate]

[ is this how it feels to be thirty? her utter disbelief at such energetic dispositions, so early in the day. ]

Body parts, darling?

[hallowedly]

Some of our new-found friends are indeed that industrious!


( Isn't that SO, Yuuto????? )

[roedeer]

No.

[hallowedly]

Your luck's been that poor, has it? You should purchase more omamori.

CW: ideas of physical harm

[trashblaze]

[ It's 5 am, and somebody is singing! Half-asleep response— ]

Uhh…? Are you trying to… slash something to offer…?

[ He (very sleepily) heard something about blades and trading body parts. And Sleep. Where do you think his mind went? He could doze off again at any moment. ]

Please, don't… hurt yourself…

[hallowedly]

( ...what a cute raccoon. Let's wake him up further. )

What was that, Caelus? I could hardly hear you!

[potentialman]

I haven't got anything new since the discussions from the beginning of this month.

[ It was, uh. A weird month.

But there's the impression of getting ready to take notes. He's not actually sharpening a pencil or turning to a blank notebook page, but it's...that kind of feeling from his end. If anyone else actually turns up new information, he's ready for it! ]

[hallowedly]

Good morning, Fushiguro! I suppose I'm wondering less about information — more about, shall we say... entreaties? Diplomatic efforts? Bribes?

[regulate]

.......Have you been hunting that aggressively lately? I merely have a regular culinary knife to offer.

[hallowedly]

A... butter knife?

[dedicate]

[ oof, the callout. he'll bite though. ]

Landlord, I think. Apparently it gets worse than this if she comes to visit us—and I can't say I particularly want to visit her, either.

[hallowedly]

( It was Yuuto's first — )

Months down, I suppose the question becomes whether we're still better off without rapprochement.

[perilously]

Trade body parts?

[ actually he has more than just that question, a grating feeling, sandpaper claws instead of tongue...which he holds otherwise, for the moment. ]

[hallowedly]

There's despair in this world the likes of which you haven't tasted.

[fatedfinality]

Doesn't seem like a very fair custody arrangement to me.

[hallowedly]

Isn't that right? Isn't that just so? Especially when it's been entrusted to me fairly, every single time.

[revolts]

[ oh right this fucking guy. actually, now that satoru is here seishirou is getting demoted to this other fucking guy. sorry. seniority and all. ]

Hey. Get me a dress.

[potentialman]

Can you please be normal.

[deflagrate]

[ oh? ]

Ah, a friend of Sakurazuka-san?

I can help with the dress, somewhat. Do you know your size?

[dirtdevil]

Sure. As long as you don't mind that it's made out of blood, probably my blood but I don't actually know, and as soon as you don't need it anymore it turns back into regular liquid blood and gets all over your shit.

Which is to say that I'm also in the market for a knife.

[hallowedly]

( Give... him a moment. )

...do weapons often lose all structural integrity in your presence, or is this a new condition?