( the blood rain has a sinister effect on everyone, including konoe--- especially konoe. though he may not know his youkai very well at all and frankly doesn't want to acknowledge its existence, the horned serpent hisses its warnings which go ignored. this cat doesn't trust snakes. he doesn't trust anyone but the other cat who also found himself in this awful place.
he would rather deal with his own world than this one.
either way, konoe's exposure to the blood... how it stains his fur and his skin and he's almost compelled to lick it off; to groom himself continuously. only, after some time? he can't seem to move his body. it's not even like having another being residing inside of him. no, it's far more sinister. he can't move his arms or his legs. he can barely breathe. it's the fact he can't control himself that makes him want to panic, to scream and cry, but all he can do is shamble toward some destination...
after some time, he sees it. a lake. it's a lake. and konoe can't keep himself from trudging closer and closer, where he can feel a presence--- suffocating. his future fate? he doesn't know, but his feet are moving by themselves. )
Hakagemachi's descent into madness has only gotten worse. The skies had opened weeks ago, but now water's turned to blood—the stream of corpses left in the streets had just been the latest travesty. Enough of one that Rokurou's stayed out, patrolling the area, trying to catch the spirits behind the assault and end this once and for all with the edge of his blade.
Of course, they remain in the shadows.
What does catch his eye is a figure headed for the lake. A staggered, strange trudge that doesn't seem natural—and when he comes closer, Rokurou realizes that it's the man (cat?) from Mori's. Who had—licked him, that one time.
Maybe he's wrong, but on high alert as he is, Rokurou can't just leave him alone. So, he grabs Konoe's shoulder from behind— ]
( at first, he doesn't move. what rokurou's doing is enough to keep him from moving, but every part of his body continues to try to push forward. the feeling is like an itch that can't be scratched, and the corners of his eyes start to water from the frustration of not being able to continue on despite not wanting to. )
I can't stop myself. ( as he squeezes his eyes shut, he can feel the warmth starting to trickle down. the only thing he can't tell is that instead of normal tears sliding down his face, it's blood. his own? perhaps the blood of whatever has found its way inside of him? konoe doesn't know. )
P-please, you have to do something.
( because he's starting to push harder against rokurou's hand, his body nothing anything more than to force itself into the water that waits for more sacrifices. )
[ I don't know is never a good answer in this city. Despite the uncertainty, Konoe's body moves as though there's a place in mind—warning bells before the tears begin to fall, muddling with the downpour.
His grip tightens as the cat pushes back against him, stark contrast to how he pleads for help. Quickly, the daemon follows the line of Konoe's tread and follows forward toward where it might go. An outcome he doesn't like one bit: the lake. ]
Alright. [ agreement comes fast as he yanks Konoe towards him, bodily throwing the feline over his shoulder before he can scratch or hiss, ] We're gettin' out of here. I'll tie you down if I have to.
( of course, it's not like konoe has the strength to fight back--- gasping in surprise as he's practically handled like a doll of sorts, which he is. it's not like the blood has suddenly made him stronger. no, it just controls what it has, and what it has is a somewhat average cat that certainly needs to be soaked to have any kind of weight... )
Whatever you have to do... just don't hurt me.
( because he's fragile? but also, it would probably be hard to explain to asato what's happening. he doesn't want to put the daemon in harm's way by putting a target on his back, even inadvertently. )
[ If only Konoe knew that Asato's already squashed Rokurou's face before....
But there's no squashing now; Rokurou tightens his grip around the cat, but as gently as possible while strapping him down against the river's call. He trudges away from the water, blinking rapidly through the bloodied rain, trying to find his way to some kind of shelter. ]
Ah, I should. You kissed me.
[ No beating around the bush there... ]
Do you remember? At Mori's.
[ If nothing else, maybe the memory will serve to distract Konoe from the siren call of the river while Rokurou tries to find a place to hunker down. ]
( it's starting to return to him. his youkai... that serpent wanted more than just a taste of the alcohol on rokurou's lips. she would've wanted him to indulge himself, enjoy the very few times of merriment that could come from a little bit of drink inside of the ramen shop. instead? konoe was flustered. even now, the feeling of heat is tickling his cheeks, returning the feeling there, and...
it's enough to at least prevent his body from struggling any further. )
I do... I think.
( konoe takes one breath, then another. though the feeling isn't returning to his limbs, he does get the sense that for now--- he shouldn't be trying to submerge himself. )
Don't think I'm going to do it again any time soon.
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he would rather deal with his own world than this one.
either way, konoe's exposure to the blood... how it stains his fur and his skin and he's almost compelled to lick it off; to groom himself continuously. only, after some time? he can't seem to move his body. it's not even like having another being residing inside of him. no, it's far more sinister. he can't move his arms or his legs. he can barely breathe. it's the fact he can't control himself that makes him want to panic, to scream and cry, but all he can do is shamble toward some destination...
after some time, he sees it. a lake. it's a lake. and konoe can't keep himself from trudging closer and closer, where he can feel a presence--- suffocating. his future fate? he doesn't know, but his feet are moving by themselves. )
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Hakagemachi's descent into madness has only gotten worse. The skies had opened weeks ago, but now water's turned to blood—the stream of corpses left in the streets had just been the latest travesty. Enough of one that Rokurou's stayed out, patrolling the area, trying to catch the spirits behind the assault and end this once and for all with the edge of his blade.
Of course, they remain in the shadows.
What does catch his eye is a figure headed for the lake. A staggered, strange trudge that doesn't seem natural—and when he comes closer, Rokurou realizes that it's the man (cat?) from Mori's. Who had—licked him, that one time.
Maybe he's wrong, but on high alert as he is, Rokurou can't just leave him alone. So, he grabs Konoe's shoulder from behind— ]
Hey—where are you going?
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( at first, he doesn't move. what rokurou's doing is enough to keep him from moving, but every part of his body continues to try to push forward. the feeling is like an itch that can't be scratched, and the corners of his eyes start to water from the frustration of not being able to continue on despite not wanting to. )
I can't stop myself. ( as he squeezes his eyes shut, he can feel the warmth starting to trickle down. the only thing he can't tell is that instead of normal tears sliding down his face, it's blood. his own? perhaps the blood of whatever has found its way inside of him? konoe doesn't know. )
P-please, you have to do something.
( because he's starting to push harder against rokurou's hand, his body nothing anything more than to force itself into the water that waits for more sacrifices. )
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His grip tightens as the cat pushes back against him, stark contrast to how he pleads for help. Quickly, the daemon follows the line of Konoe's tread and follows forward toward where it might go. An outcome he doesn't like one bit: the lake. ]
Alright. [ agreement comes fast as he yanks Konoe towards him, bodily throwing the feline over his shoulder before he can scratch or hiss, ] We're gettin' out of here. I'll tie you down if I have to.
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Whatever you have to do... just don't hurt me.
( because he's fragile? but also, it would probably be hard to explain to asato what's happening. he doesn't want to put the daemon in harm's way by putting a target on his back, even inadvertently. )
... you look familiar.
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But there's no squashing now; Rokurou tightens his grip around the cat, but as gently as possible while strapping him down against the river's call. He trudges away from the water, blinking rapidly through the bloodied rain, trying to find his way to some kind of shelter. ]
Ah, I should. You kissed me.
[ No beating around the bush there... ]
Do you remember? At Mori's.
[ If nothing else, maybe the memory will serve to distract Konoe from the siren call of the river while Rokurou tries to find a place to hunker down. ]
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it's enough to at least prevent his body from struggling any further. )
I do... I think.
( konoe takes one breath, then another. though the feeling isn't returning to his limbs, he does get the sense that for now--- he shouldn't be trying to submerge himself. )
Don't think I'm going to do it again any time soon.
( pout! )