IC: Inbox (Jigoku-cho)

[kikuichi]

"Oya, I'm not around at the moment. Please leave a message and this old man will eventually sees it."

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[deathrespect]

Sure, yeah. You got anywhere you like to go? There's a joint in Shuten territory on the edge I've been stopping by a ton.

[kikuichi]

We can go there. I'm always open to visiting new places. Who knows, I may even find a new favourite spot?

[deathrespect]

See ya there.

— SAMATOKI SENT A LOCATION —

( He has his mask on the table and not much else. Nursing a beer, keeping his eyes on the door ... )

[kikuichi]

[He eventually arrives, walking through the door and glancing around. Norimune sees Samatoki and smile, before he makes his way over to the table. The mask did briefly draw his eyes, before he looks back at his companion.]

Hey, Samatoki. It's good to see you well.

[deathrespect]

( 'Well' might be a stretch. Although he supposes now that he's on the mend proper from everything, he's well enough. )

You too, man. You want a drink before we get into it? I'm buyin'.

[kikuichi]

[He take a seat, and nods.]

I'd love that. [A drink can help them relax first, before they can start talking. Will it help him understand or not? Who knows.] You can even surprise me. Pick whichever drinks for both of us.

[deathrespect]

( There's a small grin at that, a nod. Norimune is appreciated, even if their relationship already is a little ... strange, given what Samatoki remembers versus him.

He orders two drinks, then; whiskey-soda. Doubles. )

Hope that's okay. I think ...

( Samatoki pulls a face, contemplative. )

I think we drank some sake, though. Can't remember. The bar was a little ... limited in that city.

[kikuichi]

[While Norimune have his preferences, he's willing to give things a try if his companion's paying for it.]

Hm? Is it a poor bar? Or just hard to get stocks?

[Either it's money, or resources and supplies. Both paint slightly different pictures.]

[deathrespect]

( Both? Hard to say. He thinks on it. )

Ah. Hard to get stock, mostly ... But that was a city-wide thing.

( When the drinks arrive, Samatoki downs a bit of his. Good thing they don't water down the drinks in this part of town. )

Heh. I called you here and all, but I dunno where to start.

[kikuichi]

[He watches how Samatoki take his drinks. Depending on the drinks, it's either slowly savouring them or down them all in one go.]

How about from the beginning? Your beginning can be a good start.

[A person's own tale are usually the one they know best. Usually. Norimune takes his drink, feeling it going down his throat.]

[deathrespect]

... Makes sense.

( He might be too frazzled over all this. His inhale is a little shaky, but its deep and it steels himself enough against his own nerves. )

All right. I guess I could start with the dream and. The guy I woke up with in my head, hah.

( He proceeds to tell that part of the story: his crawling up and out of a puddle after an intense and strange dream, now with a mask and an Oni. )

... Heh. Kinda weird to lay it all out like that.