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ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote2016-12-13 02:35 am
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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.


(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))
thefuckingbeam: (keep talking)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-11 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie ducks his head, smiling to himself with those buck teeth of his.]

Thanks. I...that means a lot to me, actually. It's something I liked doing as a kid, but my shitty older brother told me it was stupid. Girly. Like making anything with your own two hands automatically made you weak...

[He scoops the bottle of wine off the dresser and goes to work cracking it open.]

It came in handy, though. Once I got back into it. It brought me Jake. I carved the key to the door we pulled him out of...one of the most stressful things I've ever made, honestly. But it was worth it, for Jake.

[He takes a swig of wine, and silently sends up a little hello to his little bro, wherever he might be.]
thefuckingbeam: (i like the way you work it)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-11 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
If you asked Henry, he'd say the only kind of art that was manly was like...being a rock star. Anything else was a little too... [He waggles one limp-wrist at Rohan, grinning.] If only he knew.

[Rohan's description of Eddie's place of origin has him laughing.]

I mean, you're not far off. But we might wanna get comfy if I'm gonna tell you about Mid-World.
thefuckingbeam: ([home alone noise])

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-11 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eddie's gaze tracks this movement with a hint of amusement; watching Rohan preen is like watching a cat groom itself. He glances down at those looped coils of snake tail, and raises his eyebrows.]

Really? I can—?

[As long as he's not in the coils, he can handle it.]
thefuckingbeam: (keep talking)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-11 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well, shit. That's smooth.]

Alright. No big. [He grins.] 'Course I trust you.

[He's not lying. He also just doesn't want to accidentally crush Rohan or something. He doesn't know how snake tails work at this size.

He goes over and settles right in, letting his butt sit right in the gab between the "back" and "seat" of the tail-couch; his tail wiggles a couple of times as he gets comfortable. Absentmindedly, one hand smooths over Rohan's scales; he's surprised by how soft they are.]


This is nice. Thanks.
thefuckingbeam: (oh hey man)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, it's more comfortable than the couch I used to sleep on.

[Which he only recently vacated in favor of Jake's bed. It's fine.

He glances at the book and pen in Rohan's hands.]


You gonna take notes? ...Anyway. The place I came from—not the place I was born, mind you—is called Mid-World. It's...another plane of existence, basically. And at the center of Mid-World, of every world, is the Dark Tower. That was our quest. Roland's quest, really. The rest of us were just along for the ride.
thefuckingbeam: (thinks he's a wiseguy eh)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-13 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, right. [He shakes his head.] Duh.

Well, the thing is...I'm not sure. We made some headway, but yours truly caught a stray bullet before I could see it through to the end. But really, this is the kinda story that needs to be told from the start.

[Eddie sighs, makes himself a little bit more comfortable, his fingers still petting absentmindedly over Rohan's scales.]

I was young, and dumb. Well, younger, and dumber. And I got dragged into the wild world of heroin addiction by my brother Henry. And eventually, that turned into me becoming a drug smuggler for the mob.
thefuckingbeam: (deceptively cute)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-14 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie's not about to let up on the petting; it's soothing for him, too. The sleek patterns of Rohan's scales are a good point for him to focus on as he talks. His shoulders shrug gently.]

It's alright. I wanna tell you. So as I was sayin–nnn.

[He doesn't even jump at the touch of Rohan's tail on his ear; to the contrary, his spine goes a little bit liquid as he melts back against the coils beneath him, his ears drooping gently to either side of his little antler nubs.]

Th...that's nice.
thefuckingbeam: (Default)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-14 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[VERY QUICKLY CLEARING HIS THROAT...]

Yeah, yeah, I'm just. I wasn't expecting that.

[His ears are Sensitive. He can't help it. He chuckles, and lets himself lean into those fingers on his ears.]

Hhhah. So like I was sayin', I started smuggling drugs. I was on my way back to the States from...Bermuda? Barbados? One of those. So much shit has happened in between now and then. And suddenly, there's this voice in my head. Some guy's voice.
thefuckingbeam: (keep talking)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-14 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Gee, thanks....Bahamas. It was the Bahamas. Anyway.

[He's at once disappointed that the hand stops petting his ears, and relieved because it means he can actually concentrate on his story again.]

This voice, it kept calling me Prisoner. And it told me it needed help. Honestly, I thought I was losin' my fucking mind. Thought the heroin was finally doing me in.
thefuckingbeam: (did not consider that)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-15 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. Yeah, that about sums it up. [Eddie chuckles; Rohan sounds so enthusiastic about it. He guesses it's best that his shady past isn't a turn-off, though that would be awfully rich coming from Rohan, honestly.

He tilts his chin up, trying to see what Rohan is working on, but before he can see, the page is flipped. Damn.]


Anyway. [His fingers run across Rohan's scales in soft, slow zig-zags.] As it turns out, the voice was Roland. And the way he got in my head was through a door in the middle of a Goddamn beach. And he needed me to come through the door to join him on his quest, but first I had to clear customs with several pounds of cocaine taped under my arms.
thefuckingbeam: (thinks he's a wiseguy eh)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-16 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. It's a lot. Just you wait.

[Rohan's words should be unnerving; they should have Eddie jumping out of his skin. But despite prior experience, he trusts Rohan. He doesn't hear a threat in his voice. He hears desire. And desire is a damn good motivator.]

Yeah? [Eddie tilts his face up to look at Rohan.] Too bad we gotta do this the regular way.
thefuckingbeam: (keep talking)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-16 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, lucky for you, I can talk all day and night.

[Eddie Dean could talk the Devil himself into setting himself on fire. How many times had he heard that growing up?

His eyebrows raise, clearly impressed, at the miniature of himself on the page. Eddie lets out a low whistle.]


That's incredible. [And incredibly flattering, to be honest. He grins.] So anyway. We go into the john on the plane and he takes my stash back through the door with him. By this point, the flight attendants had cottoned on that there was something off about me. But the thing is, even though I had fuckin' track marks all over my arm, and even though I had tape burns and a knife cut on my torso, the airport security assholes couldn't find shit on me. They had no choice but to let me go.
thefuckingbeam: (i'm a real boy)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-17 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[They really are quite the pair, aren't they?

Eddie finds himself with a lapful of Rohan's sketchbook, and of course he immediately opens it up to flip through it. Some faces are familiar, some he's never seen before. But the drawings of himself get the most interest, and he flips through the pages almost reverently. His mind is only half-focused, though, because suddenly he's got Rohan's torso pressed against his back. Letting the cover fall shut, he glances up over his shoulder, his pink nose twitching as it catches Rohan's scent much more closely now.]


...Yeah, it was a close call. They wanted so badly to arrest me, but there's only so many times you can do a cavity search on a guy. [Haha. Gross.]

Anyway, after that I had to head back to Brooklyn and try to figure out how to get my shit back before the big boss caught wind of anything going wrong. The feds were tailing me, of course, but so were a couple of the boss's goons. They plucked me up out of the street, with not a single clue that I had a Gunslinger along for the ride.

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