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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: (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.
thefuckingbeam: (scruffy looking nerfherder)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-17 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Uh...it's kinda like a vigilante, Old West-style policeman. A Gunslinger's job is to, I guess, keep order and uphold justice. Roland is the last real Gunslinger, see. So that's why his quest is so important. He's the only one who can do it.

[His breathing slows noticeably. This is the part of the story he doesn't like to think about.]

Anyway. They were basically holdin' my brother for ransom, banking on me to be unreliable. The whole thing...it turned into a shootout. And you already know how that story ends.
thefuckingbeam: (you for real?)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-17 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Eddie chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest and back. He's more than happy to move right past the topic.]

It is, isn't it? Anyway, after that, I didn't have much choice but to follow Roland back through the door, and suddenly I was on the world's worst fuckin' beach. No food for miles, except these awful fuckin' mutant lobsters that had already taken two of Roland's fingers before I got there. Permanently ruined my taste for seafood.
thefuckingbeam: (deceptively cute)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-17 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
So I've heard. That's why I stayed the fuck away from the beach when I was a mer, honestly. [He did not need to be fucking with any more mutated sea life.

He glances down at the empty page, and then raises an eyebrow up at Rohan.]


Me? Aw, I'm no good, I'll just mess up your nice sketchbook.
thefuckingbeam: (no diggity)

[personal profile] thefuckingbeam 2017-10-17 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Great now he has to be responsible for this pencil.]

You asked for it. [He thinks for a moment, and then puts pencil to paper and begins to sketch. He's really not bad. With some practice he could be okay. He's aways been more of a whittler, though. Drawing, again, was too girly for Henry to put up with it.]

Yeah. For the first year I was here, actually.

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