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脹相 Choso ([personal profile] gimu) wrote in [community profile] synflux2024-03-24 02:52 pm
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WHO: Choso & YOU
WHAT: CATCH-ALL log for the next indeterminate while!
WHERE: Main Base; Neo-Tokyo & Surrounding Areas; 12am shower thoughts psyche plane
WHEN: Time is irrelevant & shall be labelled as needed
WARNINGS: Jujutsu Kaisen spoilers up to AT LEAST current canon (just in case). Further warnings will be labelled in relevant threads as needed
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5-19-78 - LAS VEGAS - TARYON DARRINGTON

[personal profile] gimu 2024-05-24 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the great city of las vegas is a massive, glittering thing, and who is choso to just let his curiosity go unanswered? at some point in his wandering, he’d lost his little group, had wandered through one door too many until he found himself drifting at the ragged tail of the main strip, hovering over a sidewalk shop to peer at the lineup of shoes and wallets and other little human knickknacks arranged like brightly-coloured candy. funny, how the brighter humans neglected to come this far out when there were so many interesting things to find for sale here, where things like receipts were a myth and neo-rolex watches were in abundance.

but that was neither here nor there. right now, choso is frowning, pulling his attention from a selection of flashy running shoes to cast his gaze instead over the paper-littered street, steadfastly ignoring whatever the table-owner has to say.

he thought he’d seen a flash, a flicker of familiar colours and shapes. was that an Outsider he spied yonder? ]
likemybooks: Taryon glancing to the side nervously (uncertain)

[personal profile] likemybooks 2024-05-25 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes, strangers aren't the friendly sort. Sometimes, they decide to attack you out of nowhere. Strangely, the last time that happened, said attackers decided to take him in and befriend him, but after tonight, Taryon has been reminded that fate isn't always kind.

He had been wandering through the small shops after a night of gambling and visiting bars, and his flashy outfit of black and gold caught the attention of certain types. Types that knew an easy mark when they spotted one. Taryon didn't think much of walking in the dark, nor or being approached by two guys who wanted to ask for directions. Then the questions were pointedly about the cash he carried, then a knife was pulled out.

Choso has seen the last of Taryon before he's shoved against a dirty concrete wall and ordered to give whatever valuables he can in the next five seconds.]

Now, hold on, we can figure something out--

[He's given a punch to the gut in response. The two muggers take advantage of his keeled-over state to rifle through his pockets and remove a new phone case, set of earbuds, and a couple tokens from the casino.]
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[personal profile] gimu 2024-06-08 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ choso isn’t one to memorize the face of every outsider that’s come through the portals, but That Guy, that Roomba Guy, he always decked himself out in eye-catching colours and combinations, not unlike the living billboards flashing overhead and in every street-facing window. of everyone from Neo-Tokyo, that one fit in with the blinding Vegas strip the most. this in mind, it isn’t all that hard to notice when the glittering man vanishes behind a flurry of motion, ushered off the main run in much the same manner as the other brightly-plumed ones had been (that choso had noticed at least).

perhaps… perhaps it was not friendly, this sweeping-away of fancy men. the thought lodges itself in choso’s head like a stick betwixt bicycle spokes, has him straightening up to frown down the road with a growing itch in the back of his mind. it would be frowned upon if he just left without at least looking. it would be deplorable if he ignored it. yuji would go see. but if it was dangerous, surely help would be called for. and yet.

and yet the outsiders were choso’s to mind nonetheless; who was he to let stray the oddballs from the rest of the gaggle? this may not be his circus, but that certainly was his monkey.

it’s fair timing all in all, for by the time choso ambles his way around the fated corner, the locals have managed to fill their hands up with Roomba Man’s possessions. they’d done the courtesy of tenderizing the fancy little man as well, if Roomba Man’s shrimp impression was any indication, and choso takes in the chaotic little moment with a sweeping and utterly unhurried look.

well, now.

still possessed of that flat air, choso steps forth with a slowly rolling gait, and the scuff of his boots on the ground pulls up the head of one of the cocky assailants just in time for his unwitting mouth to meet the heel of choso’s bare hand. the force sends the fellow spinning to the grimy asphalt, his handful of ill-gotten casino tokens scattering on impact with a delightful tinkle. by way of following up with a proper greeting, choso follows through the momentum with a step forward, pivoting on his heel to drive the top of his other foot into the side of the head of Buddy 2.0 in a friendly roundhouse. the earbuds go flying.

leg still raised, knee crooking to pull his calf in like the winding of a spring, choso regards Pal 3.0 and remembers to furrow his brow in time to deliver (what he hopes is) a disapproving scowl. ]

Do I have to hit this one too?

[ this, he asks of Roomba Man, crinkled as he is. ]
likemybooks: Taryon is bloodied and staring into the distance (I stay)

[personal profile] likemybooks 2024-06-12 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[He can tell that he will be covered in bruises the next morning, no matter how much of his minor healing spell he cast. The worst is on his front, but his forearms have gotten a terrible beating, and the gang of muggers had taken a pipe to his legs a few times in case he tried to attack with those. Not that he could have done much good — he's reminded of the cruel that at his core, he's useless in a one-on-one fight. It's a bitter comfort that his face will look the best after this; the plugsuit can cover everything else and salvage whatever dignity he has after this.

He has to use his best arm to support himself against the gritty concrete wall instead of reaching out to the retreating hoodlum to retrieve his tokens. With the pain searing through his muscles, he stays on shaking legs, wishing they would all leave instead of loitering and counting their spoils, adding insult to injury with each passing second.

That relief won't come anytime soon, he realizes when he hears another set of casual footsteps approaching the scene. Another guy. How Taryon wishes he could reach into his pocket, pluck an enchanted diamond, and cast Prismatic Spray on the entire group. Wouldn't it be so easy to create one in his room without the money, time, and resources necessary? Wouldn't it be wonderful if his powers didn't rely on having tools?

The light of the street lamp doesn't reach this far into the alley, which means Taryon cannot discern the face of the approaching man nor properly shoot a defiant glare at him. The pathetic, bruised look adds a unique flair to the fancy man's glamorous fashion but is at odds at the outgoing personality he displays to others.

Just as he clenches his abs to keep himself from collapsing, one of his assailants makes a confused noise just before he flies backwards and strikes the asphalt. Then another. And the fourth man gears up for another attack, which is when it finally registers that this isn't Taryon's enemy. This is his savior.

And that odd hairstyle reminds him of the Blood Guy. No...it is Blood Guy! Doing non-blood things! Taryon could leap and cheer if he wasn't in incredible pain. Instead, his widened and shining eyes express all the gratitude he feels when he answers:]

...Yes. Please.

[He can't find the energy to shout or muster up vengeance.]
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