[open] sitting on the boardwalk counting shudders

[foeyay]

WHO: Kamui, Open
WHERE: Around Chroma
WHEN: Punishment week
WHAT: Somebody needs to finally tell Kamui about the laptops, forum, and quests. What better time than when he's inexplicably not looking for fights?
WARNINGS: One homicidal maniac trying to be nice to little girls. Also maybe toilet bogeyman.

Punishment: "Kamui will be struck by the impulse, impossible to ignore, to be a good big brother to any of the younger girls and women in the Town. He will have no idea why he wants to do this."


i. accidentally a little sister (for awash's female population)

[Right here. Right here in the middle of the road, there is now a braided redhead blocking the path. Whether this is their first meeting or Kamui has already been a bag of dicks to your poor character, he's smiling like he's surrounded by puppies and rainbows.]

Hold out your hand.

[His hands? Conspicuously hidden between his back and his cloak. But trust him. It'll totally be worth it.]


ii. too much of an idiot (open to all)

[Kamui hums to himself as he meanders through the three sections of Chroma. There's no purpose to his stride, and he doesn't have any particular destination. What he does seem to be interested in is where he can catch snippets of color in the scenery. His attention zigzags from left to right and back again as he makes a mental list of anything and everything that could be useful. Because if monochromatic food is useless, then clearly everything monochromatic is useless. Kamui's logic is undeniable.

After hours of this, he finally stalls, sighing at nothing. His fingers fidget and squirm toward the handle of his parasol, but he pulls them away just before he makes contact and folds him arms over his chest instead.]

Ah, this is pointless. I'm too much of an idiot for this kind of pragmatic, technical footwork. [i.e. He's getting bored.] I should just go hunt some geese and have a big barbecue. Good food makes even the ugliest places more interesting.

It's not like there's anything else to do on this tired little planet.

Comments

quest - blame it on the boogie(man)

[nipzips]

[ Given Josuke's luck, of course the only other person who happens to be in the junkyard scavenging for useful stuff would be this guy. When Josuke sees Kamui, his first thought is that he definitely doesn't want to speak to him. You know how there's always that one guy in school who's really weird and kind of an asshole? That's you, Kamui. You're that guy right now. Josuke doesn't exactly hate him, but he doesn't like him either, and he's not the kind of person to stick around the people he doesn't quite get along with.

Quietly, to himself: ] Damn. Not this guy again. He really sucks. [ Be nice, Josuke?? ]

Maybe if I just sneak off quietly, he won't see me ... [ Except, nope. He just stepped on a creepy old doll and it's making an equally creepy noise. ]

[foeyay]

[Kamui's head pops up from behind a slab of metal when he hears the distinct sound of dying batteries. What he sees isn't a fun new toy, however. It's a fun old toy!]

Ah! [He chuckles, a bit too pleased.] It's the frog guy. If you were looking to escape, you probably should've just hopped away.

[nipzips]

Real funny. I've got a name, you know. It's Josuke.

[ Come to think of it, maybe he's never actually given Kamui his name, so that's ... fair. Josuke can feel himself tiring of the other guy's presence already. He's also keeping a fair bit of distance, just in case the guy's in the mood to brawl once again.

Also, said frog is now living as Okuyasu's pet. Its name is 'Eminem', like the rapper. ]

Did a man named 'Guren' look for you?

[foeyay]

[Kamui instantly lights up when he hears that name.]

Ah! That was you? You sicced the crazy sword-bastard on me?

[Though Josuke is actively trying to keep his distance, Kamui gives no shits. He leaps for him, sparks in his eyes as he reaches to grab Josuke's hands in his. His face can barely contain his massive, toothy grin.]

That was the best fight I've had since I got here! I owe you one, frog guy!

i....

[withwisdom]

[ zelda is said unfortunate soul right now, on her way to her house in bluo when kamui comes along her path. and while she was planning to walk around him, his request makes her stop. ]

My hand? Whatever for?

[foeyay]

It's a surprise, a surprise! [He nods a bit too enthusiastically, trying to reassure her.] So do it.

[withwisdom]

Mhm...

[ but she relents and does so. what could the harm be? ]

[foeyay]

[Any other day? A whole hell of a lot. Today though, Kamui's only ulterior motive is to earn the title of "big brother" that he's shunned so many years.]

Tadaaan!

[Without further ado, Kamui drops a hand-carved stone knife into her hand. It's made from colored cobblestone and actually has a gray-brown hue to it. The edge is jagged, good for cutting, and the rounded end is wrapped in what Zelda will likely recognize as fabric from Bluo curtains.

He winks, raising his pointer finger to his lips to signify that this is supposed to be a secret.]

Just in case.

I

[queenofminiskirts]

[She has no idea who you are but she's putting her hand on her hips with her head cocked to one side.]

Do you realize you seem like the sort of guy they make PSAs about right now?

[foeyay]

Don't say thaaaat.

[Is he whining? Just a little. Then he's leaning in closer, too excited to stay bothered by what she's insinuating.]

I'm trying to be nice! I'm the adult, so I'll be the responsible one, promise! Just hold out your hand.

[queenofminiskirts]

[She stared at him not backing up even as he leaned in closer. Well.]

If it's something creepy I'm going to make you sorry.

[But she's holding out her hand. If it's something dirty she 100% plans to kick him between the legs.]

[foeyay]

[Triumphant, he drops the prize into her outstretched hand. It's a hand-carved stone knife. The stone itself has a gray-brown hue to it, and it's been sharpened to a jagged, cutting edge. The dull end is wrapped in dark blue fabric, the kind seen often on Bluo curtains.]

See? Not creepy at all.

ii

[satanslash]

[Well, he's not the only idiot around Chroma. One in particular has seemingly overheard him, having been on his own trek back to his house in Bluo. Talk of food, naturally, gets Rin's attention easily.]

Well, you're not wrong about food.

[Food, or more specifically cooked meals, is the big thing he's contributing to the town.

He does have one very important question though!]

... what does... pragmatic mean?

[foeyay]

[Kamui turns very, very slowly toward his new companion. He looks him over for a grand total of two seconds before nodding to himself, as if every question he'd had had just been answered in an instant.]

It's being realistic and resourceful. Sort of like when you attack the main boss while he's still in the middle of his villain monologue.

[satanslash]

[O... kay. That was odd.

Rin lets it go, though, focusing on the answer he was given instead.]

Oh. Neat.

[He learned a new word!]

So why are you too much of an idiot for that? Don't sound like an idiot to me.

[foeyay]

[It's okay, Rin. He's just being a judgemental douchebag.]

'Cause I don't have the patience for it! When I look at all that boring work, I just want to bully someone else into doing it instead.

[Only his prime target, his vice-captain, is nowhere to be found. Also, there's the little matter of his promise to Guren. Kamui sighs, crossing his arms over his chest.]

But I'm not supposed to target you small fry anymore.

i.

[good_ideas]

[Oh, it's the fake-cat/rabbit/zombie/breakfast guy.]

Shouldn't I be saying that? Oh, that's right... you're not a cat or a rabbit.

[And can cats and rabbits do a trick like that in the first place, Shiho?!]

[foeyay]

No, I'm not. I'm just the guy giving out free stuff.

[smile smile SMILE]

[good_ideas]

Gross. And has anyone actually taken the "stuff" you're giving out for free?

i

[cutcrease]

[ What's worse.... the fact that Junko immediately holds out her hand, despite seeing his position smack dab in the middle of the road with his hands hidden, or the fact that she chooses to openly question it a second after?? ]

Awwww, Chucky... This is like, soooo sweet? Are you really gonna do somethin' that'll finally impress me?

[foeyay]

I don't know if it's impressive, but I worked hard to make it, so don't cry if it sucks, okay?

[Kamui's smile is soft, gentle as he asks the corpse girl not to cry. That alone should set off warning bells. Both Kamui's tone and demeanor are quite a leap from the irreverent murderer she'd met at the bottom of the well.

He seems to think that's enough warning though because without further ado he drops a piece of carved stone into her outstretched hand. It has an ugly gray-brown hue to it, but more importantly, it's been sharpened to a jagged edge. He's wrapped the rounded end with navy fabric from a curtain he appropriated. It's a knife.]

I can't just let you walk around unarmed, so this'll have to do until we find something more stylish.

[cutcrease]

[ His smile definitely is soft, definitely gentle. It's almost funny, the way he's speaking to her. And she almost laughs, if not for the odd and ugly gift in her hands.

Junko looks positively puzzled as she examines the crudely made knife. In a way she's super uncomfortable, and at the same time completely dazzled by the fact she's given something as practical as a knife before anything else. She loves knives. She hates how she loves knives at this very moment. ]

Did you.... Did you, for real, make this for me? Did you, seriously, carve this knife while thinking about all the Despair-inducing situations I could use it in?

i

[athenite]

[ this is suspicious as hell?????

however, annabeth is also curious as hell, so she holds out her hand. suspiciously! ]

This kind of request usually ends in a few specific ways.

[foeyay]

[Of course, it is. Only Kamui could be the most suspicious when he's putting actual effort into, well, not being suspicious.]

If you call me a pervert too, I won't let you keep it. Perverts are the exact sort of thing this is supposed to help with!

[With that indignant introduction, Kamui promptly plops a hand-carved knife into her hand. It's made from stone, specifically cobblestone from the Ruga district, and has genuine color to it even if that color is a muddy gray-brown. The blade has been sharpened to a jagged edge, thin and dangerous. The blunt end is wrapped in dark blue fabric torn from a pair of curtains.

All in all, a thoughtful if not exactly modern sentiment.]

[athenite]

I more expected a frog or something.

[ it's not a modern sentiment but for a demigod who's been fighting monsters since she was seven...

annabeth actually appreciates the gesture. her eyebrows raise as she turns the knife over. ]

Thank you. I don't think we've met - I'm Annabeth.