CYOA week 1: yoo joonghyuk, dimitri, emet-selch

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[malewife]

[ I’m PST so I can shitpost for a bit longer at this time of night.

Opens the bag and tosses meat bag’s ass out. ]

[decaptych]

[ Meatbag tumbles out of his home. Joonghyuk will realise it is some weird old man in a bag, just normal things. But probably the worse and way more concerning part is the fact that he is chonked!!!!!!!. Seriously, the dude is literally vivisected into pieces and based on how much gusto he's been swearing out YJH, is perfectly alive despite it. There is a flurry of curses and screaming as he's dumped out unceremoniously onto the ground, clearly in massive pain.

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! PIECE OF FUCKIN' -- SHIT! FUCK! I'M SERIOUSLY NOT TELLING YOU SHIT, FUCK!!!

Very wise words, such riveting conversation. ]

[malewife]

[ I actually meant he would throw his ass chunk specifically out, but… This is okay. He isn’t perturbed. ]

You want to stay out of the bag where animals or hungry cannibals may come and make an easy meal out of you?

[ Speak to him politely, stupid old man. Or else. ]

You will tell me.

[decaptych]

[ He is already literally in pieces, his life could not possibly get worse. He really wishes Joonghyuk would have just thrown him in the fire and called him a day, but no.

MY ASS?! YOU THREW OUT MY LITERAL ASS LIKE YOU WEREN'T GONNA LEAVE IT FED TO THE ANIMALS WITHOUT THE REST OF ME ANYWAY? FUCK YOU, I GOT NO MORE INFORMATION TO GIVE YOU, YOU SHITTY SORCERER! AT LEAST I'LL BE DEAD ONCE THE RATS EAT ME...

This is fine. ]

[malewife]

You are resisting.

[ Throws another chunk out, but more of a baseball throw over the city. I guess this will be a foot. Please somehow have it land wherever Dimitri is. ]

Reconsider. There may be a doctor or a healer that can return you to how you were if they have most of your body.

[decaptych]

[ Okay I guess. ]

HEH HEH HEH... FAT CHANCE... THE HEALER WORKS WITH THE GUY THAT DID THIS TO ME, YOU KNOW...? AND THEY DUMPED ME, HERE, IN THIS SHITTY HOLE... I'VE GOT NOTHING LEFT TO GIVE. I'VE GOT NOTHING FOR YA.

JUST LET ME DIE ALREADY, IF YOU'VE EVEN GOT A BIT OF KINDNESS LEFT IN YA.

[malewife]

[ This isn’t enough taunt to throw another chunk and me praying it goes to Emet… Teej is spared. ]

Tell me about the man who did this to you and why he targets you before you die. If you do, I’ll at least bury you.

[decaptych]

[ Please you can't just keep throwing this man's body parts everywhere and hope this is the solution. I'm sure eventually you'll reach some kind of conclusion but I don't know if it'll help you. It's just something you did. Anyway, the Cross-Eye spits again. Not necessarily at YJH but he doesn't really have much control right now.

A FUCKING CLEANER OF HIS... THEY'RE NOTHING MORE THAN A SHITTY MAFIA FAMILY. A YAKUZA! THAT'S WHAT THEY REALLY ARE! THEY KNOW FUCKIN' NOTHING, BUT WILL CUT US LESSER SORCERERS UP LIKE WE'RE WORTH SHIT. GUESS WHO'S FAULT THIS ALL IS TO START WITH, HUH? HEH HEH...

The chonked body laughs, a low dry cackle, wheeze.

WHY AM I LIKE THIS...? BEATS ME, ASSHOLE. THEY'RE JUST SADISTS.

A bloody grin at him. ]

[malewife]

Your group must have caused problems if they’d consider coming down to take care of those they deem lesser. What of those who are not sorcerers?

[ Tell him more about this social climate, chunked man. He will start lugging him toward a certain direction. ]

… I saw a graveyard from the roof of the hospital.

[decaptych]

[ Pained grunts here and there as your chonked man is lugged towards said certain direction.

NOTHING UNFAIR, I ASSURE YOU... JUST BUSINESS. HEH HEH. IF THEIR COMFY, CUSHY ASSES CAN FLOCK AROUND EN AND HIS RICH-FEEDING SYSTEM, WHY CAN'T WE FLOCK AROUND OUR OWN?... WHO CARES ABOUT THE HUMANS. WE'VE GOT OUR OWN PROBLEMS.

Lamps flicker. The smell of gasoline and rust fills your nostrils as you walk. ]

[malewife]

En is the head sorcerer here, then… Even if it isn’t unfair what your group did, it must have been a threat to his power or control.

[ He doesn’t quite care, but also maybe En is a threat… They can keep heading to the graveyard. He does intend to bury mister chunky. ]

Where is this place? This realm… And I was serious when I asked about the “Blue Night.”

[decaptych]

[ The head grumbles, slightly less hostile, and more just moody. Fair enough, given his chonked nature, being forced to live in a trashbag, now ass and footless... what an existence.

HEH... YEAH, PROBABLY. FUCK IF I KNOW, THINK THEY SAID THEY'D DUMP ME IN HOLE. EMBARRASSMENT, THAT IS. LIKE DOING THIS TO ME WASN'T ALREADY BAD ENOUGH...

WHY'RE YOU INTERESTED IN BLUE NIGHT? IT'S JUST A DUMB FESTIVAL. IT'S NOT LIKE THE LIKES OF ME WOULD EVER GET TO ATTEND.

[malewife]

I can’t give you a proper burial, but it’ll be better than a hole.

[ It will be… I guess a rectangle. Or hopefully there’s already a ditch made for people cause he won’t waste his time digging deep. ]

I might attend even if I’m not allowed. [ He would break in uninvited, honestly. ] Someone I’m searching for might be there. If it’s swarming with violent sorcerers, I would prefer to be prepared to kill them all.

[decaptych]

[ YJH arriving at the graveyard... it looks nice, actually, the main part. It's very Buddhist graveyard. Tell me if this looks okay to you because it's a FanWiki image and FanWiki links get weird. However, to find an open spot, he'll have to go out a bit further, and it gets pathetic real quick.

Looks like holes in the ground, but like people weren't able to make them actual nice burial grounds. It's just mound of dirt after mound of dirt, not in ideal clean rows, people working away. It starts to rain, slightly and quietly, one drop at a time.

There is a shovel near a tree if he'd like.

I MEANT HOLE, THE PLACE, DICK... THERE ARE BETTER PLACES TO DIE, BUT FUCK IT -- PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE THIS FOR LONGER. BUT HEY... HEH HEH. IF GHOSTS ARE REAL, I'D SURE AS HELL WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT HAPPEN!

Spite, of course. He'd rather see all of the En Family rot.

...YOU'RE, UH. YOU'RE NOT GONNA BURY ME ALIVE, RIGHT...?

Pretty please? ]

[malewife]

[ Help. Calling him a dick makes him tempted to throw another chunk elsewhere, but the sound of “please” stays his hand. ]

[ Fortunately, I know what those look like. Idk why my mobile tag wrote this here but this bracket is meant for the cemetery. ]

… What. You expect me to wait here until you die?

[ The tone is very “what do I get out of it?” He goes quiet as he digs a little more in one of the open spots or already made ditches, just a bit before stopping. ]

Have you heard of Aikawa?

[decaptych]

[ His chunks!!! The meatbag wheezes.

I WANT YOU TO KILL ME. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS, BEING LIKE THIS? PUT ME OUT MAN, I DON'T CARE HOW, JUST MAKE IT QUICK, FOR DEVILS' SAKE.

There is a pause. Idk if you're actually looking at his face but it's just a scrunch of red-crossed eyes, thought.

SOUNDS LIKE A SORCERER, BUT DON'T KNOW 'EM. AIN'T ONE OF OURS. ]

[malewife]

[ Hm. ]

I’m less inclined to listen to your dying wish when you cursed at me earlier.

[ Maybe beg a little more or be more polite, I don’t know. Joonghyuk is unfortunately pissy and volatile. So I’ll see how he’ll respond when the tag comes.

He starts tossing the body parts into hole (not derogatory). ]

[decaptych]

[ His grave hole...

YOU SHOOK ME! IT HURTS! DON'T JUST THROW ME IN THERE!

It is a mixture of angry but also desperate panic. ]

[malewife]

[ … Mister Chunks is not wrong, but that isn’t the point. ]

Speak to me properly.

[decaptych]

[ Yoo 'I expect people to know what I mean' Joonghyuk. I, OOCly, probably do, but this man doesn't know shit.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

Simple and sweet, or really not that sweet. ]

[malewife]

Politely.

[ STOP CURSING AND STOP MEAN ]

Your last words.

[ I guess this is where we see if man is buried alive or dead. It’s just his head left that yjh has to toss into the ditch. ]

[decaptych]

[ There is a long silence, here. The head stares at YJH, eye twitching in anger, pain, but more than anything -- a growing hatred. It's a look that says 'you're no different, after all'.

And after a moment, he just hacks up what he has left and spits at him. ]

[malewife]

[ You just needed to speak normal and not curse for him to be somewhat nice, you stupid old man. He tosses the head into the ditch, doesn’t even bury him, and walks off. Disgusted, he wipes off the SPIT. Gross.

To be honest, Joonghyuk would fit well in Dorohedoro.

Anyway, can we go to where those street lights were… Was that a location of interest. I am falling asleep. ]

[decaptych]

[ Goodbye, meatbag, good riddance. Maybe the rain will fall harder and he'll mercifully drown in the ditch or something.

If Joonghyuk wants to wander a bit, why not. Is he bringing the shovel with, btw? He can see the street lights, but there isn't much that seems particularly interesting. There's a pawn shop, though, and also... a bare lot, weirdly enough, that somehow draws his attention. Something was there, at some point, but it's been torn down since. He may pick one of these. ]

[malewife]

[ No. The shovel can be returned.

THERE'S LIKE... NO PEOPLE HERE? WHAT THE FUCK. Let's go to the pawn shop first to see if he can find someone who won't curse the shit out of him. If no one is present, he might just loot stuff. He isn't a good man. ]