[ 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. ]
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). ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
The pawn shop just has one older man at the desk, who peers at Joonghyuk the moment he steps in. Nice coat, nice sword. Clearly, YJH is better off than most, and he's eyeing it all. He sits behind a metal grate with an opening where you do exchanges, like a ticket exchange booth except instead of plexiglass, it's rusted steel.
Behind him sits an array of things, boxes of old material, trays of vials, what have you. He raises a brow, seeing if YJH will speak ip first. ]
[ He certainly does not understand this. But the man will take out his magnifying glass, complaining under his breath about people wasting his time or something of the sort.
At least until he checks the sword, and apparently whatever he sees is enough to blow him back -- almost literally, the way he practically falls off his chair. ]
"What's a guy like you doing with something like this...? No, no. No questions asked. It ain't like I'm a cop anyways! What do you want for it? Can take a couple of vials of smoke for it!"
[ YJH asked him how much but he's also seeing how much YJH thinks it's worth. ]
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[ 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?
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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. ]
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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). ]
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YOU SHOOK ME! IT HURTS! DON'T JUST THROW ME IN THERE!
It is a mixture of angry but also desperate panic. ]
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Speak to me properly.
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WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
Simple and sweet, or really not that sweet. ]
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[ 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. ]
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And after a moment, he just hacks up what he has left and spits at him. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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The pawn shop just has one older man at the desk, who peers at Joonghyuk the moment he steps in. Nice coat, nice sword. Clearly, YJH is better off than most, and he's eyeing it all. He sits behind a metal grate with an opening where you do exchanges, like a ticket exchange booth except instead of plexiglass, it's rusted steel.
Behind him sits an array of things, boxes of old material, trays of vials, what have you. He raises a brow, seeing if YJH will speak ip first. ]
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Also, yes, Joonghyuk looks like he has money (but he doesn't). He crosses his arms as he looks at what's here. ]
What do you sell here?
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"Depends. What're you lookin' to buy? ...Or sell?"
[ It's an incredibly old and dinky establishment. ]
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... What are in the vials?
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[ Delivered flatly. ]
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I am not here for jokes.
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"If you don't even know what's in 'em to begin with, they're nunya business."
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... I have a sword crafted in the 73rd Demon Realm, forged with metal capable of slaying Demon Kings and Constellations. Give me an estimate.
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"Yer telling me you got a sword that kills devils an' consternations and you're gonna sell it to me?"
[ You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice? ]
"Hand it here and I'll see if it's worth what you say it is."
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[ He really does not want to… ]
I’ll keep my hold on it while you appraise. You can reach out to touch it.
[ Sorry, he’s a paranoid bitch. Anyway, he unsheathes. This isn’t gay at all. Our rolls said this is heterosexual. ]
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"Put it on the desk then, weirdo. I'll get my tools."
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You don’t understand that this is his comfort sword. ]
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At least until he checks the sword, and apparently whatever he sees is enough to blow him back -- almost literally, the way he practically falls off his chair. ]
"What's a guy like you doing with something like this...? No, no. No questions asked. It ain't like I'm a cop anyways! What do you want for it? Can take a couple of vials of smoke for it!"
[ YJH asked him how much but he's also seeing how much YJH thinks it's worth. ]
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What kind of smoke are you offering?
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