EVENT & TDM 029

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WAKE UP

A house springs up in Aldric’s Grove one day. That comes with the usual tidings of autumn — the leaves change colour, the air gets colder, pumpkins and squash start growing out of the sides of buildings and damaging rooftops, and people emerge out of caskets in square graves that have yet to be covered.

…

Yeah, all of that is normal. You may find that people here before you are willing to help pull you out of your grave, if you ask nicely enough. Maybe they’ll even tell you that you aren’t dead! Yet.

But don’t worry about that. Let’s worry about the house, which is inhabited by the dead — specifically a family of skeletons, who wave everyone, new arrival and old citizen, within their walls. A cloth sign hanging on the awning outside reads “BONE-JANGLES HAUZ! COM IN GET FUD”. The Bone-Jangles are a family of eight — Mr. Bone-Jangles himself wearing a sheet ghost costume for Halloween, Ms. Bone-Jangles wearing a pumpkin hat and an apron as she sets food from your homeworld on the table, and their six skeleton children (“children” may be generous, as these are full-sized adult skeletons, but is your baby not your baby no matter how old they may be?) are wearing various animal costumes. Bees, wolves, cats, the sort.

If you just crawled out of a grave, they permit you to use their shower before dinner. The water pressure is a touch too low, and the soap is several hundred years old, but it’ll get the dirt off.

You return to dinner with the skeleton family and several other Grove residents who came for the party, and despite the oddness of the situation, it’s a lovely time. At the end of the night, before everyone plans to head off to Roseroot — a city to the north, just over the mountains, which you are hopefully informed of by your peers before they all ditch you here to go on vacation — Mr. Bone-Jangles hands you a bag of microwave popcorn and an oversized chocolate bar. Trick-or-Treat!

A note attached to the inside of the chocolate bar wrapper reads in Ms. Bone-Jangles’ curly handwriting: “Be cautious on your journey tomorrow morning.”

You go to sleep holding the well-wishes close to your chest.

…WAKE UP?

What do you last remember?

You were somewhere. Not here. Not within this city. Were you at home? With your friends? At the bar, the cafe, one of the churches, the General Store? The Bone-Jangles’ house? …How did you get here?

…that’s right. The truck. A truck had barrelled through the woods a week ago, with two people stumbling out of it and telling you they could get you out of here. The truck was small, though — at most, it could fit six of you, and that was assuming all six of you packed light for the journey. You talked with who you were journeying alongside as you rode in the bed of the truck, while two others in the vehicle proper got to talk to the drivers. The ride had been bumpy, the car travelling at a medium clip through rough terrain. At one point, the car’s driver had shouted that those of you in the back should “hold on tight” and floored it, nearly jiggling someone next to you out of the back seat as you approached the mountains.

You did not remember the mountains being so close to the Grove. Weren’t they much farther away? You remember the—

The…

…

You’re in Roseroot! The truck comes and goes throughout the day, dropping people off before it turns around and heads out again. Some of your peers who were particularly fast or could fly might have opted to simply follow alongside the truck. Maybe if you can find one of them, they can help you bring your stuff further into the city? Where are you going to live from here, speaking of? In a house? A mansion? A hole-in-the-wall restaurant? You feel like you’re missing something as you wander the beautifully-paved streets on foot. You remembered to pack your toothbrush, right? A change of clothes?

The thought of “someone” comes to your mind, but the silhouette is blurry. A person nearby you asks if you remember two gargoyles with purple skin, and a shadowy woman with her turtle, and a kindly shopkeeper with salt-and-pepper hair, that they think they might’ve left behind in the Grove. You shake your head.

You would remember people like that.

THE CITY OF ROSES

Roseroot is a beautiful city, truly. Every building is beautifully designed, roses of all colors and sizes growing from the ground floor to window boxes to special trellises and even on the rooftops. It's almost overwhelming. A river flows through it, framed with stone sidewalks and curved wooden bridges. Warm streetlights line every few yards, illuminating it even in the dark. Museums and theaters can be found all over, and there's even an aquarium! … It's only got water and plants, but it's there. Truly, this is what one might expect from an affluent city dedicated to flowers and scholarly pursuits!

… It's just… empty. Not a single soul aside from the lot of you can be found. Businesses still provide services, but by who, and how? The answer eludes even the most curious of folk. If you choose to steal, dine and dash, break in to something, well. You can, and nothing is going to stop you. But the emptiness of it all is jarring, isn't it?

Of course it's not. This is how it's supposed to be!

As the days pass, however, the beauty begins to fade. Flowers wilt. A strange substance seems to grow out of cracks, creep up windows, grow. The beautiful sky gets darker, cloudier, drearier. A fog creeps in. And when you sleep- and you will sleep- you dream. Maybe it's the sweetest dream of your life, and maybe its a nightmare. Maybe it's something incredibly silly! What a pity that the dream doesn't stay in your head. Or stay as pleasant as your dream might have been.

Soon the fog is so thick, you can barely see the next streetlight. And you are no longer alone. But the trucks are gone, and the city borders seem to have vanished.

A PLACE YOU CANNOT LEAVE

The fog does not fade. But sometimes, you can hear something- just out of sight. The giggles of childish, cruel whispering. The sound of glass breaking, footsteps dragging across the pavement. Twisted beings born of your worst traumas shamble through the fog, lashing out, hunting, seeking, wanting. Every day the remains of Roseroot grow more dilapidated, some buildings even crumbling and collapsing while others cease existing all together. Roads vanish or twist to loop around into giant circles. Safety is growing limited, but how does one escape?

That may be on the forefront of your mind, but it's not something you can focus on- not while you're fighting off these monsters.

How does one get supplies when grocery stores are claimed by sudden bursts of an all-consuming rot? How does one sleep when those monsters could be anywhere, when one has to keep moving?

Fight on. Protect yourself. The way will show itself soon. You just have to outlast your pains made manifest.

MONSTERS ENCOUNTERED

This list will be updated as the event goes on, but feel free to pull from any monsters from our toplevel below as well in case updates are delayed!

An unholy, angel-like being found stationary in a warehouse. The top half of her body hangs down from a portal in the ceiling, and no matter which way you face, she can twist around to track you. Her wails and sobs cause hallucinations, panic attacks, dissociations, and crippling self-doubt; when characters are distracted, she will attempt to sever them with two oversized swords.

A shambling, undead, fully-armoured knight with seven swords stabbed into it, most of which through the back and one of which through the head. Each sword is engraved with words; five of them say “sacrifice”, one says “the one you loved most”, and the last says “hubris”. The knight wanders the city streets and attacks indiscriminately.

Seven assassins wrapped entirely in black robes and bandages to hide their identities. When they are being looked at, they become stationary, therefore they try to spread apart within their pack to keep most of them able to move. They move like glitchy robots with jerking and seizing limbs, yet are fast enough to slit throats in an instant, and largely stick to alleyways and tight corners to get a drop on someone.

A hand-monster called the Docent, who hides in the shadows and exacerbates negative emotions and insecurities. Even if you can't see it yet, if it's nearby, you will feel cold and miserable. Its physical form is made up of hands and if it catches you, it will add yours to the collection.

Mannequin-like people who look similar to Firefly, wearing plug suits and acting as mannequins in storefronts primarily. They will not "activate" until you come close to them, where they will be like dolls that creak and crackle and either start moving or pull themselves up off the ground to slowly chase you. They are dangerous in numbers, not as much as a single unit. They only speak if Firefly is around, saying things like "you let us die", "you didn't protect us", etc. By the end of the time in Roseroot, most will default be splayed on the ground all over looking dead, but they aren't.

The Swarm, a mass horde of diverse insectoid creatures with the sole drive to propagate and spread. They're big, and can hide invisible if they choose. They will start in small numbers, but slowly spread throughout the town during the end of their stay. They will swarm you and attack if they see you.

A young man with cat ears who has been burnt to a crisp and is still smouldering, who will wander the city and attempt to set people on fire.

A pack of small robotic bears with various weapons who run around indiscriminately and try to kill anyone they see. Despite how armed they are, they are easily defeated, but they roam in extremely large packs.

A phantom that specifically stalks Till, covered in blood and with several bullet wounds through various parts of his body. Characters who spend a lot of time around Till may have to watch out…

Shadows shaped like people on the walls, always watching, whispering, giggling, pointing. If one gets too close to them, they can reach out and attack like a particularly brutal child bully might- and like children, they do not know when they are going too far.

Shambling skeletons or rotting bodies dressed in strange village clothes, waiting to drag whoever they seek out into the earth.

An almost giant skeletal bird caught ablaze, trapped humans within its ribcage forming a grotesque heart. It does not fly, and molten poison drips from it.

Young men and women in a black uniform, half-gripping swords. Their footsteps sounds like bottles breaking. Soon enough they are accompanied by their killers as well.

A very tall priest in holy regalia... except his face is a mass of writhing blue tentacles of varying lengths, singing the song of the Seaborn. He shambles like he no longer remembers how legs work, swaying like a drunk almost, always wandering and reaching for his target. He sings a song of an unknown language, haunting and mesmerizing. If somehow you anger him, he will throw rocks at you... and if he gets his hands on you he will absolutely try to eat and/or assimilate you.

A monster that changes shape whenever you blink. It is normally faceless, and usually appears to look like some abomination-adjacent version of people you know.

A monster that wears clothing of a holy priest, with far, far too many arms. It "attacks" by trying to grab onto you and try to hug you almost comfortingly, while two hands strangle with rosary beads.

A creature that takes the form of something in the water- you'll never truly see what it looks like. But if you get too close to the river, something will reach out and try to drag you under.

A headless mannequin dressed in kingly finery, wielding a heavy sword. It wanders in search of one person, but will stop to kill anyone else it finds too.

An Ifrit, bleeding from a wound not unlike the ones Joshua inflicted upon Clive. It's furious. It's terrified. It will see your death done.

Shadows that, while not the most harmful things, will whisper, gossip and grab and pinch and punch and tear! They say things to characters reflecting their deepest insecurities. In short, the shadows are school bullies.

Two figures, a man and a woman, sewn together by the half. They bicker in a ghoulish language at each other, but are largely uncaring of others. When they find Zoey, they all but descend upon her, both wanting her for themselves and uncaring if they pull too hard in one direction or another. Their grip is like iron, and they're capable of tearing others in half.

A man-shaped monster whose head is a black skull. He wears a suit, tie, and gloves, and carries a rotating number of weapons- pliers, knife, scalpel, hacksaw, hammer, anything that might be used for torture, smeared with blood. Sometimes he just has a gun. He moves in an uncanny, inhuman jerk, and prefers his victims trapped and isolated. He will passively darken the area around him, turning working lights dim, and is accompanied by the sound of a power drill and his own creepy laughter.

Something dark, mostly shapeless, but the size of a large man, with bat-shaped spikes coming out of its head. Or maybe they're bat ears? He is able to shoot projectiles with deadly speed, sharp enough to gouge a hole in metal. They disappear like smoke once they've hit their mark. When faced more or less head-on, shoots a grapling hook at its victim with enough force to seriously maim, uses it to pull them close and break their bones. May appear suddenly from behind and break bones before you have a chance to react. He moves sometimes as a literal shadow, but when outside of shadow form, moves with grace and speed. Sometimes his presence is accompanied by flashbangs, smoke, and the sound of radio static or ringing in your ears. Otherwise, it is completely silent and doesn't even breathe.

A monster wearing armour and carrying tomahawk axes, with crablike appendages protruding from her abdomen that have pincer-claws. The semi-congealed gore that drips from them can be sprayed at enemies. As she talks, she claims to know "what you really are" and can absolutely back that claim up.

A brutish monster that is constantly on fire. He moves quickly enough to "blaze past" you, and likely set you on fire by proximity. Otherwise, he boasts impressive and inhuman strength.

A doll with swords through it that leaks toxic ooze as it moves around. Slow and moves around pathetically, looking as if in pain, and moving as if crying. Gives hugs instead of attacking, but the swords through it will hurt you if you let it, and the toxic ooze feels akin to acid.

A shambling amalgam of corpses and heads much akin to the Cramped Casket that pulls itself with its many arms across the ground. It easily spans around 12 feet tall. At the very front of it of it is the upper half of a young boy. It attacks by slamming itself into the ground where you stand, and is otherwise silent... unless you are Elsword, in which case it asks, "why didn't you save me?"

A monster that looks like a pirate that's on fire. Permanently. To most, it only appears to be leaving scorched earth in its wake. To Mizuki, it looks like everything around it is burning. It attacks with a cutlass, and otherwise looks mostly humanoid.

An ambling monstrosity that easily towers any house and building. It moves slowly, and seems as if it's "sliced" down the middle, with two "heads" and a mangled body. One arm carries a harpoon, one arm carries a kitchen cleaver. They mutter conflicting questions that, if you answer, you'll be contradicting the other. "Should we go left?" "Should we go right?" asked simultaneously, so answering "yes" would be answering both. Things like that. To kill it, you have to pick a head to cut off, and if you choose wrong, it instantly grows back and you'll have to try again.

A small, cute puppet with a circle of knifes protruding from its neck. It constantly cries and attacks by trashing around like a child. It doesn't even seem to be aiming for anything specifically, but its thrashing is so wild and erratic the knives in its neck are bound to hit you anyway if you don't put distance between the two of you.

An angel with wings and a halo of light that towers around 10-12 feet tall. It's head is replaced with a bouquet of flowers and it's hands are fused together in a constant prayer.Everywhere it walks, it leaves flowers behind, but they wilt and decay and rot within seconds and stay as a stain upon the land. It attacks by summoning blades of light from the ground under your feet. If you listen closely, you can hear soft singing.

A cloaked being with black crystals growing out of it who floats along the ground. It freezes anything it touches solid in blackened ice, and a trail of said ice follows after it. The air becomes frigid when it is close by.

A loud, ravenous monster that is majority mouth with waaay too many teeth. More dog-like than human shaped. Does not have eyes and thus cannot see, but can hear a pen drop. While it will bite to kill, it plays with its food. Lashes with claws and attempts to do anything it can to hurt you as much as possible before you break.

A mass of black crystals, the shape appears to be in that of Faust. Its arm is replaced with that of a crossbow. Its bolts are enough to shatter concrete. Despite being made of stone, it is very fast.

A monster that takes the shape of prey animals, starting off as smaller ones, then becoming larger ones as it stalks you. It does not necessarily attack, keeping a distance. But the more it watches, the more starved for food you feel. You haven't eaten in a while, have you? Are you hungry? Are you going to die because you can't eat? Aren't you just a waste of space if can't kill something to feed yourself? Killing it won't be easy, as it is fast, but if you do manage to, it will fall to the ground immediately as rotten, disgusting mass of meat that is not safely edible. The monster will spawn in again as it's smaller form all over again if not eaten.

A small army of husk-like creatures. They're just so hungry. Won't you help them? Won't you feed them? They appear like demons, with the stronger ones looking like some of Mystery's old friends...

A large, train-sized worm patterned in purple stripes. They have four eyes above their gator-like mouths which are full of sharp teeth. Their backs are ridged with green shark fins. Sandworms burrow through the ground at alarming speeds and feast on the dead along anything else they can catch. They aren't picky.

Spark Notes

summary

WAKE UP: Good morning! It's autumn! New arrivals are crawling out of graves, Mr. Bone-Jangles has invited everyone to his house, and everyone is having a nice little family Halloween get-together.
…WAKE UP?: Do you remember your old life? The people you left behind? ...of course not! You barely remember the truck ride over here! Welcome to Roseroot! Enjoy your vacation!
THE CITY OF ROSES: Roseroot is a beautiful, empty city. It's clearly a wealthy place, connected with nature, but you lot are the only ones there. ... That's how it's supposed to be, of course. But something forces you into sleep, and when you dream something awakens. ... Now that it's awake, something is making the city rot.
A PLACE YOU CANNOT LEAVE: The city is falling apart, rotting, vanishing and looping into itself and you are not alone. Monsters born from your trauma are out to hunt you down. Thankfully, they can be killed. You just have to keep fighting, even as places of rest and food dwindle rapidly.

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Hello everyone! Welcome to our October TDM. This is a reminder that TDMs are considered game canon. This is our last TDM of 2025! November-December will be check-in AC and we will be back to our regular schedule with a TDM in January 2026. If there are questions, please hit up the toplevels below.

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Genya Shinazugawa | Demon Slayer | Current Player, "New" Muse

[namuthing]

i. Your Shadow, it Used to be Near Me — The Grove

[Yeah, so, the grumpy teenager is still here. He’s more or less kept to the inn since the Circus. Things have settled down, but he can’t help but fear the worst. When he closes his eyes, he swears he stills that deadly green blade being swung at him, ready to slay him like the demon he —

Eventually the thoughts get to be too much. On that day, he approaches the statues of Beiwe and Ourania. They seem… pretty damn important, he guesses. But hey, it’s the biggest object he can find, and it’s not like he’s going to get very far.

He half-crouches in front of one of the statues and begins muttering to himself. Anyone who caught his scrawling in the netbooks last month will probably recognize the words of the Nembutsu

He keeps chanting even as he places his palms against the statue and begins to push. And push. And push.

The statue does not budge.]

ii. Say, My Love, I Can Picture You Down Here in a Haze — Roseroot, pre-fog

[Genya doesn’t exactly want to leave the Grove. He’d only just gotten settled in, after all. It seems, however, that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter, given the fact that everyone else is leaving. Still wary of running into that monster once more, Genya hops into the back of the truck on one of the last journeys out. He keeps to himself, arms tucked around his knees. Only once does he close his eyes —

And finds himself in the heart of Roseroot. He stumbles in his step, looking back and forth as he tries to figure out just when the landscape changed. He puts a hand out to anyone nearby, glancing this way and that as he tries to make heads or tails of his current situation.]

Wait a second.

[If it were Sanemi here, he would have detected the Blood Demon Art before it went off. Genya, however, can only work backward from what he’s seen.

His gun is swiftly pulled out as he aims it to the left, then the right, then -

The wind blows in just the wrong way and, with a terrible noise, a window is shot clean through. Genya stares upward at the mess he’s just made and… promptly realizes that nothing at all appears to be wrong.]

I, uh - [Abruptly aware of himself, Genya takes a step away from whoever’s deigned to join him. His cheeks flush a bright, vicious red.] Never mind. Sorry. Bye.

[If you want answers, you’re going to have to stop him from running away.]

iii. Talking Out Loud, the Nights Could be Weary — Roseroot, mid-fog

[If you happened to witness Genya’s fear monster last month, then maybe this sight will look the same. A figure with white hair and wild eyes stalks toward him. But where last month it was a grown adult hellbent on killing Genya, this? This is no more than a child. Clutched in his hand is the hair of an older woman, from which a severed head dangles.

He doesn’t attack. He doesn’t do anything save for extending a single finger at Genya. There’s grit in the figure’s voice as he speaks, as if he had cried so many tears that he’d dried himself out.]

You turned your back on me. You betrayed me, little brother.

And then he takes another step forward. Genya, meanwhile, remains frozen in place. He stares at the boy before him, and cannot seem to bring himself to break the spell.]

iv. Oh, But We Were Just Kids — Wildcard


[Bully him, it’s fun.]

iii.

[outofsynth]

[Attacking a child, even one holding something as horrifying as this one, is just not something Min can bring himself to do. He isn't attacking, so maybe he doesn't need to?

That said, the other guy clearly needs something to help break him free of his trance. Min-Gi grabs his arm, pulling it as he tries to encourage him to run with him.]

Come on. We have to get out of here.

[He really hopes he'll run, otherwise his options to help are limited.]

[namuthing]

[Genya stumbles back, then turns as if it snap. Something, however, stops him short. It could be the reality of the situation their in, perhaps. Or maybe Genya is learning for once.

Either way, he presses his lips into a thin line and nods. Even as he tries to move away, though, he can't seem to tear his eyes off of the child. The words haunt him, echoing in his head even though the child has stayed silent.]

Don't turn your back on him. [Genya hardly realizes he's speaking.] He's the best swordsman I know.

[Maybe not like this. But then, Sanemi had survived long enough to reach the corps, so who could really say.]

[outofsynth]

[That seems hard to believe, but then given just what he has in his hands....]

O-okay...

[Min is starting to think that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Running the traditional way is clearly out if they have to keep watching, but it's not like they'll be able to make much progress like that.

He slips his mini-synth out of his pocket cautiously, watching for any sudden movement from the boy.]

Hold on. I'm going to put up a barrier.

[With that said he's quick to flick the switch to turn it on and start playing the tune that will put up a shield around them. Much as he doesn't want to startle his new companion, he also doesn't want to give the child the chance to attack.]

[namuthing]

[Despite Genya's words, the boy behind them shows no interest in outright attacking. Nor does he try to really give chase. Even if they increase their speed, the boy remains walking steadily. Not a single glance is given to Min-Gi, those eyes are trained exclusively on Genya.

He is a little surprised to watch the shield come up, but perhaps not as much as he could be. Sure, most breathing attacks are offensive, and never last more than a few moments save a few exceptions, but it's not entirely unbelievable to the boy.

What's more impressive is the fact that Min-Gi doesn't use a sword to do it. Hell, he doesn't use a weapon at all.]

What kind of swordsman are you, anyway?

[outofsynth]

[The eyes being locked on the other guy doesn't make him feel any better. That could change at any moment, and even if it doesn't... he feels sort of responsible for his safety now.

He gives him a confused look at the question, that not being a question he's ever been asked, or that he'd ever thought he would be asked.]

I'm a musician.

[Min-Gi angles the mini-synth so that Genya can see it better even as he keeps playing, though it may not become any more obvious than it had been.]

I wouldn't know how to use a sword even if I did have one.

[namuthing]

[That answer.... doesn't make any sense. Not to Genya, who's so used to the way things are in his world. Only Demon Slayers could stand up to something like this. He does have half of a mind to ask if being a musician had anything to do with sound breathing but. No, that'd be stupid. This guy didn't have a thing in common with Uzui, to say the least.]

But you're - [Talented, is what he wants to say. Everything that Genya still wasn't. But he doesn't. He simply nods.]

There's a building up ahead. We'll step behind it, and I'll shoot a window across the street. Hopefully he goes for the sound of glass breaking, and not for us. That's when we run.

[He can practically hear Sanemi's voice accusing him of being a coward. He'll beat himself up over it later.]

[outofsynth]

[He's what? Min-Gi's lips tug down in a slight frown, but given the situation they're in he doesn't push him to answer.

He only nods, looking over towards the building he's pointed out. He looks young, but that also seems like a solid plan. Much better than keeping on playing and hoping that he gets bored before Min-Gi's hands get too tired.]

Okay.

[Min definitely sounds nervous, but he's ready. He hopes.]

[namuthing]

[Is it a little nerve wracking, being the one calling the shots? Just a little. Genya is a nobody, barely scraping by as a Demon Slayer as far as he's concerned. People like Tanjiro are the ones who can come up with plans, effortlessly finding a path through the chaos. What Genya's thrown together feels pathetic at best.

But this guy is willing to listen to him? What kind of idiot -

He pushes the thought from his head. He can beat himself up later, when he doesn't have someone else's life in the palm of his hands. For now, he steadies himself with the only breathing he knows how to do, and waits until they step around the corner. Only then does he lift his hand, expertly firing the shotgun with one hand while pulling Min-Gi in the opposite direction.

Sanemi takes the bait, bursting into motion and leaping through the broken window. That's all Genya lets himself see before he faces forward, sprinting as fast as his body will allow.]

[outofsynth]

[Min-Gi remains blissfully (?) unaware of the inner monologue, holding the tune that's keeping the barrier up while he waits to see if the plan works.

It had seemed like a good idea, but Min still lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when the kid follows the shot. Not that any sense of relief lasts long. He's clearly capable of being fast, which could be dangerous for them if they don't move themselves.

He drops the stylus, letting it dangle from the body of the mini-synth as he runs after Genya, not daring to look back now they don't have any protection.]

[namuthing]

[Genya loses track of how long they run for. Certainly not as long as he, personally, could have — but likely just under. Right now, his body is only slightly more hearty than a well-trained humans. Which means he's frustratingly weak compared to the monsters they're up against.

Mostly, though, he keeps on Min-Gi, and once he starts to flag, he allows himself to slow down. He's kept an eye out for any pursuing monsters, but thankfully nothing seems keen to have chased after them. It's a small relief.]

You - You good?

[outofsynth]

[Even with the times he's had to flee with his time in the Grove, Min-Gi's stamina is easily less than a well-trained human. It hurts to breathe by the time they come to a stop, and it's fortunate there are no monsters close enough to hear with how loud it is. He leans against a nearby wall that's still solid enough to hold his weight, unable to check in with Genya immediately.

He nods a little to at least acknowledge the questions, but it's a good minute before he can wheeze out a response, and even then it's with difficulty.]

Y-yeah.... a- you?

[namuthing]

[It takes only a few seconds for Genya to at least recuperate enough to be on the alert. There might not be any monsters yet, but it's only a matter of time, especially with the guy breathing like he is. Not that he holds it against him.]

Yeah. Been... through worse.

[He does give his companion a once over, just to be sure. He doesn't smell blood or anything, but it can't hurt to make sure.]

That was... really cool what you did back there. Thanks.

i. hi :)

[averageineverything]

[seeing one guy, obviously a teenager despite his size, trying to move a bigass statue by hand is... odd, to say the least. senjuro doesn't know if it's an attempted act of vandalism or public service, but either way, the stranger is surely going to throw his back out, or worse, in trying.

veering off-course from his original path, he approaches with quiet hesitation. it's difficult to get a word in between the boy's chant, and it feels terrible to interrupt, but...]

Um -- e-excuse me. May I ask what you're trying to do...?

[namuthing]

[Genya is halfway through his next chant and a handful of inches into actually moving the statue, when he hears that little voice. Frustration rips through him, and he whips his head around to scold whoever decided to interrupt him —

only to feel the words die on his lips.

Genya never met Rengoku, not face to face. The closest he ever got was hearing about the man's death from the crows. Still, he's seen him in passing, would surely recognize that hair anywhere. And while Genya might be a disrespectful shit to most people, his master has taught him to respect the slayers that rank above him.

Obviously he knows that whoever this is, he isn't the Hashira. But the hair is similar enough to recognize a familial connection. And he's pretty damn sure he'd be in deep shit if he started ripping into Rengoku's little brother.

Instead, he grits his teeth and screams internally, before finally gritting out:]

Training.

[Then he's back to reciting the nembutsu.]

[averageineverything]

[up close, he recognizes the corps uniform on the other boy. he isn't sure whether to be relieved or worried that yet another person from their world has been dragged here -- but at least it isn't another demon, he supposes.]

Training...?

[that certainly doesn't make it sound like he's trying to move the statue for the good of the town, though it does alleviate at least some of his worry for the guy's spine. slayers are in a class well above the average human; as much as senjuro can't comprehend single-handedly moving that statue, it isn't unreasonable to think the older boy could.

... he still can't work up the courage to tell genya off, though. even if he isn't a corps member himself, senjuro likewise considers himself below even a mizunoto. for the moment, he just... stares, with those wide, burning eyes, even as he feels his face reddening and the back of his neck dampening from sweat.]

[namuthing]

[The statue just starts to creep out of its position when Senjuro speaks again. Concentration broken, Genya instead whips his head around. Slightly too-sharp teeth are bared at the boy as he looms over him. Whatever self-control he'd cobbled together earlier is rapidly deteriorating.]

Are you deaf or something?! That's what I said!! [He tries to turn back to the statue but... only feels annoyed at the sight of it. Instead he throws his hands up.]

What the hell do you want, anyway?

cw implied physical abuse

[averageineverything]

[despite himself, senjuro can't help but recoil from the last motion genya makes. but nothing follows his raised hands except more words, so he tries to recover as quickly as he's able. there's still a slight tremble to his shoulders and words, but he tries to make his voice bolder.]

Th-that -- well, isn't there anything else you could train with? That statue seems really important. Maybe you shouldn't move it...

[namuthing]

[Some part of Genya recognizes that expression. He pulls his hands back toward himself, then down into his pockets. He's still gnashing his teeth but that's just normal behavior for him at this point.]

... It's the heaviest thing around. But whatever. I'll leave the stupid statue alone.

[With nothing more to do here now, he decides to try and stalk off. Guilt roils within his gut and he hates it.]

[averageineverything]

[senjuro can't possibly know that the other boy clocks him so readily, but nonetheless he feels immediate guilt for chasing him off of his training. almost as quickly as genya turns tail, senjuro takes a step toward him.]

Wait! I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to... Maybe I could help you find something else heavy?

[namuthing]

S'fine. Need to work on target practice at this point anyway.

[He doubts this shrimp is going to be able to help him find anything worthwhile, anyway. At least this sounds like the kind of excuse that the kid might actually believe.]

Don't suppose you have any bottles on hand?

[averageineverything]

Bottles...? [if he makes a face, no he doesn't.] I don't, but maybe we could find some suitably sized rocks, or maybe dead branches with one or two leaves still attached...

[he isn't sure what sort of projectile the older guy uses, but those are somewhere to start, right?]

[namuthing]

[Genya clicks his tongue, but at least it's not directed entirely at the boy. It's more their situation than anything.]

Rocks are gonna run the risk of ricocheting. And leaves aren't satisfying enough.

[Those entirely too wild eyes scan their surroundings, before settling on the bar in the distance.]

... I've got an idea.

[averageineverything]

[he didn't know that target practice needed to be satisfying, exactly, but... he isn't a fighter, so maybe he just doesn't understand.

senjuro follows his gaze until it lands on what he's certain is a bar... and feels a lump in his throat. he's certainly not old enough to go in there, but he doesn't know the other boy's precise age, and he's already questioned him quite a bit.

oh, well. time to ride or die.]

If anywhere would have empty bottles, it would be there.

[namuthing]

[Crunchy glass tasty, Senjuro, that's all. Way more tasty than dry leaf.

... in more ways than one.]

I've seen plenty of kids go in there, if that's what you're worried about. All I need you to do is run distraction. Just... be cute or somethin', I don't know.

[Genya is already trudging toward the bar. From behind, he probably looks determined. Deep down, though, he's a little nervous. He's seen a lot of scary looking guys hanging around here. Some more delicate ones, too, sure, like the guy with the glasses or the angel thing with a limp wrist, but... Still.

He swallows hard.]