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AKUTAGAWA RYUUNOSUKE kind of an airhead, but good-natured and charming could you stop smoking for one second though	DAZAI OSAMU should a narcissist really be that quick to want to die please leave Akutagawa alone	HAGIWARA SAKUTAROU there are important things besides poetry and being moody such as combing your hair
NAKAHARA CHUUYA picks drunken fights with everyone loses drunken fights with everyone	IZUMI KYOUKA you don't have to disinfect everything don't spray kouyou-sensei with windex either	NATSUME SOUSEKI a gentleman with a gentlemanly mustache having a sweet tooth is also very gentlemanly
MIYAZAWA KENJI a cute and sincere child maybe don't ask to see his picture books	TANIZAKI JUNICHIROU masochist with a foot fetish does being a great author really make up for that	NAGAI KAFUU a romantic traveler who still keeps a diary how much can you write about prostitutes
SHIMAZAKI TOUSON studying and writing about everything is great and all but no one is going to let the niece thing go	TAYAMA KATAI if you hit on less girls people would like you more also if you were less of a hipster	SHIGA NAOYA manly in that he will stick by people close to him an insensitive dickbag to everyone else
MORI OUGAI doctor doctor, give me the news what is someone actually responsible doing here	KITAHARA HAKUSHUU #aesthetic would be in the student council in a high school AU	MUROO SAISEI self-proclaimed wild child how many people sensitive about their height do we need
MUSHANOKOUJI SANEATSU sheltered noble chase your dreams! maybe learn to ride a bike!	OZAKI KOUYOU mama bear to his disciples the absolute pickiest eater	EDOGAWA RANPO hates the mainstream an eccentric entertainer, don't let him talk to you about eroguro
SATOU HARUO a rare practical person in a constant state of 'Dazai, why'	KOBAYASHI TAKIJI tortured to death for communism please hug him	YOKOMITSU RIICHI the most serious one "the thing I hate the most is literature"
ODA SAKUNOSUKE really, really Osakan cheerful and direct and pushes himself too hard	HORI TATSUO a sweet and attentive person canonly called "idol-esque", why wouldn't you tag him	NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI both split personalities are cute outside: shrinking violet, inside: FIGHT ME
MASAOKA SHIKI carefree, cheerful, and BASEBALL never going to get enough players for a game with these nerds	WAKAYAMA BOKUSUI drinks more sake than anyone else way easier to get along with than Chuuya	TAKAMURA KOUTAROU a gentle-natured artist is poetry/painting/wood carving a hat trick
ISHIKAWA TAKUBOKU owes everyone money survives by being charming and knowing where to hide	KUNIKIDA DOPPO mood swings all over the place straightforward and good at compliments	KOUDA ROHAN a hard worker, especially in housework would hate Tumblr's edgy headcanons
YOSHIKAWA EIJI probably has a gym membership probably can quote 50 different generals	NAKANO SHIGEHARU seems calm, filled with angst and passive-aggression	KIKUCHI KAN everyone's big brother exactly how much money have you given out, sir
MIYOSHI TATSUJI immature and rebellious a pure, if opinionated, boy	NIIMI NANKICHI pranked you while you were reading this you'll forgive him because he's so cute	TOKUDA SHUUSEI sour and pessimistic but still a hard, reliable worker
SAKAGUCHI ANGO the grand delinquent can you just clean your room instead of covering it with pesticide

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DRUNK FIGHTS GO

[boarshead]

[Well, Clarisse isn't drunk, being a teenager and all, but she does like picking fights! There's only one way for this to go.]

Get outta the way! [There may or may not be shoulder checking happening here. Jeez, she's got places to be and other people to fight!]

DRUNK FIGHTS \O/

[goatsongs]

[So the reason Chuuya loses practically all of his fights is that he's 5'0" and built like the poet he is.

But if it's a teenage girl, maybe he actually stands a chance for once?]

Like hell! No one's getting past me!

[Shove! With all the energy a 5'0" weakling can put into a shove.]

[boarshead]

[Alas, this teenage girl is built like a freight train. But sure, she can humor him, and gets pushed back a little from him.]

I'm quaking in my boots! [Shove back! Probably... uh, probably harder than his. Yikes.]

[ratherdoweddings]

[anyone please i just want to musetest in case i get past reserves]

generic murdergame, but not Generic Murdergame

[therazor]

[The last culprit was a mutual friend of theirs, and as always, it's time for the 'afterparty'. Naoya's making the food, as usual, when Yurika stops by.]

Hey, can you help me with some of this?

[Since Yurika was standing next to him in the trial room, she probably noticed that Naoya didn't vote for the correct culprit.]

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika took a while to come out of her room. She hesitates, but nods and walks over.]

How is everyone else?

[tabakoto]

[ Kan for Ryuu, please? ]

don't mind the three icons, pretty please

[thatchedcottage]

[This morning was an off day for Kan, so he went to the local casino with a reasonable sum of money!

And came back with literally none of it.]

Well... at least my living expenses are all taken care of by the library, so I don't have to worry about that...

[He still looks super dismayed about his bad luck.]

[tabakoto]

[ Kan had already been gone when Ryuu finally got out of bed. Not that he had slept very much, he just didn't want to get out of the warm cocoon.

He figured he knew just where he had disappeared off to though, and he's not impressed, because he was oh so right about his theory. ]

Did you lose again, Kan?

[ Friend, when will you learn to stay away from gambling? ]

mmmmh bokusui or chuuya or someone that likes food? your choice! random game setting though

[yasei]

[ Other worlds is a weird thing; there's not really anything supernatural in his world either.

Gathering information is key though, and during the last few days Obi has been visiting some of the pubs and bars and learn things.

He leans against the counter in the place he just entered, seemingly to escape the cold and snow outside, waiting for the bartender to finish serving a group of people at the other end. Which puts him right beside a stranger, whom he grins cheerfully at. ]

Hi!

since bokusui's newer, bokusui! please don't mind the three icons

[blackpine]

[Bokusui favors simple places when it comes to food: he's uncomfortable in trendy cafes and the like, but he feels right at home in a dirty bar like this.

A stranger sits down beside him, and Bokusui returns his grin with an easy smile.]

Hey. The sake's especially good tonight.

[...though, he says that on most nights.]

[heartsound]

[ let's play after image prompt options? so; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. but you can go wild with anything else too.

warning: this albino kid can hear people's thoughts, even the most inner ones they don't know that they have. he's also a werewolf....and very fragile. ]

3! some kind of exploration-type jamjar

[buyingmittens]

[A path opened up to an old castle. It doesn't look inhabited, but it's kind of hard to tell from the outside... Anyway, it's important to check these things out for yourself. That's a writer's curiosity.]

What do you think's inside?

[I hope it has a biiiiig library.]

and last but not least (but smallest), have a lolidragon

[electricfeathers]

[ She had gone to the library with Fafnir-san, because he had heard that there were books about games he played available there, and Kanna wanted to look at comics that her classmates had told her about. Fafnir-san had gotten lost at some point though, or maybe she had gotten lost.

She's pretty sure she took a wrong turn at some point though, because the door she just opened lead to a part in the imperial library that she had not seen pointed out on the map.

So there's a small girl in human form (as she has hidden her horns and tail with magic) wandering the part of the library where the summoned authors lived in. She could smell magic all over the place, that made her very curious. ]

as I contemplate the image prompts

[goodnaturedperson]

[It's not that there are never unfamiliar people to Musha in the library - a library has librarians and staff who aren't alchemists, and while they don't work directly with the writers, they do come up here to do this and that. Musha tries to remember their faces, but it's hard when he doesn't know much of anything about them.

But he definitely does know that the library doesn't higher young girls as workers, so this must not be a staff member.]

Oh, miss, are you lost?

[Do children like being called that? He thinks he heard something like that once.]

lets get fucking crunk chuchu

[dispirits]

Oioi! I invited you with the purpose of drinking your alchohol, but I'm not so idiotic as to expect it for free. Sit and drink with me, Nakahara.

[ the equally smol author pats the spot beside him on the couch, holding one of chuuya's own bottles of booze in his hand by the neck of the bottle. who needs glasses to drink out of when you're both drunkards anyway. ]

And I want to read those poems of yours, drunkard.

you got it

[goatsongs]

[Um excuse me Chuuya is 5'0", Hans is 4'9", it's a huge difference-

-but 'alcohol' and 'poems' are the magic words, so Chuuya takes a seat with a grin. His copy of Goat Songs, which was under his arm, is held out to him.]

I'll trade you a book by a master poet for a bottle of sake.

[Who needs glasses. Or modesty.]

eroguro me rampo

[dispirits]

[ the air between them both is heated already, and ranpo's barely touched him - he's wearing entirely too many layers of clothing (ridiculous as always, hans would note) while he's already got hans himself stripped naked. he's a panting, squirming mess pressed against the sheets as ranpo's gloved hands roam his frostbitten, mermaid-scaled legs and torso. there was a reason he kept his body hidden, and ranpo was having fun stroking the reason for that. ]

Haah... you can't honestly be enjoying this under-developed body, can you? Covered with the Grails idea of a funny joke. It isn't even nice to look at-

gladly

[moonandgloves]

Hm, I have to disagree~

['Having fun' is the right word for it. While he certainly does enjoy the unusual, and the state of Hans' skin is unusual, more importantly-]

The faces you make when I touch you like this are plenty nice to look at. I'd defy anyone to see you like this and not want to see how much they can make you squirm...

[And so his hands continue stroking scaled skin, sometimes just lightly ghosting over it, sometimes pressing in between individual scales. Ah, what would they feel like without his gloves on...?]

[kanri]

[HIT ME MINI

BUT NOT IN THE KILLING SENSE]

[devilsboringness]

[So there's this guy. He isn't causing a huge amount of trouble - okay, he's probably hit on people at bars while obviously high, but that's not something the government needs to get involved in, and definitely not Ango's part of the government.

Actually, this probably wouldn't have come to Ango's attention at all except for two things:

1. This guy makes up fantastical stories about saving books from monsters called Taints and actually being a long-dead author, which is weird as hell and almost definitely just to get attention in bars.
2. This guy claims his name is Sakaguchi Ango.

So either this person is utterly nuts, or there's something more complicated going on, but either way it's probably something Ango should be aware of. (That he's informed of it by one of his subordinates who was in one of those bars is something we're going to overlook for now.)

'Ango' doesn't have a known address, but he does have a reasonably predictable schedule, so if anyone would like to catch him, this shady bar is a good bet.]

more Generic Murdergame R2

[ratherdoweddings]

[Yurika is singing to herself, getting half the words wrong, as she puts some coins into the vending machine. Okay, time to pull out... a bottle of ink?]

Huh? Does anybody even use ink in the bottle anymore?

[Naoya might be walking by.]

[therazor]

[Naoya is walking by! And stops when he sees what she's pulled out.]

Oh, hey, that's mine! Well, I guess it looks like every other ink bottle out there, but I had some just like that, so it's probably mine.

un-go for ango

[twofourone]

[ Losing track of Inga had surely not been on Shinjuurou's to-do-list. Letting a small demon with the ability to force people to spill the truth run off on their own could hardly be recommended.

Honestly, Inga had not intended to lose track of Shinjuurou either. But they had seen a new candy shop, and had been thusly distracted enough to not realize that their detective had not noticed that they were not by his side any more.

It was only after they used up their whole allowance on a very big bag full of candy and stepped back out of the shop that they noticed that Shinjuurou was not there any more.

They looked on their own for a while, ignoring the stares they got from strangers who wondered who let this little girl (or was it a boy?), dressed like a panda, who couldn't be over 13, out on her/his own.

Eventually though, Inga grabbed the back of someone's clothes with one of their paw-like mittens, and tugged. ]

Where's Shinjuurou? Have you seen him?

[devilsboringness]

[The first thought has, when Ango turns around and looks at this person, is that they resemble Niimi.

Maybe not in looks, exactly, other than that they're both kids - but he could easily see Niimi in this outfit, swapping one set of mittens for another.

That makes Ango a tiny bit more favorable to Inga, even if he already would have helped out.]

Hmmmm, let's see... What does Shinjuurou look like?