text; @CURSE

[gimu]

hello.

i have several questions for the outsider populace and i require truthful answers.

1. what are your abilities in battle?
2. what is your estimation of your skill with your own abilities?
3. who are you?
4. what was your proudest moment?
5. what was your weakest?

answer as you see fit. i’m not your boss.

[ this isn’t how one goes about making work acquaintances but it’s direct, it’s simple, and choso can’t be bothered to care if it meets industry standard. ]

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[gimu]

[ there it goes, a nice rhythm to upkeep. ]

blood. projectile or melee.
yours?

[immortalpoet]

blood? that's interesting.

strength and combat experience here. used blood but only once

what is your estimation of your skill with your own abilities?

[gimu]

my cursed technique allows me to control my own blood. are you able to do the same?

i have had more time than i can define to analyze the workings of my own existence and technique: if there is anything i have, it is mastery over my body and blood.

now you.

[immortalpoet]

its complicated. like i said it was only once. a strange but familiar ability. i wouldn't say more in a public forum

if the Hana Association didn't feel my skills were great enough they would never have deemed me a color grade fixer

which is the top of the top

who are you? besides your name

[gimu]

[ curious. he tucks it away for later inquiry. ]

what is a color grade fixer? or is that also not for the public eye?

i am choso. i am the eldest of ten siblings.

[immortalpoet]

no thats very public. different grades in terms of strength. colors are the very top. few in number

ten siblings huh. big family

[gimu]

i see. to be a fixer is to maintain that balance?

we may be disparate and separated by distance, but we remain one nevertheless.

do you have family?

[immortalpoet]

what balance. the majority of fixers are hired hands and enforcers and such by people who can throw money around


[.....]


no. i don't.

what is your occupation

[gimu]

i understand. you seem weary of it.

my sympathies. [ to be so bereft of siblings, poor soul. ]

before this, i was merely a curse. now, i am gainfully employed at


some kind of shop. i will get back to you on the details when i find them.

[immortalpoet]

i don't need your sympathy. that kind of background is shared by a lot of fixers

a curse? literally, or metaphorically?

you don't even know what job you have?

[gimu]

ok. good luck with that then. [ despite it, choso means it with a good measure of sincerity: it sounds like such a shit job that the guy probably needs every scrap of fortune he can get. ]

literally. curses take form when enough negative energy accumulates in a place, or around a concept.

an izakaya. it's probably a bar?

[immortalpoet]

so you're telling me you're not human. guess your many siblings aren't either. can curses be related?

i think its similar to a bar, yes. what they got you as a waiter? bartender?

[gimu]

when they are made like we were, yes. our mother was human, but the thing that impregnated her was a pure curse. to complicate it all further, another bastard tossed his blood into the mix.

whatever it is, i'll figure out how to make do. w
what do you do here?

[immortalpoet]

i

don't know where to begin with that honestly

i'm a bodyguard apparently. seems like a joke

[gimu]

don't hurt yourself over it, it's ok.

does it pay well?

[immortalpoet]

but you look human, i'm assuming

i guess. nothing will compare to what i was paid back home but it doesn't matter that much to me

[gimu]

human enough.

why bother, then?

[immortalpoet]

what am i going to use these skills for? baking? give me a break. what i am is what i am

[gimu]

you have a point. what else is there to do besides nothing?

[immortalpoet]

i chose my profession back home. might as well lie in the grave of it

anyways

what was your proudest moment?

[gimu]

[ might as well. such was the weight of choice. ]

my proudest was the moment i first laid eyes on my brothers.
what of yours?

[immortalpoet]

hard to say. i suppose the day i built something i had hopes for that would later cease to exist i suppose

[wow poetic and vague way 2 go]

what was your weakest?

[gimu]

damn. i thought i was miserable.

the day i felt my brothers die. [ which was technically the same day... ]
you.

[immortalpoet]

don't even start.

so you lost your siblings? your fellow curses

mine? maybe when i failed to protect what should have been protected

[gimu]

but maybe.

i did. they trusted in me, and they died for it.

sucks. truly.