if you're gonna tear me down

[hundzahn]

Characters: Katakuri & you.

When: Backdated to 3/5 - 3/21.

Where: Various locations.

Warnings: Blood & gore, a little body horror.

01. wish you were here; post-punishment.

( Katakuri finds himself tired and ravenous both, after four nights spent fighting endlessly, but he's mostly bereft of wounds. It's nothing, really, compared to the self-inflicted wound at his side in the fight against Straw Hat. But that's all healed, now.

With a hand against a tree trunk, he breathes in ragged, breathes out just the same. In a display one might consider odd and, hell, even disgusting he lets his blood-spattered spear back into his mochi body where it usually resides.

Catching someone staring at him from a couple yards away, he stands upright immediately. No one should see him like this. )

Can I help you.

( It comes out more as a statement than a question, a little terse, as though he can't imagine why someone might be staring at him. )

02. you wouldn't last a minute; recovery.

( There's not much to do in this place.

Katakuri takes his time to explore Penance, finding not much of anything. In his own home, there's some things he's only somewhat familiar with. It's no den-den mushi, but he finds that he's been gifted with some sort of device that makes communication possible.

Too bad he hasn't really talked to a single soul here, save the demons he met upon arrival.

He's bandaged himself up some, and though he makes a point to not limp when he walks, he does walk a little slower. Maybe he shouldn't be exploring so much; the bandages at his side don't seem to be doing their job properly, and the wound reopens.

Being that he never really lost fights in his home world, being battle-damaged is new to him. He takes a seat in front of someone's home, on the steps, taking a minute to catch his breath before he gets up to walk home.)

03. i don't mind; wildcard.

( put katakuri anywhere you like, really! or you can plot with me; my contact info is here. :^) )

Comments

01

[anewhero]

[Marcus finds himself in a strange red skied land much like home, just a little more put together.]

[He's got a smartphone, great. But there isn't much to do in this place either.]

Unfortunately for Katakuri, he seats himself near Marcus's house and the former criminal opens his door, staring at the stranger.

"What the hell?"

02

[delilahs_death]

Jezebel has been spending his time inside of his new home, recovering from the tortures he's inflicted. There are bruises on his neck, his wrists, and his ankles, deep-blossoming and stark on his pale skin. Every breath he takes is shaky, his larynx still recovering from near-strangulation.

In a way, he feels satisfied. He handled himself well, he thinks. It had been nightmarish, but he knew how to take a discipline. If this was to be hell -- and, indeed, this very much seemed to be hell -- at least he knew he could still accept punishments without disgracing himself.

When he hears someone sitting on his steps, he glances out the front door, wondering if he is about to face more terrors. Instead, he sees another punished soul, taking a rest on his steps.

"You're sitting at my house," he says, his voice sounding strangled when he speaks. His tone isn't angry, mostly just curious, wondering if they'd mistaken their own dwellings for his.