AND NOW IT'S OLD MAN O'CLOCK

[vasectomytime.livejournal.com]

[ It's Yaozou's one day off.

All the boys are out. Renzou is with their young master off at school. Kinzou and Juuzou are with Mamushi on a small expedition to catch some unidentified minor demons making a fuss in a nearby village. His wife is with their remaining three children on a much-needed vacation, according to her, and Yaozou had been all too willing to volunteer himself to hold down the fort with Uwabami while they were all out.

Uwabami only just left after they'd had themselves a game of shougi and tea.

Yaozou had been inches away from settling himself down to do some much-needed weeding in his vegetable garden. Utter peace and quiet had been promised to him for at least another two days.

This. This is unacceptable.

He glances around the academy grounds with a stern eye, maintaining his composure. (Although there is a distinct twitch beneath his eye now. Buddha has it out for him. There is no other explanation than that. He must have been a murderer and a rapist and a child-killer in a past life, sent into this one purely to atone for those sons. ) ]

Demons, show yourselves!

[ Because if it's not a demon who did this to him, boy are they going to wish that they'd been born with the regenerative capabilities of one. Or possibly never born at all.

ooc note: Yaozou's taken from much prior to the Impure King incident because having him hobbling around on crutches, while badass like nothing else, seems a bit cumbersome. Also boils. ]

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[wwtakeniid.livejournal.com]

[ This situation is unsettling--Juuzou did not recall departing far from Kyoto, and these new surroundings seemed awfully familiar. However impossible it seemed, this place looked an awful lot like the True Cross Academy!

He spent at least a good half hour treading along cautiously, without any sort of explanation for his appearance here. Until he heard a familiar voice, and picked up his pace to seek its origin--ah, hah! His father is here, as well!

Wait, what? ]

Pops!

[ He stops only a few paces behind his old man. ]

[callinblueskies.livejournal.com]

[ That old guy seemed really pissed, and probably a little crazy with the way he was yelling about demons. Not that Rin could ever deny their existence after looking at himself.

But he will be doing his best to stay out of that guy's way, since y'know, he technically was a demon.]

[paceout.livejournal.com]

[ Kinzō has no idea what happened, and quite frankly, he doesn't really care. Maybe it's the adrenaline that's doing it. He can still feel the rush, though it's beginning to wear off after all the time he spent running around campus. He's not in Kansas Kyoto anymore, that's for sure.

And then he hears and sees those pompoms that are identity markers his father and pauses mid-step. That is his father, isn't it? It's hard to tell when he's staring at the back of the man's head, but everything matches from the voice to the hair color to the outfit. But you know what, it sounds like his father; therefore, it must be him! Yes! ]

Pops? What are you doing?

[ Why aren't you in bed, are you hallucinating. ]

dumbest tag tbh

[desires]

*sure, why not. Here is a demon showing himself. --Oh hey, it's the Kyoto branch head, sup subordinate-of-ours*

You rang, Mr. Shima? *and have a smile and a bow*

*it's cool if you hit him with the shakujou, man, he can take it.*