Rise Kujikawa (久慈川 りせ) (
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destinystrings2012-11-19 08:31 pm
Backdated to Saturday 11/17
Who: Rise Kujikawa, Yu Narukami, anyone else who'd be hanging around a demonic nightclub with a drag show
Where: Nyx's Nightclub
Summary: Ironically, Yu is bad at keeping his mouth shut. Unironically, Rise spends a lot of money.
Warnings: Demonic nightclub with a drag show
Rise came to a realization after a day or so of retail therapy (and evenings of thankfulness that she didn't have to commute to do it here): the government stipend here didn't amount to much, at least if you were used to smartly-saved idol salary.
Rise was smart, though. She'd left applications most of the places she shopped once she started looking at her receipts, as well as that nice-if-kinda-bland tofu place where she'd had lunch. It paid to keep your options open, or so she had learned. Plus, for some reason, with Kanzeon kicking around at the forefront of her mind all the time now, the idea of trying out for different roles suited her...
That said...a part of her wanted to go back to some kind of performing. This was probably a stupid idea - okay, definitely stupid, when she thought about it, but she was already on her way. If nothing else, she could check out this place and why Senpai seemed stupidly nervous about it. And maybe see if it was suitable to drag her friends here for a party.
Regardless, Rise entered the Taurus district in a set of her more conservative clothes - she was here on business, after all - and made her way to Nyx's, which was fortunately fairly prominent. After a few minutes of hopefully unseen-by-anyone-she-knew hesitation, she headed in, flashed the bouncer her best "I belong here, I'm a celebrity" smile, and made her way into a room full of demon dancers. And demon patrons. And...
Welp.
Steeling herself, she wandered for a bit, looking for the proprietor...and maybe whatever it was Senpai was trying to warn her away from.
Oh. Maybe it was that...
Where: Nyx's Nightclub
Summary: Ironically, Yu is bad at keeping his mouth shut. Unironically, Rise spends a lot of money.
Warnings: Demonic nightclub with a drag show
Rise came to a realization after a day or so of retail therapy (and evenings of thankfulness that she didn't have to commute to do it here): the government stipend here didn't amount to much, at least if you were used to smartly-saved idol salary.
Rise was smart, though. She'd left applications most of the places she shopped once she started looking at her receipts, as well as that nice-if-kinda-bland tofu place where she'd had lunch. It paid to keep your options open, or so she had learned. Plus, for some reason, with Kanzeon kicking around at the forefront of her mind all the time now, the idea of trying out for different roles suited her...
That said...a part of her wanted to go back to some kind of performing. This was probably a stupid idea - okay, definitely stupid, when she thought about it, but she was already on her way. If nothing else, she could check out this place and why Senpai seemed stupidly nervous about it. And maybe see if it was suitable to drag her friends here for a party.
Regardless, Rise entered the Taurus district in a set of her more conservative clothes - she was here on business, after all - and made her way to Nyx's, which was fortunately fairly prominent. After a few minutes of hopefully unseen-by-anyone-she-knew hesitation, she headed in, flashed the bouncer her best "I belong here, I'm a celebrity" smile, and made her way into a room full of demon dancers. And demon patrons. And...
Welp.
Steeling herself, she wandered for a bit, looking for the proprietor...and maybe whatever it was Senpai was trying to warn her away from.
Oh. Maybe it was that...

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He was still ridiculously embarrassed about it, not that anyone with sense could blame him for it. There was no way he was ever leaving the stage, despite how many guys and girls shook fists full of money at him. That didn't keep him from being a little more daring with his moves, showing off a little more leg, how flexible he was getting from all this.
...dammit, he was actually enjoying this. No wonder Izanagi hid in the back of his mind every Saturday night.
Ah well, at least he had one moment of peace; it allowed him to focus on his newest routine. Ironic that Rise would be seeing a familiar grey haired "girl" obviously drawing a lot of inspiration from a certain Shadow...
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Well, one of your senpai was sitting a bit further away from the crowds who were in awe of the performers. A normal person would say 'I'm here for moral support' due to one of the performers but that was mostly true. In a strange way, the nightclub seemed to be a good calming place. Seriously don't ask.
...ok, maybe seeing that boy's legs was a perk too. But nonetheless. Want to try and bug her?
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haha i get to use this icon!
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Nyx's nightclub was a different matter. She wasn't afraid of it by any means, but the atmosphere was different, sharper.. and well, more demonic. She couldn't really say it appealed to her like Escapade had. Here, she was still always on her guard.
But there is a reason she decided to venture back into the club tonight. It has to do with the Scorpio event, and something she remembers hearing from the proprietor the last time she was here... 'You feel familiar.'
So tonight, Minako is keeping an eye out for Nyx as she sits at the bar, dressed tastefully in a red and black outfit. She's not old enough to drink, but she has something without alcohol on hand for the sake of the image.
Although, when the 'ladies' come on stage her attention is completely riveted on the one with the silver braids...
It seems Yu's luck in preventing her from learning about his job has run out.
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