Jujutsu Kaisen: NY - City Of Curses

[Cush Almighty]

Time - 6:45 AM
Date - Sunday, May 2nd, 2021
Location - New York

A Boeing airplane lands on a New York airstrip outside of JFK Airport. The Spring Sun had started its rise over New York not too long ago. The day was expected to be bright, partly cloudy with a breeze and a slight chill. The morning was looking to be a pleasant one at the moment. Men and women exited the plane and rushed into the airport with a likely destination, New York City. All with their own reasons. One man dressed nicely in a brown trench coat, white-collar shirt, red tie, black trouser pants, and brown oxford shoes was there for work. On his face were black rim glasses and the look of someone who'd just woke up not too long ago. This man was FBI Agent Joshua Redmarr, and Grade 1 Exorcist or Sorcerer if you'd prefer.

Joshua made his way through the airport, which had a fair number of people in it but he's seen worse. That came later in the day when the place would be flooded with people. He hated crowded places, too many people to watch and to keep track of. Agent Redmarr stepped outside of the airport and reached into his coat pocket and removed a green rectangle cartridge and opened it. He pulls a cigarette out of the box and slides his hand into his pant pocket for his lighter. He sparked the lighter and then the cigarette. "Why me? I swear, they're hoping to get me killed sending me here. New York of all places." He thought of the state of the city. Its ability to attract Sorcerors and Curses. Eventually, a situation like that would spin out of the government's control.

Agent Redmarr returned his pack of smokes and lighter to their respective places and pulled the cigarette out his mouth to exhale. "A place where two agents died in separate incidents." Their deaths seemed to be by some sort of Curse Spirits, but the theory of a Curse User couldn't be neglected. Being an FBI agent, and one whose job is to keep an eye on the wild world of sorcery. He was told they'd prepare a vehicle for him. Not that It would matter, New York traffic was hell, and finding a spot to park is another circle.

The plan was to contact the Kanbara family and see if they could provide anything useful. They've always served as a friend to the Government, as long as they let the family operate with little oversight. At least they could be trusted. The other group had been behaving strangely as of late. Agent Redmarr's hunch was telling him to look into them more closely. On top of that, a certain cursed object had found its way into the city. A dangerous one. If the rumors are true, and some idiot capable of opening it will unleash hell on this city.

Joshua took a few more drags of his cigarette and started walking to the parking lot. "Now what was it again? Gray '02 Corolla. Leave it to my department to get the cheapest shit they could fine." He laments as he searches the parking lot for his ride. He found it quickly enough. He decided he'd finish his smoke and lean on the side of his car. Joshua wondered how many sorcerers were lurking in the city. New York could attract some characters, maybe some might know a thing or two about the deaths of his fellow agents. Breakfast was on his mind too. "Eggs and Bacon Bagel? Or Ham and Cheese."

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Claudia Mayer

Time - Early Morning
Date - Sunday, May 2nd, 2021
Location - New York - New York City
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From within an NYPD Prescient garage a young woman stirs awake from a bunk in the back of a typical white cargo truck, a dime a dozen Japanese made, one would be curious about it being located here, but those who knew of it knew better than to question why, the blonde hair woman that was its occupant wasn't some vagrant and would not stay long, she was a consultant of the name of Claudia Mayer who wore a uniformed dress belonging to the old world. A bit eccentric. only a few knew just what exactly she was consulting.

Getting up from the bunk and adjusting her underclothing, she takes a brief moment to slide into a small shower stall, cleaning herself before getting dressed in her usual getup. She did not care if she stood out, and typically she was not remembered in any case. Looking over a few files there were some murmurs from the City's Resident Sorcerers, Exorcists, Shamans, whatever they wanted to be called, and more importantly she had heard some details from the NYPD officers on Duty here and at other stations.

An FBI agent had been killed in a rather strange way and this was not the first... From her own opinion it sounded like the work of a curse and while she was here as part of an investigation and "cleaning" operation, this situation bared looking into. Looking into, being the key phrase. Work that one was not paid for or had an invested interest in was a fools gambit and the FBI knew easily enough how to reach her family and her family knew she was here. As a Witch, or rather Exorcist of the Mayer family she did have something of a reputation to uphold and some long lingering practices to uphold.

Leaving the truck and taking a walk with a cellphone and bulky weigh under her fluffy skirt, Claudia stretches in the dim light of the parking deck. She did not plan to go far enough to need the truck here and now, and this early in the day the air was rather cool, first order of business was to head to the local news stand, picking up a tabloid was her first order of business. While mostly junk articles the devil was in the details, wanted ads for sorcerers or warnings and rumors of note were hidden within the pages, often in the form of typo's or mixed up text that most in the American Sorcerer community would know and from there a seat at a Diner even closer, with the Name Dex's Diner on a neon sign. In the city that never sleeps she had taken a liking to this place, they never asked questions and the orders were fast and clean. From there she would pay her respects at a small catholic church then see what needed doing.

Finishing the first part of her plan, she takes a seat within the diner and sets about "reading" the collection of tabloids she had picked up, making notes on a scrap napkin, while ordering some black coffee, pancakes and a side of scrambled eggs. What this day would hold she could not say

 

[Astros]

[Time - Morning]
[Date - Sunday, May 2nd, 2021]
[Location - New York - New York City]​

New York City.

Population. Eight million. Total Land Area. Three hundred square miles. Population Density. Twenty-seven thousand per square mile.

If one bothered with the math and conversions, that meant twenty-seven thousand people across six hundred forty acres. On paper, in numbers, that figure seemed reasonable. You had about forty-two heads for every acre. And an acre sounded like a lot of space. You'd often hear of people owning a home with several acres, and having space for barns, farm animals, a garage and what have you. Only, the barns tended to really be sheds. The farm animals were a chicken coop the length of the house and about two yards wide. The garage? Well, it was built into the house which took up most if not all of those "big" acres. No, an acre wasn't much space at all. Putting it into perspective, it roughly came out to over half a soccer pitch.

But New York was no soccer pitch. It was a jungle. A jungle of concrete and steel, in place of dirt and greenery. With high rises that soared beyond the sky. Bustling roadways that never seemed to halt their flow except when the traffic lights forbid them. And if not the streets, the walkways were a herd in constant motion. Collectively forming a veil of miasma from cursed energy that trailed along in their wake. They made it extremely difficult to locate or follow any sort of tracks or traces left behind by a possible Curse. Let alone detect one among the flock of migrating businessmen. In other words.

"Too many. Goddamn. People." Davy grumbled.

Between looking around much like a tourist, Davy directed a scowl at passerby's who were simply too absorbed in their handheld devices to notice him. A bit of an eyesore in his worn blue jeans and flannel shirt. In a crowd he was in contrast with the sea of business attire that surrounded him. Lugging a guitar case on his back by a single strap didn't help, and only made the cramped sidewalk less spacious. Eyeing the people around him once again as the crosswalk light changed, Davy realized why his Exorcist division had warned him to be careful in their last call. If he were to be killed where he stood, in broad daylight by a Curse, it was unlikely anyone would even take notice. He'd heard there had already been several Exorcists confirmed dead within the last month.

With that notion in mind, the hairs on Davy's neck began to stand. Focusing his senses on his surroundings once more, he needed to remain watchful while learning the environment before nightfall. The "jungle" would change and be nothing as it was now. With far less people, he hoped. But, there was no guarantee. This was the city that never slept. In either case he had to learn to navigate this jungle if he was to put an end to this hunt. There was no doubt to him now that his target was here, in New York. He could sense it. Just as it no doubt knew he was closing in.

 

[Cush Almighty]

Time - 7:00 AM
Date - Sunday, May 2nd, 2021
Location - New York City



Joshua Redmarr
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Driving in New York was not like you'd expect. Everyone knows you can't find a spot to park, but they never talk about how aggressive these people are. They always said Jersey drivers suck, but Yorkers are in their own leagues. You had to be fast, and keep your eyes open. No taking your time, not enough in this city. Still, he's been to NY before so he was expecting it. "Damn this city." He murmured as if someone was around to hear him.

Joshua did a little more thinking about the case. Many in the agency doubt they had anything to do with the deaths of the two FBI agents. Joshua wasn't sure and was open to the possibility, but much more suspicion was on another sorcery outfit, The Luxor Group. The US prefers to take a liberal stance in the exorcism of curses. They prefer outsourcing the service through contracts. The contracts are then taken up by groups who employ or contract other Sorcerers. These groups have a limited form of even advancing the application of Curse Energy as long as things remain humane. The Luxor Group is one of the biggest Contractors in New York. Luxor's relation to a previous secret society of that name is unknown.

In the underbelly of the city, the rumbles of the Luxor Group have been making moves and kicking up dirt. The transportation of some highly dangerous Cursed items and disappearance of young people around the city. A high focus area of these disappearances had been located in Queens. The Luxor Groups territory. The two agents murdered happened to be looking into these disappearances themselves. "Looking like a sloppy job on their part. Could this be a setup? Maybe there's so sort of dysfunction with their group?" Agent Redmarr pondered. "If it's as bad as it seems, then the Luxor Group will be facing immediate liquidation."

Joshua parked a block away from a local diner. One he had eaten a couple of times before when he was in the city. He got out of his car and paid the meter. Paying for a parking spot. Maybe it was his suburban, but paying for a parking space by an hourly rate was insane. He walked towards the diners passing through the busy street. Arriving he looked at the flickering neo sign. Dex's Diner.

The agent walked through the push door. He was greeted with the jingle of the bells on the door and the smell of breakfast. Syrup, coffee, frying pork. The sound of a TV in the back was faintly audible. He looked over the occupant of the diner. No one stuck out to him. It wasn't too packed, and a good helping of the elderly station at the bar and booths.

Joshua chooses a random seat. Well, not so random. There was a pretty blonde and he wanted to get a closer look. Look at her blue eyes said it all. Joshua trusted his judgment in character and blondie was sent a little shiver up his spine. The women screamed creep. He wasn't sure their eyes met. He did catch a glance at the tabloids she was reading. That said a couple of things. Either she's braindead, bored, or was an Exorcist. Tabloids were a sign one wasn't working with a group. Reading one of those required sifting through too much bullshit for something of real credibility.

Joshua sat at his booth and waiting for his server to arrive. It was some older guy that approached him. Not the portly and loud woman in her 40's you'd see in a movie. Just some everyday New Yorker with a ponytail. Joshua was quick with his order. Two Bagel sandwiches. The little dilemma between ham and bacon was easily solved by simply having both. "And extra cream and sugar in my coffee. Black coffee is disgusting. " Joshua laid back in his seat. He hopes he didn't just sound like some miserable jerk.

 

[kookyboy9]

Alastair Callan

Location: New York
Date:May 2nd, 2021

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Alastair woke up in an alleyway. The whole "living life on the run" thing had already gotten old, but he didn't have much choice in the matter. He'd only just arrived in town the previous evening, and all the real estate offices were closed. And trying to rush an apartment was almost certain to attract attention. The last thing he needed. And if that wasn't enough, he didn't have the cash on hand to stay the night in a hotel, especially with the costs involved in getting a room in a city this packed with people.

He still had some emergency cash left in an ATM, but he was dangerously low on spendable funds. He'd have to locate somewhere to stay soon. And he'd need to find a job. At least it hadn't rained during the night. He sat up, dropping the curtain around him. Might've been a bit of a waste to have it up, but better safe than sorry. At least he'd know if anyone came near him while he was sleeping. Before he could go for a job or an apartment, however... he was starving.

He left the alleyway, coming out onto a busy street. He wandered down the street a bit before coming to a diner. He took an empty seat in a booth, taking a look around as he waited for a waiter to stop by. Place seemed pretty empty for the city. Only really one or two characters of interest. A woman reading tabloids that gave him the heebie jeebies, and a man with a pair of breakfast sandwiches that gave him an uncomfortable feeling. Kinda like the agents from back home.

The server arrived, and Alastair ordered a ham bagel sandwhich and some orange juice, then pulled out his smartphone and started browsing apartment ads, hoping that a job would shoot down the line. His contacts knew he was in the city, and he was hoping they'd have something for him today. If they didn't... Well, he'd deal with that when it became a problem.

 

[Jessica]

Time - Early morning
Date - Sunday, May 2nd, 2021
Location - New York

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The tall buildings stretched as far as the eye could see, accompanied by the most ads Victoria had ever seen in one place. People of various ages surrounded her, groups with their own destinations in mind as she tried to fight her way to make it through to breathing room. She had already been aware of just how crowded New York City would be, with even more emphasis from Mr. Eito himself who had passed through the city before. But, despite the warnings, Arizona could have never prepared her for just how many times she'd been bumped into or rude individuals telling her to get out of the way... It made it difficult to stop and take pictures of the environment. Would she get to though? Ooohhhh, she really hoped she wouldn't leave until she got at least one picture! Just one!

Maybe she could take one from a tourist spot without having these damn people ruining her shots?

She wanted to play tourist for a little bit longer, before it was time to get to work.

Victoria had been briefed about the amount of curses arising in New York City. Several Exorcists had been confirmed to be dead in just the last month alone, and the appearance rate was only increasing. She hadn't been told how many Curse Wizards had been sent to investigate the matter yet, but she'd really like to meet at least one of them right now. Having someone else on her side would make this entire situation a lot more comforting...

Once she'd found an opening, Victoria slipped past the crowd of people and headed towards one of the more open areas. Looked like a place specifically for people to stop and catch their breath.

Oh, was that a restaurant? Maybe she could stop for some breakfast before moving on~ But first!

She lifted up her camera, looking through the lenses and pointed it at the buildings with the array of advertisements she was seeing before.

1...2...3...

Snap

Victoria's smile widened, taking the printed picture from her old camera and started waving it around. Another one for the memory book~