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Dokugakuji (Sha Jien) ([personal profile] royaltyloyalty) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2017-02-18 06:08 pm

[Closed] Seasons of wither

Who: Dokugakuji [personal profile] royaltyloyalty
What: Prayer with Erk (#30)
When: June 15
Where: Starting at Far Shore, then Near Shore TBD
Warnings: n/a yet

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[Now that Erk's had some time to settle in, Dokugakuji walks around until he finds where Erk's been practicing, Meji walking behind him out of sword form.]

Hey Erk. You busy right about now?

[He's a lot more casual around Erk than Alluka since he's another more or less adult guy and Doku's issues center mainly around kids and women. Alluka is both.]
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-02-19 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Erk glances up from his open tome with a slight start, the gold glow of the runes on the page fading as his focus is diverted. He is a little busy, but he's not going to say as much if his god has need of him. That takes precedence over practicing his magic. He can always come back to this later.]

--Hm? What is it?
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-02-20 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[A prayer? Yes, that definitely takes precedence over practice. Finally, a chance to prove his worth as a shinki! A chance to fulfill his role and earn his keep. Erk tries to keep a handle on his eagerness, but it shows in the way his eyes light up.

He shuts his tome and fastens it away in its holster as his belt, then looks up at Dokugakuji and gives a resolute nod.]


Of course--I would be honoured! What do we need to do?
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-02-20 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[The place names mean little to Erk; he's studied enough of this world's geography to know that India is a country in southern Asia, and a populous one, but most of his focus has been on learning about Japan.

Where isn't important, though. Orphans are being... picked off? Erk's stomach clenches, that information eliciting a deep-seated sense of alarm that catches him off guard. But quickly recalling that his god can sense his feelings, he takes a slow, steady breath and quells it to the best of his ability.

Where did that come from?

It doesn't matter--they have a duty to fulfill. Erk's gaze hardens.]


Very well. I'm ready. [He's got his tome, and what more could he need? Frowning, he mutters as he straightens his cloak.] What anyone could possibly hope to gain by preying on orphans...
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-02-27 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Erk handles abrupt teleportation very well, apparently. Despite the lack of warning, he's quick to regain his bearings and begin taking in his new surroundings. He's not sure he's ever been this high up before, but the rooftop does afford an excellent view, even if the wind threatens to wrap his cloak around his head.

India's very different from Japan, or at least, what he's seen of it. But as much as he might like to explore and learn more, they're here to do a job.]


I suppose the most obvious place to begin would be to find some orphans. [He looks out over the city, turning around in a slow circle.] We should probably check the poorer neighbourhoods, or public places where they might receive handouts.

[And hopefully Dokugakuji will teleport them there, because there's absolutely no way Erk can get himself down from this rooftop.]
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-02-28 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Erk nods, shielding his eyes from the sun and looking out at the river and the bridge.]

It's got to be as good a place to start as any. We should also be alert to anyone behaving suspiciously... [He hmms to himself.] Perhaps we should see about acquiring a map, as well.

[This is the first prayer he's been on, and he wants to make sure he gets it right. He doesn't want to risk overlooking anything that could be helpful. But he has clearly not been introduced to GPS or Google Maps yet.]
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-02 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, this is convenient. Erk shakes his head, completely oblivious to the question having been meant in jest.]

Ah, no, that's quite all right. Thank you, though.

[He's quick to start perusing the maps. Surely there has to be one of the city they're actually in... yes, here we go. He selects one and unfolds it. And keeps unfolding it, as one eyebrow creeps gradually higher.]

It's... larger than I expected. [He's going to have fun folding this up again, isn't he? But it's the right map. Patna. He finds the river on it and looks for the bridge, trying to pinpoint exactly where they are.

And then something else occurs to him.]


I don't suppose shops in India accept yen.
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-04 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[A Buddhist god... that's right, Buddhism is quite geographically widespread. He recalls reading that.]

Of course. [He partially folds up the map--enough to make it manageable--and passes it to Dokugakuji.] I shouldn't have doubted that you would be prepared.

[The purchase having been taken care of, he's quick to take the map back, feeling strongly compelled to be in charge of navigation for reasons he doesn't understand and doesn't dwell on. He's found the bridge on it, and a glance around at the layout of the surrounding streets has him fairly sure of their location.]

I believe we're here. [He points to a spot on the map--the correct spot.] If we don't find any information at the bridge, we could head this way, along the river. But we should get started.

[With that, he sets to work getting the map properly folded.]
Edited 2017-03-04 18:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-13 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Erk succeeds in getting the map folded and tucked away inside his tome as they walk, and he follows his god's lead, looking this way and that at every street and shop and person they pass. He's keeping his eyes open for anyone who might be an orphan, of course, but he's also simply taking in the sights and sounds of a strange new environment with interest.

He's not one to allow himself to lose focus, though, and he stops when Dokugakuji does, squinting at the figures ahead of them near the water's edge.

Of course they're shadowed, he initially thinks, they're under a bridge... but as he continues to observe, it becomes clear that's not quite what his god meant.]


That's... unnatural. [There's a vague uneasy feeling creeping into his gut. People shouldn't... waver quite like that, and he's fairly certain it's not a trick of the light. Nothing else appears affected.]

I think-- [He hesitates, and swallows. He doesn't want to immediately assume the worst, but the more he watches, the more he suspects this can't be anything good. Or rather, that it's even worse than they'd expected. Unconsciously, his hand moves beneath his cloak to rest over his tome.] --I think we may have found what we were looking for.
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-14 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Ayakashi. Though he didn't want to say it, Erk suspected as much, and hearing it from Dokugakuji confirms it. There's at least one ayakashi down there, and it's almost certainly responsible for the disappearances of orphaned children. And they're going to have to stop it.

Erk has never faced an ayakashi before. He's never even seen one until now. He keeps close to Dokugakuji as they move in towards the bridge, undeniably nervous but, even more than that, determined. Perhaps even a little excited. A shinki's purpose is to work with their god to destroy these abominations, and he's finally getting a chance to fulfill that purpose. He's not about to let first-time jitters get in the way.]


I've never used Rend before, but... if I may, I'd like to try. [He looks up at his god steadily.] I'm ready. We should ensure that the children are out of the way before we engage it, though...
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-18 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[In spite of the seriousness of the situation--and his nerves--there's a clear hint of a grin on Erk's face as he nods and brings out his magic tome.]

I believe I can get its attention and scatter the children.

[A Thunder spell is all but impossible to ignore, after all, and what child wouldn't flee from the flash and noise of lightning striking so close to them? They're not quite near enough for Erk to actually hit the ayakashi, and getting even nearer without being noticed could be tricky, but that's fine. He'll worry about hitting it once the children are safely out of the way.

He opens his tome, takes a deep breath to steady himself--this is it, they're really going to fight an ayakashi--and recites the incantation.]


Thunder!

[The spell strikes only a few feet from the ayakashi and the children, the accompanying crack of thunder reverberating deafeningly beneath the bridge. There are frightened screams from the children as they bolt... the "adults", however, don't go anywhere.]
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-19 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Dokugakuji's quick to jump into battle, but Erk's instinct is to stay back, where he can strike with his magic while putting himself at minimal risk. He's still a little too far back to attack the ayakashi though, so while his god has its attention, Erk's creeping forward, tome still open, getting himself in a position to offer support. Just a little closer...

...But he stops as Dokugakuji attacks, watching in fascination at the ayakashi--or part of it?--dissolves into nothingness. So that's Rend... and it's powerful. Is he really capable of that? It hardly seems possible...

There's no time for speculation, though, and his name jolts him back to the matter at hand. This is certainly one way to get into attack range, he thinks offhandedly as he takes the form of a ring on his god's finger, and he doesn't waste a moment, not with their foe getting entirely too close for his comfort.

Twin columns of flame erupt from the ground around Dokugakuji, combining above his head into a fireball that hurtles itself squarely into the ayakashi. It gives an inhuman screech and draws back... before seeming to grow larger as it launches itself at them in a full-on attack.]
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-26 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Erk doesn't know how his Rend will turn out, either, but he can feel the power behind the words Dokugakuji recites. It's a different sort of power than his own spells, foreign and unnatural to his senses, and he has to make a conscious effort to embrace it rather than resist it... but once he does, he finds that it weaves itself into his magic quite seamlessly.

He lets the spell do its work.

The result, perhaps predictably, is lightning... but it's not the same as his usual Thunder spell. Instead of one bolt, there are three, sparking at three different points and instantly converging down on their target in a blinding flash and an explosion of sound that rattles the very ground beneath them.

The ayakashi, or what was left of it, vaporizes. A small crater marks the spot where it stood.]


I... I did it...
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[personal profile] misterfrumpyface 2017-03-30 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Erk appears at his god's side, a little breathless despite the lack of physical exertion on his part, and he takes a moment to steady himself, closing his eyes and letting the adrenaline rush fade. He did it. He can be a worthy shinki. He can fight ayakashi, and kill them, and that knowledge is both frightening and exhilarating.

Mostly the latter.

He almost misses Dokugakuji's question, his eyes snapping open as he realizes he's being spoken to. A little absently, he nods.]


Ah, yes, that's probably a good idea.

[Still... they're forgetting something, aren't they?]

I suppose... the children it had already picked off before you received the prayer...

[They're probably dead, his mind fills in.]