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thenearshore2017-08-20 12:53 pm
kokuyoyo) wrote in thenearshore2017-08-20 12:53 pm
[open] this too shall pass
Who: Chikusa Kakimoto, Ken Joshima, three different animals, and you
What: When a god leaves, there's always a few people who end up left behind. Chikusa and Ken deal with it in the only way they know how- badly.
When: August 16 to start with and some days after it
Where: The empty clearing where Hestia's temple used to be
Warnings: A closed ablution will be happening in one thread, so some mild body horror at the least. Also a pair of teenagers in mourning dealing with loss unhealthily.
Hestia's temple has never outwardly been impressive. It had been small, and white, and done in the traditional Greek style- no bigger than a small house at best. The most memorable part of it, for anyone who has passed through the Far Shore, has been the recent addition of a goat tethered right outside its front door where it kept the grass in check.
There's no front door for it to be tethered to now. That would be because there's no temple at all.
For those passing through the Far Shore, they might come across a completely empty clearing which now holds nothing at all. And for those not inclined to wander? They might be drawn to it instead by the sound of what sounds like a dog or wolf howling.
That would be Ken.
All that's left in the clearing which once held Hestia's temple would be a pair of teenage boys, a roaming goat, a split-tailed demon cat which eyes any intruders warily, and Bon the Tibetan Mastiff who occasionally joins in with Ken's howling.
Oh. And the piles and piles and piles of various canned goods, snacks, and other such non-perishable foods that are scattered everywhere with no apparent rhyme or reason. The god and his temple may have gone but not, for some mystical reason, the literal hoards of food his shinki gathered throughout it.
To the side, Chikusa is curled up by a pair of large but simple duffel bags, his arms wrapped loosely around his long legs and his head bowed.
Ken is nearer the center of the clearing, on his knees. Once anyone who's come to investigate the din gets closer, the howls that sounded so purely canine at a distance become less so. From up close, they sound more like a strange cross-breed of a howl and a scream of pure anguish - with the tears on Ken's face suggesting the latter is closer to the truth. The impressive volume he's achieving further suggests that he'll continue until he's either heard by his god - wherever he's gone - or until his throat is so bloody and raw that he can't actually make sounds anymore.
A particularly close observer may be able to note that, on Ken at least, there's hints of blight already visible - a faint dark bruising creeping up the back of his neck, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. It's hard to tell if either shinki is aware of it.
[OOC: Let us know if you want Chikusa, Ken, or somehow both of them to respond to.]
What: When a god leaves, there's always a few people who end up left behind. Chikusa and Ken deal with it in the only way they know how- badly.
When: August 16 to start with and some days after it
Where: The empty clearing where Hestia's temple used to be
Warnings: A closed ablution will be happening in one thread, so some mild body horror at the least. Also a pair of teenagers in mourning dealing with loss unhealthily.
Hestia's temple has never outwardly been impressive. It had been small, and white, and done in the traditional Greek style- no bigger than a small house at best. The most memorable part of it, for anyone who has passed through the Far Shore, has been the recent addition of a goat tethered right outside its front door where it kept the grass in check.
There's no front door for it to be tethered to now. That would be because there's no temple at all.
For those passing through the Far Shore, they might come across a completely empty clearing which now holds nothing at all. And for those not inclined to wander? They might be drawn to it instead by the sound of what sounds like a dog or wolf howling.
That would be Ken.
All that's left in the clearing which once held Hestia's temple would be a pair of teenage boys, a roaming goat, a split-tailed demon cat which eyes any intruders warily, and Bon the Tibetan Mastiff who occasionally joins in with Ken's howling.
Oh. And the piles and piles and piles of various canned goods, snacks, and other such non-perishable foods that are scattered everywhere with no apparent rhyme or reason. The god and his temple may have gone but not, for some mystical reason, the literal hoards of food his shinki gathered throughout it.
To the side, Chikusa is curled up by a pair of large but simple duffel bags, his arms wrapped loosely around his long legs and his head bowed.
Ken is nearer the center of the clearing, on his knees. Once anyone who's come to investigate the din gets closer, the howls that sounded so purely canine at a distance become less so. From up close, they sound more like a strange cross-breed of a howl and a scream of pure anguish - with the tears on Ken's face suggesting the latter is closer to the truth. The impressive volume he's achieving further suggests that he'll continue until he's either heard by his god - wherever he's gone - or until his throat is so bloody and raw that he can't actually make sounds anymore.
A particularly close observer may be able to note that, on Ken at least, there's hints of blight already visible - a faint dark bruising creeping up the back of his neck, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. It's hard to tell if either shinki is aware of it.
[OOC: Let us know if you want Chikusa, Ken, or somehow both of them to respond to.]
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I don’t see why they wouldn’t be able to, iffen they want to. That ain’t a choice anyone can make for ‘em.
[ Butch is somebody who left to forge his own path, so it would be weird for him to stop someone else from doing the same. ]
I’m guessin’ we’re of a mind’a it?
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[He's silent for a moment, glancing away towards Chikusa, before he smiles again (he does smile a lot) and meets Butch's gaze.]
I think you might be able to give them a better home than I would.
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[ He can try to go beyond his limits, too. He’s still learning just as much as anyone else. ]
But in the end it’s up to them t’ decide where they wanna go.
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I don't know that I'd be as capable of it, myself... but it's up to them to choose.
[The important thing, Hakkai thinks, is that whichever they do choose... he thinks Butch is reliable. It's hard to be sure, without seeing him under duress, but he'd been willing to name Ken even with his blight advanced. He puts his own safety on the line for shinki who aren't his.
That earns him some points all on its own.]
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[ Being capable helps, but one can't be capable without wanting to be. Maybe Hakkai needs a little more confidence in his abilities to care for them, but he seems like he wants to do good for them, and that's an important part of it. ]
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Well, at least he's a friendly person. And Ken will likely respond better to a god somewhat more affectionate than Hakkai.]
Thank you. We'll have to see what they think, then.
I'm willing to revoke Chikusa's name if he prefers to be your shinki, of course.
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[ It’s good that he’s willing to do that. To revoke his name. ]
If that’s what he wants. What’re you gonna do iffen he says he want to keep the one you gave him too?
[ Butch would be fine with that, he doesn’t think badly of nora (from the way people talk he figures they're a little like the outlaws of the shinki), and it shows in his voice and on his face. ]
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[Hakkai shrugs, and represses the urge to lean on something; he's planning to go back to his temple and lie down. For quite a while, if he can.]
Would that bother you?
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No, it wouldn’t bother me.
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[Whether Chikusa chooses to stay Hakkai's shinki, become Butch's, or keep names from each of them... it will be all right, regardless.]
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Good. Then -- let's go ask what they want, shall we?
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[He inclines his head over towards the other group, and begins walking.]
Let's, then?