thenearshore | [Open] Promise me no promises

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[Open] Promise me no promises

Who: Izumo and YOU
What: Various things - bar shenanigans, training sessions, typhoons, etc.
When: August 24-31
Where: Far Shore and Near Shore
Warnings: Not at the moment.

[A. Bar Shenanigans]

[Welcome to the Double Cross Bar.

The bar is open, a slight buzz of in the air from the customers, but the owner of the bar can easily be found behind the bar counter. He looks up when he hears the bell above the door ring, giving the person an amiable smile.]

Welcome, welcome. How can I help you?

[Alternatively, anyone is simply free to come and consult with Izumo, anyway, for whatever reason.]

[B. Obligated Training]

[How long has it been exactly since anyone has seen Izumo train?

Well, anyone is free to walk in on the training session. He could be with Goten and/or Shizuo, or training alone. Since he had asked Niles initially to teach him archery, he’s working on that. But he could also have gone to a more secluded area, fireballs shooting off into the sky before it suddenly changes direction and aim at several targets in different directions and location.

Regardless of what you choose, Izumo is likely to stop what he’s doing once he notices you.]

[C. Typhoons - Near Shore]

[Typhoon season.

It was bound to happen.

Izumo can be seen taking shelter somewhere, possibly a bit disgruntled at being caught in the storm, and getting wet. He takes his sunglasses off, deeming it useless for the time being and running a hand through his hair.

He sighs, gazing out at the typhoon.]

Well….guess I’ll be stuck here for a bit.

[Or, alternatively, someone can catch Izumo returning from the Near Shore, still dripping wet and missing his sunglasses.

Take your pick!]

[D. Wildcard]

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[It's not exactly the busiest night at the bar, and Davesprite's just clearing the table of the last customer to head out and make the place empty but for staff. If nothing else, he's pretty well built for being a busboy, simply drifting over to the kitchen to dump the plates in the appropriate area.

As the muffled sound of rain and heavy wind floats in from outside, Davesprite casts a remarkably calm and deadpan glance towards the door.]

Wonder if it's the weather. Place is fucking dead tonight, though I give props to anyone desperate enough to roll out in this storm just to get hammered.

[Izumo snorts softly as he wipes the bar clean.]

Those are definitely the desperate ones. Not sure if it’ll be like this for the rest of the night.

[As Davesprite said, it’s already practically dead thanks to the storm, so he sighs.]

You’re also free to go home early. Doubt it’ll get any busy at all this late.

I dunno, seems like pretty "batten down the hatches and hope your roof doesn't spring for a better life somewhere else while you're asleep" kind of weather.

[But then, that's just him, and they've clearly had customers desperate enough to brave it already. And then there's the people who just don't really seem to care that there's a storm happening if it gets in the way of their business.

With a shrug, Davesprite curls up on a bar stool briefly and checks his phone.] Seems kind of a shitty deal to ditch you to run the place yourself for the rest of the night, dead or not.

Given that it is typhoon season, it's possible.

[Honestly, though, Izumo may really just commend those brave and...possibly wanting to get drunk souls.

He chuckles softly.]

Suit yourself. But if it gets worst, you're going home.

[Boss's orders.]

More than possible, if it's fucking typhoon season. Typhoons are all about seducing your roof off to take a bombastic honeymoon over on the next building.

[Because that sure is a good metaphor for typhoons and not at all kind of weird. Davesprite tilts his head up to give Izumo a bit of an odd look at that decision, though, intentionally echoing the look of the stereotypical shitty teenager offended at having to look away from his phone.]

Wow, okay dad, you gonna ground me if I don't.

[Izumo simply grins at him.]

I can always take a bit of your allowance away.

[He's teasing, okay. He won't really do anything, but he's practically everyone's "mother", what's one more to add to the list?]

[Davesprite had avoided any allowance-docking jokes himself because he figured that would be the obvious answer, but he still deadeyes Izumo a bit at the comment.]

I'm pretty sure docking my pay for working more than I'm supposed to be working is violating some kind of labour law, dude. [He's also joking, but it's harder to tell with Davesprite.]

[He laughs.]

Ah, but without any proper authorities to report to, I can't get in trouble for doing that.

I'm pretty sure that shinki authority they have can still picket shinki for exposing other shinki to shitty working conditions.

[He will run this line of deadpan joke into the ground, Izumo.]

Would that still work if your employer is a shinki, too?

[He's happy to play along.]

I mean, it's still the general field of shinki abuse, I'm pretty sure I could swing a decent argument for you being in a similar position of power over me.

[Because abuse of power is what it's all about. Or something. Davesprite doesn't actually know all that much about the shinki authority.]

That would depend on who you're going to file the complaint to.

Whoever the dudes who send out those shinki survey things are, they seem invested enough for this shit.

[Davesprite may have filled out a survey, but that doesn't mean he can't call them invested anyway.]

[He snickers, making himself a drink.]

If they did, they might give me trouble for letting possibly underaged shinki working here, too.

[Because who knows how old anyone really is in this place.]

I mean, they can't really work on possibly underaged, who knows shit about how old any of us are. I was still a teenager a couple of years before now from what I remembered a while ago, so there's your bona fides for me being totally old enough for bar work.

[When nobody has any hard evidence of how old any shinki are, they'd have a real fun time trying to slam him for being underage or Izumo for hiring him.]

[Izumo chuckles.]

No, they can't, especially since shinki can't age. It'd be fun for them to try, anyway.

Don't tempt me to just report you for shits and giggles and see how far they get before just giving the fuck up.

[Because it would probably be some kind of hilarious shenanigan to watch.]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You realize that's just too much trouble for me and put everyone here through unnecessary trouble.

You realise I'm never more than like fifty percent serious about anything I say, dude, unclench a little.

[That sure is some deadpan he makes the statement with as he goes back to poking through his phone.] I have never seen so many photos of people not giving a fuck about a typhoon in my afterlife.

You sure do have some dry humor, don't you?

[He sounds amused, but he does shrug and mill around a bit before he does place a drink in front of Davesprite.]

They have nothing else better to do.

I have all of the dry humour. I am the dry humour, it is me. [One might even say he has the best dry humour.

Davesprite looks over his phone to check what the drink is, but doesn't quite go for it yet since he's still trawling typhoon photos.] I could suggest some. Like maybe staying inside, or sleeping, or Netflix and chill, or a majestic variety of shit that doesn't require getting soaked through and blown across the street.

So you're the incarnate of dry humor. I was wondering where you've been.

[The drink isn't anything too fancy or even strong. Davesprite doesn't have to drink it if he wants.

Izumo hums.]

Those do sound like good ideas. Then again, I don't have much faith in people having enough common sense to stay out of this kind of weather.

Yeah, the Heavens just filed the paperwork wrong, I'm actually meant to be the god of dry humour. Fucking bureaucracy, am I right. [The deadpan is real. While there is still more ridiculous typhoon social media to go through on his phone, he at least does it one-handed so he can use the other to pick up the drink, sniff it, and decide it smells little enough of alcohol that he's not going to spit-take it onto his electronics. With that in mind, he takes a sip.]

Yeah, common sense is one of those oxymorons like functioning bureaucracy or trustworthy salesperson.

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