hazel grouse (
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Who: Hazel and u
What: small priest is heckled by trees and literature
When: May 21~23 or so, flexible
Where: Far Shore places
Warnings: hazel and jae-ha have an active sex life
Summary: heckle
I. spooky trees
[It is what it sounds like: somewhere on the Far Shore, anywhere on the Far Shore, where Hazel is and where you, the witness, also happen to be, Hazel is making his waydowntown around minding his own business like a man being followed. Or: he keeps looking over his shoulder, or stopping abruptly to look suddenly off to one side, or do all manner of things that look very much like he's trying to catch someone sneaking up on him.
But there isn't anyone there, because of course there isn't. Eventually, exasperated, he just comes to a natural stop and announces to the air:] Even the dang trees're nosy.
[have you ever been stalked by a spooky forest]
II. what kind of dewey decimal is this
[There's a library and new gods are being invited to come. That's enough for Hazel to finally nose around in there, after staying very much away from anything involving being within spitting distance of the old gods before now. He's a sight to behold when any individual old god passes by and expects a greeting, all manners and flattery and unpleasant looks the moment their backs are turned. He'd give them a rude gesture for the road, but that's far too improper for him.
But when he's not making childish faces at other gods' backs, he's trying to find... anything at all worthwhile in this place. There's nothing in order. It's a wreck. He can't find a single thing, and for all his practicing there are still plenty of kanji he's never seen before, so the older books in particular are brutal...
He pauses, picks a book up off a shelf, and frowns at it.] I can't even remember lookin' for this, it was so long ago.
[He has been here for Hours.]
III. wildcard
[hello what would you like to do? please ask and I can deliver]
What: small priest is heckled by trees and literature
When: May 21~23 or so, flexible
Where: Far Shore places
Warnings: hazel and jae-ha have an active sex life
Summary: heckle
I. spooky trees
[It is what it sounds like: somewhere on the Far Shore, anywhere on the Far Shore, where Hazel is and where you, the witness, also happen to be, Hazel is making his way
But there isn't anyone there, because of course there isn't. Eventually, exasperated, he just comes to a natural stop and announces to the air:] Even the dang trees're nosy.
[have you ever been stalked by a spooky forest]
II. what kind of dewey decimal is this
[There's a library and new gods are being invited to come. That's enough for Hazel to finally nose around in there, after staying very much away from anything involving being within spitting distance of the old gods before now. He's a sight to behold when any individual old god passes by and expects a greeting, all manners and flattery and unpleasant looks the moment their backs are turned. He'd give them a rude gesture for the road, but that's far too improper for him.
But when he's not making childish faces at other gods' backs, he's trying to find... anything at all worthwhile in this place. There's nothing in order. It's a wreck. He can't find a single thing, and for all his practicing there are still plenty of kanji he's never seen before, so the older books in particular are brutal...
He pauses, picks a book up off a shelf, and frowns at it.] I can't even remember lookin' for this, it was so long ago.
[He has been here for Hours.]
III. wildcard
[hello what would you like to do? please ask and I can deliver]
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Well, kidnappin' ain't all that nice either, but no one's gettin' their just desserts for draggin' us all here. If ya really think about it, I'm downright harmless in comparison.
no subject
But it still wasn't nice...
( It's just a mutter because two wrongs don't make a right but this isn't the hill Urashima's going to die on. He's really not trying to die again anytime soon, thank you very much. )
... What're you reading?
( Casually changing the topic to something nicer. )
no subject
Anyway, this book.]
Oh- this and that. This one's about... history, I think. [His kanji level is still so weak...]
no subject
You think?
( He's curious so he's going to come on over and try to catch a glimpse of what Hazel has. He's probably reading upside down and still from a bit of a distance (because he doesn't want to get all up in Hazel's grill) but he's able to slowly make out some kanji, he's turning his head to the side to make out a few more characters, )
Foreign policy and trade...?
( Sounds heavy. And boring. )
no subject
[Why is kanji so Hard... He shrugs and tries to look casual about how he can't read words properly, still.] My tutor's run off and disappeared, so I'm back to studyin' the words alone.
no subject
( Myths and legends and folktales... Urashima is actually here for similar reasons but he's more interested in the stories themselves than the histories behind them. )
If it's those... I can help you, if you want. I'm looking for stories too.
no subject
But sure, I'll take the help. Uh—maybe we oughta get us a ladder.
[They're both Small.]
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( He lives in a simple world. But nodding! They can go look for a ladder together. In the mean time, )
Is any old book okay?
no subject
[Meanwhile, Hazel has located a ladder... with wheels. Nothing could go wrong here. He wheels it over, like, check it out.] Get a load of this contraption. Who'd've thought they still had these wheelin' hazards around?