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[churchbelle]

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 way downtown 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]

Comments

[churchbelle]

Dead.

[Huh. Well. He supposes that's a possibility, which he considers as he looks down at his book again. Dead...]

That's an awful lot of gods dyin' at once. Is there somethin' in the holy water?

[reformedsinner]

Poison? I'd be very surprised if this is happening accidentally.

[He shrugs, very slightly, and strolls a few feet down the packed shelves, glancing down the row of books. No sign of his quarry yet.]

[churchbelle]

[...Hmm. Hazel doesn't follow, but after a short pause, he's aimlessly(?) wandering in the same direction, not trying to catch up much at all. Just. He's still here, talking.]

And do ya think were still bein' poisoned, now that they've thinned the herd some?

[reformedsinner]

[Hakkai notes the not-quite-aimless wander, but politely avoids bringing attention to it, running one hand along a shelf instead and tutting under his breath at the dust that gathers on his fingertips.]

It's still thinning, isn't it?

[Gods are still disappearing. The rate may be unpredictable, but new gods are appearing and old and new gods both are vanishing. Hakkai wishes he knew more about why, or who might be behind it; there are too many questions and too little evidence, though, in the end.

He can at least say with certainty that it's still going on.]

[churchbelle]

Well, I reckon everybody dies eventually.

[Eventually. Without interference. Everybody dies, probably.]

If ya ask me we're doin' an absolutely terrible job, but most of us are still kickin'.

[reformedsinner]

Indeed we are, whether or not we're still alive.

[He laughs, artificially, and stretches onto his tiptoes to check another shelf... no. Not there either. Maybe Hazel is right, and it'll turn up when he stops looking for it. He's not going to stop looking just yet, though.]

Ah well, who can speak to the motives of our... unknown problem?