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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

[shockshot]

[She tilts her head. It sounds almost as if he was a higher tier priest as it were.]

You do? Were you like...what do they call them...

[She frowns, thinking, before brightening.]

Ah! An exorcist?

[churchbelle]

Comes with the territory, yeah. [Priesthood is weird in Texas...]

I've got a couple things that are wholly unique to me, but I can't give away all the tricks of the trade like that, y'understand.

[He even winks. Winking, here, about priest magic. It's fine.]

[shockshot]

[She kind of tilts her head at him, and raises her eyebrows.]

N...no, I understand. We all have our secrets, I guess...?

[Or gods do. Priest magic. Weird.]

[churchbelle]

[Listen, it's fine. He'll get sensitive if he has to talk about it, anyway.]

Right. Don't trouble yourself about it, miss, it's nothin'.

[shockshot]

[She doesn't want him to get sensitive about it, that's for sure.]

Well, all right. I'll respect your privacy.

[She offers him a small smile.]

But I'm curious. Not the priest stuff but...I don't think you told me what god you are? Other then it's not of spooky trees.

[churchbelle]

Oh—well, I'm not one to go around talkin' about that kind of thing. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth, callin' myself a god. Priest and all.

[This is all very sacrilegious, probably?? So.] But I've been runnin' errands for the missin' fella called Aengus, wherever he's gone.

[shockshot]

Oh, no I get it now. Sorry. Force of habit.

[She waves a hand. Needs to think a little maybe...but Aengus. She things about it, and shakes her head.]

Maybe he's taking a vacation. I can't say the name sounds familiar.

[churchbelle]

Irish, I think. [He googled.] Which really doesn't explain what he was doin' here, or involved with this country at all. It's one hell of a mystery.

[None of it makes sense, hence his eventual sidequest to look up his namesake. Are they even the same person? No clue.]

[shockshot]

[Google, you are so helpful.]

Yeah, no, I get what you mean. I've...got an Aztec god, and we're both kind of clueless as to how that happened.

Especially since-I don't think he's been to Japan before. Like, ever.

[churchbelle]

Well, shoot, do I look particularly Irish? [He didn't think so...] None of it makes a lick of sense, unless someone's got a bad sense of humor.

[shockshot]

[She blinks up at him.]

I dunno. What does an Irish person look like?

[She shakes her head.]

But honestly, everything is weird. Emojis are weird. It's cool, but it's also weird.

[churchbelle]

[He has no idea-] Freckles, I reckon.

Have ya had anyone try to hold an entire dang conversation in those things? It's right unbearable.

[shockshot]

Huh. Well, you'd look cute with freckles.

[Kind of a passing compliment there as she thinks about that, and shakes her head.]

Not yet. But I wouldn't be surprised if that'll happen at some point.

[churchbelle]

[Hazel tries, briefly, to imagine himself with freckles. Enh.... doubt. But okay.]

It's somethin' to behold. But people who won't give ya the time of day over a lil angry face ain't worth tryin' with, after a time. Gets real tirin', real fast.

[shockshot]

[At least she's not offering to draw some on. Moving on.]

Yeah it's...I've tried looking it up.

[Google. She's been playing with it. She admits it.]

And the short speech too. If I could get it to work like a phone with a voice, I think I'd be much happier. That way, weird tiny faces could be avoided.

[Not entirely. But mostly. Maybe.]

[churchbelle]

Wait, are ya tellin' me ya don't know how to use your phone like a phone? I didn't think everyone around here was that addicted to textin'.

[Just talk at them while they spam faces, it's fine, just do it.]

[shockshot]

Not on the network, no. I'm not addicted, I just...don't know how to do it. I'm kinda still...learning how to phone.

[Talk to silly faces, it's fine, it's fine.]

[churchbelle]

Unless there's some secret I'm not privy to, it's as easy as pushin' a different button.

[shockshot]

Really? [That...simple. Ah.] I'm so dumb....