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[open] the anthem of a bird with a broken wing
Who: Shun and you!
What: Dragging people out of the spooky dark forest, having Vulture Problems again, and investigating the weird sun-blocking stingray while coming under its effects himself.
When: June 3-4
Where: The spooky dark forest, Nekhbet's temple, affected parts of the Near Shore.
Warnings: Probably some vague PTSD-related stuff in the first prompt, but nothing too serious. Third has more on that front with the potential to get darker given the effects of the stingray ayakashi.
[A: June 3rd, Morning, Far Shore Forest]
[It's been a little while since the dark forest has started appearing, and though Shun's definitely taken brief strolls through it when he's run across it - because whenever he's actively intended to patrol the place, he can never find the damn thing - today's the first time he's doing more than that. It's the fireflies that lead him there first, though he lets them vanish into the far distance once they cross the borders of the woods, and for once, he hasn't been sidetracked into the place when he's had something else he's needed to do or hasn't been in the state to risk staying. He'd been paying for his stubbornness at the festival for about the whole week beyond it, after all.
So it is that he ends up walking purposefully through the trees, head turning at each distant scream or moan that filters through them. It takes everything he has to ignore the urge to run after them, to try and find a source, but constantly reminding himself that it's a lure, like the fireflies and like the nature of the forest itself, gives him something to focus on and minimise the desire to fall into a very obvious trap. Filtering out the distant screams helps for more than one reason, the sound threatening to blur into ones much more familiar to him, but it also means his focus is a little skewed, and when he hears a noise much closer in the trees, his reaction is sharp and immediate as he leaps up into the branches of a nearby tree to check what it might've been.
He can't actually see through the dense foliage to the place he heard the sound, but the sound of any other approach is something much easier for him to notice now, as well as the sight of anyone else roaming the forest. And it is true he's here to patrol, so this scope reminds him of what else he could be doing in this situation, even if it could also find him someone to help track down that stranger noise. Whether one approaches Shun as he's perched in the trees or is approached by him as he winds quickly and skilfully through the branches, his question to whoever he encounters will be the same.]
Did those fireflies lead you in here, or are you here for something else? [He could just ask if people are lost, but maybe this way people who actually are lost won't deny it.]
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[B: June 3rd, Afternoon, Nekhbet's Temple]
[Anyone in the vicinity of the oddly-shaped, buried-in-a-hill temple that is Nekhbet's might find themselves victim to drive-by vultures, whether in the form of sharp rushes of wind as the large birds swoop excitedly down over people, or wings to the face as a few of them get a little too careless with that enthusiasm. Any amount of investigation will turn up a large crowd of vultures sitting on the hilly "roof" of the temple's ground floor, all tilting their heads curiously and ruffling feathers as Shun picks through the wings of one of them, his grip as gentle as it can be while still being firm as the bird worms around in his hands. Despite being the god of this temple, even he's considered it unwise to go into this particular situation without thick gloves to stop any potential attacks on his hands, and given the pair of tweezers he's angling into one wing, it's probably warranted.]
Hold still. [The remark is more one of open frustration than actually directed at the bird, but it does stop wriggling for at least a moment, and Shun takes the opportunity to get hold of what he's been aiming for. With a sharp tweak, he pulls a narrow thorn out of the bird's wing, casting it aside before smoothing the feathers down and picking through the rest of them. Apparently satisfied, he lets the bird go, and it hops around in front of him in what appears to be some kind of aggressive display for a moment...before it hops into his lap and sits there instead, fluffing its wings importantly.
Shun sighs like he's about to make some derisive comment, but it's interrupted by his notice of anyone approaching, and as his sharp golden eyes look up to scan the newcomer, all of the vultures gathered around him turn to stare intently at them as well, even the one in Shun's lap.
Congratulations, you now have the attention of about two dozen questionably friendly vultures. And a questionably friendly falcon, though much less questionable to people who actually know him.]
If you came to watch that mess, you'll have to wait until another one of them is stupid enough to dive through a rose bush.
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[C: June 4th, Morning, Near Shore]
[Normally Shun would be doing some training with his powers at this time of day when he has another training commitment in the afternoon, but the weird shadows he's been seeing over patches of sky in the course of his job and general wandering on the Near Shore are getting frustrating enough that he can't put off finding out what it is any longer. It's almost a relief when he gets to the next affected area and the stingray-like thing blotting out the sun is so ludicrously obvious he almost can't believe nobody from the Near Shore has noticed it, but on the other hand, the people below are listless in a manner he's only rarely seen before. The thought puts an unsettled edge to his bearing even as he passes into the shadowed area, and it only gets worse as he questions some of the people beneath it in no more than curt, quick interrogations.
Losses becoming raw once again, as if they'd only happened yesterday. Depressive behaviour thought shed coming back, the listlessness leaving some wondering if there had really been a point to trying to move on. It's different from some, the same from others, but the words weigh down on him in a manner that he knows is unnatural as soon as he notices the effect, and though he knows immediately that he needs to get out of this area, the thought seems to slip from his mind almost as soon as he makes it, replaced with a cloying catatonia. For someone as alert and aware by nature, by necessity as he's been for a long time now, it's an unbearable inebriation, and despite himself, he feels his heart beating faster as he realises that with the size of the creature and the state he's in, he may not be able to escape the area, or at least not for a while. Trying to reach for his godly teleportation ability only nets him a thick fog of twisted thoughts, everything he's had reason to doubt or fear in the last two years tangled into a confusing, impenetrable mess with the excess he'd willingly picked up from the people here settled in over it, and the feeling drives him back to the darkest shadowed areas as the stingray keeps circling overhead, apparently happy in these skies for the moment.
Anyone else in the area may, from a distance, mistake him for an observer, with his slow, seemingly measured steps and his head tilted up towards the ayakashi. However, on closer inspection, his eyes are unfocused and unsettled, his movements short and jagged as he takes another few paces that are clearly taking far more effort than they ever should, towards the edge of the shadow that seems impossibly far in the distance right now. And, perhaps most tellingly for some, his reactions are seriously delayed, his attention snapping to whoever comes near a few metres later than he usually notices an approach, along with a slight recoil as if to prepare for a fight in the moment it takes for him to identify who it is.]
Why are you here? [Right now, the details of just about anything are hard to grasp, including why others from the Far Shore might be in this area. As soon as he pushes one intrusive thought aside, another one pushes through instead, leaving him sifting through things hard enough to live through once with a strained grimace on his face that says he’s going to have trouble doing it alone much longer.]
--
[D: Wildcard]
[[Have another idea? Feel free to poke me for plotting!]]
What: Dragging people out of the spooky dark forest, having Vulture Problems again, and investigating the weird sun-blocking stingray while coming under its effects himself.
When: June 3-4
Where: The spooky dark forest, Nekhbet's temple, affected parts of the Near Shore.
Warnings: Probably some vague PTSD-related stuff in the first prompt, but nothing too serious. Third has more on that front with the potential to get darker given the effects of the stingray ayakashi.
[A: June 3rd, Morning, Far Shore Forest]
[It's been a little while since the dark forest has started appearing, and though Shun's definitely taken brief strolls through it when he's run across it - because whenever he's actively intended to patrol the place, he can never find the damn thing - today's the first time he's doing more than that. It's the fireflies that lead him there first, though he lets them vanish into the far distance once they cross the borders of the woods, and for once, he hasn't been sidetracked into the place when he's had something else he's needed to do or hasn't been in the state to risk staying. He'd been paying for his stubbornness at the festival for about the whole week beyond it, after all.
So it is that he ends up walking purposefully through the trees, head turning at each distant scream or moan that filters through them. It takes everything he has to ignore the urge to run after them, to try and find a source, but constantly reminding himself that it's a lure, like the fireflies and like the nature of the forest itself, gives him something to focus on and minimise the desire to fall into a very obvious trap. Filtering out the distant screams helps for more than one reason, the sound threatening to blur into ones much more familiar to him, but it also means his focus is a little skewed, and when he hears a noise much closer in the trees, his reaction is sharp and immediate as he leaps up into the branches of a nearby tree to check what it might've been.
He can't actually see through the dense foliage to the place he heard the sound, but the sound of any other approach is something much easier for him to notice now, as well as the sight of anyone else roaming the forest. And it is true he's here to patrol, so this scope reminds him of what else he could be doing in this situation, even if it could also find him someone to help track down that stranger noise. Whether one approaches Shun as he's perched in the trees or is approached by him as he winds quickly and skilfully through the branches, his question to whoever he encounters will be the same.]
Did those fireflies lead you in here, or are you here for something else? [He could just ask if people are lost, but maybe this way people who actually are lost won't deny it.]
--
[B: June 3rd, Afternoon, Nekhbet's Temple]
[Anyone in the vicinity of the oddly-shaped, buried-in-a-hill temple that is Nekhbet's might find themselves victim to drive-by vultures, whether in the form of sharp rushes of wind as the large birds swoop excitedly down over people, or wings to the face as a few of them get a little too careless with that enthusiasm. Any amount of investigation will turn up a large crowd of vultures sitting on the hilly "roof" of the temple's ground floor, all tilting their heads curiously and ruffling feathers as Shun picks through the wings of one of them, his grip as gentle as it can be while still being firm as the bird worms around in his hands. Despite being the god of this temple, even he's considered it unwise to go into this particular situation without thick gloves to stop any potential attacks on his hands, and given the pair of tweezers he's angling into one wing, it's probably warranted.]
Hold still. [The remark is more one of open frustration than actually directed at the bird, but it does stop wriggling for at least a moment, and Shun takes the opportunity to get hold of what he's been aiming for. With a sharp tweak, he pulls a narrow thorn out of the bird's wing, casting it aside before smoothing the feathers down and picking through the rest of them. Apparently satisfied, he lets the bird go, and it hops around in front of him in what appears to be some kind of aggressive display for a moment...before it hops into his lap and sits there instead, fluffing its wings importantly.
Shun sighs like he's about to make some derisive comment, but it's interrupted by his notice of anyone approaching, and as his sharp golden eyes look up to scan the newcomer, all of the vultures gathered around him turn to stare intently at them as well, even the one in Shun's lap.
Congratulations, you now have the attention of about two dozen questionably friendly vultures. And a questionably friendly falcon, though much less questionable to people who actually know him.]
If you came to watch that mess, you'll have to wait until another one of them is stupid enough to dive through a rose bush.
--
[C: June 4th, Morning, Near Shore]
[Normally Shun would be doing some training with his powers at this time of day when he has another training commitment in the afternoon, but the weird shadows he's been seeing over patches of sky in the course of his job and general wandering on the Near Shore are getting frustrating enough that he can't put off finding out what it is any longer. It's almost a relief when he gets to the next affected area and the stingray-like thing blotting out the sun is so ludicrously obvious he almost can't believe nobody from the Near Shore has noticed it, but on the other hand, the people below are listless in a manner he's only rarely seen before. The thought puts an unsettled edge to his bearing even as he passes into the shadowed area, and it only gets worse as he questions some of the people beneath it in no more than curt, quick interrogations.
Losses becoming raw once again, as if they'd only happened yesterday. Depressive behaviour thought shed coming back, the listlessness leaving some wondering if there had really been a point to trying to move on. It's different from some, the same from others, but the words weigh down on him in a manner that he knows is unnatural as soon as he notices the effect, and though he knows immediately that he needs to get out of this area, the thought seems to slip from his mind almost as soon as he makes it, replaced with a cloying catatonia. For someone as alert and aware by nature, by necessity as he's been for a long time now, it's an unbearable inebriation, and despite himself, he feels his heart beating faster as he realises that with the size of the creature and the state he's in, he may not be able to escape the area, or at least not for a while. Trying to reach for his godly teleportation ability only nets him a thick fog of twisted thoughts, everything he's had reason to doubt or fear in the last two years tangled into a confusing, impenetrable mess with the excess he'd willingly picked up from the people here settled in over it, and the feeling drives him back to the darkest shadowed areas as the stingray keeps circling overhead, apparently happy in these skies for the moment.
Anyone else in the area may, from a distance, mistake him for an observer, with his slow, seemingly measured steps and his head tilted up towards the ayakashi. However, on closer inspection, his eyes are unfocused and unsettled, his movements short and jagged as he takes another few paces that are clearly taking far more effort than they ever should, towards the edge of the shadow that seems impossibly far in the distance right now. And, perhaps most tellingly for some, his reactions are seriously delayed, his attention snapping to whoever comes near a few metres later than he usually notices an approach, along with a slight recoil as if to prepare for a fight in the moment it takes for him to identify who it is.]
Why are you here? [Right now, the details of just about anything are hard to grasp, including why others from the Far Shore might be in this area. As soon as he pushes one intrusive thought aside, another one pushes through instead, leaving him sifting through things hard enough to live through once with a strained grimace on his face that says he’s going to have trouble doing it alone much longer.]
--
[D: Wildcard]
[[Have another idea? Feel free to poke me for plotting!]]
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[Not that Kurosaki-sama had put it like that, but that's what he'd been basically going for with that whole 'apologies are a waste of breath' and 'telling people they're in the way is totally the only way to do it' thing.]
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You'd be surprised how many people don't realise that. [By this point, he's starting to lose count of the people who've decided he's "nice" without knowing any more about him than the barest of details. Admittedly, the one person who does know more still thinks that, but Shun still has his doubts about being called that regardless, especially by people who don't have that information.]
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The guy is actually good with being dug at like that.
Huh.]
Nope, I get it.
So you'll probably just take it if I'm not nice right back and say 'why do you need to know what the ayakashi is doing, it's an ayakashi and you should just kill it, dumbass.'
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Because attacking it went so well for you just now. My shinki isn't a standard weapon, so to fight something like that, I'd need to get creative. Knowing what effects I should be looking out for and what it might try to defend itself with is information worth trying to get, especially since I don't have my shinki with me right now anyway.
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Right, right.
By the way, I wasn't attacking it. I was making it move. You're welcome.
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Yukine's last remark gets a dismissive snort, though, because this feels like a conversation they've had before.]
If you need words to figure out someone pulled out of a bad situation might appreciate it, that's your problem, not mine.
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Nah, it's fine. I figured you'd appreciate it. That's why I'm saying "you're welcome". 'Cause you aren't going to say 'thanks', but you will say a bunch of words about not saying that word.
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That's because I'm optimistic enough to think people might actually listen to those words the once and save me from having to repeat them.
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[Yukine looks over at the man with a grin that’s actually becoming closer to an honest smile.]
You don’t look like the optimistic type.
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I'd call myself a realist. Most other people prefer some variation of "paranoid".
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[A small part of him is honestly curious, but mostly he's just wondering how far this can go.]
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[His tone says that he's really just frustrated with that whole angle of things. Particularly the ones who won't take him not being nice for an answer.]
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[Said with a healthy helping of sarcasm.
Because it is rude, and 'most' people probably aren't wrong.
He looks over at Kurosaki-sama thoughtfully for a moment, although he's reflecting upon himself. He was ...pretty rude at the start. Especially to Hiyori. So it's not like he can say much.
Yukine then turns his gaze up at the sky. He kind of wonders what would happen to Kurosaki-sama to change his mind, the way the ablution changed him.]
Well, whatever. If you really don't mind people thinking you're a rude, paranoid asshole, then you'll just keep on doing whatever you want.
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[The sarcasm isn't missed, but Shun just answers flatly, as if it doesn't bother him at all. His attitude isn't something that's going to just change with a snap of fingers, and the fact is that overall, he really isn't as nice a person as some people want to pretend he is. Or at least, that's his opinion on the matter.
Likewise, the reaction to Yukine straight-up calling him an asshole is basically none at all - he'd probably be less annoyed by people assuming that instead of assuming nice, honestly. With a slight shrug, he glances up to the sky for a moment, following Yukine's gaze until he simply looks back down to the still-straggling leftover civilians.]
I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not for someone else's benefit. If that bothers them, they don't have to be around me.
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Whatever you say, Kurosaki-sama.
You irk the hell outta me, but I guess I have a thick skin because of my moronic god.
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Given Shun's met Yato, though, he can definitely see where Yukine's coming from with that, and he gives one of those faintly amused snorts that are the only show he ever seems to make of amusement.]
Dealing with him, I can see why you'd need one.
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Instead, he goes for an irritated sigh.]
Right? Did you ever end up meeting him again? Anyway, just once is plenty enough to get it. You'd not believe what he's like to live with.
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I saw him yesterday, actually, but he was busy pretending he hadn't gotten himself lured into that strange forest by fireflies.
[Shun's tone says all that needs to be said about how convincing he found that.]
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[Firmly planting a palm to his forehead, Yukine groans. He's had a rough life, can you tell?]
I knew it. I knew something had happened! Dodgy bastard-
I can't imagine he was much help either. I'm sorry you had to put up with him in a situation like that.
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At the apology, though, Shun just gives a dismissive sound.]
It's his fault for being an idiot, not yours. That's an even more pointless apology than most.
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[A job he takes very seriously. It's his life.]
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[Granted, this is somewhat hypocritical coming from someone whose best friend has been known to have to punch him unconscious to keep him in line, but that was a mistake and he knows it.]
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And there are a scary amount of things the same between the two jobs. Right now, I figure
all gods are 5-year-olds in one way or another. Or more than one way.
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Most people act like children in one way or another, it's hardly exclusive to gods. And yet they somehow manage to survive without constant supervision.
[Shun's tone implies he considers himself not part of that group of people who act like children, despite how many people would probably disagree with him when it comes to, say, the topic of accepting help.]
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“Somehow”.
[Something on the edge of his mind tells him that this could be thrown into a whole complicated discussion, and he prefers to keep things simple. So he shrugs lightly.]
Well, whatever. So long as they live.
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