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thenearshore2017-01-09 01:42 am
slantedcross) wrote in thenearshore2017-01-09 01:42 am
[open] i'm a dangerous man put some money in my pocket
Who: Youji + you
What: Emotional hangover, some god power exploration...
When: Slightly backdated, June 1-3 as needed
Where: Outside his home, let's be flexible.
Warnings: Not so far. Will update as it becomes necessary.
June 1
[It's not really 'liquid courage' if you don't need courage in the first place, but there you go.
Youji is seated in an outdoor cafe area, it is barely past noon, but there's a bottle of wine on the table and he should probably, probably look for someone to share it with, because otherwise he will drink the whole thing. He's got enough in his system to dull his thoughts, but his reflexes are fast behind and if he's talking between glasses...
So to someone at the next table or just passing by (i.e., you), he lifts the bottle as if to pour, and smiles sheepishly.]
I have a spare glass, too... this is too much for one person.
June 2
[Back in that same cafe area... now he's got coffee instead of alcohol. Must have been a rough morning.
He's also got a sketchbook out in front of him, and few scattered pages are ripped and balled up around him. He starts to sketch, but is clearly frustrated by something, and when he's not ripping out more pages, he's very vigorously scribbling over drawings of these three women. He isn't the best artist, but he was passable enough to teach it credibly.]
Meditations on... what, exactly, am I doing? Wish I had that painting to destroy, now...
June 3
[Surprisingly enough, he's back in the same spot. He's already turned the waitress away twice, though, as he checks under the table and all the chairs, looking frantically for something.]
I know I've ripped it half to shreds by this point but is this any way to...
[He knocks a few balled up papers and swears as he bends over to pick them all up.]
Where is my damn sketchbook?
What: Emotional hangover, some god power exploration...
When: Slightly backdated, June 1-3 as needed
Where: Outside his home, let's be flexible.
Warnings: Not so far. Will update as it becomes necessary.
June 1
[It's not really 'liquid courage' if you don't need courage in the first place, but there you go.
Youji is seated in an outdoor cafe area, it is barely past noon, but there's a bottle of wine on the table and he should probably, probably look for someone to share it with, because otherwise he will drink the whole thing. He's got enough in his system to dull his thoughts, but his reflexes are fast behind and if he's talking between glasses...
So to someone at the next table or just passing by (i.e., you), he lifts the bottle as if to pour, and smiles sheepishly.]
I have a spare glass, too... this is too much for one person.
June 2
[Back in that same cafe area... now he's got coffee instead of alcohol. Must have been a rough morning.
He's also got a sketchbook out in front of him, and few scattered pages are ripped and balled up around him. He starts to sketch, but is clearly frustrated by something, and when he's not ripping out more pages, he's very vigorously scribbling over drawings of these three women. He isn't the best artist, but he was passable enough to teach it credibly.]
Meditations on... what, exactly, am I doing? Wish I had that painting to destroy, now...
June 3
[Surprisingly enough, he's back in the same spot. He's already turned the waitress away twice, though, as he checks under the table and all the chairs, looking frantically for something.]
I know I've ripped it half to shreds by this point but is this any way to...
[He knocks a few balled up papers and swears as he bends over to pick them all up.]
Where is my damn sketchbook?
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[Youji's hands are up, and his voice is fast, just the slightest tinge of desperation.]
This is where the conflict originated. I'm not anyone's master, and thank whatever... whatever other gods there are for it. I don't want to be someone's master. I shouldn't have that much control over anyone!
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[I had no intention of reopening old wounds: he should have said that, or something like it, but Youji is still, talking, and hos words - well, they don't really make sense.
[It would at least, or so Kija supposes, explain the disagreement - though it seems a very curious point on which to disagree. What Youji's objections to the notion of masters and servants should be he cannot begin to imagine and now he's no doubt compounding the problem by being confused all over again. But it - well, surely that is just how the world works? You might as well object to the notion that... that the crops need rain as well as sunlight if they are to grow, maybe. It was hardly a question of whether or not they should mind the soaking.]
I... don't really understand.
[It seems the only thing to say, at this juncture. Well, unless--]
But you do not have to worry about that any more. Your... I suppose, your obligations to me - whatever they were before - are quite ended. I-- [oh, this is ridiculous - how exactly did one drop 'whatever lunatic is running this place thought I should also be some kind of deity' into conversation without sounding like a deluded maniac themselves?] --am no longer anyone's shinki.
[And, in all honesty, Kija isn't very comfortable with that.
[He was born to serve.]
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So you have command of another. Is that it?
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[--oh.
[Maybe that was the cause of Youji's hesitation. Maybe, in being asked to play the master, his sense of order was offended, too? Maybe he can understand, after all.]
Did you feel that, about me?
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[He looks sidelong at Kija.]
My friend said he acquainted you with all of this...
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[Kija really hopes that Youji and Omi have not been disagreeing about this. Bad enough it had happened at all without it causing trouble between friends, too.]
Well, some of it. Most of it. He was--
[But it isn't his place to say that, either. Whatever Omi had been dealing with when they met, it had clearly been very personal indeed.]
He was... troubled, when we met. And I was the one who brought it up.
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People are just naturally biased like that.