thenearshore | [OPEN] this is a sticky situation

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chikusa kakimoto | katekyo hitman reborn

[OPEN] this is a sticky situation

Who: Amane and you!
What: Amane goes shopping, and find herself in a cool yet sticky situation when she returns. Literally.
When: IC: June 4
Where: Shops (Near Shore), Random Temples (Far Shore)
WARNINGS: N/A.

► A: A Mundane Time. (Near Shore)
[With the weather growing warmer, and the strangeness that happened with the parade. Amane thought of something. Shopping. It gives her something to do, maybe get new clothes for herself. If she can’t buy them, she can get ideas and perhaps suggest them to Forrest later.

So there’s a young teenage girl in one of the stores, either a specialised clothes store or a department’s clothing section, looking a bit lost by all the choices. She really can’t tell if the prices are good, expensive or standard.

Turning to the nearest person (hopefully, they would notice her), she get their attention.]

Excuse me, are these good prices?

[Maybe she’s gesturing to a normal shirt, or skirt. Or maybe it’s the most flowery thing in the shop. Fortunately, not the tackiest?]

► B: But Things Get Icky (Far Shore)
[When she returns to the Far Shore, Amane makes her trip back towards Oya’s Temple with her shopping bags in her hands. Only to slow down to a stop when she suddenly feel... something cool touching her. Something cool and smells like nostalgia? And then soon enough, she glances up a little and feel the shaved, flavoured ice being sprinkled onto her face.

In fact, it’s being fallen all over her. Shifting her shopping bags to one hand, Amane try to use her free hand to cover herself with it, and her connected sleeve. Regardless, it’s still going to stain her and her clothes. And she runs.

Thinking it might be the weather, she head for the nearest possible shelter. Which may very well be YOUR temple!

So yeah, there’s a girl near your temple and her uniform looks like there’s some dark, wet patches all over. Even the flower headband she wears is stained with something… blue?]

Ah, excuse me for intruding so suddenly.

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[Ruri was out hanging her laundry, she just bought some new clothes and needed to get them cleaned up when she saw the other girl running towards her temple. Sighing she got a tarp then to throw over the laundry and walked over to the girl that looked like she was attacked by blue slushies.]

"Are you ok?"

[Amane slows down for a moment, once it seems like that strange... cold thing stopped? It's almost hard to tell when the now melted shaved ice makes her feel a little cooler. She blinks and looks at the other girl.

She straightens up, lowering her hand from shielding her head. And, embarrassingly, aware of how she might have look from her briefest of glances at her clothes.]

Ah... yes, I'm okay. I was surprised by... [What in the world is that, by the way?] ... something strange.

"Strange seems to happen here a lot. Do you need a place to clean off?"

[With that Ruri motions to the temple a bit.]

"I can't offer everything, but I do have towels."

[Amane nods, before she gives a bow.]

If you don't mind, I would be grateful to have a place to clean myself for a while.

[Ruri shakes her head]

"Not at all. I can get you a towel, or the bathhouse is over there."

[With that she points to a building by the temple]

"This place does odd things to people at odd times. At least it wasn't what would cause this on the other side."

[After a brief moment of thought, Amane nods before she reply.]

I think I'll borrow the bathhouse. [It might be better to wash whatever that fell on her off her skin. Although her headband would need to be laundered later. She glances at Ruri.] Have you heard of something similiar to this happen before? Something like a... light shower of coloured liquid?

[Ruri shakes her head a bit, she's heard of Airplanes jettisoning their blue toilet water and people getting crushed with them, but this probably is different.]

"Nothing like that, but this place seems to exist to give me headaches with illogical events."

I hoped for some kind of consistency or certain logic behind them...

[Like weather-based phenomenon, a tendency to use natural resources... Although that doesn't explain this flavoured scent she smell on her drenched clothes.]

"Sadly logic and this place do not seem to mesh. At least from a scientific view of the universe. If I ever find an actual classification that isn't frustrating I will gladly give it to you."

[Shun's out with the vultures today, looking a little worse for wear as he flicks a few extra scraps of food out to a few of them in his enclosed garden. They've already been fed properly, but he doesn't want to shut himself in after his unpleasant venture to the Near Shore this morning, so it's as good a reason as any to get rid of a few leftovers in the fridge.

When he hears the sound of footsteps in the grass, he turns almost immediately, tossing one last shred of meat out to the birds. Amane is easy enough to recognise even with her outfit stained like that, and Shun comes out of the garden entrance with a faintly incredulous look on his face.]

What the hell happened to you? [It looks like she got into a small-scale paintball fight.]

[Turns out she finds herself in a familiar temple. At very least, she thinks Shun's not the type to find this funny. Amane lowers her hand, seeing how her stained sleeve looks. That... gives her a general idea of what she looks like.

Yeah, this is making her feel mildly embarrassing.]

I'm not sure... Something cool was falling down on me. [A quick and cautious glance above her. The melted shaved ice feels cool against her skin, but she doesn't see anything coming down right now.] ... It stopped, I think.

[Or maybe she's safe near a temple's grounds?]

[That...is a very weird answer, and Shun's eyes narrow a little in something halfway between thoughtfulness and confusion. He hasn't encountered that problem himself, but he also can't think of anything cold that should be staining those sorts of colours onto someone's clothes.

When she looks above her, Shun follows that gaze with his own, and the absence of anything unusual leads him to look back down to her after a moment or two.]

If you came to my grounds to try and get away from it, then, it must've worked. Unless you needed something else.

[His tone makes it rather clear it's an offer - he generally doesn't invite people in, but if she wants to try washing it off or something, he wouldn't turn her down.]

[Amane can hear that offer in his tone. But her choice is pretty clear to herself. She can't exactly return back to Oya's Temple in her current state... more so for how other people see her, than her own god.]

If you don't mind, I would like to borrow a place to wash and change in.

[That's about what Shun was expecting, and with a slight nod, he walks from the garden entrance back towards the hill that is his temple. Once he reaches the front door, he glances back to Amane.]

Come in, then. It's not as if there isn't more than enough space in here for something like that.

Thank you.

[And well, she prefers being inside for washing up and changing into dry clothes. Amane follows after Shun into the temple.]

[The person she turns to is a stoic looking- youth, probably, despite his looming height, who is staring very intently at what appears to be a hat rack filled with a variety of different beanies. He himself is already wearing one, a thick knit peach hat, but he seems to be struggling with picking out another.]

[For a second, he doesn't realize she's even talking to him- he's on the Near Shore, after all, so he's expecting to be ignored- but after a second, he finally looks to her as if blinking out of a haze.]

...Oh. You. [He remembers her slightly, from the festival, before things went to shit. Shifting, he inspects what has her interest.] Are you trying to save money...?

[Ah, she remembers him a little. His peach hat got a quick glance from her, before she turns her attention fully onto him.

Oh, his question.]

... Generally, yes. [Saving money is a good thing, after all.] I'm not used to shopping for clothes, so I don't know what's to expect from the prices.

Looking at other stores usually gives you a point of comparison…

[...But not a lot of people are particularly meticulous like that sometimes, or are just in a rush. And he knows better than to just suggest stealing. Right now, anyway.]

You have one of those phones, don’t you...?

My phone? Yes.

[She can browse on the internet. But a part of Amane likes going into the stores and look around for herself. She takes out her phone, still in sleep mode.]

Between all the different fashion styles and brands, it feels like a lot to take in.

That's the easiest way, then.

[Thank god for modern technology. It's not something Chikusa thinks he's used to himself, at least not enough to it have been a habit that carried over from life into death, but he's quickly gotten the hang of it.]

Isn't it easier to stick to one fashion, then...?

It would be...

[She turns on her phone, opening up the mobile browser if they need to.]

But I'm thinking of trying something new. [As in, something other than her strange uniform. There's some part of her that want to try.]

[Asking this hot disaster of a woman for fashion advice is either a horrible idea or a great one. Sharak is dressed in her priestly robes and furry tail still, but even she can only ignore the subtle hints to expand her wardrobe for so long, so here she is: shopping. She looks up from the pair of jeans she was examining when Amane approaches her.]

For this? [Puts the jeans down, takes the flowery skirt out of her hands. Checks the tag, tests the strength of the seams...] ... A little expensive, I think. It isn't very well made.

[The sight of the priestly robes is probably comforting for Amane to see, on some level. She ignores that, somewhat, to focus on the other woman's answer. Amane glances back at the flowery skirt.]

I guess I won't buy it. [Plenty of fishes in the sea. Or skirts. Amane tilts her head a bit.] But it's not well made?

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