Early morning meetings [closed]

[tacomeme]

Who: Takumi and Dust (mithrarin )
What: Takumi gets a message that he's getting a new shinki, literally moments before the poor guy is dropped off.
When: June 8
Where: Ninigi-no-Mikoto's Temple
Warnings: Mentions of Dust's death, Takumi trying too hard

[Takumi woke up that day dreaming of lava and grief.

He had been told by Lara that gods knew things about their shinki, but the dream didn't seem to fit Ineki- she was soulless, did she even have memories? Luckily the answer came quickly. Literally. By a messenger standing right outside his bedroom door and causing Takumi to curse and dart into a restroom. Wow, rude?!

Once he was more put together (and Ineki kept offering the messenger breakfast), he was told what was happening- he was being assigned a new shinki. One that was an actual soul. He was reminded of the Secret and to name him, told he was downstairs.

Then they left, with Ineki still trying to put his hair up for the day.

In fact she still was when Takumi jogged downstairs, the soulless shinki trailing after him.]

Dust? Are you Dust?

[Oh. He had been expecting a human. Not a... kitsune? The tail makes him think kitsune, though it's not exact. Well, either way, he was here now]

Comments

[tacomeme]

Yeah. It's kinda weird but I can hear you.

[He gives the blade a small twirl]

It'll take some getting used to- I'm used to thinner blades. But I can use this. The wider edge SHOULD make it harder to use, like a club. But it's so light weight... And, whoa- those hooked edges at the top... that must be devastating-!

[Don't mind him gushing over you, Dust]

[mithrarin]

[Dust lets him gush a little, paying little mind to it, while he steels himself to ask something. It's embarrassing, and strange, and yet...]

So... It might be better if you take a few practice swings?

[He wants to see just what Takumi can do with him.]

[tacomeme]

Right, right. Let's go outside. I don't want to wreak the place if you have some ability we don't know about.

[Luckily it's not a long walk- and Takumi is almost jogging in his eagerness. The yard is lovely- with the light warmness of spring and many blooming trees. And an area for archery practice, just like he mentioned before, along with a few dummies already full of arrows a bit away from the more classic targets]

Alright... let's see.

[He does a few practice swings, getting used to the size and weight of the blade before darting in at one of the dummies. His strikes are fast and precise. Not the strength of someone looking to cleave a limb certainly, but aimed directly at vitals. The heart, the kidneys, the throat.

A bit of wind kicks up as he moves- he's so used to the Fujin Yumi's abilities that he mimics them with his god powers almost without thinking, making his steps lighter.]

Heh, not bad.

[mithrarin]

I feel like I ought to be getting sick from this. [Not that he's sad he isn't, but being swung around like the weapon he now physically is is a little disconcerting at best.] But from what I can tell...

I think this will work. If we have to. I think we can make it work. [And as hesitant as he is to be used as a weapon instead of use a weapon himself, he can't entirely keep from feeling a certain amount of satisfaction.]

[tacomeme]

[He can feel an echo of that satisfaction, and smiles]

Good. I'm not to excited about being conscripted into all this god stuff, but the people here can't defend themselves with their gods gone. So I'm going to do what I can.

And I'd appreciate having someone to back me up.

[mithrarin]

I'm not exactly thrilled about being pushed in all this myself.

But... I couldn't just stand by and watch either. So conscripted or forced, we just have to remember we're doing what we'd be doing anyway, right?

[Think positive, focus on what needs to be done and not why it's being done. Dust can try to do that much, especially if his god is sharing that viewpoint.]

[tacomeme]

Exactly.

[He relaxes his hold on Dust's hilt, so he can revert if he wants to]

If you're up to it, I'd like to start training first thing tomorrow. I think we could BOTH use the rest of the day to relax.

[mithrarin]

[Dust... isn't certain how to change back. Doesn't Takumi have to say his actual name or something?]

Relax... I'll have to see if I can figure out how to. I'm not certain what it is I like to DO for that.

[Little do either of them know... it's very little.]

[tacomeme]

I have a few things around here- books and a few games. But you're free to use any of it or bring things in. Basically any place but where I sleep is open if you wanna use it.

... Oh. You can turn back now, Dust.

[He's a brand new baby god, he's still learning]

[mithrarin]

[And just like that, Dust lands on the ground in a crouch, which he rises from a bit unsteadily. The whole experience had been rather unnerving, though he's betting the next time will be better.]

Well... I don't have any idea how to make a home out of any place, but I'm sure I'll work it out. Especially since I don't have much other choice. [He smiles faintly, not meaning it as any dig against Takumi.] I guess the question is, what now? Are we supposed to go out and fight the -- 'ayakashi'?

[tacomeme]

[He seems to understand it's not personal, and grips Dust's shoulder companionably]

That's the plan. I know I'll feel better once I have something to fight.

[mithrarin]

[A bit surprised by the unexpected contact, Dust hesitates a moment -- before smiling.]

You know, I think we can make this work.