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thenearshore2017-03-05 01:54 pm
revolutionfalcon) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-05 01:54 pm
Entry tags:
- nanako dojima | persona 4,
- shun kurosaki | yu-gi-oh! arc-v,
- wendy | kuroshitsuji,
- ω hajime ichinose | gatchaman crowds,
- ω lavi | d.gray-man,
- ω ren suzugamori | cardfight!! vanguard,
- ω ronald knox | kuroshitsuji,
- ω toshizou hijikata | peace maker kuro,
- ω yukine | noragami,
- ω yuri kozukata | fatal frame
[open + 1 closed + 1 semi-closed] a pocket full of posies
Who: A + B: Shun and anyone! C: Shun and Ren, D: Shun and existing CR
What: Shun attempts to relocate a substantial portion of his temple garden to his Near Shore shrine. This goes about as well as you'd expect.
When: June 22nd
Where: A: Nekhbet's Temple and surrounds, B + C: A seemingly innocuous Near Shore park (a.k.a. Nekhbet's shrine), D: Network/anywhere!
A + B: Open
[A: Morning, Nekhbet's Temple]
[There are a lot of things Shun could say about having a rapidly growing garden of funerary and death-themed flowers, and most of them are some form of complaint. However, with recent events on the Near Shore and disappearances on the Far Shore, he's decided it's about time he made his shrine look a bit more lived-in, and if there's any good way to do that, it's hitting two birds with one stone and thinning out his garden to use for decorative purposes. Ignoring the fact that he has no idea how to decorate anything these days, because he'll deal with that hurdle when he reaches it.
The strange hill-shaped temple isn't difficult to spot even from a distance, and the large, tree-enclosed garden to one side even less so. The dwelling vultures are a little agitated today, rustling wings and hopping from tree to tree as they try to get a better look at Shun, who's moving along the edge of the garden with a dagger in hand. With how much the flowers have grown out, there's only an incredibly narrow strip for Shun to walk on between them and the shallow pools flanking the main path, but as always, he walks as if his every step is certain.
At certain plants, he'll stop, either taking one flower stem or a few at once and pushing neatly through them with the knife in his hand. Apparently nobody ever told him pruning shears were a thing, or he just didn't want to bother with that.
There's already a budding line of flowers down the middle of the garden path, loosely arranged by type and then colour, which Shun goes back to add to each time he cuts more. It's probably obvious to most people that he has far too many cut for any purpose other than maybe starting a florist's, but he doesn't seem to care, and the garden barely looks like it's been pruned.
He'll acknowledge anyone who comes to the mouth of the garden...just maybe try not to do it while his back is turned, since he is still holding a knife.]
--
[B: Afternoon, Park/Shrine]
[There's a lot of nice parks around on the Near Shore, and the quiet ones can be especially nice. This one in particular is off a small and relatively low-density street, the entrance flanked by currently unlit lanterns, and looks like the kind of spot someone might elect to have a picnic. There's tables, a large and venerable-looking tree over near the back...and, of course, the tiny shrine building (more the size to house vultures than any kind of human) that looks like it was made by some very dedicated follower, built and painted simply and surrounded by offerings of flowers. Today, there's also a very eye-catching one lying across the shrine "balcony"; a large arrangement of purple and orange flowers, done with not the skill of someone who actually knows what they're doing, but the care of someone determined to do it anyway and make it good.
Also in the park today is Shun, who's commandeered a picnic table with his excessive amount of flowers and is currently sorting through them with a rather critical eye. When he comes across one that looks on the dead or dying side, he runs his fingers carefully up the stem, focusing intently on the flower, and after a few moments, the petals liven up and heal, the natural decay reversing to return them to full bloom.
Unfortunately, the need for focus means Shun isn't in a particularly welcoming mood towards distractions right now, so any Far Shore residents hanging around the park may or may not feel upon them the kind of stare that could probably bore through concrete given long enough.]
If you're just going to be a distraction anyway, you might as well put it to some use over here. [Translation: he's...asking for help. Kind of. Not really, but still.]
[C: Closed to Ren, late afternoon/early evening]
[After several attempts at putting together certain flowers and getting the impression they just look wrong (and that if even someone like him who doesn't really give a damn is noticing, then others certainly will), Shun decides to cut his losses and text maybe the one person he can trust to help with this and be a tolerable presence for the amount of time it will probably take.
So sometime later in the afternoon, Ren gets a text containing a picture of the table overflowing with sorted flowers, and Shun's shrine in the background in the hopes that he'll recognise it from that evening they walked back there.]
Need someone who knows more about how flowers go together than me. I'll explain why if you help.
[D: Closed to existing CR, evening]
[So as it turns out, Shun absolutely cut way too many flowers, and though he definitely knows one person who'll want them, there's still a ton that aren't really spoken for. So anyone Shun knows the name of (or god name, in those cases) and doesn't hate stands a chance of getting a very brief text containing an image of a table still covered in flowers, but with vastly less than there were earlier. There's quite a variety - roses, lilies, crysanthemums, orchids, and so on - and it might be hard to pick up on the funerary and death associations of every single one of them unless one is very well-versed in flower language.]
Trying to get rid of these. Pick some out and you can have them.
[[Any kind of death or funeral-associated flower is fair game to request, even if it's not listed there.]]
What: Shun attempts to relocate a substantial portion of his temple garden to his Near Shore shrine. This goes about as well as you'd expect.
When: June 22nd
Where: A: Nekhbet's Temple and surrounds, B + C: A seemingly innocuous Near Shore park (a.k.a. Nekhbet's shrine), D: Network/anywhere!
A + B: Open
[A: Morning, Nekhbet's Temple]
[There are a lot of things Shun could say about having a rapidly growing garden of funerary and death-themed flowers, and most of them are some form of complaint. However, with recent events on the Near Shore and disappearances on the Far Shore, he's decided it's about time he made his shrine look a bit more lived-in, and if there's any good way to do that, it's hitting two birds with one stone and thinning out his garden to use for decorative purposes. Ignoring the fact that he has no idea how to decorate anything these days, because he'll deal with that hurdle when he reaches it.
The strange hill-shaped temple isn't difficult to spot even from a distance, and the large, tree-enclosed garden to one side even less so. The dwelling vultures are a little agitated today, rustling wings and hopping from tree to tree as they try to get a better look at Shun, who's moving along the edge of the garden with a dagger in hand. With how much the flowers have grown out, there's only an incredibly narrow strip for Shun to walk on between them and the shallow pools flanking the main path, but as always, he walks as if his every step is certain.
At certain plants, he'll stop, either taking one flower stem or a few at once and pushing neatly through them with the knife in his hand. Apparently nobody ever told him pruning shears were a thing, or he just didn't want to bother with that.
There's already a budding line of flowers down the middle of the garden path, loosely arranged by type and then colour, which Shun goes back to add to each time he cuts more. It's probably obvious to most people that he has far too many cut for any purpose other than maybe starting a florist's, but he doesn't seem to care, and the garden barely looks like it's been pruned.
He'll acknowledge anyone who comes to the mouth of the garden...just maybe try not to do it while his back is turned, since he is still holding a knife.]
--
[B: Afternoon, Park/Shrine]
[There's a lot of nice parks around on the Near Shore, and the quiet ones can be especially nice. This one in particular is off a small and relatively low-density street, the entrance flanked by currently unlit lanterns, and looks like the kind of spot someone might elect to have a picnic. There's tables, a large and venerable-looking tree over near the back...and, of course, the tiny shrine building (more the size to house vultures than any kind of human) that looks like it was made by some very dedicated follower, built and painted simply and surrounded by offerings of flowers. Today, there's also a very eye-catching one lying across the shrine "balcony"; a large arrangement of purple and orange flowers, done with not the skill of someone who actually knows what they're doing, but the care of someone determined to do it anyway and make it good.
Also in the park today is Shun, who's commandeered a picnic table with his excessive amount of flowers and is currently sorting through them with a rather critical eye. When he comes across one that looks on the dead or dying side, he runs his fingers carefully up the stem, focusing intently on the flower, and after a few moments, the petals liven up and heal, the natural decay reversing to return them to full bloom.
Unfortunately, the need for focus means Shun isn't in a particularly welcoming mood towards distractions right now, so any Far Shore residents hanging around the park may or may not feel upon them the kind of stare that could probably bore through concrete given long enough.]
If you're just going to be a distraction anyway, you might as well put it to some use over here. [Translation: he's...asking for help. Kind of. Not really, but still.]
[C: Closed to Ren, late afternoon/early evening]
[After several attempts at putting together certain flowers and getting the impression they just look wrong (and that if even someone like him who doesn't really give a damn is noticing, then others certainly will), Shun decides to cut his losses and text maybe the one person he can trust to help with this and be a tolerable presence for the amount of time it will probably take.
So sometime later in the afternoon, Ren gets a text containing a picture of the table overflowing with sorted flowers, and Shun's shrine in the background in the hopes that he'll recognise it from that evening they walked back there.]
Need someone who knows more about how flowers go together than me. I'll explain why if you help.
[D: Closed to existing CR, evening]
[So as it turns out, Shun absolutely cut way too many flowers, and though he definitely knows one person who'll want them, there's still a ton that aren't really spoken for. So anyone Shun knows the name of (or god name, in those cases) and doesn't hate stands a chance of getting a very brief text containing an image of a table still covered in flowers, but with vastly less than there were earlier. There's quite a variety - roses, lilies, crysanthemums, orchids, and so on - and it might be hard to pick up on the funerary and death associations of every single one of them unless one is very well-versed in flower language.]
Trying to get rid of these. Pick some out and you can have them.
[[Any kind of death or funeral-associated flower is fair game to request, even if it's not listed there.]]
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At the mention of the death gods being run ragged, Shun inclines his head with a somewhat resigned air of understanding. He doesn't like it, but there's no arguing that it's fact.]
I don't see it getting any better, either. That was hardly the first attack that flooded the death gods with prayers.
[Ron's other question gets much less in the way of answer, Shun brushing his thumb over one petal of the flower in his hand to reverse a spot of aging on it.] Obviously.
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[ He can't help but crack a smile at that. It's a constant problem, really and there's just the smallest bit of curiosity that comes as he wonders if vultures are easier to reason with than shadowpeople.
He does hold out one flower to Shun though. This one has one petal on the side that seems to be browning along the edges. ]
Wager we're going to be the busiest of this lot for a while. Course... can't be helped given the circumstances. But you seem like a capable lad.
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Taking the flower Ron offers him and touching his fingers to the edge of the petal to heal it out, Shun shrugs slightly at the vote of confidence.]
I do what I can. That's always how it's been, and this is no different. At least most of the death gods here seem to be people used to it, so we're not dealing with people still making a fuss. [Though as generally worn as Shun looks regarding the topic, it doesn't seem much like he appreciates being used to it.]
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[ He can't even imagine what sort of trouble they'd have gotten themselves in otherwise. Birds can be pretty crazy when left unchecked, after all.
But he's already scrutinizing another flower. Nope, this one passes the test, too. Reaching for another now. ]
Yeah... we're prolly fairly fortunate on that part. Course... can't help but wonder why we're pulled in to be the gods we are. D'you think there's some sort of pattern to it?
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Shun goes through the flowers at a rather brisk pace himself - picking up, a quick turn, then placing them down again if they're fine or taking the few moments to fix them if they're not. As impassive as he looks about the work, he's at least doing it efficiently, though his expression becomes somewhat more sour at the question of patterns.]
If there is, there's nothing clear. The fact that nobody seems to have a damn clue what's actually going on doesn't help. Like we just established, some people pulled here to be gods seem to fit their domain in either role or personality, but that's about all I've noticed.
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There's a small frustrated hum at that thought. ]
Eh... prolly better'n just being randomly selected for the job. Imagine being made something you'd be a horrid fit for.
[ A laugh. ]
Couldn't imagine being made a ruddy kitchen god!
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The sentiment of being a mismatched god is one Shun knows well, and he nods somewhat knowingly, though not without a hint of exasperation in his tone and expression.]
Someone I know has love as one aspect of their domain. I told them I'd stick with death over something like that. At least I understand grief, but every time I've seen someone talk about romance on the internet here it's looked like incomprehensible nonsense.