Hello! My name is Elder Sha (open log)

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Who: Gojyo and whoever he runs into!
What: Snooping around the Far Shore to try and learn more about why they're all here
When: The days following the temple fire (March 27-31ish)
Where: All over the Far Shore and select spots on the Near Shore
Warnings: will update



Gods and shinki both are disappearing, the priest had said. And nobody knows why. As if being told that he was a) dead, and b) a shape-shifting monster hunter wasn't bad enough (although, to be honest, he was really on board with the monster hunter thing. How cool was that?) Without any memories to draw on -- without even really knowing what he knew and didn't know -- he didn't see a lot of options available to him.

(open to anyone:)
1. He could go talk to Amaterasu. She was the head god around here, as far as he'd been able to determine, and given that somebody had just set her house on fire with her in it while papering the neighborhood with DOWN WITH AMATERASU flyers, he was going to go out on a limb and guess that she knew something about the whole mess he'd found himself in the middle of.

Now if he could just find her.

(Open to anyone:)
2. He could -- and he really loved this word -- crowdsource. Whoever was responsible had to be watching the network -- they'd be a fool if they weren't -- so in-person conversations was the best bet. And yeah, okay, he felt a little stupid at the idea of walking up to one random temple after another and asking the gods and shinki there what they knew about the disappearances, but he also turned into a goddamn staple remover, and there was nothing stupider than that.

(Locked to Yuri and/or Neji and/or Hakkai:)
3. He could feel out the resistance. Sharak Sanzo had all but dumped an invitation into his lap, and she'd made it pretty clear that the swamp elf was a part of it, too. Confronting the guy seemed like a potentially dangerous way to spend an afternoon, but he was already dead, right? What harm could it do? And eventually, if he asked around, somebody would have to know where the creepy smiling guy covered in plant tattoos lived.

(Locked to Sharak:)
4. He could blow the whole goddamn plan off, and go find someplace to get a drink.



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"Try not to feel bad," Hakkai said flatly, still watching the spider's industrious and futile work. He can see the edge of Gojyo's silhouette in the mirror, leaning close in to the glass.

The advice sounded as useless out loud as it felt. He couldn't resist a humorless little chuckle.

"... Mild regrets won't hurt anyone," he added, stepped across the hall, and reached up to squash the spider with the tip of his thumb. "But try to avoid the serious ones. Have you checked the back of your neck? Blight often shows up there."

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Red hair and eyes, and two big gouges in his cheek. He ran his fingertips over the scars, and swallowed hard against the immediate and unexpected reaction. The flesh itself was numb, the edges slick and slightly cool, and the arousal that the touch stirred was painful and shameful like a fist squeezing his heart.

Cho's voices jolted his back to reality, and he stepped quickly back away from the mirror and his wide-eyed reflection. "I didn't..." Wait, what did Cho say? Oh. His neck. Cautiously, he pulled his hair aside, trying to see himself in the mirror, but the angle was simply impossible.

"How the hell are you supposed to be able to see the back of your own neck?" he grumbled, grateful for the opportunity to be frustrated at something else. "It's like they don't even want us to know when we get this stuff on us!"

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"There's a hand mirror in the top drawer." For that very purpose, which, Hakkai suspects, Gojyo must have guessed by now; the washroom was too well supplied for cleaning away the marks of a shinki's guilt. He ignored the phantom itch at the back of his own neck, hidden under straggling hair he was allowing to stay collar-length to conceal his own blight, and wiped the remains of the spider off on the seam of his pants.

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He'd have to start keeping a bottle of holy water and a mirror in his own bathroom, Gojyo thought, angling the mirror up and trying to pull all his hair out of the way without touching his neck. Maybe he'd get a haircut, too, if this was going to be a thing that happened regularly.

God he hoped this didn't happen regularly.

Sure enough, there was purple smeared over the back of his neck like a bruise. Cursing under his breath Gojyo set the mirror down, leaned over, and scooped palmful after palmful of holy water out of the sink, scrubbing at his neck until the sink was nearly empty, and the floor was a slippery nightmare.

"This is a goddamn pain in the ass." He definitely needed to cut his hair if this was ever going to happen again. It stuck to his neck and face in a dozen places, tangled around his fingers, was getting in his mouth... Why the hell had he let it get so long?

"Hey, you got a pair of scissors?" He stepped back, away from the puddle in front of the sink. "And, uh, which towel should I use for the floor?"

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Scissors? Hakkai turned towards the washroom door with confusion written over his face.

"Any towel," he offered, "just leave it on the floor and I'll put it with the laundry...." Gojyo's hair was soaked, the strands clinging to his cheeks and throat darkened from blood-red to wine, and half of his shirt wet from the splashed water that had otherwise mostly ended up on the washroom floor. He was here, he was unhurt -- he was beautiful, and Hakkai found himself abruptly aware of the subtle scent of Gojyo's skin, without its usual tobacco smoke overlay.

He averted his eyes with guilty haste.

"... why do you need scissors?"

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Any towel it was! Gojyo grabbed the nearest one off the rack and dropped it into the puddle, using the toe of his boot to mop up the mess. With his attention on the floor, he completely missed any discomfort or strange looks Cho might have sent his way.

"For this," he replied, plucking one long strand off his face and holding it out away from his head. His hair was really long! What kind of a man let his hair get this long, he wondered. Was he just that into heavy metal? "It's getting in my face, so I'm gonna chop it off." He paused, and considered the mess that would make. "Don't worry, I'll do it outside." Cho clearly kept the temple clean, and Gojyo could respect that, as strange as the concept was.

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"Ah," Hakkai said blankly. "Are you sure?"

His hair. Gojyo had cut his hair exactly once, in all the time Hakkai had known him, and Hakkai hadn't been there -- or going by that name -- at the time. To see him casually contemplate it now, just because it was in his face, was more of a shock than seeing Gojyo not recognize him.

Well, almost more of a shock. He tilted his head back towards the kitchen.

"I'm sure I have shears in a drawer somewhere."

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Now that was a surprise. Cho was clearly taken aback by the idea. But why would he care if another man cut his hair short?

"Is there a problem?" He didn't so much as glance toward the kitchen, instead keeping his attention square on Cho. Strange, twitchy Cho. "It's just hair."

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"It seems like a sudden decision," Hakkai said, trying to sound offhanded under the force of Gojyo's unblinking gaze. Would it be better to have Gojyo's hair short -- making him less recognizable -- or would it just guarantee that he'll be stopped by five strangers today asking why he cut his hair?

There was no way he could stop Gojyo from running into anyone regardless. With his hair and eyes, he was too recognizable.

"--but if you want to," he said, "feel free, of course. I was just surprised."

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"What's there to think about?" Cho didn't want him to cut his hair, and Gojyo's not going to let that go -- at least, not until he understands why. Cho was a shinki, so it couldn't have been a cultural thing, which meant it was probably personal. But was it something that had happened to Cho in the time he'd been here, as a shinki? Or was it actually personal just to Gojyo?

He spread the towel out further with his boot, to get the last traces of spilled water in the corner behind the sink.

"I'm a shinki." He put a little extra weight on the word. "If I start second-guessing every thought I have, I'll never do anything."

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I'm a shinki, Gojyo said, and Hakkai didn't -- exactly -- flinch. He stilled, instead, his expression going flat and blank for a few heartbeats as he kept his gaze stubbornly even on Gojyo.

"So you are," he said, falsely affable. "Of course..." He lifted one hand to brush his own shaggy hair, and put on a smile. "...keeping your hair long is a good way to maintain your privacy, if you're concerned about blight."

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"A good way to maintain my privacy?!" Gojyo repeated, unbelieving, as he finally stomped out of the bathroom, concern and anger warring across his face. "I would never have known that shit was there if you hadn't told me, and you want privacy about it?!"

After all that talk about how blight hurt the shinki's god, and how it could turn the person into a monster, what kind of an asshole would want to keep their blight a secret? Gojyo jabbed a finger into Cho's face, still shouting. "Are you blighted right now, you stupid shit? What the hell are you doing to your poor god? Show me your neck!"

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Hakkai swatted his hand away, bristling as the alchemy of Gojyo shouting in his face transmuted guilt, grief and uncertainty into wonderfully uncomplicated anger. How dared he? How dared he come here to ask Hakkai to involve him all over again in something that might have already ended in his death? How dared he shout at Hakkai about stupidity and selfishness when he was still dripping from washing away his own blight, when minutes ago he'd been saying he couldn't stop 'feeling bad about stuff'--

-- that was just how 'us humans' worked.

"That's none of your business!" he shouted back into his friend's face, fury metallic at the back of his tongue. "You don't know me. You don't know my god!"

And he'd begged her to release him, but she had refused. She knew, he'd warned her; and even though he was fighting back the blight as stubbornly as he can, it had been spreading the last few days in fits and starts, and this morning there had been more than one tiny little eye squinting from the patch like a sickly yellow boil on corrupted skin.

He wasn't going to let Gojyo see that. He wasn't going to let anyone see it, if he could possibly avoid it.

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He hadn't meant to yell. He really hadn't. Sha Gojyo is impulsive, and quick to anger when people are hurting themselves or others. It could go onto his list of things he had learned about himself... but only after he managed to escape the current situation intact.

"I know you're you're a fucking loony," he snapped, but the venom of the retort died on his tongue. That wasn't just an angry man standing there -- that was an angry youkai.

They can smell fear, his brain helpfully offered. Don't run, and Gojyo mentally groaned. He took a careful step back, towards the front door, and resisted the urge to wipe his sweat-slick palms down the sides of his pants.

"And I know I'm leaving."

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Hakkai didn't have to smell Gojyo's fear. It was painfully obvious in the way his anger drained from his face and the caution of his retreating step.

He'd been planning to scare Gojyo away, he told himself, and mercilessly squashed the hurt of being stared at with genuine fear. He crossed his arms rather than pursuing, letting his mouth fall into a flat, unwelcoming line.

"I believe you know the way out."