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thenearshore2017-03-25 02:33 pm
erogappa) wrote in thenearshore2017-03-25 02:33 pm
Hello! My name is Elder Sha (open log)
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.
(ooc: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to wildcard and make your own!)
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.
(ooc: If none of these prompts work for you, feel free to wildcard and make your own!)
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Plus, it's great for hiding blight. [ By the way, guess what's Hakkai's doing? ] Or so I hear.
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Anyway: damn it, Hakkai. Sharak sighs sharply under her breath and shakes her head a little.] He can't hide it from his god anyway, and it's their business.
[Hiding it from everyone else is just pride.] Don't get me wrong, he's still an idiot if he thinks that's a solution. But it's not hiding anything.
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[ She cares enough about Cho to be upset that he's blighted, but not enough to do anything about it? Maybe they aren't friends after all.
The man next to him just ordered something that looks like whiskey or rum. Testing the limits of his invisibility, Gojyo reaches over and helps himself to the glass just as the bartender sets it down. Neither man blinks. ]
She's got a hell of a set of blinders on when it comes to that guy.
[ But that's none of his business, right? ]
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Or maybe she doesn't like to air out their dirty laundry to someone she just met.
[She doesn't know Hakkai's new god well, she realises. Still, if Gojyo met her and he ran into Hakkai as well...]
Did you go to her temple?
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No, see, you already tried to tell me I didn't know my own mind once. I'm not gonna fall for that again.
[ There's no venom in his tone -- it's just a casual dismissal of her comment, that's all.
He takes another sip of his stolen drink. ]
She was nice enough, but she's not thinking straight about him. [ He pointedly doesn't glance at Sharak out of the corner of his eye. ] Seems to be a lot of that going around.
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You know your mind, I know mine. Do you really want to start arguing about my taste in friends?
[Though between working with Hakkai and drinking with Gojyo, her taste really must seem questionable.]
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I'd rather argue about your taste in vices. [ Like that cigarette there. ] Those things'll kill you.
[ You know. If they weren't both already dead. ...It's funny! ]
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If smoking is what kills me, I'm doing pretty well. [She's cool, she's wild, she lives a ~dangerous lifestyle~.] And it's not like your liver will thank you for that drink in front of you.
[Alcohol isn't exactly healthy either!]
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[ ...Yes he did. Sha Gojyo just smoke-shamed your tailed ass. ]
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It's my first today, asshole.
[She's a good girl.]
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Good. Then you won't want another one when it's gone.
[ He's not being a dick just to be a dick, honest. ...Well, not entirely just to be a dick. His tone softens, and he mumbles into his drink: ]
They smell too good.
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[She's not going to smoke around kids, she's not that bad. And she's determined not to turn into a chainsmoker. Still, she looks sympathetic when Gojyo sounds so pitiful.]
... They are a terrible habit. [Quit while you can, Gojyo.]
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I shouldn't be thinkin' about that shit anyway, should I? [ There's not much left of his drink; he rolls the glass around in his hand, watching the oily liquid glistening in the crappy lighting. ] Worry too much about what my brand was, and I'll turn into one of those ayakashi.
[ It's just not fair. He'll be a weapon and fight monsters, but telling him that he can't wonder who he used to be or he'll become a monster himself? It's cruel. It's cruel and he's terrified that it's going to trip him up eventually. ]
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I usually just go for whatever's convenient. [Which was useful, when supply lines started to go down and she couldn't afford to be picky. It's the motions as much as the taste that she's addicted to anyway.] These ones aren't bad, if you want one.
[Sharak pauses and then leans over the bar and helps herself to a bottle of whisky and a glass while the bartender is busy further down with another customer. It's fine, she'll pay for it, she just can't be bothered trying to get his attention.]
Worry too much about anything and you might turn. Don't risk it over a label.
[Any kind of label, really.]
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I wish it was that easy. [ He's not whining about his lot in life (or afterlife, whatever), honest. It's the mechanics of the thing. ] I don't want to think about who I was most of the time. It's like... [ Does he even have enough life experience to come up with an analogy here? ] Like walking across a bridge and trying really hard not to think about jumping off. The thought's there, you're just ignoring it so hard it might as well not exist.
[ Like his scars. Like his hair and eyes. Like the fact that he's still sure she knew him, and does that mean Cho knew him too? ]
Most of the time, it works. [ But sometimes it doesn't. ]
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... The urge to just walk off the edge. [She's reminded of a conversation with Genjo, suddenly. That asshole, looking after his stupid team should be his job. Sharak fills her glass with whisky and takes a long drink from it.]
You're going to get that temptation. It can't be helped. [Dwelling on the past is difficult enough to avoid when you don't have it's conspicuous absence hitting you in the face at every turn.] Keeping yourself busy seems to help. Make new connections to replace the old.
[That's what works under normal circumstances, anyway.]
... If you can be proud of your present, you shouldn't dwell on your past as much.
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Does that mean I shouldn't talk to you anymore?
[ The first rumblings of discomfort and wrongness stir low in his gut, but he pushes, just a little further.
Sha Gojyo doesn't respect his own well-being all that much. Another point for the list. ]
Or to Cho?
[ That one's a gamble, but he's pretty sure he's right. ]
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... Honestly, I don't recommend anyone talk to me.
[Fucking asshole. He's not meant to be her responsibility.]
I'm not part of your past, Gojyo. [Or at least, not a significant part of it.] But you shouldn't ask questions like that, of me or of anyone else.
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Still. He can't help but notice that she didn't say anything about the swamp elf.
He turns back to his drink, and his dim reflection in the fly-specked mirror behind the bar. ]
You're probably right.
[ Don't think for a second that's gonna stop him, though. ]
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I wouldn't say it if I didn't think I was. [But, no one listens to her anyway. Sharak takes another drink from her glass.] It's your life, do what you want with it.
[That's really the important thing.]