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thenearshore2016-06-12 07:29 pm
doestheickyjobs) wrote in thenearshore2016-06-12 07:29 pm
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Who: Axel (doestheickyjobs) and you!
What: He's been hanging out on the Near Shore on his own, trying to get a taste of this world. Turns out the world... or, at least, the ayakashi... sometimes want a taste of him back.
When: March 24 /25, evenings - each different thread will be a different ayakashi encounter.
Where: In and around Tokyo.
Warnings: Violence, possible injury.
[And it had started out as such a nice, quiet day.
He'd been hanging out here, on a bridge over a set of rushing train tracks, watching the sun slip behind the artificial horizon of the buildings and light them with red and purple that glinted off the facets of every mirrored window. He likes sunsets: if there's a reason for it, buried somewhere back in the past he can't remember, he'll leave it forgotten, but he still likes sunsets. He's been coming down to the Near Shore to watch them when he can.
Mostly it hasn't been a problem. Today, as the last bits of light started to fade into blue shadow, something grabbed his foot.
At least this ayakashi wasn't giving him trouble by going after mortals: Axel still wasn't totally sure how he'd deal with that, what with the humans not noticing him there unless he actually punched them, and forgetting about it even if he did. No, this one wants him. It's all whippy legs and tiny claws, and three times his size with a bloated body that's broken out in sickly yellow and red eyes like the horror movie version of a teenage acne attack, and it keeps mumbling about how nice he smells, in this high, cracking voice.]
Get out of here!
[A sizzling line of flame springs up, but the ayakashi steps through it like it's not there, and Axel scrambles backwards, swearing. There are humans around, coming home from work or crawling the bars, and they're scattering from the flames as shouts start to go up.
Well, fuck. Axel flings another handful of fire at the ayakashi, hitting it on an eye. It blinks away redness with a weird vertical eyelid, and stretches out a leg, crooning, "Tasty...."
This just isn't his night.]
doestheickyjobs) and you!What: He's been hanging out on the Near Shore on his own, trying to get a taste of this world. Turns out the world... or, at least, the ayakashi... sometimes want a taste of him back.
When: March 24 /25, evenings - each different thread will be a different ayakashi encounter.
Where: In and around Tokyo.
Warnings: Violence, possible injury.
[And it had started out as such a nice, quiet day.
He'd been hanging out here, on a bridge over a set of rushing train tracks, watching the sun slip behind the artificial horizon of the buildings and light them with red and purple that glinted off the facets of every mirrored window. He likes sunsets: if there's a reason for it, buried somewhere back in the past he can't remember, he'll leave it forgotten, but he still likes sunsets. He's been coming down to the Near Shore to watch them when he can.
Mostly it hasn't been a problem. Today, as the last bits of light started to fade into blue shadow, something grabbed his foot.
At least this ayakashi wasn't giving him trouble by going after mortals: Axel still wasn't totally sure how he'd deal with that, what with the humans not noticing him there unless he actually punched them, and forgetting about it even if he did. No, this one wants him. It's all whippy legs and tiny claws, and three times his size with a bloated body that's broken out in sickly yellow and red eyes like the horror movie version of a teenage acne attack, and it keeps mumbling about how nice he smells, in this high, cracking voice.]
Get out of here!
[A sizzling line of flame springs up, but the ayakashi steps through it like it's not there, and Axel scrambles backwards, swearing. There are humans around, coming home from work or crawling the bars, and they're scattering from the flames as shouts start to go up.
Well, fuck. Axel flings another handful of fire at the ayakashi, hitting it on an eye. It blinks away redness with a weird vertical eyelid, and stretches out a leg, crooning, "Tasty...."
This just isn't his night.]
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... It's kind of exciting, though, you know? Anyway, I think so. Beats being dead.
[He shrugs. That's his other option, so this amnesiac servant business? Might not be his first choice, but it sure as hell beats the alternative.]
We get to figure out what we'll make of it.
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[Literally so for Axel and the other shinki with new lives after death. But perhaps she's been dwelling too much on what she's lost instead of what she's gained. She's lost her family but she's gained more freedom than she's ever had before.
And it is a little exciting even if she doesn't really know what to do with it.]
Funny. Never thought I'd have one, too.
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[A second chance. Axel can live with that.
It feels like... something he didn't expect to have, even not knowing why he would feel that way: his expression is distant for a long moment before he snaps back to the present and grins at her.]
I know I do!
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We should probably get back to the temple before something else decides we look tasty, though. And you can pick out a room if you like.
[Making sure Axel has a comfortable place to sleep in is as much her responsibility now as it is Pippa's after all.]
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That was just to get rid of the ayakashi.
[Axel waves a hand, his expression shifting from the smile to something more dubious. It's not like she's responsible for him now or anything.
Not any more than Pippa is. He can take care of himself.]
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[She won't push, though. It's a choice she's leaving entirely up to him. In the meantime, she'll just have to figure out what to do with the rest of that space. Maybe she'll ask Satoshi for some suggestions. He's proving himself more capable than she'd initially thought him to be.]
Either way, have a good night, Axel-kun. And take care.
[She turns to leave.]
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I might take you up on that sometime. And, for now, just give me a call if you need a hand fighting!
[He smirks, back on more secure ground.]
That was fun.
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[But if Ayumu has time to send a messenger, she'd have time to escape herself.
Poor technologically challenged shinobi.]
But it was fun, wasn't it? It's been a while since I've had a good fight.
[Perhaps she can turn that one big room in her temple into a practice hall.]
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[Axel produces his, an older, smallish touchscreen model, from the pocket of his coat.]
Don't send a messenger, that'd take too long. Just call me.
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[Ayumu stares uncomprehendingly at the device in his hand. Is it more magic like at Sheryl's place?]
I'm sorry, Axel-kun. I don't know what that is. It's for calling, right?
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Every phone has a number. Type in the number here and you'll be able to talk to the person with that phone. Simple!
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[Was there one of these in the temple? Ayumu doesn't remember seeing anything like it but perhaps she missed one.]
We didn't have anything like this where I'm from.
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[Axel shrugs.] Or you could just pick up one around here, but I think they'll charge you for it.
[There are some things, like food, that you can just walk away with. There are other things, like phones, that seem to have dedicated stores with a lot of complicated papers to sign before they let you walk off with one.
And since he's not quite clear on how they work, just how to use the basic functions, he's not risking it for an upgrade.]
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[She's had other things on her mind and wouldn't have known what to look for anyway.]
Give me your number and I'll call you from mine. That's how it works, right?
[It looked easy enough from his demonstration.]
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[Axel reaches for a pocket, coming up with a scrap of paper from a list and a pen. He scribbles his number down and hands it over.]
There you go. Talk to you later, Yu -- Ayumu.
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[She tucks the paper into her haori.]
Talk to you later.