[semi-open] don't eat the pomegranates

[sweetdeath]

Who: Tsuzuki, Hisoka, Elsa, Hakkai, Bishamon, Kazuma, Yuto, Gintoki & open!
What: The planned trip to Yomi-no-kuni in order to find signs of where Vector's gone is finally happening!
When: March 27, 2016
Where: In the Far Shore on the way there, and Ise, near the entrance to Yomi-no-kuni
Warnings: Violence, horror, hair bondage, possible character death: just another happy day in the underworld.

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[sweetdeath]

[Tsuzuki reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder.]

Thanks. [He smiles brilliantly.] Okay, so, hold on--

[-- and the world blinks out around him, reappearing as the outside of the cave. It's still quiet there.

The old priest isn't with him. Tsuzuki's jaw drops. Wait, he's sure he was bringing him along. Can't he? Does teleporting not work for him with mortals anymore?]

Oh, crap!

[Tsuzuki disappears back to the shrine in an eyeblink, a step away so that he won't stumble into his priest.]

... Uh, so. [He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed.] I, uh, I guess I can't just bring you there, I hadn't tried to take a mortal anywhere yet, so.

[He clears his throat.]

Do you have a car?

[godsoffortune]

[Perhaps that shoulder clasp had been just a prelude to ... whatever it was the young man god was trying to do. (Although, the way Tajimamori-sama has been so familiar thus far, who knows?)

And then... it seems his god has an embarrassing confession to make.
Ah. Well. The priest adjusts his glasses and tries to smile reassuringly. He is a god of sweets. Perhaps moving people is not his specialty?]

Yes, but is it possible to drive to Yomi-no-Kuni?

[sweetdeath]

Yomi-no-Kuni, no way, I wouldn't ask you to go that far! But the entrance is on this plane.

Here, lemme give you the address--

[Tsuzuki gets one of his business cards out, produces a pen and starts scribbling on the back of it. It's less an address and more a spot on the map on the unoccupied side of a road, but Tsuzuki marks both nearby intersections on the road, and the city and prefecture, before holding it out.]

Here. I'll be waiting outside.

[godsoffortune]

[Driving to the entrance of Yomi-no-Kuni... what is this day becoming...?
He watches Tajimamori-sama draw out the map carefully - after all, it would not do to get lost along the way! Satisfied that he'll know how to get there he takes the card with both hands.]

All right. It's- it's in Ise though. It'll be at least three hours from here, I think. [Is that really all right? ... Well, he wouldn't be asking this of him if it wasn't!]

I'll see you there as soon as I can, Tajimamori-sama. Please forgive that you have to wait upon this mortal although time is of the essence.

[sweetdeath]

... Oh geez, that's a long drive. If it's okay with you to drive that far, we can wait!

[He winces apologetically.]

Hey, drive careful, okay?

[This was supposed to be a lot faster, but if Tsuzuki can't teleport him, then there's no helping it. He'll just have to go the long way.

Boy, it's lucky that he's got a car. Tsuzuki rubs the back of his neck, looking around, and forces down his worry about Bishamon and the others. They'll be okay. Definitely. They'll get back just fine.]

Call me if anything goes wrong, and I'll be there.

[godsoffortune]

[The edge of his mouth curls up slightly - does that include speeding tickets? But no, he'll drive carefully.]

I will. And I'll try to have you wait as little as possible.
If you'll pardon me, then.

[And with a deep bow he steps away and turns towards the back of the temple again. It takes only a minute for him to get going, driving his truck (-ish thing) down the sideroad beyond the courtyard.

See you in a few hours!]

[sweetdeath]

[It absolutely includes speeding tickets. This is a divine mission. Tsuzuki's on call for anything... but for now, he is just going to have to wait.

He takes a deep breath and teleports back to the cave entrance.]

Hisoka?

-- So, uh, it turns out I can't bring mortals with me when I teleport. Good thing he's got a car!

[outwardinsight]

[ Hisoka stops mid-text tirade before he can hit send, looking up in baffled confusion. ]

You didn't test that?

[sweetdeath]

I didn't know I'd need to!

[Tsuzuki's flushing with embarrassment, and with equal worry: three hours will be okay, it has to be okay, they haven't heard that the others are in trouble or anything, but --

He'd have felt a lot better if they didn't have to wait that long.]

And I don't know a lot of mortals to test it on.

[Apart from a couple he'd met on jobs, since hardly anyone here could remember he existed for long. Where is Hijiri, anyway? It's been almost two decades for him. He'll be approaching forty. He could even be overseas somewhere, if he's as good with the violin as he'd been shaping up to be... but, anyway, not available for last-minute crazy trips with the death god he met as a student.

Plus, Tsuzuki wouldn't want him to start talking old times around Hisoka.]

[outwardinsight]

You have your priest! [ He huffs in exasperation and purses his lips briefly. His next complaint is entirely sincere despite the seriousness of the situation. ] We're going to have to give him money for gas. It's expensive now, too...

[sweetdeath]

I know, I know! I'll come up with something. [Tsuzuki winces, and confesses:]

...It's a three-hour drive.

[So, they're talking a lot of money for gas. And Tsuzuki'll probably have to disguise it as a gift so that he doesn't try to turn it down.]

[godsoffortune]

[Three hours-ish later...
The small white truck makes an appearance, slowly coming up the dirt road. (Is this even technically a road?)

The priest feels immense relief at finally having arrived, and without delay parks and comes out to meet them.]

My deepest apologies for the wait, Tajimamori-sama.

[He bows towards his god, as well as towards the other with him.]

[sweetdeath]

Hey! You made it! No, seriously, don't apologize, I really appreciate you coming all this way--

[The others still aren't back, and Tsuzuki's been chewing his thumbnail and staring at the cave as the silence stretches. The joy on his face as he jogs towards his priest is absolutely genuine.]

-- Oh, yeah, this is Kurosaki Hisoka, my shinki. Hisoka, this is --

[He pulls up short, and adds, flushing:] Uh, I. I think I forgot to ask your name.

[He's got the man in his phone contacts under "Nakashima," but he can't exactly call him that!]

[godsoffortune]

[There is something satisfying about making his god this joyful, and getting to see it with his own eyes!

He bows at the shinki Kurosaki Hisoka, quietly wondering at there being a divine vessel in human form?

And then-
Ah.

The god of sweets is not omnipotent or omniscient. But that's all right. He supposes this is why Japan has a god for everything.

And he never did properly introduce himself in the first place! He bows more deeply towards them both.]

My deepest apologies for neglecting to properly introduce myself. My name is Yamamoto Yousuke, and I am the head priest at Tajimamori-sama's Nakashima shrine. Please regard this one kindly.

[outwardinsight]

[ The look Hisoka shoots Tsuzuki is one of long suffering aggravation, but he manages to smooth it from his features so he can greet the priest. He bows in return, significantly more formal and proper than his god by far. ]

It is a great honor for me to be allowed to meet a most faithful servant of Tajimamori-sama.

[ But any good impression he intended to make might end up immediately ruined when he glances over at his god again with a little scowl. ] Tajimamori-sama, please don't forget anything else.

[ It's so much harder to put the right level of scolding in his name when he has to use Tsuzuki's godly one instead. ]

[sweetdeath]

Sorry, Hisoka...! [Tsuzuki waved his hands defensively. Look, he really has no excuse for forgetting to ask. He just, well, forgot.

He adds in an undertone:] It's okay to call me Tsuzuki, I sort of explained!

[Sort of mostly! Which is fine, right?]

Anyway. Yamamoto-san, welcome to the entrance to Yomi-no-kuni. [Tsuzuki reaches for his pocket, palming a handful of ofuda, and starts towards the cave, setting down the first warding ofuda at the very edge of the stone.]

I'm going to set up a ward for you to stand in, because I don't know if anything else might get out with them. [Anything else like ayakashi, or even demons, if they're close enough when the gods are heading for the entrance. Tsuzuki isn't sure how long he can hold this ward against a demon, but maybe it'll be long enough for Bishamon to destroy it.]

What we need from you is to call the names of the three gods down there.

[He ticks them off on his fingers:] Bishamon. Minrva. Inari.

... or Bishamon, Elsa Randall and Gintoki Sakata. Um, you might have to try it both ways to be safe.

[godsoffortune]

[No, no, no, the honour is all his, being introduced to Kurosaki-san. ... And he seems to be about as casual as his god.

The priest listens to the directions carefully, and mouths the names after him: Bishamon, Minrva, Inari. Ohmygosh, Bishamon-sama?!
And that's all he has to do-- is just say the names? How... extraordinarily simple.

Once Tajimamori-sama is done with his barrier and motions him into position, Yousuke has no reason to hesitate. Taking a deep breath he says clearly:]

Bishamon-sama. Minrva-sama. Inari-sama. ... Elsa Randall. Gintoki Sakata.

[And he dares not even blink, as to not miss seeing what happens next.]

[dominatriarch]

[ She was convinced this was it. It was getting dark, even more than it usually was considering where they were. Even worse was she could feel the weariness seeping into her limbs from both her and her shinki. She couldn't keep this up forever and neither could her team.

But then, there's that pull she's only felt before and her name being called by an unfamiliar voice.

It takes a while but she relishes in the sweet relief of getting out of there, safe and sound. Almost immediately, she uses one hand to check if everyone's there. ]

Kinuha
Akiha
Aiha
Kazuma...

[ Kazuma's name is whispered out, almost like a god's own prayer as she rolled onto her back to catch her breath. Good. Everyone's here. ]

Where's everyone else? Did they get out?

[sweetdeath]

Are they trapped?!

[Even Bishamon -- the strongest god of war -- looks exhausted, war-torn and collapsing onto the roadside grass. And Elsa and Gintoki aren't back yet. Tsuzuki's eyes go wide, and he darts a glance back at Yamamoto inside the wards and Bishamon's shinki appearing around her (all safe, thank goodness) before snatching another ofuda from his pocket and holding it ready between two fingers as he pelts through the entrance.

He might not be good for sustained combat without his shikigami by his side, but the small spirits he can create are good distractions, and at least his body's still as hard as any death god's is to destroy. He can take damage if he has to, and they can all get out--]