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[sweetdeath]

Who: Tsuzuki Asato and you!
What: Settling into his new home in the Far Shore and poking around.
Where: Konohanasakuya-hime's temple, and various places around the Heavens
When: July 10 - 12
Warnings: Minor injuries in the July 10 prompt (don't worry, they'll heal on their own.)

July 10: Summer Cleaning, Maybe, Please Help

[The garden at Sakura's temple is gorgeous, and Tsuzuki's been sweeping up around the place and fiddling with the placement of the smaller decorative rocks to get the silhouette just right.

There's only so much he can do without actual gardening tools, though, and so today he's decided to poke around in the old shed at the back of the garden to see if there are any rakes, spades or pruning knives he can use. It had started out so well: he lit the hanging lamp and started shifting the piles of old ceremonial equipment, furniture, boxes of papers and scrolls from the center of the shed over towards the door to clear out the area behind them.

Unfortunately, his stacking skills didn't take into account the structural integrity of the bottom boxes and already-broken furniture.

If you're close enough to the temple, you may hear a distant thumping noise as several piles give way in an avalanche of paper and junk, and a man's voice yelling indistinctly for help as the sound of the crashes fade away.]

July 11, Morning: Taking a Walk

[So it turns out that the Heavens are a big place. Tsuzuki's headed out for a walk -- cheerfully attired in his new outfit, which he's picked to blend in down on the Near Shore a little better than a bathrobe or even a festival yukata: a brightly sunflower-patterned orange and yellow Hawaiian shirt and green pants. He's stylin'.

He's also, as he's slowly being forced to acknowledge, lost. He'd taken several turns on his way out for the walk, and he must have missed one on the way back, because he doesn't recognize any of the temples out here.
Now, he's just looking for anyone else out on the road, or even outside in front of their temples, who he might be able to wave down and ask for help.

The moment he sees anyone, he's immediately perking up and waving frantically, whether he recognizes them or not.]

Hey! Hey, sorry to bother you! Do you know the way to Konohanasakuyahime's temple?

July 11, Evening: No Love for Libraries

Oh, man.

[Is this library seriously disorganized, or is it just him? Tsuzuki's groan is pained: he's just pulled another likely-looking book off the shelf to discover it's a compendium of 1970s comics.

Actually, it's kind of a cool art style, though. He's briefly occupied by flipping through it. He's gonna have to put it back eventually and go back to looking for something with a map, or even just a list of the gods. His phone's got a decent list, but it looks like they're mostly new gods...

Oh hey, there's a talking cat in this! A funny talking cat. He snickers, flipping to the next page.]

Comments

Library

[alchemists]

Do you need help?

[ Elfnein can't help but notice that he's reading through one of the books and searching for something as well. As someone who's a god of knowlege it's better to help someone in this situation. ]

[sweetdeath]

[Tsuzuki, who has slowly become more and more engrossed in the story (there's this kid, and the cat is helping him find some kind of secret...) jumps several inches from a standing start and slams the book guiltily shut. He hadn't even heard Elfnein approach.]

Agh! -- Geez, warn a guy, I didn't hear you coming...

[He rubs a hand sheepishly over the back of his neck, smiling at the kid.]

... Anyway, yeah. I'm looking for a map of the place, and I figured maybe the library would have one. Can you help?

[alchemists]

[ She needs to work on the whole having a big presence bit. ]

A map? It should be in the reference section along with any blueprints and other historical items that explain parts of the area.

[sweetdeath]

[He could use a bit of work on his observational skills, too. But when she suggests that there's a reference section he immediately brightens up, eyes shining with relief.

Somebody knows how this place is organized! It's magic!]

Seriously? Wow, I haven't been able to find anything like that! Can you show me where the reference stuff is?

Library

[lostinshadows]

[His 'library' senses have gone off.

While he usually doesn't care much for other people coming into the library to look at books, somehow, this is enough to pique his interest.

Enough that he sees this new looking person, anyway.]

What are you doing?

[sweetdeath]

Oh! Um.

[He hastily slams the book shut and slides it back into a place on the shelf that isn't the place he'd originally taken it from, but there was a gap, so it's close enough, right?

He was definitely here on important business! Not just looking up comic books!]

Uh, reading? Actually, I was looking for a map! You know, of the Heavens. Have you noticed it's really hard to find stuff in here? It needs to be better organized.

[lostinshadows]

[Lavi doesn't look very impressed, but he sighs.

He rubs the back of his head.]

A map? I don't think there is one. [Not one he's come across yet, anyway. But there's a bit of a look at the mention of how disorganized it is before he moves on:] It does, but Heaven's librarians doesn't seem intent on keeping it organized at all.

Taking a Walk

[lovemguns]

[ Tsuzuki's got it right: it's definitely good to try to blend in (and that shirt is hilarious, by the way) . But it's only important on the Near Shore, so Butch is back to wearing his normal cowboy attire after the festival ended. For some reason this guy, also out to familiarize himself with the place but with the skill to remember the path he's taken, has a small horse following him. She follows him despite the lack of a lead attached to her halter. She does shy away from the stranger and hides behind the smoking god at the sudden waving, though she doesn't run off. ]

Konoha...uh, that was awful long and fast said, lad. You gotta take't a bit slower iffen you like this ol' cowboy to catch it more proper.

[sweetdeath]

Uh, Ko - no - ha - na - sa - ku - ya - hime!

[Although if that guy didn't recognize the name he probably doesn't know where Sakura's temple is, either. More importantly: Tsuzuki cranes his neck to get a good look at ... ]


... is that seriously a horse?

[lovemguns]

[ That's nice and slow, huh. He repeats it in his head a few times, then nods slowly. ]

Konohanasakuyahime. Somethin' like that?

[ It comes off a little bit stilted, but he'll get it right eventually. ]

Yeah, seems she ain't up to be stayin' at the stables an' she's been followin' me all yesterday an' all this mornin'.

[ Out of habit he's up insanely early, and since he fell asleep in one of the stables, she had also slept beside her. He rubs her forehead fondly, and she leans into the touch. ]

She's called Esperanza.

Cleaning

[cyberfly]

[ Today he's going to Hakkai's school. Maybe he'll find someone to practice spells with. Unlike his telekinesis, shinki spellcasting doesn't come naturally to him. But Nagi is the diligent sort, and knowing he can do something means he must excel at the thing too. Unfortunately, this means opening himself up to being on the receiving end of these spells again and again. Practice is a two-way street. The risks are worth it in the end though, he thinks.

As he crosses by a temple on route, he hears a large landslide-like sound and a yelping of someone decidedly getting flattened by the same. Normally, Nagi would just ignore the pleas for help, but he gets a strange feeling he knows that voice from somewhere. He trots over to investigate. ]

... hello?

[sweetdeath]

[The shed door is open, hinges creaking as it swings in the breeze, and there's a pile of toppled boxes and assorted junk almost blocking the opening. A distressed voice emanates from inside, somewhere under the pile.]

Hello!? Help! Get this crap off me!

[cyberfly]

[ Now that he's hearing something more like words rather than yelping, he can definitely tell he knows this voice. He hasn't seen him around in a while, though. ]

...okay.

[ There's a lot of material to concentrate on, so he falls silent as he pushes his thoughts against the rubble that's apparently landed on top of Tsuzuki. After a moment, the boxes and whatnot begin to float, revealing the man buried underneath. ]

Cleaning!

[diehardreaper]

[ He hadn't known Tsuzuki had returned. Between meeting up with Rei and taking Watanuki around, Ronald had been a rather busy reaper. Today just finds him out and about, randomly popping up here and there among the shadows. He's more skilled about it now, less clumsy and less likely to just stumble out of anywhere.

He does, however, purposely step out of the shadow of a tree when he hears the crash. Cue poking his head into the shed. Could be one of them, could be ayakashi... either way, he's in the right place at the right time. ]

Anyone alive in here? Heard a crash, decided to take a dekko.

[sweetdeath]

I'm not dead!

[The voice is mournful, and muffled, but doesn't sound like the voice of someone who's in pain. One hand waves from under a pile of boxes that shifts as Tsuzuki thrashes... but no. Crap. He's pinned.]

Uh, if you could just... [More faint movements of the boxes! He's trying!] ... just move a couple of these I bet I could get out....

[diehardreaper]

[ He's just going to invite himself in, thanks. But that voice certainly sounds familiar...

So heading in deeper until he spots the boxes... and the dude that's gotten pinned under them. ]

Ah blimey, you're in a bit of a pickle, eh? Hang on. Let's get you out.

[ And with that, he's coming over and crouching down just so he can lift the box off. As he offers his hand out, there's a look of evident surprise. ]

Buggering hell... as I live'n breathe. When'd you get back, mate? S'been a while!

Cleaning!

[festal]

( She was inside the residence area, moving some things around. It was nice of the heavens to provide her and Tsuzuki a place to call home but it wasn't quite home yet, you know? So she's been re-arranging some of the smaller things to her liking-- a mirror to a different shelf, a flower vase next to a different window. Maybe she was actually just moving things to keep busy.

She knew Tsuzuki was outside. He'd taken a liking to the garden, hadn't he? But at some point, she hears a loud crash and she's quick to rush outside, just barely getting her shoes on as she stumbles towards the shed, )

Tsu-Tsuzuki...! Oh... Oh, no... look at this... ( Look at this mess!! She's certain she heard Tsuzuki earlier too? Ah, there he goes! She can hear him, ) Tsuzuki, a-are you alright?!

( She's already starting to pull back some of the boxes and things. She's small but she'll dig him out if she has to!!! )

[sweetdeath]

Sakura...?

[He sounds pretty dazed, but he's following up her name with a quick:] I'm fine! Don't worry!

[Some of those boxes are pretty heavy, but his hand's visible, and he's waving it reassuringly at her.]

I just can't... oof!

[He tries to shift, and just manages to send the corner of a box further into his lower back.]

Ow....

[festal]

( She sees his hand and she's stepping over boxes and what may or may not have once been a chair to come over, )

Um! P-please, be still, I'll help move everything.( Let's see... if his hand is here and given the angle and all then he must be positioned something... like this? She tries to imagine how he must have fallen to figure out what to move first and opts to move a box full of paper streamers. There he is and she manages a relieved smile, ) You're s-sure you aren't hurt?

( Because it sure did sound like you said "ow" earlier... )

cleaning

[declamando]

[While Maria isn't aware who the temple she's passing belongs to, it's hard to ignore that distant call for help, even if the voice is unfamilar. So after a moment of surprised pause, she hurries off in the direction she heard the noise from.

It doesn't take her long to discover the shed, but it's very hard to actually see anyone or anything under that pile of shifted junk, and she steps in a bit hesitantly, heeled shoes clicking on the tiny area of uncovered floor.]

Is there someone here...?

[sweetdeath]

Help!

[Somebody's actually there!! Tsuzuki'd fallen silent for a minute while he tried to work his hand free of a broken chair without scratching himself up, but as soon as he hears the click of heels against the cement he's yelling again.]

The boxes fell on me...! If you could just, oof, shift a couple -- ow --

[declamando]

[As soon as the answer comes, Maria's head turns towards the source - she's used to finding people in even worse situations than this. The fact that he keeps talking also helps, and once he mentions the fallen boxes, she heads over to the landslide of junk she assumes he's referring to.]

How did this place get so cluttered at all? [It's mostly a concerned aside, though, and she shoves a few of the boxes out of the way with apparent ease despite their size. It'll probably take her a few moments to uncover him, though.]

July 11, Morning

[volksdaemon]

[Schuldig is rarely up this early - even closer to Noon than morning, but hey he's... anxious, lately. Not because of losing Jennifer in the sense of losing a friend, but being less active at night doing the things he normally did - taking out ayakashi. With less to do, he's gotten bored.

Bored Schuldig is one of the worst people for Tsuzuki to bump into, but bump he does.]

Hey there - long time no see.

[His tone is one of amusement. Sure they weren't buddies, hardly, but he was entertaining in that "oh you sweet summer child" sort of way, even if he was several (hundred? thousand?) years older than Schuldig himself.

Only after he says that does he start rooting around for a mental connection.]

[sweetdeath]

Uh, I think you're confusing me with somebody else.

[There's no recognition in Tsuzuki's mind: the redhead's a stranger, but his greeting seems friendly enough. Well, it's not like Tsuzuki's that distinctive. Maybe there's somebody else around here his height? And he's met a couple gods with purple eyes already, so those aren't as weird as he might otherwise think.

He blinks at the other man, innocently bewildered.]

-- I'm Asato Tsuzuki. I don't think we've met!

[volksdaemon]

[He dares to look confused, as if he has no idea why Tsuzuki would be reacting to him this way.]

You should've asked me that first so I could tell you something to prove to you we've met before, Asato.

[He puts his hand in his chin thinking.]

Let's see, I know we hadn't seen each other in awhile, but it was at your temple in the garden. Does that ring any bells? My name's Loki.