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thenearshore2017-05-30 01:54 am
revolutionfalcon) wrote in thenearshore2017-05-30 01:54 am
[OPEN + closed/semi-closed] a nightingale in a golden cage
Who: A + B: Shun and you! C: Shun and existing CR, D: Shun and Ren
When: A: July 20th, B: July 21st, Morning, C: July 20th-22nd, late evening to ungodly hours of the morning, D: July 22nd, late evening
Where: A + B: Around the Far Shore, C: Temples of just about anyone Shun knows decently, D: Inanna's Temple
What: Shun having sleep issues and trying to be productive about themby lurking suspiciously around the temples of people he knows at why this in the night/morning, testing the surveillance bird Ankh left him, and toting a vulture around with him as one does.
Warnings: Possible minor mentions of murderplot things, prompts C + D will be dealing with PTSD-related traumatic nightmares.
Prompts A-C [2 Open + 1 Semi-Open]
[A: July 20th, Open]
[It's been quite a while since Ankh's disappearance - almost a month and a half by now, and Shun's spent that time on and off messing around with the can bird robot the god had left him. He'd managed to work the thing's transmission method out enough to view the last video left on it by the old owner, but actually making it work to transmit images to the device he has best suited to that sort of thing, namely his duel disk, has taken much more working out. Even so, he still doesn't have a good idea of the distance the thing can transmit from or how well it can actually be remote controlled, so it's time for a little field testing.
As such, people around the Far Shore may encounter a very small, red and silver bird robot attempting to get up in various business, poking around temple gardens and maybe bumping into some heads at its worst. Not too far away in any of these cases is Shun, who might appear to be wearing some kind of oddly designed wrist computer to anyone unfamiliar with the technology. Not helping is the fact that he's returned his cards to their deckbox for the moment, since there are a quite a few people here now that he'd rather not catch wind of him having them at all, and one of them lives with him.
As always, Shun is the epitome of polite company (except not at all), and if the bird happens to be inquiring around anyone in particular, he'll call out to them across the distance with a short nod to the bird.]
Say something to it. [He mostly just wants to know how well it takes audio...]
--
[B: July 21st, Morning, Open]
[As he'd said he would a few days ago to Izuku and Lavi during their late-night discussion, Shun's accentuated his morning patrol with a friend. Specifically, an almost-metre-long, fluffy-headed, brown and white and feathery friend who is presently riding on one of his shoulders. Apparently his coat is thick enough to shield from the claws involved, and having a not-insignificant weight on his shoulder doesn't seem to be bothering him any aside from the times the vulture leans too far into his peripheral vision and he has to look around her to actually be able to see anything.
Having a hand-raised vulture is presenting one or two unforeseen problems, though, the main one being that she's prone to jumping off Shun's shoulder at the sight of other people and hopping over in apparent birdly curiosity. Her size might make even that offputting to some people, though, so it's probably lucky Shun's around to distract her if she decides to inspect anyone too closely.]
Don't bother with her, she just wants food. [Excuse him while he takes a cleanly-wrapped ball of raw meat out of his pocket and holds it out to lure her back in his direction.]
--
[C: July 20th-21st, Late Evening/ungodly hours of the morning OR July 22nd, Evening, Open to existing CR]
[Unfortunately, Shun's particular surge of productivity, even for him, has been born of something else. Namely the fact that his nightmares are coming back in force for the first time since May, and it's getting to the stage where even trying to sleep is a laughable idea, when it feels like so much as shutting his eyes is all the cue his mind needs to pull sounds and images of burning and screaming, combat and destruction out of everywhere from its surface to its deepest recesses. So obviously, the solution here is to spend that additional time on something else useful.
As such, anyone Shun knows and might be inclined to keep an eye on may end up with him lurking in and around temple grounds at what ranges from reasonable but still late in the evening to hours of the morning that should only be known to night shift workers. On one hand, at least he's quiet, so he shouldn't be waking anyone up. On the other...maybe hope your windows aren't available to be stared through, or that you don't run into him by chance. His eyes are a little sharper than they should be in the darkness, owing to the silver bracelet he's wearing with the kind of thick body and intricate lines one might expect to see more on a ring, and his focus turns just as quickly as usual to anyone he notices through it...though perhaps not quite as well as the days wear on, and anyone catching him on the 21st or 22nd stands a good chance of noticing the more pronounced shadows and lines beneath his eyes, those of sleep deprivation rather than his usual faintly worn countenance.
Anyone who catches him outside from inside is likely to just get stared at until such a time as they might choose to come out. If they're already outside, they'll get a slight nod from Shun as if this is an entirely normal thing to be doing at entirely normal hours.]
You're out late. [Implying he isn't.]
[D: July 22nd, Late Evening, Closed]
[Even with what he knows will be willing help available, it takes Shun a while to swallow his pride enough to take it. But by late on Friday, he can feel his alertness and habitual reactions slipping away like they had done the last time he went without sleep for longer than this, and with things as they are right now, he doesn't want to risk that. He isn't sure not being alone will help, but nothing else seems to anyway, and all that's going to happen if he doesn't admit it now is getting found out tomorrow.
It still takes him longer than it should to actually send the text asking for that help, that isn't even directly doing so. Old habits die hard.]
If you're not asleep, I'll be at your temple in a minute.
[He doesn't really think this is worth dragging Ren out of his temple or even out of bed for, but the text is more a warning for something he was already on his way to doing. It is really only about a minute before he shows up, leaping up to alight on whichever balcony happens to be closest to Ren's bedroom, and then having to lean back against the barrier and press a hand against his face as even that simple motion makes his head swim. He'd been driving himself much less the last time he went this long or longer without sleep, and the additional exertion apparently hasn't been doing him any favours.]
When: A: July 20th, B: July 21st, Morning, C: July 20th-22nd, late evening to ungodly hours of the morning, D: July 22nd, late evening
Where: A + B: Around the Far Shore, C: Temples of just about anyone Shun knows decently, D: Inanna's Temple
What: Shun having sleep issues and trying to be productive about them
Warnings: Possible minor mentions of murderplot things, prompts C + D will be dealing with PTSD-related traumatic nightmares.
Prompts A-C [2 Open + 1 Semi-Open]
[A: July 20th, Open]
[It's been quite a while since Ankh's disappearance - almost a month and a half by now, and Shun's spent that time on and off messing around with the can bird robot the god had left him. He'd managed to work the thing's transmission method out enough to view the last video left on it by the old owner, but actually making it work to transmit images to the device he has best suited to that sort of thing, namely his duel disk, has taken much more working out. Even so, he still doesn't have a good idea of the distance the thing can transmit from or how well it can actually be remote controlled, so it's time for a little field testing.
As such, people around the Far Shore may encounter a very small, red and silver bird robot attempting to get up in various business, poking around temple gardens and maybe bumping into some heads at its worst. Not too far away in any of these cases is Shun, who might appear to be wearing some kind of oddly designed wrist computer to anyone unfamiliar with the technology. Not helping is the fact that he's returned his cards to their deckbox for the moment, since there are a quite a few people here now that he'd rather not catch wind of him having them at all, and one of them lives with him.
As always, Shun is the epitome of polite company (except not at all), and if the bird happens to be inquiring around anyone in particular, he'll call out to them across the distance with a short nod to the bird.]
Say something to it. [He mostly just wants to know how well it takes audio...]
--
[B: July 21st, Morning, Open]
[As he'd said he would a few days ago to Izuku and Lavi during their late-night discussion, Shun's accentuated his morning patrol with a friend. Specifically, an almost-metre-long, fluffy-headed, brown and white and feathery friend who is presently riding on one of his shoulders. Apparently his coat is thick enough to shield from the claws involved, and having a not-insignificant weight on his shoulder doesn't seem to be bothering him any aside from the times the vulture leans too far into his peripheral vision and he has to look around her to actually be able to see anything.
Having a hand-raised vulture is presenting one or two unforeseen problems, though, the main one being that she's prone to jumping off Shun's shoulder at the sight of other people and hopping over in apparent birdly curiosity. Her size might make even that offputting to some people, though, so it's probably lucky Shun's around to distract her if she decides to inspect anyone too closely.]
Don't bother with her, she just wants food. [Excuse him while he takes a cleanly-wrapped ball of raw meat out of his pocket and holds it out to lure her back in his direction.]
--
[C: July 20th-21st, Late Evening/ungodly hours of the morning OR July 22nd, Evening, Open to existing CR]
[Unfortunately, Shun's particular surge of productivity, even for him, has been born of something else. Namely the fact that his nightmares are coming back in force for the first time since May, and it's getting to the stage where even trying to sleep is a laughable idea, when it feels like so much as shutting his eyes is all the cue his mind needs to pull sounds and images of burning and screaming, combat and destruction out of everywhere from its surface to its deepest recesses. So obviously, the solution here is to spend that additional time on something else useful.
As such, anyone Shun knows and might be inclined to keep an eye on may end up with him lurking in and around temple grounds at what ranges from reasonable but still late in the evening to hours of the morning that should only be known to night shift workers. On one hand, at least he's quiet, so he shouldn't be waking anyone up. On the other...maybe hope your windows aren't available to be stared through, or that you don't run into him by chance. His eyes are a little sharper than they should be in the darkness, owing to the silver bracelet he's wearing with the kind of thick body and intricate lines one might expect to see more on a ring, and his focus turns just as quickly as usual to anyone he notices through it...though perhaps not quite as well as the days wear on, and anyone catching him on the 21st or 22nd stands a good chance of noticing the more pronounced shadows and lines beneath his eyes, those of sleep deprivation rather than his usual faintly worn countenance.
Anyone who catches him outside from inside is likely to just get stared at until such a time as they might choose to come out. If they're already outside, they'll get a slight nod from Shun as if this is an entirely normal thing to be doing at entirely normal hours.]
You're out late. [Implying he isn't.]
[D: July 22nd, Late Evening, Closed]
[Even with what he knows will be willing help available, it takes Shun a while to swallow his pride enough to take it. But by late on Friday, he can feel his alertness and habitual reactions slipping away like they had done the last time he went without sleep for longer than this, and with things as they are right now, he doesn't want to risk that. He isn't sure not being alone will help, but nothing else seems to anyway, and all that's going to happen if he doesn't admit it now is getting found out tomorrow.
It still takes him longer than it should to actually send the text asking for that help, that isn't even directly doing so. Old habits die hard.]
If you're not asleep, I'll be at your temple in a minute.
[He doesn't really think this is worth dragging Ren out of his temple or even out of bed for, but the text is more a warning for something he was already on his way to doing. It is really only about a minute before he shows up, leaping up to alight on whichever balcony happens to be closest to Ren's bedroom, and then having to lean back against the barrier and press a hand against his face as even that simple motion makes his head swim. He'd been driving himself much less the last time he went this long or longer without sleep, and the additional exertion apparently hasn't been doing him any favours.]
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Now that he's a bit closer, he looks the girl up and down again. She's definitely familiar in some way, but it takes him a few moments to hit exactly why it is, and he lets out a sigh of obvious derision and annoyance.]
You're that idiot who plasters their face across the BBS every other week. [She'd put her name on it once, too, and though it takes him another few moments to dig that particular little factoid up, once he does, he tilts his head slightly. "Hibiki", then...]
I would've thought you of all people would know better than to be this careless right now.
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You're conducting quite the interesting set of experiments yourself.
[ A nod to, if it's accompanied him, the flying bird robot. If it's not, a nod to the controls. ]
no subject
It's standard testing to see how useful it could be. Distances, recording quality, transmission consistency. Not that I'd need to explain that to you.
[He tilts the hand holding the purple goat.]
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[ Or else you'd have calculated all that. Correct?
She, for instance, knows everything about that stuffed purple piece of her property you seem so intent on manhandling. ]
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[It's a disappearance he doesn't have much trouble stating after the fact, either. Ankh had been an ally, certainly, but not as close as someone like Joker.
And while he might have certain opinions on the obviousness of this goat, even more so now that he can be reasonably sure she invented it, he's not giving it back just yet.]
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[ Foiled. Ah, well. It was worth the attempt. He doesn't seem inclined to let her examine it, so if she decides to pursue that avenue, the curtain will likely need to raise on Masquerade Time....
But, then again, he's being good enough to converse with her. Putting down her teacup, she holds up a hand. Seduction would be wasted on this audience, but surely no one dislikes innocent charm. ] May I see?
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And. Well. About that innocent charm. Shun has dealt with far, far too many people who wear innocent charm as a mask over malicious intent, so Hibiki's request merely makes his eyes narrow in obvious suspicion, and he shifts his stance such that he's much closer alongside the bird robot.]
I'm not handing anything like that over to someone I don't know. Feigning innocence after all this just makes you look worse.
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[ ...yes. Almost certainly going to need to send a calling card. What a hassle. But, it can't be helped. If she's going to have full surveillance of the Far Shore, as befits her, she needs the ability to make her robots fly again. The goats are a stopgap. ]
As a genius.
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You're an idiot who draws attention to yourself at every chance, like anyone should give a damn who you are or what frivolous things you think are important. Knowing how to make a robot doesn't make you a genius, it makes you good at one thing and still a fool.
[He's also not at all buying that "interested in robotics" claim when she's clearly built and was testing a spying bot. But he'd treat anyone trying to steal from him with the same violence as he does any other foe, so it's not like he needs to single her out specifically other than noting she's the only person with any reason to aim for it.]
1/2
[ There is an audible popping sound as a vein throbs on Hibiki's forehead while Shun talks. Oh, taking that bird from you is going to be such a pleasure. Before it was business, but now.... ]
2/2
Then I see I'm wasting my time.
[ Hibiki stands, still holding her teacup. ] I'll leave your portion. May I at least have my property?
[ You've, well,
you've got her goat. In so many ways. ]
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It's a combination of that and the reminders she's continuing to give him of someone he's less than fond of that make him not even move for a moment when she asks him for her spy bot back. Not least the issue that he still doesn't trust her remotely as far as he could throw her. Sparing the robot a glance and letting out a faint breath, he approaches with no particular signs of aggression or even annoyance beyond that, and it looks for a moment like he's actually going to give it back.]
Sounds too easy for someone as fond of spectacle as you are. [By the time he finishes that sentence, he's almost at her table, and he moves smoothly into a much faster attacking motion as he darts that last step forward and brings the unfortunate goat down on the middle of the table with an impressive amount of force for someone as unassuming in build as he appears to be with his coat on. There's an unpleasant cracking and shattering sound as table pieces and robotics fly everywhere, and Shun looks her dead in the eye as he holds up the devastated remains of the robot and drops it on the ground in front of her.]
Something to occupy your "genius". [And with that, he turns on his heel and stalks off, plucking his own robot out of the air for the moment and watching over his shoulder in case she thinks it's a good idea to attempt a retaliation.]
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Eventually, however, she laughs shakily to herself, retrieving what's left of the goat's main body. Principle of the thing. She asked for it back. She's taking it. ] ....A rather.....forceful.....personality.
[ The goat, and the table, aren't the true problems here, though. No, he broke Hibiki's hard-won good mood by crossing her, too. She had finally, finally, almost felt like herself after days of doldrums, and - ] This isn't over.
[ Time to snatch her goat up and STALK OFF IN A HUFF. ]