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thenearshore2017-06-18 05:11 pm
priforprince) wrote in thenearshore2017-06-18 05:11 pm
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Open ♔ My pri may be pri, but it’s the pri in “prince”, pri!
Who: Hibiki and you, pri
When: July 27, pri
Where: Harajuku, pri
What: An unusual ayakashi is preying upon Japan’s cutest citizens, pri.
Warnings: Pri-ating the dead horse that is Hibiki's phobia, pri. (Live horse also included. Pri.)
[ In an area of town as style-conscious as Harajuku, various fads come and go. The latest craze, however, seems to be completely involuntary: anyone visiting these two particular blocks of the area will find themselves compelled to add a cutesy suffix or “sentence ender” to the ends of whatever they say. What’s worse, the effect doesn’t seem to wear off for quite some time after leaving, and the longer people use their sentence enders, the fonder they grow of them.
This is causing no end of additional discord to erupt as friends and loved ones slowly cannot stand being around their affected acquaintances anymore.
Particularly adept or powerful gods and shinki may notice an ayakashi-like smoke issuing from people’s mouths as they use their sentence enders. The source is somewhere in town, hiding out. Lurking. Enjoying inflicting itself upon its unsuspecting victims, and growing stronger from ingesting said smoke. Why, it's even affecting any gods and shinki who wander into its territory...
Into this mess, preoccupied by dreams of revolution, rides one Shikyoin Hibiki on a literal white horse. (Don’t ask.) If she’s going to attract PriPara to the Near Shore, she imagines it’ll be touching down where Parajuku should be, as it’s the closest PriPara location to her shrine. Best scope out the area to be sure there’s nothing of use there right now….
But what is this chill in the midsummer air, and this deep-rooted sense of terror-stricken foreboding? ]
When: July 27, pri
Where: Harajuku, pri
What: An unusual ayakashi is preying upon Japan’s cutest citizens, pri.
Warnings: Pri-ating the dead horse that is Hibiki's phobia, pri. (Live horse also included. Pri.)
[ In an area of town as style-conscious as Harajuku, various fads come and go. The latest craze, however, seems to be completely involuntary: anyone visiting these two particular blocks of the area will find themselves compelled to add a cutesy suffix or “sentence ender” to the ends of whatever they say. What’s worse, the effect doesn’t seem to wear off for quite some time after leaving, and the longer people use their sentence enders, the fonder they grow of them.
This is causing no end of additional discord to erupt as friends and loved ones slowly cannot stand being around their affected acquaintances anymore.
Particularly adept or powerful gods and shinki may notice an ayakashi-like smoke issuing from people’s mouths as they use their sentence enders. The source is somewhere in town, hiding out. Lurking. Enjoying inflicting itself upon its unsuspecting victims, and growing stronger from ingesting said smoke. Why, it's even affecting any gods and shinki who wander into its territory...
Into this mess, preoccupied by dreams of revolution, rides one Shikyoin Hibiki on a literal white horse. (Don’t ask.) If she’s going to attract PriPara to the Near Shore, she imagines it’ll be touching down where Parajuku should be, as it’s the closest PriPara location to her shrine. Best scope out the area to be sure there’s nothing of use there right now….
But what is this chill in the midsummer air, and this deep-rooted sense of terror-stricken foreboding? ]
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[ This is a fact. A fact stated as grimly as others might predict the end of the world.
Still, somehow the worst has been avoided. She sighs. ] I'm all right now. This place appears unpolluted.
[ But how did she get here...? Surely, he couldn't have - even if he'd assisted that night in the rain, they barely know each other... ]
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It-- unpolluted?
[ Seriously Hibiki? He just gives the other a blank look as she said that but he supposed it's better than having her pass out again. Whatever she was thinking-- she's right. He did carry her to this location all by his lonesome self. He may look frail but he's a lot stronger than he looks. ]
In any case, do you need water or something? You were really pale there for a moment.
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[ Her palate is very sensitive. If you came back with, say, tap water, she'd probably collapse all over again.
Hibiki pushes herself fully up. Her inclination towards exploring this area has been utterly ruined... ] You may return to your day.
[ She's not going to even think about the fact that a whole corner of this town is infested with -
no, she's not going to think about it, she has to distract herself, pure amore love, an eternally-unchanging flower... ]
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So you say, but I can't help but be more concerned. I'm also unsure if it's best for me to return to my day when you might collapse again.
[ Hibiki definitely was an interesting acquaintance. ]
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Oh, he's talking. Hibiki sniffs. ] My temple is unsoiled. Have no fear.
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Do you perhaps need me to walk you back to your temple?
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[ The ultimate escort, requiring an escort. Laughable. ]
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[ Well, Mikleo isn't seeing this as a competition, Hibiki. He cares about your well being and there's nothing laughable about it-- at least for Mikleo anyway. ]
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[ As long as no more city blocks are, ah, infested, she should be fine... ]
May your day continue unsullied.
[ Off she goes. She needs to go home. She needs to go home and sit next to a vase and drink tea.
Then she will feel better. ]
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