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thenearshore2017-08-20 12:53 pm
kokuyoyo) wrote in thenearshore2017-08-20 12:53 pm
[open] this too shall pass
Who: Chikusa Kakimoto, Ken Joshima, three different animals, and you
What: When a god leaves, there's always a few people who end up left behind. Chikusa and Ken deal with it in the only way they know how- badly.
When: August 16 to start with and some days after it
Where: The empty clearing where Hestia's temple used to be
Warnings: A closed ablution will be happening in one thread, so some mild body horror at the least. Also a pair of teenagers in mourning dealing with loss unhealthily.
Hestia's temple has never outwardly been impressive. It had been small, and white, and done in the traditional Greek style- no bigger than a small house at best. The most memorable part of it, for anyone who has passed through the Far Shore, has been the recent addition of a goat tethered right outside its front door where it kept the grass in check.
There's no front door for it to be tethered to now. That would be because there's no temple at all.
For those passing through the Far Shore, they might come across a completely empty clearing which now holds nothing at all. And for those not inclined to wander? They might be drawn to it instead by the sound of what sounds like a dog or wolf howling.
That would be Ken.
All that's left in the clearing which once held Hestia's temple would be a pair of teenage boys, a roaming goat, a split-tailed demon cat which eyes any intruders warily, and Bon the Tibetan Mastiff who occasionally joins in with Ken's howling.
Oh. And the piles and piles and piles of various canned goods, snacks, and other such non-perishable foods that are scattered everywhere with no apparent rhyme or reason. The god and his temple may have gone but not, for some mystical reason, the literal hoards of food his shinki gathered throughout it.
To the side, Chikusa is curled up by a pair of large but simple duffel bags, his arms wrapped loosely around his long legs and his head bowed.
Ken is nearer the center of the clearing, on his knees. Once anyone who's come to investigate the din gets closer, the howls that sounded so purely canine at a distance become less so. From up close, they sound more like a strange cross-breed of a howl and a scream of pure anguish - with the tears on Ken's face suggesting the latter is closer to the truth. The impressive volume he's achieving further suggests that he'll continue until he's either heard by his god - wherever he's gone - or until his throat is so bloody and raw that he can't actually make sounds anymore.
A particularly close observer may be able to note that, on Ken at least, there's hints of blight already visible - a faint dark bruising creeping up the back of his neck, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. It's hard to tell if either shinki is aware of it.
[OOC: Let us know if you want Chikusa, Ken, or somehow both of them to respond to.]
What: When a god leaves, there's always a few people who end up left behind. Chikusa and Ken deal with it in the only way they know how- badly.
When: August 16 to start with and some days after it
Where: The empty clearing where Hestia's temple used to be
Warnings: A closed ablution will be happening in one thread, so some mild body horror at the least. Also a pair of teenagers in mourning dealing with loss unhealthily.
Hestia's temple has never outwardly been impressive. It had been small, and white, and done in the traditional Greek style- no bigger than a small house at best. The most memorable part of it, for anyone who has passed through the Far Shore, has been the recent addition of a goat tethered right outside its front door where it kept the grass in check.
There's no front door for it to be tethered to now. That would be because there's no temple at all.
For those passing through the Far Shore, they might come across a completely empty clearing which now holds nothing at all. And for those not inclined to wander? They might be drawn to it instead by the sound of what sounds like a dog or wolf howling.
That would be Ken.
All that's left in the clearing which once held Hestia's temple would be a pair of teenage boys, a roaming goat, a split-tailed demon cat which eyes any intruders warily, and Bon the Tibetan Mastiff who occasionally joins in with Ken's howling.
Oh. And the piles and piles and piles of various canned goods, snacks, and other such non-perishable foods that are scattered everywhere with no apparent rhyme or reason. The god and his temple may have gone but not, for some mystical reason, the literal hoards of food his shinki gathered throughout it.
To the side, Chikusa is curled up by a pair of large but simple duffel bags, his arms wrapped loosely around his long legs and his head bowed.
Ken is nearer the center of the clearing, on his knees. Once anyone who's come to investigate the din gets closer, the howls that sounded so purely canine at a distance become less so. From up close, they sound more like a strange cross-breed of a howl and a scream of pure anguish - with the tears on Ken's face suggesting the latter is closer to the truth. The impressive volume he's achieving further suggests that he'll continue until he's either heard by his god - wherever he's gone - or until his throat is so bloody and raw that he can't actually make sounds anymore.
A particularly close observer may be able to note that, on Ken at least, there's hints of blight already visible - a faint dark bruising creeping up the back of his neck, peeking out over the collar of his shirt. It's hard to tell if either shinki is aware of it.
[OOC: Let us know if you want Chikusa, Ken, or somehow both of them to respond to.]
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[He inclines his head over towards the other group, and begins walking.]
Let's, then?