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[trademark_skull]

Who: Emizel and OPEN
When: Aug 18th and forward, after the reaper meeting
Where: Various (Thanatos' Temple, in and around the Near Shore)
What: [Catch-All] Local death god going about his day, and totally trying not to be bothered by demon racism earlier that week. Taking care of butterflies (Sorta). Some closed off prayers to come later.



[A - Thanatos' Temple]

[Emizel was not too incredibly worried about staying hidden so long as he was at his temple. Besides if anyone really took William that seriously and wanted to do some demon discrimination of their own, a red flowery field was likely not their first spot to look.]

[It just gave Emizel time to focus on more important matters. Like figuring out how to raise his personal image with the delicate insects he's stuck with. Since he apparently can't replace them.]

C'moooon, can you at least do something useful? Any special attacks? Some secret I should know about? [Emizel was mostly submerged by red poppies, laying on his stomach and apparently trying to communicate with one such butterfly.] I-I am supposed to be your God, so I know you should hear me.

[The butterfly flapped its wings. --Wait it actually understood him then?? It gently took off to the air elegantly and... with all its might, landed directly on the brim of the demon's hood. Along with the ten or so other butterflies that had been crawling on him all this time.]

Oh come on!! [He sat up again and in his outburst some of the butterflies scattered away in a small cluster. A few going up high, others finding nearby flowers to rest on instead.]


[B - Near Shore]

[Emizel had not really explored much of the Near Shore yet, unless he was requested to do something. Since laying low was probably a good idea for awhile, he can't really get much lower than the human realm.]

[Surprisingly it was not the Emizel causing some attention, but rather a tiny fuzzy blue butterfly phasing in and out of existence for mortals. Only at the times it decided to fly around on its own though. Most of the time it preferred to hang on to Emizel in some way.]


[C - Wildcard]

[Open to additional plot ideas and closed threads! Message me Grifstar]

Comments

a, probably early on the 18th

[revolutionfalcon]

[Shun's twice-daily patrols always stand a substantial chance of putting him near the temple grounds of people he doesn't know well. So he doesn't think much of passing the poppy field, other than noting the voice he can hear is vaguely familiar and the subject of complaint.

Once he hears the particularly loud, frustrated exclamation and sees the butterflies scatter in his peripherals, he sighs quietly and turns. Having seen some people with much more unwieldy temple animals and having a few of his own, he likes to think he has some knowledge in the area.]

Most temple animals are just normal animals, or might be more willing to listen to you than others. The point isn't to be something special.

[trademark_skull]

[This was impossible...]

They can hear me. They may be just doing this on purpose...

[It might be a possible difference.]

[How cutely, one lands on his hood again.]

A!

[sing_for_me]

[Alex was still exploring the far shore, finding it to be much larger than she expected, and there was just so much more to see compared to the city she had gotten used to.

There was a lot more nature, for one, so she was particularly attracted to things like...for example, this poppy field. As far as she knew, only the rich could afford gardens like these, and those were behind tall walls and gates. Now, she could actually walk through them.

That's when she hears his voice. She turns in time just to see him sit up, a colorful swarm of butterflies flying up around him. Alex hoped she hadn't disturbed him...]

S-sorry..Did I bother you?

[trademark_skull]

[Emizel was not exactly sure how the flowers got there. They must be wildly grown as far as he could tell, considering how wide spread they were and also he had not had the temple for very long.]

[Unless it's something a previous Thanatos planted. No doubt the cause of this 'infestation' now.]

--Huh? [Someone was there? In his territory?? He probably should have noticed that...]

Who are you?

A

[freezetheheavens]

[It's hard not to ignore Emizel's voice, and since he was already thinking about checking on him, he does.

Only to be greeted by the sight of the other god covered in butterflies. He looks amused.]

...You seem to be having some trouble there.

[trademark_skull]

[Emizel thought he felt a familiar ping as Toushirou approached the temple boundary. He's gotten easier and easier sense.]

I'm not having trouble...

[He should be asking how you found him here. Then again he should not be surprised.]

[The butterflies seem to be giving Emizel a break, for now. A few began watching Toushirou though.]

Prayer #49

[toremainbehind]

This date is creepy! I need an excuse to leave early…please help me!

[Izumo could only sigh when he ended up hearing the prayer, wondering briefly just how it got into Ra’s hands of all people.

Deciding not to get bothered by it, he went to check out the date in question, only slowing down curiously when he sees someone unfamiliar at the same place.

Tilting his head, he walks over to the one who looks like a kid and peers down at him.]

…Are you lost?

[trademark_skull]

[A youngster like him is strange to see heading into a fancy diner, by himself. He was not planning to stop if Izumo did not say anything.]

What?

[...You can see him? If you can, then are you someone from the Far Shore too?]

b, because no one else has; around 8/19

[heartshutter]

[ After a couple days of well-earned rest and relaxation, Tatara’s out on the Near Shore doing some relatively routine shopping when, out of nowhere, the single most beautiful butterfly he’s ever encountered passes by him.

It’s enough to turn him around, mouth agape into an awed ‘o’ shape. And where should he see that butterfly again, but on the hood framing a familiar face. ]

Hello, again! Emizel, right?

[ He's good with faces and names. ]

[trademark_skull]

-? [Wait, he remembers you!] Tatara!

What are you doing here?

[The little butterfly twitched its antennae around. Seems to be minding its own business.]

B

[shiitan]

You've got a cockroach on you.

[Sup Emizel, don't mind the troll who definitely just "mistook" a butterfly for a cockroach just now.]

[trademark_skull]

'Cockroach'? [Excuse you. He's a majestic butterfly and will flap sporadically until mentioned as such.]

[Or maybe that's what going on. Who knows.]

[Meanwhile Emizel is just confused.]

[untodeath]

[ Unfortunately for Emizel, this red flowery field is precisely where she'd decided to look.

And just in time to see him adorably smothered by butterflies. ]

So, this is what you've been up to?

[ Squatting down next to him, Grell shines the child a pretty, pointy-toothed smile. ]

Hello, little one.

[trademark_skull]

Wha?! [And to see him fall back into the poppies and scoot away.] Y-you again?

A

[letteropener]

Oh, hello!

[The voice comes not from nearby, but from up high where a pony-princess has paused mid-flight, a butterfly perched gracefully on the end of her muzzle. A quick glance down spots the rest of the flight, and she gently descends.]

Are these friends of yours?

[trademark_skull]

[A flying pony? What is this - please no one tell him they were gods too.]

N...no, not quite. They just live around my temple.

[Sorry Emizel's more distracted that he was talking to a pegasus. lol what are alicorns]

But they must be good for something... [Otherwise why else would they be here?]

b!

[papillonprincess]

[ She'd taken to walking around the Near Shore as always -- only after promising Ron she'd text every so often. He didn't want a repeat of the murder after all.

But she does spot Emizel on her way to the arcade. The boy was familiar. He'd been at that meeting William called... and got the worst end of it, if she recalled. It would be polite to say hi, after all, right? Though the sight of that butterfly causes the smallest sad smile. ]

It looks like you've made a friend.

[trademark_skull]

[There was a lot Emizel didn't interact with at the meeting. For obvious reasons, he wanted to get away from it rather quickly. However he does remember her vaguely from the BBS post he made awhile ago. His 'friend' seems to be watching her closely.]

Huh--Oh. Yeah, some one them sorta just cling around time to time.

[It's on the hood. Even if Emizel looks up, he can't see it very well.]

Especially when I go out like this. I think they're afraid of getting lost...

A!

[welcome_home]

[ It's the sight of brightly-colored flowers and the multitude of butterflies that lures in the tiny angel flying overhead. White feathered wings flap as Nanako descends with wide, fascinated eyes, halo gleaming in obvious evidence over her head. Practicing completely derailed for the moment, she completely misses the sight of someone else nestled among the flowers and butterflies until he gives a yell and sits up abruptly and then she gives a startled squeak, drawing attention to herself at the same time. ]

Ahh! Are you okay?

[trademark_skull]

[Startled only because Nanako's startled. Also angel.]

[And cue a long stare as Emizel tries to assess the situation.] ...I-I'm fine.

b

[sweetdeath]

Wow, look at you!

[That's a weird-looking butterfly, all right; Tsuzuki's on his way to work at Kinyobi, but he's stopping to gawk regardless. He lifts a hand carefully, and holds still, trying to coax the butterfly to land on it.]

C'mere, I just want a picture...

[Is it native to Japan? Did it escape from somebody's collection? He's got to snap a phone pic for Sakura to look at, either way!]

[trademark_skull]

[Sensing that Tsuzuki was another Far Shore denizen, the butterfly did approach closer. There also seemed to be no ill will that it made a very brief landing. Its god was still nearby anyway.]

[And sooner or later Emizel thought he just heard a camera shot.] -?

A, 8/18

[subtract]

So this is Thanatos' temple? Hmm, the security seems lacking...

[How long has Add been standing behind him? Who knows, but he's apparently invited himself onto Emizel's property just because he can. He brushes a few butterflies away from himself as he looks around idly.]

They're probably not anything special, but if there are any "tricks" to the temple it may take some time to learn them.

[trademark_skull]

[--What the hell Add.]

[The butterflies brushed away immediately go to Emizel. Many of the others in area were avidly avoiding him for now.]

What are you talking about? [Can those tricks be better security please?]

Wildcard but A-ish I guess

[royaltyloyalty]

Dokugakuji wanders around a little more often now than he used to - maybe hoping to catch a glimpse of Alluka and Erk, as if they'd been unceremoniously stripped from him and handed off to a new god and without their memories or any way to contact him. Stranger things have happened, certainly.

As a result, Doku spies Emizel's efforts but from a comfortable distance. He doesn't wear anything to conceal his youkai clan markings or tipped ears while in the Far Shore, so it might be a bit more obvious he's not human - even this far out. It's Emizel's frenetic speaking that caught Doku's attention and so he approaches just close enough to be sure that no one he knows is on the other side of the conversation.

[trademark_skull]

Whether Dokugakuji says anything or not, it doesn't take Emizel very long to notice something was up. He could sense that somebody was near, and even without his godhood, could tell that it was something he should be used to. He just had to find out where exactly.

"Who is there?"

A

[amongthethorns]

[As he'd promised, Alan had looked into all manner of information about butterflies. After all what kind of role model would he be if he didn't keep his promises? Armed with a tin of a fresh assortment of the cookies that Emizel had seemed to like best when they'd had the small get together at Alan's he's making his way.

Emizel certainly hadn't been lying when he'd said he had poppies. Why it's an entire field of them, vivid hues of red - carmine, carnelian, crimson, Venetian red, vermilion, & Persian red as far as Alan's eyes could see. Beautiful!

He's pulled from his awe over the flowers by Emizel's rather loud shout which makes Alan chuckle softly to himself as he makes his way over to where the younger appeared, sitting up among crimson flowers.]

Yelling at them will only displace them for a while, dearheart. And they can't talk back to you at least not in anyway we could properly understand.

[trademark_skull]

[..."Dear...heart"? What even was that?]

No, but they can probably hear me!

[Emizel stood still just long enough for one red butterfly to perch perfectly on the rim of the demon's hood. Seemingly not phased by the outburst that happened a few seconds ago. Others gathered in the area but at the moment were wary of there being a new god around. It was one thing if a shinki stopped by to visit, even ones not claimed by their god were tolerated. It was other visitors they were more uncertain of.]