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Daylight licked me into shape [OPEN]
Who: Gojyo and anyone who wants to join him!
What: Various and sundry (see prompts below the cut)
When: Between April 2nd and April 6th, in-game time (any time between the sakura party and the July intro log)
Where: Various places in the Near Shore
Warnings: Will update
Format: I've posted these prompts in past tense prose. If you'd prefer present tense and/or brackets, please feel free! I'll match your formatting.
Prompt 1: The Park
Wine hangovers were markedly different than beer hangovers, Gojyo was discovering. While the beer hangovers tended to settle in the gut (yeah, he got the farts after too many beers, but who didn't?), the wine ones seemed to like to sit right in the middle of his head, stabbing behind his eyes.
Beer hangovers could be appeased by a big greasy breakfast and a lot of black coffee. So far, the best thing Gojyo had found to cure the wine hangovers was simply time. Time, and a bit of heat. And that's why he was in the park that morning, arms draped over the back of the bench and face to the sun, idly working his way through his pack of cigarettes.
Being dead wasn't so bad after all, some days.
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Prompt 2: Downtown
Why couldn't the little bastards attack in the middle of the night?! But no, they had to decide to come out of hiding in the early evening, when all the offices were closing. So there was a sea of dark suits as roughly eleven million salarymen and -women shuffled off to their trains, and there was a swarm of glowing puffball ayakashi, drifting towards the residential area on the other side of the train tracks... and there was Gojyo, a bright spot right in the middle of that weary ocean, blood red hair and leather pants and waving an old Chinese sword like a crazy person. Good thing mortals didn't tend to see them, huh?
"Get th'fuck out of my way!"
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Prompt 3: The Liquor Store
This whole not-being-seen-by-mortals things was really starting to get on Gojyo's nerves. It had been cool at first -- he could pretty much steal anything he wanted to, whenever he wanted to (not that he took advantage of it or anything. A couple packs of cigarettes, a bowl of ramen from a booth... but it just didn't feel right). So if he wasn't going to steal stuff from the Near Shore, he was going to have to buy it, and buying things took money. Which meant a job.
The bell on the door chimed, and Gojyo turned apathetically toward the incoming customer. "Welcome to Lawson Station," he droned, slouching in his itchy uniform shirt. Hating his uniform visor. Hating everything about the job, really. But there were only so many jobs available to an unskilled foreigner, and, unlike a factory job, at least working at a convenience store gave him the freedom to chase after ayakashi whenever they appeared. Not like any of the customers seemed to notice he was there anyway. Not even when they were standing right in front of him. Yelling for him. In his face. "Please enjoy your shopping experience."
There had to be a better way to earn cigarette money than this.
What: Various and sundry (see prompts below the cut)
When: Between April 2nd and April 6th, in-game time (any time between the sakura party and the July intro log)
Where: Various places in the Near Shore
Warnings: Will update
Format: I've posted these prompts in past tense prose. If you'd prefer present tense and/or brackets, please feel free! I'll match your formatting.
Prompt 1: The Park
Wine hangovers were markedly different than beer hangovers, Gojyo was discovering. While the beer hangovers tended to settle in the gut (yeah, he got the farts after too many beers, but who didn't?), the wine ones seemed to like to sit right in the middle of his head, stabbing behind his eyes.
Beer hangovers could be appeased by a big greasy breakfast and a lot of black coffee. So far, the best thing Gojyo had found to cure the wine hangovers was simply time. Time, and a bit of heat. And that's why he was in the park that morning, arms draped over the back of the bench and face to the sun, idly working his way through his pack of cigarettes.
Being dead wasn't so bad after all, some days.
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Prompt 2: Downtown
Why couldn't the little bastards attack in the middle of the night?! But no, they had to decide to come out of hiding in the early evening, when all the offices were closing. So there was a sea of dark suits as roughly eleven million salarymen and -women shuffled off to their trains, and there was a swarm of glowing puffball ayakashi, drifting towards the residential area on the other side of the train tracks... and there was Gojyo, a bright spot right in the middle of that weary ocean, blood red hair and leather pants and waving an old Chinese sword like a crazy person. Good thing mortals didn't tend to see them, huh?
"Get th'fuck out of my way!"
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Prompt 3: The Liquor Store
This whole not-being-seen-by-mortals things was really starting to get on Gojyo's nerves. It had been cool at first -- he could pretty much steal anything he wanted to, whenever he wanted to (not that he took advantage of it or anything. A couple packs of cigarettes, a bowl of ramen from a booth... but it just didn't feel right). So if he wasn't going to steal stuff from the Near Shore, he was going to have to buy it, and buying things took money. Which meant a job.
The bell on the door chimed, and Gojyo turned apathetically toward the incoming customer. "Welcome to Lawson Station," he droned, slouching in his itchy uniform shirt. Hating his uniform visor. Hating everything about the job, really. But there were only so many jobs available to an unskilled foreigner, and, unlike a factory job, at least working at a convenience store gave him the freedom to chase after ayakashi whenever they appeared. Not like any of the customers seemed to notice he was there anyway. Not even when they were standing right in front of him. Yelling for him. In his face. "Please enjoy your shopping experience."
There had to be a better way to earn cigarette money than this.
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"Do you have other powers?" he asks, glancing up from the stationary can to study the guy's face.
"Maybe they're interfering."
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"Nothin' like this," he replies, shaking his head. Fuck, now he's getting a headache from straining so hard. This is dumb. "My god power comes from th'stick they gave me, so it shouldn't be doin' anything to stop me from lifting the goddamn can." Okay, that last bit was a little tense. Maybe he needs to take a break? Ugh, this is hard!
"What am I doin' wrong?"
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"Can you feel the can? Like when you look at it, does it feel tangible?"
It's sort of how it works for Nagi. He concentrates hard enough on an object, it begins to feel solid. (This makes sense in his head).
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Nope.
But it does make him think. Gojyo holds up his left hand, and stares at it with a considering look. "I've got... I used to have this summon weapon," he corrects himself. "And to get it, I had to feel into this kinda nothing space. Is that sorta the same thing?"
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That's new. Well, not exactly. Nagi's seen them before, but only in video games. Gojyo doesn't seem like much of a video game hero. They tend to be a little more put together. Maybe he's judging him too harshly based on his sword flailing. With the proper weapon, maybe he's competent.
"I guess? I've never had a summon weapon before."
He's curious.
"How did you get it?"
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"I found it, in this old temple." Well, it wasn't entirely a lie! More like a shortened version of the true. "It was magic, like, soul magic or something." He holds out his hand again, fingers curled like he's gripping something the size of a broom handle. He can feel his new staff there, just out of reach, but he carefully doesn't reach for it. The thing is still too unpredictable, and he doesn't want to risk endangering Nagi. He likes Nagi.
"It was like... I didn't move my hand, but I still had to reach for it." How the hell to put something like this into words? "Like, I thought about reaching for it, but I didn't actually reach." That sounds stupid. "Or something like that. I haven't ever tried to describe it before."
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"I guess that's kind of like how it is with me," Nagi says, shrugging. His power, he just knows he can do it and it happens.
"... What happened to it?"
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"I miss it, though," he continues, letting himself feel a bit nostalgic. And why not? It's not like Nagi's going to give him any less shit if he's totally professional. "It was really cool! It had this..." He looks around the alley for something to serve as a stand-in, but there's a sad lack of broomsticks lying around in downtown Tokyo. Oh well. He holds his hands out empty insteal, miming holding his staff.
"On this end--" He holds up his right hand, fists still aligned like they're holding a staff. "--was the flat blade, and this end--" The left, this time. "--was th'moon blade." He swings his hands about, like he would if he were guiding the moon blade on its chain. "That one came off on a chain, and I could make it go anywhere."
If Nagi has any appreciation for martial arts, then he might notice that Gojyo's mime is actually really damn skilled. If not, then he looks like he's a raver who got lost without his glowsticks. "Man I miss it!"
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Like this god, who's reminiscing over a pole-blade thing. Is it so special? It's just a weapon. Though Nagi must admit, he's never seen anything like what the god describes before. He was probably much better at wielding it than a sword, at least.
"You can't find another one here?"
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"If you find a store sellin' magical artifacts, you let me know, okay?" He sighs, pulling out another cigarette. It is possible, he supposes, that there's somebody here who would turn into something like shakujyo when in their weapon form, but like hell is he going to go around asking all the dead people if they'll transform for him.
"Anyway, weren't you supposed to be teachin' me how to float stuff with my mind?"
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"I'll let you know if I do," is how he replies to the magical artifacts remark. The god probably said it sarcastically, but Nagi isn't going to rule out anything. Maybe 'magical' weapons might be out of his usual scope, but he does actually know how to find weapons of other kinds.
He shrugs.
"I can try. But if you'd rather have a weapon, I can see what's out there."