King and Lionheart

[lionhearrt]

Who: Mikoto and anyone who wants to show up at his temple
When: After this
Where: Mikoto's Temple
What: Mikoto calls his men home


Soon after the announcement, the King pulled back the red aura, extinguishing the flames as he moved through the bar and settled on a familiar couch. He took up his usual spot and and waited. However, the wait soon turned to boredom and by the time the first straggler dropped he was sitting upright on that couch, fast asleep.

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Open to All: Individual talks with Mikoto

[lionhearrt]

[ Mikoto has woken up and ready to listen to your complaints - because aren't they all just complaints in the end? Come at him with all your pent up anger, questions and whatever you want. Mikoto can either be in the bar area with other people or somewhere else more private like the basement or his room, or maybe you two took a walk so here's your chance to come at him. ]

[thevanguard]

[ He'd seen the broadcast - that had been pretty hard to miss, after all - but he hadn't replied over the network.

No, he'd done what any irrational shinki would do - he immediately called up Saru and spazzed over the phone, tried to bribe his friend into coming with him, and then yelling for a minute or so when he failed, had hung up and skated over here anyway.

The bell over the door dings softly, a familiar note and he peeks his head inside, looking to see if anyone else had come before his gaze lands on Mikoto. Looking a little unease, he steps inside, skateboard tucked under one arm, and lets the door swing shut behind him.

Well. No turning back now. ]

Yo.

[lionhearrt]

[ The bar is currently empty with Izumo having stepped out for a moment and Totsuka yet to make his appearance so it's up to Mikoto to deal with any early takers that might come his way. He looks up when the bell tinkles a quick and rambunctious melody. ]

......

[ Gold eyes land on the skater. Of course, it'd be Yata to arrive first. He's honestly surprised it took him so long. ]

Took you long enough.

[ He says calmly, while seated at the edge of the sofa a bit away from the bar. ]

mikoto's room, because private talks

[heartshutter]

[ It's just like Mikoto, isn't it? To invite an innumerable sum of someones into his temple and then vanish, just like a good host would. But, Tatara could have anticipated that he'd run into this, and he knows just where to find the man he seeks.

Habitually, of course, he knocks first and announces himself. ]

King~! I'm coming in~!

[ And then pushes the door open straightaway. Just like old times. His expression is well-meaning, but slightly... sympathetic? That is, if Mikoto is looking. ]

Hey, King. [ They need to talk about this whole Izumo thing. ]

[lionhearrt]

[ Mikoto is leaning against an open window, looking out as smoke drifts up before being swept into the open air. He ignores the intrusion, already knowing who it is even before the initial announcement. He doesn't move to greet him, staying in place while his thoughts wander, roaming aimlessly as not to focus on the inevitable. ]

[mostsuitable]

[Reisi decides not to approach Suoh until it seems like most everyone else has done so. As concerned as he is for others, Reisi is also concerned about Suoh's own well-being even when the other man is disinclined to care about himself. Besides, it's hardly as if Suoh isn't aware of his presence. It was only a matter of time...]

If I might say so, Suoh...

[What he's about to say is something they both know, something so painfully obvious, and yet Reisi can't stop himself saying it because of who he is.]

That was terribly reckless of you.

[lionhearrt]

[ The moment Munakata speaks, Mikoto leans back onto the sofa, making himself more comfortable. He'd been wondering how long it'd take him to finally speak up. Surprisingly, it was longer than he'd expected. ]

So what.

You here to discipline me.

WELP Let's get this started

[redstray]

[ Eric didn't want to go. He had seen the broadcast, and like the time Izumo made one regarding his tattoo, he wanted to not bother with it, and maybe tell Ren about this. He should be a good shinki about this and just ignore it.

And yet here he was opening the door to this temple. Because there was a nagging though that wouldn't let go and he was being an absolute idiot in doing this. But here he was all the same.

He was going to have to apologize to Ren for this.

He stares at the man sitting at the bar, not exactly happy. ]

Do you enjoy being cryptic or are you not capable of a full sentence?

lmao

[lionhearrt]

[ He's keeps sipping his drink, back to him. ]

Can't say I ever thought about it.

Basement maybe?

[sing_for_me]

[Alex had seen the video. Not that it made any sense to her, but it just didn't seem like Mikoto to make such an announcement. Something about it didn't sit too well with her, and since he was always dropping by her temple, she figured it'd be her turn to do so. She definitely wasn't expecting a bar.]

After asking around, she heads down to the basement where she was told he was seen walking into.]

...Hey.

[lionhearrt]

[ The hopeless wanderer never stayed in one place for long which is why the Sun God now sat on one of the several couches downstairs smoke drifting from the cigarette at his lips. ]

.....

[ Gold eyes flick in her direction, a hint of curiosity colors the even gaze, clear that he wasn't expecting her. ]

You got fire powers?

[toremainbehind]

[After everyone has come and whatnot, Totsuka lingering downstairs to talk to those who have arrived or everyone mingling with each other, Izumo decides to take the time to head Mikoto's room. It's a room Izumo has only ever been in a few times, usually whenever his god has blown up the temple or the temple is just destroyed in general. But he's seen the furtive glance the redhead has sent to the back of his hand before he headed upstairs.

Izumo closes the door behind him as he enters, casting a glance at Mikoto.]

Mind if we talk?

[lionhearrt]

[ Mikoto is leaning against an open window, looking out as smoke drifts up before being swept into the open air. He ignores the intrusion, already knowing who it is even before the question is asked. He doesn't look at him, staying in place while his thoughts are forced to focus on the topic he's been avoiding all evening. ]

[chickshades]

[ Bandou merely plops down in the space next to Mikoto on the couch. He's quiet for a long moment, just slipping his hands into his pockets and stretching his legs out in front of him. ]

So, that was your hand I saw.

[ Stated as if he's 100% positive, even though everything around Shouhei in that memory had been a blur. Just him shaking an outstretched hand that was engulfed in red, hot flames. ]

[lionhearrt]

[ A raised brow his way. That's an odd way of phrasing it. ]

I wasn't hiding it.

[untodeath]

[ Oh, she tends to come at Mikoto with something, alright. Why else would she go through the trouble of crashing this party?

Although, upon arriving, Grell doesn't seem entirely convinced that she's found the right place! Door swinging closed behind her, the redhead's hands settle on her hips while she looks over the bar, an inquisitive hum sounding past her lips.

Of course, spotting the mane of fiery hair does well to settle that. ]

Oh! There you are.

[ Batting her eyes, a hand covers her excited little chuckle! In no time, the death god has closed the distance between them, to take a seat by his side. Mere centimeters away, swinging one heeled foot over to cross her legs all cozy-like. ]

What have I missed♥?

[lionhearrt]

[ Mikoto has a cigarette tucked between his lips, his eyes half closed as people move around him. The feeling is familiar, his men talking to each other, moving through the bar while Mikoto listens in the background. ]

[ That is until a strange voice enters the mix. Gold eyes open as the Death god hops over to the couch claiming the seat next to him. A raised brow is all the indication he makes of this unexpected encounter as he looks over at her. ]

Nothing yet.

[ Nothing's broken or on fire yet and there's definitely no giant Red Sword hovering over his temple, yet. ]

Open to All: Mingle w/each other!

[lionhearrt]

[ You're either fed up with the King and need to blow off some steam with someone else, or you just happen to run into someone familiar. By the way... do you both have the same weird fire powers the guy on the network showed off? Why not talk about it, or go ahead and explore his temple. He doesn't really care what you do so long as you don't piss off Izumo by putting a dent in his bar. ]

Yata | OTA

[thevanguard]

[ The talk with Mikoto had been.... something. At least Yata had at least one memory returned to him to give him some context here, but he'd still carefully danced around what he asked and what he didn't - even where he let his thoughts wander.

Sometimes that wasn't too difficult, because - as Saru often taunted him for - he didn't think about things too deeply. He observed, and often jumped to his own conclusions from that, but he could be blunt and to the point and took things at face value most of the time. At least, in this, in his honesty, he lucked out by not often letting his thoughts wander too often into areas that gave him that weird sick feeling he'd come to associate with pondering things he shouldn't.

After talking, though, he makes his way over to the bar and climbs up on one of the stools, kicking one foot absently, and subtly trying to eye who else might have shown up here today. If anyone else is there, he might eventually strike up a conversation - or be receptive to have one initiated with him in return. Otherwise, he'll be pestering Izumo for a drink and taking a moment to text on his phone. ]

[mostsuitable]

[Reisi may not be HOMRA and might actually even be in opposition with Suoh and his people, but that doesn't stop him from coming to Suoh's temple after that reckless summoning on the network. Reisi may not have any memories, but he knows what it's like to be drawn to Suoh and understands the risks involved in seeking him out for answers. Those are the reasons he's here—he's concerned about how others might be affected in this situation.]

And just what drink are you having, Misaki Yata? [The unknowing King muses as he approaches.] Would you mind if I had a seat?

Closed to Reisi

[sing_for_me]

[Even after entering the temple—if you could call a bar that— Alex wasn’t sure she should be there. The message had nothing to do with her, that much she understood, but what she saw had her concerned, and that outweighed her doubts even if just by a little. There were quite a few people in there, which made her feel even more nervous and out of place. The sooner she spotted Mikoto, the better—]

Reisi..?

[mostsuitable]

[Why, if it isn't a certain Alex Benedetto, the incarnation of Oshun, the Nigerian Yoruba deity of the river and fresh water, luxury and pleasure, sexuality and fertility, and beauty and love. Given the amount of time Suoh has spent at her temple as of recent, Reisi isn't surprised to see her here. Whether or not Alex understands Suoh's message, it's only natural that she'd be concerned.]

Alex-san. [Like when they first met, Reisi regards her with a pleasant and polite smile.]

Is this your first time here?

[She does seem somewhat nervous, after all.]

Izumo | OTA

[toremainbehind]

[At some point of the day, Izumo can be found either behind the counter of his bar or outside of the temple, smoking. He may or may not be in an amiable mood, though he's willing to talk to anyone who comes up to him. He's also here for anyone who feels the need to complain about Mikoto in any shape or form.]

Eric | OTA

[redstray]

[ Eric sat away from everyone else. On the couch, where even the lights were a bit dimmer. He was curled up in a ball, legs brought to his chest, hood up and arms wrapped around his legs. He want to look small, to hide.

He wasn't sure why he was still here. He shouldn't have come in the first place. But, maybe this place felt some kind of comfort. Why, who knows. There were two thoughts to that question that he didn't want to think of an answer.

The talk with Mikoto he had made things more muddled and confusing than before. But one thin really came out of it, there really wasn't anything he could do to change how things are. He was a shinki and that meant he was suppose to help his god.

He brought up one of his hands to tug on some of his bangs, fiddling with the hair. He half glanced around at the others that might still be here. If they were a group, and they were part of that group that had him as a dog, would they be so friendly to him if they had their memories? They had been sympathetic (Or angry in some chihuahua's case) when they heard his memory...but if they caused it and remembered...

Eric shuffled a bit more into his ball. Best not to think, right? That only leads to trouble. ]

closed to grell, after her talk with mikoto

[mostsuitable]

[It’s impossible to miss the strikingly bold red hair of a certain someone barging into the bar in search of Suoh, who didn’t really seem to care what they called their meeting so long as they had one. Reisi only knows them from what he’s seen on the network, and what he does know is that they’re encouraging a very dangerous side of the god. The shinki thinks he’ll have to keep an eye on them as well.

But after some time, fiddling with his box of Blue Sparks just isn’t enough anymore. He needs to breathe some toxic air, and there may still be people who want or need to talk to the Sun God. So Reisi takes his leave of Bar HOMRA for the time being... at least to head outside for a smoke.

So it’s as he opens the door and steps in upon returning that they nearly collide with one another sometime after the redhead’s date with Suoh.]