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thenearshore2018-02-05 07:18 am
kokuyoyo) wrote in thenearshore2018-02-05 07:18 am
[closed] it's not a nutritional dinner
Who: Chikusa, Ken, and all the people invited to Hakkai's temple
When: October 12
Where: Li Tieugai's temple in the Central District
What: Having recently lost their other god, Ken is sad by yet another loss.... so Chikusa is fixing this with his dog's favorite things: people he likes and copious amounts of meat.
Unless people actually ask, Chikusa.... doesn't exactly tell what time the dinner is actually going to be at. At least he'll probably tell them that Hakkai's temple moved? One would hope.
The temple of Iron Crutch Li doesn't really seem all that impressive upon approaching it, despite being in the Central District. The walled gardens are certainly large and lovely enough, if a little wild, but the building itself is rather plain at its two stories. There's a small sign attached to the front door that simply says 'come in'. Chikusa isn't going to bother answering the door for visitors. It's not like Hakkai locks that thing anyway.
The inside of the temple is about as sparsely decorated as its outside, but, today, the overwhelming smell wafting from the kitchen has overtaken any medicinal smells that might normally be about. It adds a certain warmth to the room.
Until dinner will be served a little later into the night, people are free to do whatever- hang about the gardens, go bother Chikusa in the kitchen, or otherwise find the other residents of the temple. Chikusa won't care to stop anyone, although Hakkai might.
As for dinner? Chikusa is serving so much meat: rabbit stew with olives and rosemary, swordfish, curried chicken, veal marsala, and a more traditional spaghetti served with meatballs. Fortunately, at least there's garlic bread and stuffed mushrooms, so there's something that isn't meat.... And for dessert? Zeppole, cannoli, and an apple ciambella with almond cream.
When: October 12
Where: Li Tieugai's temple in the Central District
What: Having recently lost their other god, Ken is sad by yet another loss.... so Chikusa is fixing this with his dog's favorite things: people he likes and copious amounts of meat.
Unless people actually ask, Chikusa.... doesn't exactly tell what time the dinner is actually going to be at. At least he'll probably tell them that Hakkai's temple moved? One would hope.
The temple of Iron Crutch Li doesn't really seem all that impressive upon approaching it, despite being in the Central District. The walled gardens are certainly large and lovely enough, if a little wild, but the building itself is rather plain at its two stories. There's a small sign attached to the front door that simply says 'come in'. Chikusa isn't going to bother answering the door for visitors. It's not like Hakkai locks that thing anyway.
The inside of the temple is about as sparsely decorated as its outside, but, today, the overwhelming smell wafting from the kitchen has overtaken any medicinal smells that might normally be about. It adds a certain warmth to the room.
Until dinner will be served a little later into the night, people are free to do whatever- hang about the gardens, go bother Chikusa in the kitchen, or otherwise find the other residents of the temple. Chikusa won't care to stop anyone, although Hakkai might.
As for dinner? Chikusa is serving so much meat: rabbit stew with olives and rosemary, swordfish, curried chicken, veal marsala, and a more traditional spaghetti served with meatballs. Fortunately, at least there's garlic bread and stuffed mushrooms, so there's something that isn't meat.... And for dessert? Zeppole, cannoli, and an apple ciambella with almond cream.
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[No one has ever reacted to him like that before. Axel had tried to gently encourage him, and he'd never really bothered with Roy who had seemed just as much if not more disinterested in shinki like that. Chikusa stares at Hakkai, blinking slowly, unsure of what to ask or how to ask it.]
[...Work with him. Alright.]
Then.... where do we go now?
[Finally, he moves to get the water and wine.]
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The question is much more challenging, and he shakes his head again, but, this time, thoughtfully.]
I'm not sure yet. I have some information, and some leads, but I'd like to talk it all over with you, later. There might be something I'm not seeing, or information we can share with each other.
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[Carefully, making sure not to dislodge the stuffing in any way, Chikusa begins to put the mushrooms onto the tray.]
....Then... who knows if it's relevant.... but I'm seeing a shinki from the old court who knows more magic...
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[Chikusa reaches up to adjust his glasses with the heel of his palm, trying to avoid getting anything on it.]
....He was so annoying... about my name...
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My name matched my vessel name at the time, at least.
[It's possible this has something to do with the way he gives names that match his shinki's real name... but then, a lack of imagination has a bit more to do with it.]
I haven't met that shinki, though. Is he one of the ones in white?
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[Putting it to the side of the stove, Chikusa checks the oven and does some quick math in his head.]
Get the swordfish out from the marinade... And it was Bishamon's.... I think. He was so annoying that it eclipsed everything else...
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My, my, giving a teacher a false name... [He chuckles.] If he is Bishamon's, he might be trustworthy. Her exemplar certainly is.
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....And pat them dry, please.
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I don't think Amaterasu herself is concealing malice towards us. Frankly, I don't think she's cunning enough for that, at least not at her age.
I don't trust her shinki as much. She must have named most of them before her death, and they may be acting on orders or ideals they learned from a version of her we never met.
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He said there are more basic spells than the ones I know.... so I wanted to ask him about that and other things...
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[So, yes. Stick up the ass. It's a shame.
It's no surprise that there are more spells than the handful that the new shinki have had a chance to learn, though, and Hakkai's expression grows thoughtful.]
I believe Kazuma certainly wasn't showing us everything he could do. If this Sabimei is willing to teach you what he knows, it seems worth seeing what he'll show you.
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[As he adjusts some things in the oven, Chikusa decides to further explain.]
Come, pillars of frost... crossbeams of crystalline ice... and girders of snow. Rafters of the falling rain... and thatch covering of dew. [It's all said rather deadpan.] I found that sort of thing in the library...
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[It has the cadence of a tanka. Five lines, nature metaphors, five-seven-five-seven-five syllables (mostly.)
He really should look into Japanese poetry more. It's rather embarrassing not to be able to name half the poets.]
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[Straightening up, he huffs quietly.]
A song of fighting fires.... I couldn't find the book it belonged to. Which is... weird....
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Have you tried singing it?
[Fighting fires. Yes -- with the water and ice imagery, he supposes it only makes sense.]
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[Chikusa has stopped in place, determinedly not looking at Hakkai.]
...How.... does someone sing....
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[He doesn't sing. Singing is for other people, who either can stay on pitch or don't care that they can't.
(He has sometimes been known to be caught humming a little bit off key while gardening, but no one speaks of that.)]
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[At least it's a good thing he asked Davesprite. Sighing, Chikusa gets back to work.]
...A lot of things will just be baking now... besides the swordfish... if you want to see that....
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[The patting dry of the fish pieces and the heating of a saute pan are sure indicators. Hakkai smiles cheerfully, and tilts his head towards the kitchen door.]
No -- I think I'll go finish some grading before our guests arrive, if there's nothing else you need my help with.
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[BYE HAKKAI]
[Still, as Hakkai starts to go out the door, a small word follows after his back. It's quiet, and easily missed in the sound of onions suddenly being fried, but...]
Thanks...
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