[closed] EVERYTHING IS AWESOME

[tauborn]

Who: Takuto and Mizael
What: Welcome to the Phallus Palace the home of the god Fascinus
When: SUPER BACKDATED to March 26
Where: All around Takuto's temple.
Warnings: More dicks than you could shake a stick at.


Before them is the grand temple and a few already-lit braziers giving a warm glow to the white pillars. It seems lighter at the far side of the square temple, probably due to the fires reflecting off the surface of the pool. The floor is polished, but mostly covered with cushions and pillows and low chaises and a few bowls of ripe fruit.

On the other side of the great temple, to the left, is the Japanese-style building that Takuto prefers to the temple. On the right is the cottage adorned with roses. The cottage has most of the actual amenities because the dojo is empty except for the tiny music room and the painted screens and the beach bungalow is really only set up to make food and drink for some kind of beach party. However, despite there being a bath and a half, walk-in closets, a full kitchen, cozy fireplace den, an entry tunnel, and a glass-walled patio in the cottage, there's only one bedroom.

Between all the buildings is a grassy slope, which, on a night like this, would be perfect for viewing the stars.

"Well..." Takuto says with a heavy yet forcibly cheerful note, turning to Mizael, "This is home!"

He just hopes that somehow, Mizael doesn't notice that every single piece of art contains a penis.

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[tachyonme]

Okay, it's not that he wasn't expecting Takuto to do something--he'd encouraged it, after all--or that he actually thinks Takuto will attack him...it's just that Takuto suddenly jumping up like that is a little unnerving and Mizael automatically shifts into a more defensive stance.

But of course, there's nothing to defend against, nor could he even if he wanted too, since the effect of calling that other name is immediate. He feels a light tugging at his chest and then the rest of his body in a way that's almost familiar--and then with flash like lightning, he's suddenly in Takuto's hand in the form of a jian in a plain wooden scabbard.

And even though he somewhat knew it was coming, suddenly being in an unfamiliar shape and unable to move is really alarming, so he silent for the moment while he tries to stay calm.

[tauborn]

"Wow!" Takuto remarks in wonder, holding up Mizael against the starry night sky. "You're beautiful, Mizael." He carefully draws free the scabbard, and yes, this is definitely something he feels like he can go fight evil spirits with. Takuto has nothing but awe for his amazing shinki. After all, Takuto can't turn into a sword.

[tachyonme]

The initial flood of panic actually dies down very quickly--pretty much as soon as Takuto utters his first awed exclamation, in fact. That sort of flattery and awe is very nice indeed, and there's something about the way Takuto is admiring him right now in this form that has him feeling content and almost thrilled.

"I should hope so." Not that he can tell the specifics from his position, but really. It's only natural he'd be striking in any form. "A sword...so beautiful and useful. I suppose I can live with that."

He really thought he would hate this, and he does still dislike the idea of it and the feeling of not being able to do anything, but it's almost worth it if it means being admired too.

[tauborn]

He tests out the blade with a horizontal slash , holding the scabbard loosely but carefully with his other hand. Mizael is a good weight and size for a one-handed weapon, and Takuto is actually very, very pleased.

"It's a good thing I have a background in swordsmanship, I guess," Takuto says with a laugh, and he's back to admiring the starlight on Mizael's blade and checking out the reflection of the firelit temple and the dojo. He flips the scabbard around, holding it as if it's also a weapon. "I suppose I can also use you like this, too?"

They were obviously meant for each other if Mizael was indeed meant for two hands.

[tachyonme]

Well, that was one worry quashed before he could actually start worrying about it. If Takuto already knows what he's doing, then that should make everything much easier in the long run, since Mizael...isn't sure he'd be any help. The idea of fighting with a sword seems familiar, but the few times he's imagined fighting anything tonight, it's been without any weapons at all.

But Takuto seems confident, and his idea isn't a bad one, although it's going to take some time to get used to the feeling of being in two pieces or being swung around and manipulated like that. A deep part of him doesn't like it--a part of him that is admittedly squashed silent every time Takuto raises him up to admire him.

"We'll have to see how well I'd hold up to that. But I should at least be able to shield you somewhat."

[tauborn]

Takuto beams at the weapon in his hands. "I appreciate it."

And then he very carefully replaces the blade in the scabbard and lays Mizael down on the edge of the porch. "Revert, Mizael." How does he know what to say and do for his shinki? He just does, and trusting his instincts is something Takuto is very good at. He doesn't really wait for the shinki to change back into his humanoid form and just continues talking. After all, either form it's the same person and obviously he can sense what's going on in either form.

"Maybe we can pick one of the rooms in here for a training space, or at least to store training equipment if we want to practice on the yard."

[tachyonme]

He feels that tugging at his body again and in a moment, he's stand on the edge of the porch in his much more familiar human shape. And no matter how content and pleased he had been with Takuto admiring him, he's far happier to be back in this form. In fact, it's enough that his pleasure at being human again takes him off guard and he frowns down at his hand for a moment as he listens.

"Or both. You said there were several rooms that weren't being used." He stares at his hand for one last moment before finally looking at Takuto again. "You'll need to get used to wielding me--" he's still not quite comfortable with that, but at least he's comfortable enough now to say it "--but I'd also like to train with you like this. So we'll have to get practice weapons as well."

[tauborn]

Takuto nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! I definitely want to train with you both ways!" He laughs, because this shinki is pretty much the package deal sword-and-sparring-partner-in-one combo. Maybe being a penis god won't be so bad after all with Mizael around? "I wonder where or how we get weapons around here...?"

He wanders into the expansive house that is apparently going to be their training dojo. Maybe if it rains... if it ever rains...? Maybe they'll practice inside but the yard really seems like the better option as long as they don't fill it full of stuff at night.

[tachyonme]

To be honest, Mizael is thinking along similar lines as he follows Takuto inside. Not that he's fond of the idea of training with someone else, but it's somewhat a relief that that person he's stuck with is enthusiastic about it.

"...I don't know. Perhaps we should ask one of the others. There must be a god of combat or two who have also needed to find training equipment."

But speaking of types of gods...Mizael crosses and arm across his chest and rests his chin on the knuckles of his other hand as he thoughtfully eyes Takuto's back. This is maybe not the best time to bring it up, but he's been curious since their talk earlier and then Takuto's brief bout of changing colors a few minutes ago.

"By the way, you were going to tell me what's so embarrassing about being here."

[tauborn]

Takuto freezes in midstep, turning back around to face his shinki.

"Er... you didn't seem to notice...?" He was certain Mizael had noticed the giant flying penis braziers and every piece of decoration in the temple? He'd been--for lack of a better word--fingering that chair, after all!

Past the next doorway of the dojo is one of those folding panels, and this one is decorated in relatively mild erotic imagery. Relative to the roman-style temple, that is.

[tachyonme]

Mizael shakes his head, although not because he didn't (eventually) notice. "I noticed the decorations. The flying penises?" Said without a hint of embarrassment and much more like he's just repeating a new term he just learned. "They were hard to miss. And they did look more familiar like that than your food..."

Seeing the (slightly) more accurate depictions in the temple did make him think he's actually seen that before. It had been hard to tell when it was pieces of food.

"But I don't get why you're embarrassed. They just looked silly."

Other than the wings, but still. Clearly, the decorations are not the reason Mizael felt like sleeping there.

[tauborn]

Takuto just stares at Mizael in disbelief.

"Mizael, you're the shinki of a penis god. How is that not embarrassing?"

Yes, the whole phallus-themed temple is definitely silly, and awkward, and how is anyone normal ever supposed to ever sit in those chairs? Or sit peacefully in the dojo with the decorative walls, or the not-so-cute pictures on the walls of the cottage? The whole package is silly, and Takuto is almost wishing he'd died and become a shinki instead of having to find out he's been reincarnated as the Roman god of dicks.

[tachyonme]

Mizael opens his mouth to say he doesn't know why it is or isn't, that's why he's asking, but then promptly shuts it again and just looks genuinely confused. It's clear they'll just be going in circles that way. So instead he closes his eyes for a moment to think of another way to frame his confusion.

"...Isn't like being a god of...hands? Or hair? Not very useful, but you have other skills that are..."

Somewhere between Takuto glancing at his crotch and his decision that it was some human thing and the images in the temple, he did actually figure out what they're talking about here. Or rather, he's making an educated guess based on what vague knowledge of humans he seems to have.

[tauborn]

Takuto shakes his head. "No, it is nothing like being a god of hands. Or hair."

It finally actually dawns on him that Mizael actually, truly, really has no clue that this is embarrassing. Or why. With a sudden feeling of near-horror, he stares at his shinki seriously. "You... you're... Mizael, you have a dick, right?"

WHAT IF HE DOESN'T??? Takuto won't think less of him if he doesn't, to be honest, but it'll definitely make Mizael seem that much more foreign and mysterious.

[tachyonme]

Mizael...doesn't answer that immediately. Not because he doesn't know, exactly, it's just that this trip through the temple is the first time he's had to think about it all evening and he's still connecting a couple dots.

"Yes? I should in this form." He's fairly sure that he wouldn't normally (not that he remembers what "normal" is exactly, just that it isn't this), but being in a human form means he has everything and has to do everything a human would. But it's not like he's looked yet.