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thenearshore2018-05-19 11:21 am
kokuyoyo) wrote in thenearshore2018-05-19 11:21 am
[open] take it from me
Who: Chikusa Kakimoto and you
What: Staying at the Li Tieugai temple is becoming too annoying lately. Fortunately, Chikusa has plenty of things to investigate, from the library to the blighted spot.
When: Throughout the latter half of November
Where: Heaven's Library, the blighted area, other places
Warnings: Heavy violence in the Add thread, death (temporary)
A - Heaven's Library (constant)
The price of information, to Chikusa's great misfortune, always seems to be effort.
It explains why anyone visiting the Library throughout the month will seem to always eventually run into Chikusa if they're browsing around between the shelves long enough. On one hand, it's not particularly unusual. For months, now, Chikusa has been a constant presence within the library ever since the goblins which maintained it passed away due to that strange time warping event. Most of the time, however, he's been distant to anyone else that's been there with him, and not always looking for anything in particular. In fact, he seems to always be working in his unofficial capacity as one of the library workers there trying to keep it some idea of organized. (Which isn't always particularly successful...) Anyone who's seen him before in the library has likely seen him at work, staunchly ignoring all other shinki or gods, for the most part.
For the next few weeks, however, he's clearly searching for something. Instead of dully pushing around a cart full of books (or slumping against them in what is apparently extreme exhaustion from such an arduous task), he can be found carefully thumbing through the various titles before he organizes them. He can be found leaning against one bookcase with his eyes roaming the spines of book, taking in every title or lack of wording. Sometimes, he even reaches upwards, searching out what appears to be bits of loose paper or scraps that have somehow slipped on top of or inbetween books. Rarely does there seem to be anything worthwhile on the stray papers, judging by his quiet sighing, but occasionally he pauses to stare intently down on what seem to be random scribbles. Perhaps someone will even get to see him doing so.
....Alternatively, they may see him find what's apparently a blank piece of paper, take a pen out of his usual bag, and scribble something on it that's almost definitely rude before putting part of it underneath the strange door in the back of the library.
Fuck you, mysterious presence.
Other times, he's actually sitting down, a small stack of books around him. One is always open, his hand laid out against it to keep it that way, and he occupies his other hand with writing down what are apparently notes in a simple notebook. While Chikusa can be a little hard to read even on good days, he doesn't particularly seem pleased with what he's finding... or, perhaps, not finding.
While he's otherwise busy, he won't stop anyone from approaching him, and will even pause in the middle of what he's doing to level that dead eyed stare of his onto whoever has come near enough, whether they mean to interrupt him or not.
B - The Near Shore, the Blighted Zone
If the library won't give him the answers that he wants, then that means he really has no other choice but to go investigate himself... Well, by peering in on what exactly Heaven is doing in its own investigations on the area that became so badly blighted during the night of the God Meeting. After all, looking into the forest is clearly going to be a little harder.
For anyone else just passing through or perhaps even trying to look into things themselves, Chikusa's lanky figure is an easy one to spot, and not only because he tends to tower over other people even in a dead slouch. Rather, it's probably the shark finned beanie that he's wearing... It's not particularly subtle, but sometimes Chikusa rarely bothers to be. What has more of his attention is apparently ghosting throughout the neighborhood, pausing to take in a particular spot he can recall, or leaning against a wall to overhear what look like some of Heaven's shinki. With the amount of time he's spent in the Far Shore and his own skills of observation, he's learned to pick up familiar faces, after all.
C - The Near Shore, Asakusa
It's late at night. Why anyone would be out at such a time is a mystery that can only be answered by the individual themselves, but then, that's Asakusa for you. There are a lot of festivals held throughout the year in this place, and the amount of temples and other such things means that it's an enjoyable place for travelers of all sorts. Yet the recent ghost stories have apparently been creeping people out. In the dark streets, where various buildings and apartments have gone dark... The sound of footsteps echoing... going faster... and faster....
And bursting out of the doorway of a nearby building in the form of a frantic pair of shoes moving all by themselves, hastily dodging a borderline suddenly shooting out from inside the building. That sure is Chikusa, eyes sharp and his fingers still borderline ready.
Hopefully no one is in the way. That would be just horrible.
What: Staying at the Li Tieugai temple is becoming too annoying lately. Fortunately, Chikusa has plenty of things to investigate, from the library to the blighted spot.
When: Throughout the latter half of November
Where: Heaven's Library, the blighted area, other places
Warnings: Heavy violence in the Add thread, death (temporary)
A - Heaven's Library (constant)
The price of information, to Chikusa's great misfortune, always seems to be effort.
It explains why anyone visiting the Library throughout the month will seem to always eventually run into Chikusa if they're browsing around between the shelves long enough. On one hand, it's not particularly unusual. For months, now, Chikusa has been a constant presence within the library ever since the goblins which maintained it passed away due to that strange time warping event. Most of the time, however, he's been distant to anyone else that's been there with him, and not always looking for anything in particular. In fact, he seems to always be working in his unofficial capacity as one of the library workers there trying to keep it some idea of organized. (Which isn't always particularly successful...) Anyone who's seen him before in the library has likely seen him at work, staunchly ignoring all other shinki or gods, for the most part.
For the next few weeks, however, he's clearly searching for something. Instead of dully pushing around a cart full of books (or slumping against them in what is apparently extreme exhaustion from such an arduous task), he can be found carefully thumbing through the various titles before he organizes them. He can be found leaning against one bookcase with his eyes roaming the spines of book, taking in every title or lack of wording. Sometimes, he even reaches upwards, searching out what appears to be bits of loose paper or scraps that have somehow slipped on top of or inbetween books. Rarely does there seem to be anything worthwhile on the stray papers, judging by his quiet sighing, but occasionally he pauses to stare intently down on what seem to be random scribbles. Perhaps someone will even get to see him doing so.
....Alternatively, they may see him find what's apparently a blank piece of paper, take a pen out of his usual bag, and scribble something on it that's almost definitely rude before putting part of it underneath the strange door in the back of the library.
Fuck you, mysterious presence.
Other times, he's actually sitting down, a small stack of books around him. One is always open, his hand laid out against it to keep it that way, and he occupies his other hand with writing down what are apparently notes in a simple notebook. While Chikusa can be a little hard to read even on good days, he doesn't particularly seem pleased with what he's finding... or, perhaps, not finding.
While he's otherwise busy, he won't stop anyone from approaching him, and will even pause in the middle of what he's doing to level that dead eyed stare of his onto whoever has come near enough, whether they mean to interrupt him or not.
B - The Near Shore, the Blighted Zone
If the library won't give him the answers that he wants, then that means he really has no other choice but to go investigate himself... Well, by peering in on what exactly Heaven is doing in its own investigations on the area that became so badly blighted during the night of the God Meeting. After all, looking into the forest is clearly going to be a little harder.
For anyone else just passing through or perhaps even trying to look into things themselves, Chikusa's lanky figure is an easy one to spot, and not only because he tends to tower over other people even in a dead slouch. Rather, it's probably the shark finned beanie that he's wearing... It's not particularly subtle, but sometimes Chikusa rarely bothers to be. What has more of his attention is apparently ghosting throughout the neighborhood, pausing to take in a particular spot he can recall, or leaning against a wall to overhear what look like some of Heaven's shinki. With the amount of time he's spent in the Far Shore and his own skills of observation, he's learned to pick up familiar faces, after all.
C - The Near Shore, Asakusa
It's late at night. Why anyone would be out at such a time is a mystery that can only be answered by the individual themselves, but then, that's Asakusa for you. There are a lot of festivals held throughout the year in this place, and the amount of temples and other such things means that it's an enjoyable place for travelers of all sorts. Yet the recent ghost stories have apparently been creeping people out. In the dark streets, where various buildings and apartments have gone dark... The sound of footsteps echoing... going faster... and faster....
And bursting out of the doorway of a nearby building in the form of a frantic pair of shoes moving all by themselves, hastily dodging a borderline suddenly shooting out from inside the building. That sure is Chikusa, eyes sharp and his fingers still borderline ready.
Hopefully no one is in the way. That would be just horrible.
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His weapon appears in his grasp in a plume of black smoke automatically, something resembling a giant skeleton key. And he seems intent to strike, shifting his weight and swinging, but once again he hits water. His weapon sticks, hanging there sluggishly before vanishing and appearing once again in his waiting hand.
Once more he raises his weapon...
Only to disappear altogether. Seems like it's a lucky break for the hooded figure he was pursuing, because something else has caught his attention. Or rather, it's the lack of something. Add's roiling darkness, and his frail light vanishes from his senses. He reappears beside Ain just in time for an unceremonious spray of blood to spatter his coat. There lies Add's broken body, and it seems to him that something inside him is collapsing inward under some invisible force.
He doesn't know what to call it, but it hurts, and his grip on his strange weapon slacks. It vanishes in a puff of shadow, and Roxas lifts his hand to his chest. For some reason, he expects it to have caved in, and yet there is nothing physically different.
"Why?" He asks, unaware that he is even speaking, voice strange and brittle.
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His hollow gaze lifts to appraise the youth standing before him. Roxas has no face, but that empty tone is familiar. It stirs up something odd in the hollow where his heart should be - the echo of a memory no longer there.
"It was his wish."
Far be it from him to deny Add what he wanted. What he planned. Because everything reaches the end, eventually.
(He was in too much pain. People who suffer.... should be put out of their misery.)
But the matter isn't resolved, is it? There still remains the fact that the assailant is gone.
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... but it doesn't stay ended for long. As the black thorns disperse, Add's body flickers with a faint blue glow. There's a flash of light and—
Add gasps for breath, writhing weakly on the ground as he regains his bearings. His neck is healed, as are the broken bones—but he's still stuck with dozens of needles, and the poisoning is only marginally better right now. It'll only get worse again if it's left untreated...
He's bought himself some more time, so he can't let it go to waste. It's difficult to speak through the lingering sensation of an impaled throat, but he has to say something before Ain decides he didn't do the job right.
"I'm fine." He's absolutely not, but please don't kill him again. "Ch...Chikusa. Set a trap. Poisons. N...need help."
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"From who?"
Who should they call? Possibly not Sakura, but he doesn't have anyone else in mind.
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And he still needs help.
He doesn't know how to mend damage, or even if he's capable of such a thing. Had he met anyone who could do that? Even if the possibility to help Add exists, he may be helpless to do anything about it. Hidden within the shadows of his hood, Roxas grits his teeth. His hands ball into fists at his sides, uneasiness settling into his bones. What can they do?
"I'll see if I can find someone," he suggests at last, vanishing from sight.
It doesn't take him very long to find that there is no one he recognizes nearby, and no one he can ask for assistance. Safely distanced from the others he calls his strange weapon, striking a nearby tree once, and then again. And again. It does nothing to fix anything, and he knows that, but he seems powerless to help. In that moment his phone rings, prompting him to pat down his pockets with his free hand to retrieve it. "...Hello?"
A short time later, Roxas returns to where Ain and Add remain, dusting leaves from his coat. Pay it no mind. "Hakkai is coming. He said there's an antidote."
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"Here," he says, and glances from one to the other of Add's shinki. "This should strengthen him and counteract the effects of the poison. Chikusa is mixing a specific antidote now."
And -- he hopes -- it will be enough. His tone is brisk but neutral, but when he casts a glance down at Add, a frown flickers briefly over his face.
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Roxas vanishes before he can muster the strength to speak again, though. He'll look for help... perhaps Roxas knows someone...? But, Add can't really be sure, and he knows he won't get a third shot at this. He tries to move again, reaching for some shadowy scrap of Ain to draw his attention.
"Needles..." He's still covered in them, lodged in the cracks of his armour. It's a good place to start. He takes another moment to collect himself, fighting the exhaustion and sickness that's slowing him down. "Sakura... might be able to..."
He's interrupted by Roxas' return, along with a surprising statement. Hakkai? It takes a long time for Add to process that thought. Hakkai is coming? God of medicine or not, he's the last person Add would expect to come to his rescue from something his own shinki started. His confusion is only magnified when Hakkai show sup and says Chikusa is making the antidote.
"Hell no." He forces out the annoyed words with a surprising degree of vigor. Suddenly filled with a spiteful rush of adrenaline, he tries (and fails) to sit himself upright. "Not... if he makes it... probably... m-more poisons."
Fuck Chikusa, seriously. Why the hell should he trust anything coming from him?
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And surely at this point, Chikusa must know that as well as the two of them do. Whether he told Hakkai something to give him the impression that Add's shinki were a threat, he has no way of knowing. But the reasoning he gave, and what he wanted in return, suggest that he does have some awareness of what they can do.
"If you're afraid, he can try it on me first...I don't mind." Roxas doesn't hesitate in making such an offer, nor does he want to see Add suffer more than he already has. The thought burns him, as does his failure to protect him as he'd promised. "But you can't stay like this."
He taps Add's chest with one finger, as some odd point of emphasis.
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"There," he says, flatly. "I have no interest in a blood feud. I don't think you want me to inject myself, with only one needle, but do what you wish to ensure it's safe as well.
"I'd recommend not waiting too long."