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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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[...Wait, shit, that might just discourage him. If it wasn't for his connection to Hakkai, then Chikusa would leave it there and just plain not care, but... Sighing, he shifts his weight until he's slumping sideways against a nearby shelf.]
...You need to learn how to say that kind of thing... even to someone like Amaterasu.
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[ So what Chikusa is saying is that he's never going to be able to do shinki magic. It took him forever to be able to cast even a basic borderline, and now he knows why. His whole demeanor shifts (not that it's really apparent given that he can't move a muscle). He's never going to be a useful shinki. He's always going to be the one left behind, babysitting the injured folks while shinki like Chikusa fight monsters and make a difference, because he's worthless. He's not superior to anyone and he never will be.
His only value is that Hakkai thinks they're friends. Closing his eyes briefly, Gojyo takes a deep breath. ]
I hear you. ...Let me go.
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[He can tell. If he got it, then he'd be doing as Chikusa told him to in the beginning- declaring that he's on equal level with him. As it is...]
[This is just begging.]
[Annoyed in his own lack of understanding how to deal with this, Chikusa shifts a little bit against the shelf.]
Is this another problem having to do with that conspiracy theory of yours... [Maybe that's it? If you don't think you're a person, he... guesses you wouldn't think you're superior to anyone. Although did he ever have that kind of problem himself?]
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[ So Chikusa's just going to keep him restrained to mock him? Great. That's great. He should have expected as much.
The question, though, doesn't make any sense. ]
What conspiracy theory? What the hell are you talking about?
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That stupid thing.
[How many synonyms can he use for 'stupid as shit'? Stay tuned to find out!]
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[ Wait... what? ]
That's got nothing to do with anything. [ And, less confused and more snarky: ] Plus if we're all fakes then nobody's superior. You're th'same as me, dumbass.
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So then what's the difference?
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[ If he's going to be here for awhile he might as well get comfortable. Gojyo's breathing slows as he forces himself to relax. ]
What, you're my shrink now? ...You're terrible at it, you're fired. Send in the next candidate.
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[Mm. That might have been pretty good, actually... Maybe he should text Davespri-
...Actually, nevermind.]
You're the only one holding yourself back... You know that, right...
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[ And that? That's actually funny. It's really hard to laugh without moving -- it's so weirdly uncomfortable -- but he manages a real chuckle or two. ]
You're right. The only thing holdin' Sha Gojyo back from being anythin' worthwhile is Sha Gojyo.
[ He smirks at Chikusa out of the corner of his eye. ]
Are you gonna ask me about my mom next? My dreams?
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[Chikusa definitely doesn't care about whatever has gone on in Gojyo's weird life, and he's pretty sure Gojyo, even if he could remember his own mother, would just think of her as a figment of his imagination or some pre-programmed thing anyway. What would be the point then?]
[His shoulder is going to start to get numb if he keeps leaning here like this... Whatever.]
If you know you're the problem.... Why keep being dumb...
cw: suicidal ideation
[ Oh, see, they were just starting to have fun there. Why'd Chikusa have to get serious again?
When the problem is you, Gojyo thinks, there's really only one solution. And he's promised Hakkai that he won't go that route. ...Not that he's going to share any of that with this shithead. ]
I'll stop bein' dumb when you stop bein' lazy and nosy.
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I've never been lazy then.
[And yes, he will make direct eye contact as he says that.]
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[ Chikusa, on the other hand? Has a great poker face. ]
Skinny, you're the laziest fucker in this whole damn place.
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[Yep, he's... just gonna stick to this. After a second, however, he stirs a little bit against the bookcase.]
When you're lazy.... You decide to be, right...
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[ He's going to be here forever. He's going to be a permament statue addition to the library. They're gonna put him in a corner somewhere with a plaque, or maybe out on the roof where the pigeons will shit on him all day. This is his life now -- he's a statue. ]
I wouldn't know. I'm dumb, not lazy, remember?
[ And, although it's probably a waste of time: ]
You want to release me already?
suicide ideation x2
[Sorry, Gojyo. You should never have given him your name. At least it's a learning experience.]
Can you be lazy enough to not want to live anymore?
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[ That gets him Gojyo's full, undivided, and very serious attention. ]
I think we're done with this conversation.
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Why?
[That sure wasn't the reaction he was expecting, after all.]
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[ Again, he struggles against the spell. Eventually it'll give way, right? ]
Because I'm not talkin' about this with you!
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....You know what you have to do to get out of the spell, right.
[Besides waiting it out. Chikusa's learned even high skill only lasts so long.]
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[ Really, the only sign that he's fighting against the spell is that his breath keeps catching and his face is turning all kinds of red. It's humilating and it's infuriating, but at least this anger is directed out, instead of in. So, thanks for that? ]
Talk shit about your smelly boyfriend? [ Chikusa got too close to something too private, too sensitive, and it really shouldn't come as a surprise that Gojyo's response is to lash out. ] I mean, I'm not into kissing guys who lick their own assholes, but I guess if that's what does it for you...
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[Chikusa knows what he's dating, thank you very much.]
Anyway, you're running away again.
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[ He opens his mouth to say something else, but then closese it. Chikusa's a dick, but Ken's not bad, and he's not going to be cruel to a decent guy just to try and rile up some asshole.
If Chikusa is going to make him be a statue, then he'll be a statue. Gojyo clamps his jaw tightly shut, gazes off into the middle distance, and sets his mind to ignoring Chikusa as much as he can. ]
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[The uncapping of the permanent marker in his hands sounds like a threat.]
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