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Who: Ken Kaneki
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What: New nerd on the block.
When: 4/8
Where: Various locales.
Warnings: He's a nerd...
I. Library
[If anyone here knew him, it would be no surprise that Kaneki finds his way to a local library without much delay. After the bizarre nature of his first day here, the smell of old books lining cluttered shelves it a comfort. It's only been a couple of days, and the circumstances remain difficult to absorb still yet, fantastical in their nature and hard to apprehend.
So for the moment he focuses on the small boon of getting a fresh library card, and thus access to any books he might take interest in. It was still a challenge to hold a librarian's attention long enough to attain the card, but he's learned from Shun's example. Grab attention and give suggestion.
And so with this ticket to all the literature he can carry, Kaneki wanders from one bookshelf to another, pausing here and there to him at titles. He's quick to pick some old favorites, a motley assortment of Hesse, Kafka, and Hakushū, tucked under one arm as he makes his way along]
II. Park
[With a collection of books to delve into and review, Kaneki finds a quiet spot in the park to read. The fresh air in the near shore does him some good, distancing himself somewhat from the world he's just become a part of, and the thoughts that come with it. First a ghoul, now a god...it's rather surreal.
Passers-by might see him hunkered down under a tree with a book propped against his knees, entirely absorbed in printed word. A small stack of books is stationed close at hand beside him, titles spanning various genres and attributed to Japanese and European authors.
It's clear he's quite absorbed in this, making no sound but the soft crinkling noise of old pages turning]
III. Temple
[Kaneki never imagined having a temple before, and standing a short distance from it among vibrant red foliage out of season, he's still having trouble accepting that it's his. Nevertheless, he's supposed to be Kuebiko, and this is Kuebiko's temple. Agriculture and wisdom...he wonders if it's a humorous remark on his name, or something else entirely.
He wanders the ground, supposing he should familiarize himself, eventually stopping at the threshold. Folding his arms across his chest, he hums quietly, Despite outward appearances, the building's interior is much more spacious than should be possible, something he doesn't quite understand.
At the moment, though, he's occupied with a different sort of question]
Should I...decorate, maybe?
[Did gods do that? He wishes his introduction to this system had been a little more thorough, but if he's supposed to be the next holder of this title, should he personalize the place? Or maybe, he's not supposed to do anything at all with it...hm]
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What: New nerd on the block.
When: 4/8
Where: Various locales.
Warnings: He's a nerd...
I. Library
[If anyone here knew him, it would be no surprise that Kaneki finds his way to a local library without much delay. After the bizarre nature of his first day here, the smell of old books lining cluttered shelves it a comfort. It's only been a couple of days, and the circumstances remain difficult to absorb still yet, fantastical in their nature and hard to apprehend.
So for the moment he focuses on the small boon of getting a fresh library card, and thus access to any books he might take interest in. It was still a challenge to hold a librarian's attention long enough to attain the card, but he's learned from Shun's example. Grab attention and give suggestion.
And so with this ticket to all the literature he can carry, Kaneki wanders from one bookshelf to another, pausing here and there to him at titles. He's quick to pick some old favorites, a motley assortment of Hesse, Kafka, and Hakushū, tucked under one arm as he makes his way along]
II. Park
[With a collection of books to delve into and review, Kaneki finds a quiet spot in the park to read. The fresh air in the near shore does him some good, distancing himself somewhat from the world he's just become a part of, and the thoughts that come with it. First a ghoul, now a god...it's rather surreal.
Passers-by might see him hunkered down under a tree with a book propped against his knees, entirely absorbed in printed word. A small stack of books is stationed close at hand beside him, titles spanning various genres and attributed to Japanese and European authors.
It's clear he's quite absorbed in this, making no sound but the soft crinkling noise of old pages turning]
III. Temple
[Kaneki never imagined having a temple before, and standing a short distance from it among vibrant red foliage out of season, he's still having trouble accepting that it's his. Nevertheless, he's supposed to be Kuebiko, and this is Kuebiko's temple. Agriculture and wisdom...he wonders if it's a humorous remark on his name, or something else entirely.
He wanders the ground, supposing he should familiarize himself, eventually stopping at the threshold. Folding his arms across his chest, he hums quietly, Despite outward appearances, the building's interior is much more spacious than should be possible, something he doesn't quite understand.
At the moment, though, he's occupied with a different sort of question]
Should I...decorate, maybe?
[Did gods do that? He wishes his introduction to this system had been a little more thorough, but if he's supposed to be the next holder of this title, should he personalize the place? Or maybe, he's not supposed to do anything at all with it...hm]
II. Park
Ken! Hi!
[Plops herself down right next to him.]
What are you reading? Grand tales of adventure and intrigue?
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Yomo calls him Ken, but it's new, having somebody here do it as well. But...it's pleasant, he thinks. That someone wants to use his name]
Good afternoon [A little pause before he ventures, supposing equal familiarity is okay] Hiyoko. This story is um...
[How to explain Franz Kafka's The Castle]
It's something like that. The main character is a man called K who's called to this village as a surveyor for those in charge, who are stationed in a castle. But it turns out there was a mix-up, and he doesn't understand the customs there...and the villagers don't know what any officials really do.
[He could prattle on, really]
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And despite how she seems, Hiyoko actually likes reading. But she'll be the first to admit that she can't get through anything too dense. She's definitely intrigued by his synopsis though and her eyes sparkle with interest.]
Ooh, so is it more like a wacky comedy where everyone gets all confused and a lot of inappropriate stuff happens at a fancy party? Or more like a horror novel where everyone gets out their pitchforks for a good old fashioned castle storming?
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It's a rare and pleasant thing, being able to talk about literature with someone who also takes interest in it]
More of the horror end of it, except the townspeople actually think the officials are doing some good. Just...every time K asks one of them, they have a completely different image of what exactly those officials do.
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[She leans back to look up at the tree branches over head.]
Then again... I'm not sure I know what the Prime Minister does every day, so maybe it's not all that strange.
[But maybe she just didn't study very hard in civics class. After a moment, Hiyoko shifts her gaze back to Ken.]
So what happens? Does K ever find out what the officials do?
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[Which of course has always been an interesting thing to ponder. People have theorized how the ending would play out]
People think the protagonist would have died in the end, and the system despite its flaws never changed... Since it seems thematically similar to one of his other works, that could be the case.
[One does not go to Kafka for cheerful tales, no]
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[Cheating at stories? Sure, that's a thing.]
And why would the guy have died from conducting a survey? Where the townspeople gonna kill him? Or do the officials hire a ninja to stop him from revealing their secrets?
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But the mental image of a ninja dropping into one of Kafka's stories, especially this one, to murder the protagonist... Well, it'd be a sight to see.
Or read, as the case would be]
Actually, people have always thought he'd die of illness, rather than having been killed. He was brought there because of a mistake in documentation, but the system was so mired in bureaucracy that nothing really got done.
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[She shoots him a skeptical look, which quickly dissolves into a smile with a shake of her head.]
You sure read some weird books, Ken.
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Temple
She stops behind Kaneki, holding her phone out as she snaps a picture of his temple. She's close enough to catch his words. Did someone say /decorate/. How is Sho not here?]
It's a pretty temple but if it's yours, you should make it your own too!
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H-hello...
[How do pretty girls just...pop up out of nowhere, around here? Kaneki doesn't rightly know, and doubts he's going to figure out this mystery of the universe anytime too soon.
Putting that matter aside, he scratches his cheek with one finger as he glances back at his temple]
You really think it's okay? I mean, it feels like I'm just filling in for somebody...
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[She greets instantly, lowering her phone slowly as she glances down to the screen. Her fingers race over the surface, as if she's typing something.]
Of course! I did the same to my temple! It's your home away from home so it should be how you want it, you know? Don't be shy!
[She pockets the phone a moment later, smiling sweetly at him]
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Though at her suggestion-]
That is... [How did he want to decorate? His apartment back home was rather lacking in personal touches] What did you end up doing with your temple?
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[Just as soon as she pockets her phone she's pulling it out again. A few swipes here and she holds it maybe a little too close to his face. The picture is of her room.]
I need to do more with the temple though. Decorating is a lot of fun. What do you wanna do?
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I'm...not exactly sure. I think I'll get some books sometime, though.
[Nevermind the fact that books haven't much to do with decor]
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[C'mon Kaneki you have to give her more then that!]
What else do you like? Just fill it with things you like!
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[When she asks what else he likes, he has to consider that]
I've never really done much decorating before, but I guess I like flowers. My mother used to work with them.
[His feelings aren't as simple as that, but he doesn't think the reminder would be bad. Maybe Hana would like them]
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Library
The messengers had not exactly been generous when it came to information on what exactly Nekhbet's godly domain was, and Shun isn't the type to half-ass things. If he's been lumped with a job to do here, it's getting done properly, and the first part of that is actually figuring out what the hell he is meant to be doing. The result is him walking between shelves with a tower of material on Egyptian mythology, large enough that despite his usual scanning looks, he actually walks past Kaneki before noticing him.
It takes him a moment to decide whether to stop or not.]
What are you doing here? [It isn't even really a question so much as a kind-of greeting, though his tone still sounds like he's entirely unfamiliar with the concept of public libraries being...public.]
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Mired in these considerations, he's jolted back to the present when Shun speaks to him, fumbling with the books in his hands]
Me? Well, I thought I'd check out some books...
[A statement of the obvious, perhaps, with a good half-dozen already in his hands. Shun is actually the reason he's in a position to check out books at all, so maybe he ought to say something?]
Um...thanks for the advice the other day.
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Don't think anything of it. There was no point not sharing what I'd figured out.
[He doesn't relish in watching people struggle with things. Sometimes, he might leave them to it, but that's more if they're overconfident in themselves despite that, which Kaneki clearly hadn't been at the time.
Shun glances at the other book stack purely for reference purposes - it's good to know what interests people have to help gauge them as a person - though his brow furrows a bit at some of the names.]
Western books? [Or at least, two of the three authors he can see there look like it. Which is noteworthy in itself, since it presumably means he's fluent in at least one other language.]
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My field of study is Japanese literature, but I've liked some European authors since I was a kid, too.
[The one way he could get to know his father was through the collection of books he'd left behind, and Kaneki had spent a great deal of time with them. It exposed him to western authors and made him appreciate printed word, along with the scent of old books becoming something of a comfort to him.
He glances at the assortment Shun's picked up]
...Doing some research?
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I'm not familiar with any of that. [He could maybe identify some particularly famous names, but nothing beyond that. The lack of knowledge isn't a point of shame, so he's very blunt in his words.
Shifting the book pile slightly, Shun glances to it with a slight grimace.]
If I'm supposed to be another incarnation of a god, I want some idea of what the previous incarnation was like.
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[At least, Kaneki can imagine as much. Their existence is almost entirely forgotten within moments of speaking to or helping people. While they're prayed to their presence at the very least isn't often picked up on, and if it is, their attention has to be more or less commanded.
It makes him wonder how much books on mythology would yield, and how much is embellishment]
At least it can give us an idea of what we're gods of, or practices people have built around them...
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[They are here to assist humans, apparently, so having some idea the kinds of things humans are going to be expecting from him can't hurt. Even if he's still in the phase where thinking of humans as something seperate from himself feels weird as hell.
With a slight sigh, he turns slightly as if about to head to the reading tables, though not far enough that it seems as if he's breaking off the conversation. Despite that, his next comment is almost murmured, like it's more of a note to himself than anything.]
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that having the chance to read again came lumped with having to do hours' worth of it.
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Still, Kuebiko is a fairly minor presence, with very little said about him... So if he wanted more information, it'd be hard to come by.
Shun's words may be quiet, but with his senses, he still manages to pick them up as he trails after him]
Maybe you'll learn something interesting? In my case, there aren't very many stories or accounts for me to read...
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