Dust's Day [Open]

[mithrarin]

Who: Dust and OPEN
When: 1/20
Where: Around the Far and Near Shores
What: Another day in heaven; battle, business, and mischief.
Note: I'll match your tagging style.


Morning

Though Dust had mastered many elements of his cell phone, he had never bothered with his alarm. In his eastern-facing room, the sun did the job just fine. After all this time he'd grown accustomed enough to a bed, indoors, that he no longer woke up early and restless -- in fact, these days he didn't feel in much of a hurry to get up at all.

That was a dangerous precedent, and he knew it. Which is why when the sun at last rose fully, to cast long but distinct shadows from the buildings and temples of the city, Dust jogged down the street at a steady pace, his tail and cloak streaming out behind him and occasionally to one side as a gust of wind tugged them this way or that. He was far from his living days of running across Falana, after all. Now, even if he didn't seem able to gain weight from eating and he certainly wasn't getting his heart any exercise, he still found this ritual soothing. Maybe it was more to put him in the right mental state for the day, kind of meditative. It felt good, that was all he knew.

And if other people were out here in the morning, he didn't hesitate to offer a wave and a hello.

Lunch

Not far from Fortuna's shrine in the Near Shore, a small ramen shop had a line out the door, its hot offerings too popular by far on a cold January day. And at the end of that line stood Dust, arms crossed and fingers drumming impatiently on his own sleeves. The cold didn't seem to bother him, thanks to ample clothing and fur beneath it to hold in plenty of heat -- but even he might end up half-frozen, the way this line was or rather wasn't moving. 'Glacial' felt a little too uncomfortably accurate a description here...

He wasn't even that committed to ramen! But from here he couldn't spot a good other place to eat, even as he turned in place to look. Maybe take pity on him...?

Early Afternoon

One of the few things Dust had asked for, when Marinette named him, was a place to train. Luckily, Fortuna's temple had no shortage of space, so he had a fairly large room on the ground floor to use for the purpose. It wasn't anywhere on par with Bishamon's temple, of course, but it was comfortable nonetheless, and certainly far less awkward for him to use than going over there outside of scheduling training days.

Now the room was a flurry of activity as Dust twisted, whirled, and spun about, the staff in his hands striking with sweeping blows or powerful thrusts leveled against imaginary targets. His movement with it had become quite fluid, his control much improved from his first efforts at wielding this new weapon.

Anyone who came to Fortuna's temple would hear him practicing the moment they came in the doors -- and anyone who knocked, well, he was closest to the door right now and pretty resigned to answering it.

Late Afternoon

On this side of the heavenly garden: Dust, fingers wrapped around his staff, teeth gritted, crouched slightly in combat readiness.

On the other side: a boar spirit, pawing at the ground and tearing up the turf with its tusks, determined to drive off this interloper and return to its destructive rummaging.

The boar moved first, unsurprisingly, launching itself into a charge seemingly without warning, its sharp tusks gleaming with menace as they caught the sun. Even the Sen-Mithrarin couldn't take a spirit of this size and strength lightly; even a stationary slash with those tusks could do great harm, and a charge would likely put one or both of them clean through his body. Not a joking matter.

But Dust didn't stick around to let the boar win; he vaulted to the side, spinning to deliver a sharp whack to the boar's flank with his staff. Had he been using his sword, he might have ended the contest there, but he wasn't out to kill the creature, just drive it off. That wasn't enough, though; quicker than expected, the boar spun, its hooves churning up the cold dirt as it plowed towards Dust and forced him to dodge once again.

The battle was then well and truly joined, the boar's grunting and snorting mixing with Dust's own hisses of breath and the snap of his cloak, easily audible in the crisp air. But what Dust didn't see was another boar spirit wandering towards the garden, its own intentions of claiming the plants there clear...

Evening

The sun was setting somewhere behind a thick cover of clouds, but that was almost unnoticeable; swiftly-falling snow was of far greater interest. Dust paused to watch it in one of the small parks that dotted the Far Shore as the snow drifted down, swiftly coating the grass and then the walkways.

It was pretty. And pleasant. And -- actually, it gave him an idea.

People walking by the park who he didn't know get a warning -- a call of "Heads up!" and a snowball whipped at them intentionally wide, a warning shot from the grinning Warmblood even as he scooped up another handful of snow to shape into a ball. People he DID know (and thought would be good sports about it)? They didn't get the call, and his first snowball aimed to hit.

Game on.

((Or if you want any other scenario with Dust, let me know and we can wildcard it!))

Comments

[myblueskies]

It had been really fun! "I'm Romeo! What's your name?"

It was always good to make new friends!

[mithrarin]

"I'm Dust."

Yeah, it was good to make new friends. It didn't seem to happen often.

[myblueskies]

For Romeo it happened on a near daily basis. Everyone he met was a potential friend and often by the time he had spoken to them, an actual one.

"Elfnein's library isn't far away! Do you want to come and warm up! I can make really good coffee because mister Jakob taught me how to!"

[mithrarin]

"Elfnein's library?" He'd last seen Elfnein when he'd helped pry her free from the forest -- it would be good to check on her, especially with what happened to Maria. "I'd like that."

[myblueskies]

"It's not far!" He gestured in the right direction, "Do you know her? I'm sure she will be happy to see you!"

[mithrarin]

"I've met her before," Dust said, keeping his voice deliberately casual. "How's she doing?"

[myblueskies]

Romeo grinned, glad that he had met one of Elfnein's friends.

"She's good! She's learning lots of stuff and did lots of research!"

[mithrarin]

That.... wasn't what he wanted to know. Dust pondered how to come about it another way. "Sounds like she's been really active lately."

[myblueskies]

Romeo nodded. "She is now! She stayed in her lab for almost a whole month but since New Years she's been really active! We investigated the volcano together and did training!"

[mithrarin]

"Sounds like she's doing all right then." Maybe she hadn't heard. Dust hoped not. "I'm glad to hear it."

[myblueskies]

"She is!" If she had heard it wasn't something she had shared with her shinki.

"Are you a god too? Or a shinki?"

[mithrarin]

"I'm a shinki. Though I remembered a couple of things." One thing in particular, honestly, or rather one person.

[myblueskies]

"You did?" Romeo tilted his head. He hadn't remembered anything about his time before arriving on the Far shore so he was really interested in a shinki who had!

"What was it like? Was it a good memory?" He hoped it was a good memory, it would be not be a nice thing to remember something sad.

[mithrarin]

"It was a memory of a friend. A good one."

Whether that was good or not was questionable. He would, after all, never see that friend again, and never would find someone like her. So it was, at best, bittersweet.

[myblueskies]

"A good friend!" That was a good memory. A little bit sad since it was a good friend that Dust wouldn't see ever again but still Romeo thought it would be nice to remember someone who meant a lot to you.

"I'm glad you remembered them!"

[mithrarin]

"So am I. She's... important." That, at least, was true. No matter how bittersweet the memory, Dust cherished it. "Though I hope I don't ever see her here."

[myblueskies]

"You hope you don't?" Romeo blinked at him. "Why not?"

[mithrarin]

"Because if she's a shinki, she'd have died," Dust said quietly.

And then he cracked a smile. "And if she became a god, she'd be insufferable."

[myblueskies]

"Oh..." That was true. She would be dead and even though she would be in the heavens with Dust she would also be leaving people behind. And if she was a shinki she wouldn't even remember Dust. It would be sad.

He smiled though when Dust did. "It's still nice you got to remember her!"

[mithrarin]

"Yeah. It was. It's nice to know I had such a good friend back there." Back home. When he was alive. An awkward topic, and a time long past.

[myblueskies]

"It is good!" Romeo didn't wonder much about his life, he knew it was bad to try and push his head to remember things that he'd forgotten but he did wonder if he had had as good friends there as he had here in the heavens.

"We're almost at the temple!"

[mithrarin]

"I've never seen it. It's a library?" Did a temple just come with books, then? What kind of books appeared in a library-temple, and how did that work, he wondered.

[myblueskies]

Romeo nodded, "It is! It has lots of books and you can learn lots of different things there." He grinned as they rounded another corner.

"There it is! With the seating area outside! Elfnein is the god Gegute and that's a god of knowledge so her job is helping people learn everything they can!"

[mithrarin]

"God of knowledge, huh?" A heck of a burden to put on a kid. But then, what wouldn't be, honestly? It wasn't fair... "I bet she's really good at it, huh?"

[myblueskies]

"She is! She's really smart and helps everyone learn things!" She helped Romeo learn things every day, there was so much he didn't know but she never got annoyed at him or told him to stop asking questions. If there was ever anything she didn't know they went and learned about it together in her library.

"Who is your god?" Romeo hoped they were nice too. Though almost everyone he had met was nice so the chances of that were pretty high!