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thenearshore2018-09-21 01:52 pm
dredefulchilde) wrote in thenearshore2018-09-21 01:52 pm
#vampireproblems
Who: Joscelin Fitzthomas, the forces of Heaven, and you.
What: A distraught, blighted shinki goes on a rampage against Heaven. How will you react?
Where: All over.
When: January 23-25
Warnings Violence. Will update with anything else.
Liberties taken with NPCs are mod-approved.
At first, it's all rumor. On the twenty-second of January, there is a report of a small, hooded figure attacking one of Heaven's white robed shinki with a knife, then vanishing too quickly to be caught. There is another attack the next day on two of Amaterasu's shinki near her temple, and this time there's a complication: there are clear signs of blight on the small hand that holds the knife. By the third day, the mysterious attacker is clearly disfigured, all fangs and claws and multiple eyes. The number of victims--all injured, none dead--mounts.
Something is happening in Heaven. And it clearly isn't good.
What: A distraught, blighted shinki goes on a rampage against Heaven. How will you react?
Where: All over.
When: January 23-25
Warnings Violence. Will update with anything else.
Liberties taken with NPCs are mod-approved.
At first, it's all rumor. On the twenty-second of January, there is a report of a small, hooded figure attacking one of Heaven's white robed shinki with a knife, then vanishing too quickly to be caught. There is another attack the next day on two of Amaterasu's shinki near her temple, and this time there's a complication: there are clear signs of blight on the small hand that holds the knife. By the third day, the mysterious attacker is clearly disfigured, all fangs and claws and multiple eyes. The number of victims--all injured, none dead--mounts.
Something is happening in Heaven. And it clearly isn't good.
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Even this thought exercise is depressing. Joscelin is convinced she won't come back. Seeing his own things scattered through the razed temple was too final for that. There had been no trace of Ayumu left. Not even the Christmas presents he'd bought her.
"Do you know what's to happen next, for me?"
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He wishes he could pretend that, anyway.
"You can stay here." That was Ayumu's wish, in her will, and Gojyo can't imagine Hakkai having a problem with it. (He might have a problem with Joss later, when he discovers what a little shit the kid can be, but he also seems to really like assholes, so maybe it won't be a problem at all.) "You could ask Hakkai to name you, if you wanted. If you think you need a god."
Amaterasu's people might still be mad at Joss, but Amaterasu's people can go fuck themselves.
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Joscelin frowns. Why is it that everyone knows about Ayumu’s will but him? Did she not trust him?
“If he’s willing to take me on, I would not mind being named. I understand if he doesn’t want to, though; my notoriety might rub off on him. I’m more than happy to make trouble with heaven myself, but I don’t want to drag in anyone else who might want to stay in Amaterasu’s good graces.”
Though he has Gojyo and Gojyo doesn’t seem to have a problem attacking the white robes either.
“I’m a monster.” The smile on Joss’s face is pale and sad. “I very much doubt there are many who want to be associated with that.”
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"You'll do just fine here, kid."
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He’s torn between confusion and outrage as Gojyo starts mussing his hair and laughing at him.
“Wha—hey!” He says irritably as he tries to get out from under Gojyo’s hand. It’s the liveliest he’s looked since...before the ablution, at the very least. Maybe even since before Ayumu went away. “Are you mocking me?”
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"Not even a little bit." Okay, maybe a tiny bit. He gestures back toward the temple, with its warm lights and just the first hints of dinner drifting on the breeze. It smells hearty, rich. Beef stew, maybe.
"Every person in that temple's a monster." Except Goku, but he's technically a visiting god, so he doesn't count. "And I can promise you that not one person in there cares about pissin' off Amaterasu and her toy army."
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“Yourself included, I imagine?” He says mildly. “The other day you had a sort of moonshaped poleax. What was it?”
Weapons are always a safe subject.
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"You mean this thing?" He holds his hand out, way out in front of him, and in a flash of light his staff appears. It's got to be six feet long, the handle the same gleaming metal as the blades, and the whole thing has the faintest aroma of iron and ozone.
Plus, it's heavy. Gojyo drops it on the ground at their feet with a clunk. "All I know is that I brought it with me when I came here. It's got to be magic, but I couldn't tell you how it works."
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He looks suitably impressed, at least, when Gojyo calls the weapon out of nothing. “How does that work?” he asks with interest. “It looks like magic, yes, but you’ve got to summon it from wherever it is, haven’t you?”
Having a weapon you don’t have to conceal because you can summon it at will sounds like a very useful skill.
“Could you...show me how do fight with it? I’m quite fond of knives and I was learning to throw before...” his face falls but he recovers this time. “I’m fast, obviously, but I’m four-foot-three. My reach is shit.”
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"I think it's a little big for you, but tell you what." A little big, and also Gojyo's only just now figuring out all the bells and whistles. Let him learn his own weapon before loaning it out to others, okay? "Let's go find one a little more your size, and I'll teach you everythin' I know about stick fighting."
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Joscelin nods, satisfied to be getting something out of this mess. No matter how small.
He sighs, and, drawing the blanket tighter around himself against the evening chill, looks up at the emerging stars. "I've botched this terribly, haven't I?" he says, still looking up. "All of this. I'm just so tired."