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thenearshore2018-10-10 01:09 am
revolutionfalcon) wrote in thenearshore2018-10-10 01:09 am
[open] ghost of man surrounds me in my slumber
Who: Shun and you!
When: February 2nd-5th
Where: Around, but mostly on his Near Shore shrine or in the vicinity of Central District.
What: Recovering from the one-two punch of losing two shinki and reliving one of the worst days of his life in dreamland with a bunch of different people. It is not a promising start to February for Shun.
[A: Nekhbet's Shrine (Near Shore) | 2nd]
[As promised on the post Shun made about Fubuki and Reisi's disappearances, Shun's shrine on the Near Shore is as open as it ever is to visitation. The location is something like a very tiny park, a short and lantern-lined path leading the way to a small house-shaped shrine that's almost buried in offerings of flowers that spill out to cover the grass below as well. Two flower arrangements stand out of the ones on the temple itself - one purple and orange, the other a darker purple and black, held on posts above the others as if marking a position of honour.
What Shun was referring to on the post, however, is the two arrangements covering the posts of the two lanterns closest to the shrine. They're both built up with gladiolus flowers (golden on the left, and pink-red on the right) and blue hydrangeas - the colours suited both of them, Shun thinks, and the meanings are appropriate. Strength of character, honour, remembrance, the appreciation of being understood. Both are also interspersed with white flowers, but those are the main things that differ about the two arrangements. The arrangement on the left is detailed with orchids, representative of refinement and maturity. The one on the right contains anemone flowers, which are...somewhat less positive. A forsaken connection, a loss, an ill omen. Perhaps resentment isn't right - or perhaps it is, Shun doesn't know what Fubuki was thinking of him at the end there - but he feels he should at least acknowledge in some way that their parting wasn't an untainted one.
Shun himself is still around, too, slowly moving through the flowers closest to the shrine, running his fingers over them. Wherever he touches, dying leaves and petals spring back into full bloom as if time had reversed on them. He won't interrupt anyone who wants a moment to themselves, but he also won't reject being approached despite the rather closed, forcibly detached look on his face.]
--
[B: Nekhbet's Temple (Central District) | 2nd-5th]
(i. day)
[If anyone would prefer to visit Shun at his temple, he can be found there too in the days after the dreaming incident. On the outside, it might not seem he's around, but getting close enough to the front door and garden will prompt Kotori to greet visitors, in one of her usual rumpled kimonos and looking uncharacteristically somewhat strained. She makes an effort to be polite in leading people into the garden, though, past the initial path flanked by pools and past Shun's tiny shrine for teleportation and through the gaps in the hedge that lead to the second part of the garden.
This area is more abundant and has a wild, yet somewhat restrained beauty about it. Large swathes of funerary flowers from traditions all over the world mingle among each other and lean over the edge of the path. Arches wrapped with roses in various colours appear intermittently along the walkway, getting closer together as the path curves towards an area that's mostly grass and pebble, a viewing area of sorts with a small amount of seating and even a stone table for working. It's here where Shun himself finally becomes visible, atop one of the square-topped rose arches. He seems to be treating it somewhat like a balance beam, dipping backwards onto his hands and then flipping himself over onto his feet again, continuing that motion until he reaches the end of the beam and then transferring it to sideways movement, exchanging between one hand and two. There's something sharply focused about his manner, an unpleasant rigidity, as if he's trying to force his attentions off something else, and his breathing is even in the way of someone keeping it in extremely tight control. His memories are with him sharper than ever today, and he dislikes it just as much as he ever does.
He pauses at noticing anyone approaching, though, letting out a faint sound of annoyance and dropping into a seated position on the arch, one leg crossed over the other and tapping somewhat impatiently as if he can't stomach sitting still right now.]
I suppose you want to talk. [For one reason or another. He sounds tired, but apparently he's willing enough despite his unsettlingly intent focus.]
(ii. night)
[Anyone who visits after darkness falls will get a very different reception...which initially appears to be none at all, honestly, the grounds empty of anything but the vultures that so love eying off any unwelcome visitors and the small and scattered stone lanterns, akin to those found in graveyards, that light up the area quite effectively. Anyone who turns their attention upwards, though, or notices the movement of glowing eyes and metallic birds through the sky far above, will be rewarded with a much more unique sight.
It's hard to tell how far up he must have been to begin with, but there's a dark figure falling through the evening sky, the metallic birds circling around him. Shun free-falls for a hundred meters, a serenity on his face that says the motion and wind on his face is as natural to him as breathing, then with precise timing, flips himself over to land on one of his mounts at the exact moment it swoops under him, but only lets it carry him for a few moments before he drops from its back again and falls unsupported for another hundred metres or two until he lands the same way, repeating the same motion.
Despite how dangerous the situation is in theory, it's only more visible as Shun gets closer to the ground how much more at ease and relaxed he is in free-fall than he usually is elsewhere. He couldn't do this last time he'd sustained this kind of loss, and he's tried to replicate it before, but there's really no way to imitate the rush and the sensation, the feeling of being airborne that has a way of settling him as nothing else can.
He just wants to forget, for even a moment or two.
He lands one last time (about ten meters above the ground) on the back of Rise Falcon, the four-winged bird with six red eyes and crawling with exhaust pipes that he's so fond of bringing out, takes it in for a moment before he rolls onto his back with a sharp breath out as if regretting that it's over. It's not until he opens his eyes again that he notices there's someone on the ground, and immediately tenses visibly...though honestly, he looks almost more self-conscious than anything.]
How long have you been down here? [Preferably not long enough to see him letting himself go...]
--
[C: Central District | 3rd-4th]
[Of course, one of these occasions rarely goes by without Shun throwing himself into more than he should really be biting off, and at no point is it more obvious than when he's coming back from his patrols, a cracked war hammer with a head shaped like a bird's head held in one hand. He runs down walls and fences between temples and leaps between the gaps with practiced ease, keeping himself on high from ground level - but if one manages to catch a good enough glimpse of him on the way past, his hands and face are definitely splattered with blight. He is, at least, on the way back to his own temple, as anyone familiar with where it is may be able to recognise...but he's also ignoring any other blessed water sources he might pass on the way there in favour of his own, courtesy of his usual paranoia. The movement on high may just be a means of not having to encounter anyone who might be inclined to fuss over the fact that he's gone out and gotten himself blighted, even if any of his closer friends might also recognise that this is actually a lot less than he usually lets himself get covered with when he goes out to vent his frustrations on ayakashi.
It's possible to catch him around when he gets back to his temple, since it has no barrier fence, having paused to converse with his hammer with a somewhat exasperated look on his face.]
"I suppose it's better than last time"? You saw it earlier, you know it's better than last time, since all of you made such a damn fuss about it...
--
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When: February 2nd-5th
Where: Around, but mostly on his Near Shore shrine or in the vicinity of Central District.
What: Recovering from the one-two punch of losing two shinki and reliving one of the worst days of his life in dreamland with a bunch of different people. It is not a promising start to February for Shun.
[A: Nekhbet's Shrine (Near Shore) | 2nd]
[As promised on the post Shun made about Fubuki and Reisi's disappearances, Shun's shrine on the Near Shore is as open as it ever is to visitation. The location is something like a very tiny park, a short and lantern-lined path leading the way to a small house-shaped shrine that's almost buried in offerings of flowers that spill out to cover the grass below as well. Two flower arrangements stand out of the ones on the temple itself - one purple and orange, the other a darker purple and black, held on posts above the others as if marking a position of honour.
What Shun was referring to on the post, however, is the two arrangements covering the posts of the two lanterns closest to the shrine. They're both built up with gladiolus flowers (golden on the left, and pink-red on the right) and blue hydrangeas - the colours suited both of them, Shun thinks, and the meanings are appropriate. Strength of character, honour, remembrance, the appreciation of being understood. Both are also interspersed with white flowers, but those are the main things that differ about the two arrangements. The arrangement on the left is detailed with orchids, representative of refinement and maturity. The one on the right contains anemone flowers, which are...somewhat less positive. A forsaken connection, a loss, an ill omen. Perhaps resentment isn't right - or perhaps it is, Shun doesn't know what Fubuki was thinking of him at the end there - but he feels he should at least acknowledge in some way that their parting wasn't an untainted one.
Shun himself is still around, too, slowly moving through the flowers closest to the shrine, running his fingers over them. Wherever he touches, dying leaves and petals spring back into full bloom as if time had reversed on them. He won't interrupt anyone who wants a moment to themselves, but he also won't reject being approached despite the rather closed, forcibly detached look on his face.]
--
[B: Nekhbet's Temple (Central District) | 2nd-5th]
(i. day)
[If anyone would prefer to visit Shun at his temple, he can be found there too in the days after the dreaming incident. On the outside, it might not seem he's around, but getting close enough to the front door and garden will prompt Kotori to greet visitors, in one of her usual rumpled kimonos and looking uncharacteristically somewhat strained. She makes an effort to be polite in leading people into the garden, though, past the initial path flanked by pools and past Shun's tiny shrine for teleportation and through the gaps in the hedge that lead to the second part of the garden.
This area is more abundant and has a wild, yet somewhat restrained beauty about it. Large swathes of funerary flowers from traditions all over the world mingle among each other and lean over the edge of the path. Arches wrapped with roses in various colours appear intermittently along the walkway, getting closer together as the path curves towards an area that's mostly grass and pebble, a viewing area of sorts with a small amount of seating and even a stone table for working. It's here where Shun himself finally becomes visible, atop one of the square-topped rose arches. He seems to be treating it somewhat like a balance beam, dipping backwards onto his hands and then flipping himself over onto his feet again, continuing that motion until he reaches the end of the beam and then transferring it to sideways movement, exchanging between one hand and two. There's something sharply focused about his manner, an unpleasant rigidity, as if he's trying to force his attentions off something else, and his breathing is even in the way of someone keeping it in extremely tight control. His memories are with him sharper than ever today, and he dislikes it just as much as he ever does.
He pauses at noticing anyone approaching, though, letting out a faint sound of annoyance and dropping into a seated position on the arch, one leg crossed over the other and tapping somewhat impatiently as if he can't stomach sitting still right now.]
I suppose you want to talk. [For one reason or another. He sounds tired, but apparently he's willing enough despite his unsettlingly intent focus.]
(ii. night)
[Anyone who visits after darkness falls will get a very different reception...which initially appears to be none at all, honestly, the grounds empty of anything but the vultures that so love eying off any unwelcome visitors and the small and scattered stone lanterns, akin to those found in graveyards, that light up the area quite effectively. Anyone who turns their attention upwards, though, or notices the movement of glowing eyes and metallic birds through the sky far above, will be rewarded with a much more unique sight.
It's hard to tell how far up he must have been to begin with, but there's a dark figure falling through the evening sky, the metallic birds circling around him. Shun free-falls for a hundred meters, a serenity on his face that says the motion and wind on his face is as natural to him as breathing, then with precise timing, flips himself over to land on one of his mounts at the exact moment it swoops under him, but only lets it carry him for a few moments before he drops from its back again and falls unsupported for another hundred metres or two until he lands the same way, repeating the same motion.
Despite how dangerous the situation is in theory, it's only more visible as Shun gets closer to the ground how much more at ease and relaxed he is in free-fall than he usually is elsewhere. He couldn't do this last time he'd sustained this kind of loss, and he's tried to replicate it before, but there's really no way to imitate the rush and the sensation, the feeling of being airborne that has a way of settling him as nothing else can.
He just wants to forget, for even a moment or two.
He lands one last time (about ten meters above the ground) on the back of Rise Falcon, the four-winged bird with six red eyes and crawling with exhaust pipes that he's so fond of bringing out, takes it in for a moment before he rolls onto his back with a sharp breath out as if regretting that it's over. It's not until he opens his eyes again that he notices there's someone on the ground, and immediately tenses visibly...though honestly, he looks almost more self-conscious than anything.]
How long have you been down here? [Preferably not long enough to see him letting himself go...]
--
[C: Central District | 3rd-4th]
[Of course, one of these occasions rarely goes by without Shun throwing himself into more than he should really be biting off, and at no point is it more obvious than when he's coming back from his patrols, a cracked war hammer with a head shaped like a bird's head held in one hand. He runs down walls and fences between temples and leaps between the gaps with practiced ease, keeping himself on high from ground level - but if one manages to catch a good enough glimpse of him on the way past, his hands and face are definitely splattered with blight. He is, at least, on the way back to his own temple, as anyone familiar with where it is may be able to recognise...but he's also ignoring any other blessed water sources he might pass on the way there in favour of his own, courtesy of his usual paranoia. The movement on high may just be a means of not having to encounter anyone who might be inclined to fuss over the fact that he's gone out and gotten himself blighted, even if any of his closer friends might also recognise that this is actually a lot less than he usually lets himself get covered with when he goes out to vent his frustrations on ayakashi.
It's possible to catch him around when he gets back to his temple, since it has no barrier fence, having paused to converse with his hammer with a somewhat exasperated look on his face.]
"I suppose it's better than last time"? You saw it earlier, you know it's better than last time, since all of you made such a damn fuss about it...
--
[D: Wildcard]
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[Despite Shun's constant mess ups when it comes to people, and general attitude. Finally deciding that it's fine, she steps closer and offers her hand to the bird. Is it fine with pets? Do metal birds even feel pets? Who knows! She might as well offer.]
Just remember to regularly sleep, alright? And eat.
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As for Rise Falcon, when Wendy offers her hand out, it leans down slightly to look at it before leaning down far enough to put its beak in her hand range. Its had people do this before, even if it's expressing about as much confusion about it as a metal bird can express. It's a little like Shun in that regard, honestly.]
I always eat regularly. I just don't always sleep. [He has...not actually slept since the dream incident, but it's only been a few nights, so it's not really showing up just yet.]
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See, the not sleeping thing is part of the problem, Shun. I'd ask if you need help, but you'd probably say 'no', so I'll just say you need it instead.
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[The only thing that's ever remotely worked so far is staying with Ren, and he prefers not to resort to that unless he absolutely has to. There are other things that have become a bit habitual, but most of them aren't that effective.]
I don't want anyone to waste their time on something that probably won't work in the end.
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[Still patting her newest metal friend, Wendy looks over to him.]
Will you get right back to diving when I leave?
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[Mostly because he has to patrol, so he doesn't have the luxury of doing something so free all night. That's how it works with him.]
I don't give up on things easily, and that includes whatever course of action I've decided to take.
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[Shun's stubbornness is truly a thing to behold... But maybe she can at least use it to help herself out here.]
What have you been trying, anyway?
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[So basically, his attempts have ranged from tiring himself out and venting his rage, to trying to keep to himself and do something calming, to seeking out company. Only one of things ever really works, though, and he hasn't tried it just yet this time.]
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[Sure, people might get the mistaken impression that Shun is a calm type... but Wendy is pretty sure that he's just a spring waiting to catapult into someone's face sometimes.]
I'm not going to ask what you and Ren do, because I'm sure it's gross.
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He gives a faint snort at her remark on him and Ren.] I doubt it's what you're thinking.
[...For better or worse. They have a wide range of ways to cope with that sort of thing.]
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[Shun is so private when it concerns that kind of thing, after all, so she knows better than to really press on it. At least, she knows better than to press with Shun. Ren might be more inclined to talk about it, maybe. For now, she continues to absentminedly pet his metal bird.]
...Well. Hopefully you don't do anything stupid while you're sleep deprived.
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[It is a private matter, and while Shun agrees that he's definitely not going to talk about it, it doesn't make sense to him for someone else to linger on it either.
As for the notion of doing something stupid, he gives a dismissive sound through his teeth.] That's unlikely. People keep fussing whenever I do anything even close to dangerous when I'm sleep deprived.
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[That sure is a level of deadpan sarcastic, all served on a silver platter for him. Experimentally, she squishes her hands against the sides of Rise Falcon's face.]
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[Ugh, wait- Groaning quietly to herself, she drags her hands down her face. It's late, and this is stupid.]
Nevermind. I wanted to check on if there was anything I could do to help you out, not get into another argument with you. It keeps happening a lot recent, and not in the fun way.
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[In a dream, probably, but...]
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[Wendy sighs, shaking her head.]
At any rate... You know where to find me if you think I can help at all. Alright?
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[Because like hell is he ever approaching Hibiki's temple if he genuinely needs Wendy's help with something.]
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[If anyone is going to die of overexertion or possibly stress, then she has no doubt that it's going to be Shun. With one last sigh, she pairs it off with another pat to the bird before stepping away.]
Don't let any inevitable injuries linger for too long doing whatever reckless things you decide to do, got it?
[Harassing him like this is the best she can do, she suspects, since she can't actually force him to do anything, and trying would just make him dig his heels in further. So, with that last bit of advice, she turns to take her leave.]
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[It's also a case of not really making promises he can't keep here, because even when he does get injured he tends to force himself back on duty as soon as he can manage it. Nonetheless, he inclines his head slightly as she turns to leave.]