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Zhao Yunlan ([personal profile] wildguardian) wrote in [community profile] thenearshore2018-10-29 10:46 am

Curiosity killed the... [open]

Who: Zhao Yunlan & OPEN
When: The second week of February
Where: Far Shore - the library, near Ebisu's temple, the Western District; Near Shore - the ruins of a burned-out department store
What: Exploring, unwisely.

Library

[Zhao Yunlan is becoming a regular sight at a corner table in the library; he's accumulating a stack of books, filling them with bookmarks, taking copious notes in a cheap black notebook, swearing at them and not putting them away again when he leaves.

Research! He hates it. He needs an assistant who will do it for him, but in the absence of that helpful whoever, he's stuck hitting the books himself. It's going to age him posthumously.

Hopefully, no one minds the fact that a largely useless pile of books keeps being renewed on the corner table, and filled with paper scrap bookmarks that have to be removed before they're put away.]


Ebisu's temple

[Since he's died young regardless, Zhao is seriously considering switching from lollipops to cigarettes. There's something enticing about the smell of burning tobacco, and, besides, importantly: smokers can take smoke breaks. As a non-smoker, he's having to find some other excuse to sneak outside and see the sun every once in a while during his workday.

His excuse today is picking flowers. He doesn't recognize the flowers sprouting from the grayish soil clinging to cracks in the temple's modern-looking concrete courtyard, but they're bright, colorful, and have a non-zero chance of brightening the day of the poor white-collar workers typing their fingers to the bone on either side of his temp desk. Fresh flowers, an important part of office feng shui: or something like that.

(He's considering bringing in a houseplant. Those also make great excuses to take a break.)

He nips off the stem of a bright red daisy-looking thing, considers it, and turns with a shameless grin. Whoops, there's somebody, has he been caught skiving off?]


Here! It goes with your eyes.

Western District

[It's late on the night of the 12th, and Zhao had been working his way back home to Bakugou's place after a long day doing accounting and a few drinks out afterwards, except, annoyingly, his stomach is killing him. All right, so he'd skipped breakfast, and lunch, and dinner, and: all right, the last time he ate something was yesterday when Bakugou'd made breakfast. But it's not like he ever gets more or less hungry no matter what he eats! He'd thought it was no big deal.

Apparently even dead men can get heartburn from strong liquor on an empty stomach, he reflects, and slumps down onto a comfortable rock at the edge of the road, indulging his solitude with a wince as he bends over and puts his head on his knees.

This is really embarrassing. He'll just give it a few minutes, and once he feels a bit better, he'll just drag himself back home to bed....]


Department Store

[Mysteries abound. These mysteries, though, don't look like they're going to be solved anytime soon. Zhao ducks under plastic disaster cleanup sheeting and looks around the dripping, ice-cold, smoke-blackened floor of the unlucky department store, and shakes his head. Any clues that might've once been here are long since gone. If the fire hadn't gotten them, the months of abandonment and subsequent investigation would've.

Maybe he can sneak in and pull the investigation files somehow. Shinki do tend to go unnoticed, so he's willing to bet he can shadow a cop into any police office he wants. Getting keys to get into their files might be a little trickier, of course....

Sighing, he turns to go, just in time to spot a pale, whitish, sheet-like thing that's not plastic lashing out towards his ankle across the debris-strewn concrete floor.

With a shout, he jumps back, landing in a puddle. Filthy water splashes everywhere, and the sheet rears up like it's been possessed by a cobra, striking out at him again. The edge of it brushes his hand as he scrambles out of the way, raising an instant, aching, purplish welt.

Well, fuck. He's just found his first ayakashi all on his own, he realizes, turns, and bolts for the stairs with a possessed sheet in hot pursuit.

This is making a lot of noise.

Hopefully someone's passing by.

Help?]
cloakedinruins: (still mild human)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-01 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Don't ever lose that conviction.

[ He nodded at the words, but also heard what he wasn't saying. He could see it in the way Zhao Yunlan's moved, the tenseness in his shoulders, the lines around his eyes. That maybe maybe, even with the threat of becoming an ayakashi, he might just once know peace.

Shen Wei could tell him about the city they were living in, about the people that where there and the work that they did. He could tell him about how they had loved, of the time he spent in the past as Kunlun, about the time he spent courting Shen Wei without even knowing that each word and look was a scrape of a knife against a weeping wound. Of staring across a ruined floor, the mad eyes of his brother staring out from under hair bleached white, of hearing him yell and curse and that moment when he jumped between the blasts to let it hit him.

Of after, when he laid in the bright blood from his heart while Zhao Yunlan tried to push it all back into him.

These were things he couldn't say, but he still was able to speak of general things, of himself. He won't mention Zhao Yunlan, or the others by name, but maybe give him something else, and when he looked up to say a little, that maybe they at least shared a nationality due to their names, and sees him lean forward. He rests a hand on his shoulder, and the smile on his face might be a little weak, but the warmth in his eyes was still the same. ]


I would like that.

[ Maybe he was greedy despite his worries, but Shen Wei reached up to lay his hand on Yunlan's, his skin cooler to the touch than what was normal for a human's. ]

Yes. Let's be friends.
cloakedinruins: (a = b)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-01 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't let his hand linger even though his fingers had closed on Yunlan's for one brief moment. Retreating back a little on his chair to give them a more professional space, he still was smiling a little. There were many things that Shen Wei should not be doing with Zhao Yunlan, but at least having a little contact and friendship with him would be fine, right?

Oh yes, back to the questions he had been looking up answers for. He cleared his throat and glanced at the book he had opened earlier. ]


A lot of this doesn't add up if you are looking primarily at it as individual actions. Which means that we should look on this as not three individual problems but one affecting an entire system or entity.

[ Glancing at his notes, he judged the ink was dry enough and flips the notebook to the next page, re-inked his brush and starts to write in eerily precise simplified Chinese. ]

So, this system has been going on for little over a year or two according to one god I spoke to. [ He wrote the time and the god's name, making a quick, odd symbol next to that almost like an English D. ] Before that, they had an established system of renewal that had been working for them for years. [ The next symbol brought to mind that of an English F with a tail. ] They have a rule of thumb for shinki being brought forth from the dead souls that come to this place. [ Third symbol was a strange merger between the English a and a s. ] But then an imbalance must have started to grow as the demises of the gods and shinki outstrip the original system.
cloakedinruins: (look regular human)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-02 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
If they came back as children, then there wouldn't be a need for new people replacing them.

[ He tapped his brush handle against the paper and spun it around to freshen the ink on the tip. He was going to add another point when Zhao Yunlan reached over to tap near his third point. A drop of ink fell onto the paper and he blinked for a moment, and looked down at the symbols among the Chinese. ]

Ah... something from my childhood.

[ He quickly blotted the ink drop off the paper with a scrap of paper and then smoothly draw a character that looked vaguely like two linked os with tails. After that he wrote what Yunlan said about the gods coming back as children, with a note about shinki sometimes switching who they are working for. ]

How many of the old gods are still here? Do we know that number?
cloakedinruins: (but i'm boring)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-02 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
We can't theorize about that yet since we haven't been around long enough to see it in action. Do you know any old god that has been born again?

[ Another symbol, this one a backwards 3 with one extra swirl and a dot at the end of the tail. ]

The number of shinki seems to be almost stable, but their numbers are far smaller than the amount of gods, especially the new gods like myself. With the appearance of new gods like me, the soulless have been appearing as well. Do these correlate with the amount of deaths in the old gods?

[ He spins the brush around his fingers, tapping the third point with the handle. ] This is if we are using the old gods as a reference point, but if we take them out and just focus on the newer ones, what do they have in common? Besides being people pulled to fill the spots?
cloakedinruins: (but y)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-02 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
So he can be a source to ask questions about this, if he is willing to answer. I'm not sure if he would be.

[ He wrote Ebisu's name by that point, adding a backwards F with a line crossing over it. ] We also do not know if that is something that is special to just him as well. Each god here has a power they are granted on top of whatever skill they may have had in life.

[ Next came a T with two lines interconnecting to the top bar and crossing through the body. ] The white-robed shinki are ones attached to either the old gods in the East, which does not seem accessible to the new gods like myself, at least, not without an appointment. They seem to treat any of the newcomers as a necessity but dirty chore they have to deal with.

Have anyone met any of the gods in the East?
Edited 2018-11-02 03:00 (UTC)
cloakedinruins: (how do you)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-02 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yes... Something like that would need a delicate touch.

[ The next one looked like an 8 laying on its side with a hook at the top of the right side circle. He wrote Amaterasu next to it before leaning over to look at Yunlan's phone, frowning as he read the comments. ]

So she doesn't seem aware of what is causing us to appear and take these new gods' spots, or at least that's what she says. There can be a number of reasons why, including an attempt at deflection, or an old rule that they've forgotten. There is no telling if their rebirth to a child's body affects their memories over time since we are new here.

[ He was over ten thousand years old, and while his memory was good, he knows he forgets bits and pieces of the past. Like the symbols he was drawing among the Chinese, pieces of a past lost to those younger than him. Some of the older scrolls were written in a version of this tongue, but the younger Dixing people only knew the Haixing language now. ]

I wonder... if we're a mutation.
cloakedinruins: (he looked at me)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-02 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, then it might be an old rule or something they aren't seeing. [ He added a note in a series of odd characters similar to those heading each point, and linked it around the sideways 8. ] If she didn't leave a note about what might happen, then there is a good possibility she doesn't know.

[ He tapped what he wrote down so far, his long fingers moving down the points even though he wasn't really seeing them. He was doing what he often did, connecting things in a way to see if a pattern came out from the chaos. Inside a pattern, would be a truth and from there it should lead to a better understanding. So far, this was still turning out to be mere speculation, but it was still fun.

He missed this after all. ]


Not exactly. I... [ He stopped and looked at Zhao Yunlan as he unwrapped and stuck that lollipop in his mouth. He could feel the tips of his ears burning as he he had a visual reminder of just how wicked that mouth could be and immediately looked back at his notes. ]

I know of a few instances where mutations happened rapidly in organisms in order to protect against sudden imbalances. Though I believe most of the adaptation is through the build up of antibodies inside the blood stream. There is also the mitochondria DNA and it's effect on the cell structure.
cloakedinruins: (i'm boring)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-02 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Society is an organism. People are the parts to the society, the buildings and vehicles are the underlying backbones and how they interconnect is how the organism thrives r die.

[ How many people referred to a business or a group of people as a well-oiled machine? This place may be a spiritual haven, but it was set up to work in a certain way. That it was falling meant something was wrong in the machine. ]

Gods are the blood cells of the flow of faith. They handle the prayers and deal with this flow of energy and make sure that the system is kept flowing. Then you have the shinki who guard the gods like the white blood cells guard against foreign objects that may harm the gods.

[ He swallows hard, not daring to look up knowing that Yunlan was doing that thing with his lollipop. He knew his blush was moving down and he wished he had a way to make it go away. ]

A sudden upswing of an invading force and a decline of the white cells would mean a surge in proto-cells or antibodies to help against the invasion. So these soulless and is is the answer to trying to fighting off these invasions.
cloakedinruins: (so boring)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-03 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
That's because we are imperfect, a hastily built response to an highly aggressive predator. The source building this hasn't found the right ratio yet, that's all.

[ He pursed his lips at the idea of an allergic reaction, tapping his brush a couple times before writing out a new line, a symbol looking like a collapsed H heading it. ]

That might be possible. Allergens occur when the defense system is hyper-alert but has nothing to attack, so it just builds and builds, resulting in strange attacks on the body. There is nothing there for them to attack, but they build up anyways, and attack perfectly healthy parts in response.
cloakedinruins: (a = b)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-03 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
We are both new to this place and I think we are operating with a small understanding of how this works. So it's hard to make a conclusive theory to cover everything.

{ It had only been maybe a week for him? Maybe under a month for Zhao Yunlan? Sure they had talked to people but they haven't really gotten any solid leads. So all of this was speculation and two people walking through lines of logic from the evidence that they do have. ]

But is that a person? Or is that the magic of this place?
cloakedinruins: (i'm boring)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
But this is still a start. It could change into a different theory, but at least it's a start.

[ He nodded to himself and set his brush down. Flinging out his hand in that imperial gesture again, a small bottle of water, a paper cup and a rag dropped into his hand. Pouring some water into the cup, he started cleaning his brush. ]

That is true, but will the changes be something we can see here? Or will the changes be something kept contained inside the Eastern Districts? There is also the granting of a magic or skill to the new gods like ourselves. Some haven't had any such skills themselves until now, while those with skills have something new. Is that a part of being a god or is it something more?
cloakedinruins: (but no?)

[personal profile] cloakedinruins 2018-11-03 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Me? I have no reason to knock down anyone's doors.

[ Trying to affect the image of a scholar must not be working. Either that or he just so happened to show off more powers than he should, and as he thought that, he remembered the fetching of his writing tools. The blush which had been fading away was starting up again, but this time from embarrassment. Shen Wei cleared his throat, ducking his head while busying himself with brush cleaning. ]

I'm just a normal biology professor, not some fighter.

[ Does Zhao Yunlan believe that? He knew now that Zhao Yunlan never really believed it even when they had first met. But that was someone who knew about all the crazy stuff from Dixing and who was looking into odd deaths around him. But no, that would be dismissing that wonderful intellect hidden within that casually warm smile and provocative glances.

He finished and set the brush down before twisting his hand, sending everything but the notepad back before looking up again. Zhao Yunlan asking an innocent question may have a lot of meanings under it. Shen Wei exhaled slowly and shook his head. ]


I'm not sure what I might have gotten yet, but I've been able to fetch small objects for a while. [ Fetch small objects, close doors, shut windows, and move bigger things, like people and vehicles. ] It's not something I show to a lot of people.

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