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Who: Ebisu, Aomi, and various out-temple workers
What: Time for a relaxing trip to Kanagawa, before the next thing blows up.
Where: Kanagawa
When: Sometime after that compound mess

Kanagawa Prefecture has a lot of good points. There's an opening to the ocean, a lake for touring, beautiful views of Mt. Fuji wherever you look, and all sorts of interesting museums or temples. Aomi, the organizer of this little trip, agrees for everyone to meet at Iiyama Kannon an hour or two before noon. An easy famous place that people hopefully won't get lost going to, and all. Until then, well, people are free to go wherever they like. They don't even have to stay in Atsugi, where the meeting area is supposed to be. There are beaches not that far off, zoos to enjoy various animals, parks where carefully cultivated flowers are in gleeful bloom, a bustling Chinatown, and even the little island of Enoshima.

When the time comes to meet up, however, Aomi can be found alongside Ebisu with a bulging backpack and he does a quick headcount to make sure everyone is there before continuing on. The ultimate destination isn't any of the many tourist attractions in Kanagawa, but rather he leads away from the cities and towards the forests of the prefecture. Aomi would have made sure to remind everyone that morning over text to wear hiking boots.... so hopefully they all remember to do that, because the path chosen is one that has no actual path at all. Hopefully no one gets hurt, although it shouldn't be too hard.

What's the destination? That much becomes obvious once they hit some more even land, where a small stone monument has been placed at the base of a fully blossoming Japanese wisteria. Here, Aomi will let everyone know it's fine to take a break, and settle down. It's here that he'll help spread out some various picnic blankets and begin unpacking from his enormous backpack. He's been courteous enough to pack lunch for just about everyone, and a good variety in case any one dish doesn't suit someone. There's delectably spicy yokosuka curry, juicy shirokoro horumon, rare to get shonan pork sausages, and a variety of sushi that takes full advantage of being from a seaside prefecture. Everyone is free to relax beneath the wisteria blossoms and enjoy the view peeking out from the trees.

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Ebisu bats his food around on his plate, struggling for a moment to pick up a piece. Only when he finally manages to be victorious does he look back up at her again. "Does it bother you?" he asks simply before taking a bite. That's what's ultimately the most important thing, after all... At least to him.

There's an inclination to help him, but he'll never master eating on his own otherwise. Does it bother her? Ginia mulls on the question as she eats. Before in Caster's service, she felt restricted, wanting to protect and help others but unable to. Now she has the freedom to choose but has found herself restricted by a schedule of her own making and out of a desire to help her temple stay afloat.

She can't not stand aside and not help. That much Ginia recognizes about herself. There's no sacrifice too great when it comes to keeping the ones she cares about safe.

"Before I left his temple, Caster asked how could I protect one god if I was busy serving another. I know the answer to that is I can't. There are times I'll have to choose one god over the other. What I have to is trust everyone else will keep them safe."

Ginia looks at Chris's name on the back of her left hand. It's the most visible name she's had through all of her gods. Chris is also the god she introduces herself by in public. It's been a decision to keep her affiliation with Ebisu discreet, though that isn't fair too. Not with how much he and the Mi clan mean to her.

"I still wonder if I could be doing better by Chris though. I know she understands how busy I am. I know she doesn't hold it against me. But if I'm barely there for her, isn't asking Tsubasa for a name irresponsible?"

As the last of her message plays, Ginia turns to Aomi and bows to him, hammering out another message.

"Sorry for making this about me."

Almost immediately, Aomi is gently waving away the concerns and shaking his head. "It's perfectly fine. If there's any better place to think about this sort of thing, then it's certainly here." Very briefly, he smiles to the monument. "This is where I questioned myself a lot on where I wanted to go after she disappeared, and what it meant to be loyal. The incarnation of the young master also spoke with me here, along with Iwami-san. I'm not sure how much it would help, but..."

A pause as he takes in Ebisu's expectant stare, and he huffs out a slight huff of a laugh.

"I could tell you more about that, if you think it might help you figure out your own problems. The situations are different, of course, but..."

"I'd love to hear more."

The wisdom and experiences of other shinki are always welcome, even if not entirely applicable. Loyalty balanced with her own happiness has always been a struggle. The easiest answer is to ask for Chris to release her and focus entirely on serving Ebisu, but it's not the answer that feels right. She is Chris's exemplar (though she barely feels like it), but more importantly she is Chris's friend.

With all the times she's asked a god to release her, it's wearing on her too.

"I also want to hear," Ebisu says encouragingly, with no attempt to hide his own curiosity and in fact even more bolder than he was before.

Aomi chuckles. "Yes, yes, young master. Well then..." Making himself a little more comfortable, he takes a drink of some green tea out of a canteen to prepare his throat for a lot of talking. "When my god first vanished... I stayed in this area for a long time. I wasn't particularly counting the days, so I'm not sure how long it was. I didn't have to eat as much, and I could get away without sleeping a lot either, which helped to some degree." Not ideal, but it did help. "As far as I knew, I had nowhere else to go. A god disappearing doesn't mean that the name they bestowed would as well, at least in my time. No matter what I could say to other temples, they would still be helping to create and keep a nora. That would be unacceptable to their ideas and reputation. And I suppose..." He trails off for a moment, glancing over to the monument.

"I didn't want to leave. It wasn't only other temples that would have seen me as disloyal."

Shaking his head, he takes a break for another bite of sushi. "Still, that did leave a lot of ayakashi around that I couldn't rend, and vents that would occasionally open. It was quite a problem as things built up. Yet one day, as I was moving throughout the area, I saw a merchant caravan traveling." This time, his smile is directed down to his god. "And they had prayed to the venerable Ebisu-sama to keep them safe on their journeys."

Ginia's food is mostly forgotten as she listens patient and attentive, but with barely restrained curiosity too. All the gods she has lost have all been her own doing, though a day more, would she have woken up in an empty lot with nothing but the clothes on her back, her phone, and a single white flower? Would she have still gone to Caster's or would she have sheltered at the shinki sanctuary? It's an untold possibility.

The shinki of the new generation don't realize how lucky they are to lose the name when their god disappears. Or is it really luck? No doubt their generation would be more forgiving on the matter of nora and a few shinki would probably prefer keeping the name. With how quickly gods come and go, is there anyone that wouldn't be a nora? The ones that have had the same god from the start are far and few in between.

Her fingers run over Chris's name on her skin. It feels inevitable Chris will one day leave. She has her life back home, her friends there too. Perhaps it'll be soon, perhaps it'll be in a century. Perhaps she'll be able to visit, but if not, her name (and any other new god who has named her by then) will disappear.

She'd miss Chris. That much is certain. It's a very slight fraction of what Aomi felt, but Ginia understands why he stayed in the area despite the danger. Again, it speaks to his character.

"How old was he then?" Ginia glances at Ebisu. Given Aomi's vessel form is meant to fit someone much taller, she has a hunch he wasn't so freshly reincarnated then.

"Oh, he was properly grown at the time." Aomi smiles a little, putting down his drink so that he can roughly make a gesture at his own approximate height. It doesn't mean much when they're all sitting down, but it should get the point across. "Perhaps around Kiwami's 'age', as much as it can be called that?" In other words, somewhere in his thirties, possibly, or at least on a shallow surface level. Even by that point, he was a well established god as far as Aomi could tell.

"Even if I couldn't get rid of the ayakashi in the area on my own, I thought the very least I could do was warn others of the problem so that they wouldn't have to deal with a surprise attack. Even if a god of merchants didn't rend them, then certainly he'd tell other temples of the problem, and at least not get too badly hurt. That was my logic at the time. Of course, after he'd taken the proper precautions and prepared himself, then Ebisu-sama insisted on meeting my god to thank us properly." A soft laughter rustles out of him. "Even though he's always been very different from other gods, the master has always been very proper just as much. Well, I couldn't do much else- I brought him up here." He nods slightly to the monument.

"The remains were visible back then, instead of buried under all the mud. I'm not sure what I was really expecting, besides perhaps some sympathy from him or Iwami-san... But, in what I was to learn was to be a long trend, he ended up offering me work right here and then."

Ebisu beams. He remembers and regrets nothing.

A core of a god is unchanging. Ebisu's actions centuries ago are completely unsurprising. He will always be good and principled in that regard. Though their circumstances were quite different, Ebisu was very quick to name her on the volcano. Had she not brought it up herself, would he have offered a place?

Ginia pats Ebisu fondly on the head as she types her message. It's not only Ebisu, but Aomi too. Not everyone would have considered warning others in the area. It's entirely unsurprising Aomi did. Everyone in the Mi Clan is a good person.

"I suspect you didn't immediately accept."

"Well, back then, I was as narrow minded as anyone else was." Aomi's smile is a little wry, if only for a brief second. "I thought it would be an insult, both to myself and to my god, even if she was no longer there. Besides, back then, before I came to know him properly, I thought that Ebisu-sama simply wanted to use me for something uncouth, because why else would anyone want to use a nora if not to do something that they wouldn't dirty their own shinki with?" He laughs a little into his thermos. "Well, I guess that only counts if the god in question doesn't have the majority of his shinki as nora to start with."

Established common sense starts to fall apart around Ebisu, as it turns out.

With his throat cleared again, he shifts a little bit before continuing. "Well, I did say all of that, although as politely as I could manage at the time. He was a God of Fortune, after all, and I was a shinki without a god myself. He didn't take any offense, however. Instead, he just asked me two questions.

"The first was if I was really happy where I was, all alone. The second was if she would have been happy to see me in the state that I was in, struggling and in danger." His shoulders rise up in a faint shrug as he chuckles. "And then he said that they'd be leaving the next morning if I changed my mind before leaving it at that."

Ginia has heard of some of the stigmas surrounding nora from her coworkers. That nora are for gods to use to avoid dirtying their shinki is the most frustrating example. Heaven's system ultimately favors gods. But she can still understand why Aomi once had the views he had with no other views to challenge it. Change comes slowly in Heaven and Ebisu is one of the few outliers.

Their circumstances are different, but Ebisu's question is still pertinent. Ginia is happy where she is, she knows Chris wouldn't want her unhappy, but there's the feeling she needs to think on it some more. Forcing things to work is not the same as things actually working.

"Did you change your mind by the morning or did it take more time?"

"Well, it's not as if I had many other things to do." His mouth is curled into a smile around his maki roll as he takes another bite. His eyes go drawn out to down the cliff, and all the nature that still remains in this area. "Back then, it was only myself and the ruins of her shrine. All I could really do was sit here and think on what he had said." For a moment, Aomi falls silent, lost in the memory. It was a long time ago, but not all memories fade so easily even after so many years.

"...In the end, for her memory, I decided to keep on living as well as I could. If I died, then who would remember at all? That was the most important thing to me back then. If I didn't take this chance, then I might not get another one. So, that morning, I left. That was the last time I wore the outfit of a miko, but I can't say that I regret anything since then."

Move forward. It's sometimes all you can do, hard as it is. Don't get mired in regrets and failure, keep moving forward because things will improve. It's the lesson all shinki need, will probably face in some way or another. Ginia looks up at the tree blooming above them, to the worn stone monument, and back to Aomi with a light smile.

"I'm happy you have no regrets. Thank you for telling me. What was her name?"

Shinki cannot bring back dead gods, but one more person remembering the past to carry into the future never hurt.

Her smile is returned, almost gratefully. "Gimochi. I'm glad I had the first opportunity in some while to introduce more people to her resting space. " Besides him, Ebisu gives a pleased nod of his own.

"Everyone else also seems glad to have come along with this journey and treat themselves, so it seems to have worked to everyone's advantage. Liveliness is a much better sight to see than somberness." He falls silent as Kimi reaches over to clean his mouth again.

"Anyway, I hope my own tale was of some use," he says while he cleans up. "What makes you happy, and what would the people around you wish for your own health and joy? They're things I try to think of, now and again. If you need to hear other people's stories, or get further advice, then I would recommend speaking to Unmi-san the next time you get to see him or work alongside him. I know his process of leaving his god was much more extended than my own was. That might be more relevant to you."

"I agree everyone is enjoying themselves. It's very much needed, thank you. I'd like to come back with you next year, if you don't mind." If she's still around is the implicit statement, but maybe holding onto hope for another year will make it happen. It's a tether she can stubbornly hammer in and cling onto if nothing else. That among other things.

"It's something to think on. I suppose I've always had trouble deciding whether my own happiness was worth anything against duty." Duty and happiness are a little less separated these days, but they're still in slight conflict too given the question that began all of this. Time and conversation will solve things though. For now, she should trust in Chris when she says things are fine.

The mention of Unmi brings a tiny, amused smile back. She's heard her share of stories about past gods and how they joined the temple from other coworkers and she's always wondered a little about the shinki closest to Ebisu.

"I'll have to do that. You know, of the five of you, I've always wondered who joined gracefully and who was a complete disaster. I figured you were one of the more level ones, but also wouldn't have been surprised if you flounced on a god."

Ginia pauses before adding on,

"By any chance did Kimi also spill the full circumstances of my naming?"

"I don't mind, so long as we make sure that our work doesn't suffer." Even Aomi, for this year around, had to scramble a little bit to not interfere too much with anyone else. He's lucky that there were tasks he could do around this area outside of the temple. "It's better to carry some people along with me here anyway. I think that's what she would have liked." He finishes off his lunch with that, and takes to slowly sipping and enjoying his drink.

...Which is a problem when she says that, and he almost chokes a little bit on his green tea, needing one hand to rise up to his mouth. Ebisu laughs, although not too rowdy. "Because still waters run deep, or something like that, right?"

"Do I really seem that way..." Just a little bit of a blush is burning at Aomi's ears as he dabs at his mouth before his gaze flickers up to her. "Ah... Well, he did speak to me about it... But I don't think he was too specific with anyone else."

Exactly! Ginia confirms Ebisu's statement with a firm nod. There's the feeling if he'd been treated poorly by a god and couldn't resolve things peacefully he would have walked out. At least he's not one of the ones Ginia would not be surprised to hear punched his god on the way out? That distinction goes to Kiwami or Takami.

"I like and respect you and also suspect you could ruin my day in the most polite way possible were you given reason to." So yes, Aomi, you do. Ginia pouts a little when Aomi mentions Kimi told him. All she can really hope is he didn't make it sound like too much of a disaster, but there's no avoiding what it was too.

"You two seem close. Have you always been friends?"

"That... makes me sound so intimidating..." His face sinks into his hands, the burning red of his skin still visible where his fingers can't hide. Ebisu is just smiling, casually amused even as he gently pats his shinki's arm. There, there. It takes a moment for Aomi to peek out again, still a little warm but trying to regain his composure.

"Anyway... I was the one Ebisu-sama asked to show him around and to his room when he first joined the temple, so he always went looking for me at the start. He's still a lot younger than me, but we've been close since then."

The quiet, calm ones are always the most intimidating, but it's out of respect. Ginia eats as he composes himself and answers, a hundred questions about Kimi coming to mind. But it's a little unfair asking someone else about him when she should ask him directly. It's not like Kimi wouldn't answer truthfully and she'd accept if there was anything he didn't want to talk about.

There is a question she's been wondering about for a real long time and studying Aomi, there's a lot that makes sense in hindsight.

"How long did it take for him to ask you out?"

If her guess is wrong, they can laugh it off. If she's right, she has her answer.

There's something almost cruel in letting him ease up, only to shoot at him with that question. This time, the blush hits even harder than before with a burning red that could put hot coals to shame. For a second, it even seems as if he might get up and just leave, even if it's only to hide behind a tree... Before he takes in that there are in fact a group of people up here, and he forces himself to just stay where he is. That doesn't stop Aomi from practically curling up, hiding his face in his hands again. There's a muffled "Oh my god."

"I'm here," Ebisu pipes up.

"Not you, young master."

That sure answers that. Ginia solemnly swears to herself to never let Aomi know she heard about the time Ebisu walked in him on and Kimi as she watches Aomi curl in on himself. The fact him and Kimi still seem close is a sign things didn't end disastrously (or if it did, they've nicely patched things up). She still can't help but wonder how or why things ended.

"Sorry, is that a sore subject?"

"No, it's just..." Fruitlessly, he rubs at his own face, trying to get his words together. Ebisu at least doesn't seem bothered, so nothing negative must be reaching through the bond. If anything, he just smiles some more.

"He's embarrassed."

"Young master..." Straightening up a little bit, Aomi peers over where his hands are still pressed up against his mouth and nose. "It's not a sore subject. Merely... Well. It's somewhat awkward to have the current paramour of my ex ask me that out of the blue. I certainly wasn't expecting it." He sighs a little bit, still red. "I didn't think anyone actually talked about that time, after this many years..."

There's a very slight nose wrinkle at the choice of 'paramour.' Really, it makes it sound so clandestine and illicit, as if they're skipping work to have a debaucherous rendezvous somewhere. Between that and Chris immediately asking if she was a femme fatale after fake-dating one person, Ginia wonders if that's the kind of impression she gives.

"Blame Kimi, he brought up he dated someone in the temple, but didn't say who." Given Kimi's personality, the way the two act around each other, and the fact Aomi had been Kimi's go-to, it all makes sense. That Kimi was her go-to after joining the temple makes it an interesting sort of parallel.

"Does it bother you I'm dating him?"

"Not at all. I mean, we did break up-" But then Aomi cuts himself off, realizing something, and straightens up a little bit. "Actually before we go further into that, how did he bring up dating me?" It's not really a question which hints at tentative concern or interest. Rather, it's almost one of wary dread.

He has his suspicions, worst case scenario as they are.

Its not as if Ginia would have broken up with Kimi if Aomi wasn't okay with their relationship, but she wants to be mindful of others. They're all busy enough it's easy avoiding people if needed. She'd also rather not have to. It's a slight relief Aomi doesn't mind.

Ginia buys a second to think as she eats, searching for the most honest and innocent answer of what she knows. Even if she was willing to tell him she knows about Kimi's affinity for being pinned, she's not saying in front of Ebisu.

"I was overthinking, he was helping me relax and mentioned he dated someone prior."

True enough. Hopefully it'll do.

"So it was just that..." There's something about the tone of his voice that says he isn't entirely certain if that's reassuring or not... most likely because he does know Kimi and can suspect what he said to help make someone relax. Still, like her, he can't exactly say anything in front of...

"See, isn't that nice?" Ebisu pats his arm. "It's good that you're all getting along with one another."

Aomi rubs at his face, which does positively nothing in getting rid of the still vivid blush there. "Well, if you have anything else you want to know about him from then, let me know... I really don't mind. Besides..." He sighs. "Our temple is full of more gossip on that end anyway..."

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