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thenearshore2016-09-03 01:13 am
slantedcross) wrote in thenearshore2016-09-03 01:13 am
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[closed] see you next fall
Who: Youji and Kija
What: Meet the new boss. Definitely not as pretty as the old boss.
When: Apr. 21
Where: Hedone's Temple
Warnings: TBD.
So Youji was barely awake. He considered it rather heroic of himself to try and walk into the main dome of the temple. After all, he could have stayed in bed, but he had a feeling that Omi would find out if he did that too much. Worse, Omi would care.
The vaguest of thought of do something, perhaps was trying to crawl its away across his brain when his foot caught. Something there, in the dark, on his floor-- he had just enough time to smother his surprised yell, but not correct his balance, and the resounding thud he made when his funny bone slammed into the floor mosaic...
Ow. Pain was more effective than caffeine. And he saw, too, a young white-haired man dying of exhaustion...
He groaned and forced himself up on his elbows, guessing this was a shinki.
"Usually, I only let ladies leave their clothes on my floor," he said dryly.
Better hope he didn't crack any tiles.
What: Meet the new boss. Definitely not as pretty as the old boss.
When: Apr. 21
Where: Hedone's Temple
Warnings: TBD.
So Youji was barely awake. He considered it rather heroic of himself to try and walk into the main dome of the temple. After all, he could have stayed in bed, but he had a feeling that Omi would find out if he did that too much. Worse, Omi would care.
The vaguest of thought of do something, perhaps was trying to crawl its away across his brain when his foot caught. Something there, in the dark, on his floor-- he had just enough time to smother his surprised yell, but not correct his balance, and the resounding thud he made when his funny bone slammed into the floor mosaic...
Ow. Pain was more effective than caffeine. And he saw, too, a young white-haired man dying of exhaustion...
He groaned and forced himself up on his elbows, guessing this was a shinki.
"Usually, I only let ladies leave their clothes on my floor," he said dryly.
Better hope he didn't crack any tiles.
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Good first impression. He sits up, sore from apparently sleeping on tile floor, but immediately sets to hovering his hands over the fallen man with obvious concern. What has he done...!
"Please excuse me! I was not intending to be... here." Wherever 'here' is. "Had I known you were passing through this way, I would not have laid on the floor...?"
Not that he intended to wake up on the floor, but here they are. There is a pause, then, "What do you mean, ladies leave their clothes on the floor? That's unsanitary."
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"If you don't understand it, I can't explain it to you," he settled on. Drawing himself to a sitting position really was about all he could manage, and-- oh, hand. The hell was up with that.
"I wasn't intending you to be here, either, I assure you," he said, feeling it needed to be said and not wanting this shinki person to think he was kidnapped or something. He did seem... largely calm?
How'd they explain this stupid stuff to him?
"I think I know why you're here, though." And he was too sober to explain it if he didn't. "Do you?"
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Too much of what this man is saying is vague, and Kija can't say he approves. That frown persists, even after he's assured he wasn't kidnapped or anything. He knows what's going on here— Jae-Ha awoke immediately in the temple of his new god, so he has enough reference to make an accurate guess. Why it took an extra few days for the same to happen to him, he's unsure...
Maybe because this man doesn't want to say anything for certain!
"Of course I do, I am not ignorant," he says, sitting back and crossing his arms over his chest. It's been a long few days to have to take attitude, even if it is from a god. "So, do what it is you must do now, before too much time is wasted."
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...actually. There it was. That was benevolent, right, let the poor kid (he just looks like a kid, awful young to be dead) have some sort of control over his fate? Youji sure as hell would have liked that when he was Kija's age. Probably some pretty girl missed him; he'd known a few that would have enjoyed that little bit of haughty pride that crept into his demeanor.
"If you've got any input on it, make it known now, would you," Youji says. "I'm really too sober to think up something worth thinking up," he adds, fumbling in his pocket for cigarettes and a lighter.
"At this point, you probably know more about the damn thing than I do."
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But as it turns out, he does have input on his name— his new name. First, "Now is not the time to be smoking. Please take the situation more seriously."
It's an honest request, for all he says it with disapproval. Please take it seriously? Hmm.
"That said," he goes on, "I will not permit the use of any character that can be read as 'white.' Aside from that, you may call me whatever you wish." There, that takes care of the most obvious thing about him besides the hand - he will do his best with this new god, but he won't be called the same thing Yona called him by anyone else. Go wild, new god.
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"No, I think this is the perfect time for it," he says. And he will light the cigarette. Watch him.
That being said, he doesn't smoke yet. They can meet each other halfway, and in fact, he looks like he's thinking seriously.
"That's a shame... 'white' was the obvious one, looking at you." And that hand, for heaven's sake, what was that? "'Judgmental' is the second one that comes to mind."
Still, that was mostly a joke. He doesn't want to go with the first character he latches on to, that seems a little too mean-- if only because he doesn't want to be stuck calling out something stupid in battle.
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"Do not ask for my input and then dismiss it!" There's nothing wrong with wanting this done as by the book as he can manage, is there? No! So if someone would be more serious...
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"All right, all right..." Just for the sake of peace, he puts the cigarette out. Later, later... Let's get this squared away.
"Is there a character you want, though?" He doesn't feel entirely comfortable just plucking a name out of the sky for this kid. Names are important, they have power, and it's not power Youji wants over someone else. Masafumi Takatori took Asuka's name away from her, and she died declaring her eternal love for him-- not a likely scenario with Kija, of course, but one that twists in his gut, all the same. "I mean, all I have to do is say it. You have to wear it."
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Ah. What's this? He's not mad about something, for once during this conversation??
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He jogs back into the living dome of the temple and returns with a little-used sketchbook and ballpoint pen. He flips past one or two messy, ill-defined portraits before coming to a blank page and writing.
"This one, you mean? Ryuu as the vessel name?"
Did he get the terminology right?
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"I suppose that is the right one. I do not know how to write it."
let me know if i need to adjust anything
Youji leans a little against the doorway. "I think I know the invocation, but if there's anything... else I need to do, let me know before I mess it up, will you? Shortly after at the latest."
Does he need to raise his hands? Or something? He feels like an utter idiot. This sounds more like Schwarz's business than Weiss'.
"Grasping thy true name, I bind thee here."
He hopes that isn't literal.
"With borrowed name, I dub thee my servant."
Youji stumbles a bit on the word 'servant.'
"The name answers, the vessel to sound. I call thee as my divine instrument. The name, Kija. The vessel, Ryuu. Come, Ryuuki!"