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003 | Save The Boats
Who: Everyone!
What: It's a few days after Hinamatsuri - time for a party!
When: Late evening (March 5, 2016) into early morning (March 6, 2016)
Where: The banks of the Kamo River
Summary: The Heavens have thrown together an outdoor party to celebrate Spring and ALSO to ask the Far Shore residents to keep the boats from Hinamatsuri from coming to shore.
Hinamatsuri is celebrated in Japan on March 3 every year. It is a festival to celebrate all of the young girls of Japan, not as important as their own birthdays, but certainly a big day for all families with a little girl among their household. It's perfectly normal for all of the cuties to dress up and get all sorts of delightful treats out of the day.
One of the normal festivities is a ceremony during which ornamental dolls are placed on tiers on boats and floated down the river. It is thought that all of the bad luck for the coming year floats down the river with the dolls, taking that bad luck away from their young girls to keep them safe for another year.
But the boats don't always make it all the way down the river like they're supposed to, and the Heavens sometimes like to make sure that the year will be full of less bad luck for the people of Japan. So they have decided to have the almighty gods do some legwork and disguised it as a fun Springtime party! They expect gods and shinki alike to push the boats away from the shoreline wherever they see them venturing near.
New gods and shinki will have been ushered immediately to the party as well, given all of the normal information, and then left to mingle among their new cohorts. This is a perfect opportunity to introduce the newbies to both their co-workers and the kinds of jobs they'll be expected to perform.
Buffet
A luxurious buffet is set up for everyone to enjoy. There are all kinds of foods to enjoy, though they all seem to be of a local variety. The Heavens have apparently used the funding from their own temples to purchase local food and support local businesses at the same time. In particular among the food and copious amounts of booze, you will find some Hinamatsuri staples - hina-arare, hishi mochi, chirashizushi, and a salt-based clam soup called ushijiru. Among the booze you'll find shirozake, a sake made from fermented rice, also a regular fare of Hinamatsuri.
The Boats
As if they are literally overflowing with bad luck, the boats seem to be making a desperate attempt to land themselves upon the shoreline. They are reluctant to make their way back into the water and will gladly run people down if they're allowed to and are happy to ram into someone over and over again to try and get their way. When they are finally pushed back to the center of the river, they will begrudgingly continue on their way. Of course, some of them will simply sink because of the weight of all that bad luck, but who can really blame them.
Children
As expected of a day dedicated to celebrating children, there are dozens of children running around and playing games during the festivities. It's hard to distinguish, but some of them appear to be human children while others are shinki. They are happy to let anyone in on their games and will gladly bother adults to come play with them or to let them try some of the liquor. (Mods will be available to play out any child interactions you may want, just flag us down.)
Counselling
Off to the side, there is a tiny table set up with a small, nicely written sign that reads "Gentle Counselling". On the other side of the table is a sweetly smiling shinki who is willing to listen to your problems and answer any questions you might have. She is also here to help out any gods that are having a hard time dealing with knowing about how their shinki died and any shinki that is having trouble coming to terms with the fact that they are dead.
In Summary:
What: It's a few days after Hinamatsuri - time for a party!
When: Late evening (March 5, 2016) into early morning (March 6, 2016)
Where: The banks of the Kamo River
Summary: The Heavens have thrown together an outdoor party to celebrate Spring and ALSO to ask the Far Shore residents to keep the boats from Hinamatsuri from coming to shore.
Hinamatsuri is celebrated in Japan on March 3 every year. It is a festival to celebrate all of the young girls of Japan, not as important as their own birthdays, but certainly a big day for all families with a little girl among their household. It's perfectly normal for all of the cuties to dress up and get all sorts of delightful treats out of the day.
One of the normal festivities is a ceremony during which ornamental dolls are placed on tiers on boats and floated down the river. It is thought that all of the bad luck for the coming year floats down the river with the dolls, taking that bad luck away from their young girls to keep them safe for another year.
But the boats don't always make it all the way down the river like they're supposed to, and the Heavens sometimes like to make sure that the year will be full of less bad luck for the people of Japan. So they have decided to have the almighty gods do some legwork and disguised it as a fun Springtime party! They expect gods and shinki alike to push the boats away from the shoreline wherever they see them venturing near.
New gods and shinki will have been ushered immediately to the party as well, given all of the normal information, and then left to mingle among their new cohorts. This is a perfect opportunity to introduce the newbies to both their co-workers and the kinds of jobs they'll be expected to perform.
Buffet
A luxurious buffet is set up for everyone to enjoy. There are all kinds of foods to enjoy, though they all seem to be of a local variety. The Heavens have apparently used the funding from their own temples to purchase local food and support local businesses at the same time. In particular among the food and copious amounts of booze, you will find some Hinamatsuri staples - hina-arare, hishi mochi, chirashizushi, and a salt-based clam soup called ushijiru. Among the booze you'll find shirozake, a sake made from fermented rice, also a regular fare of Hinamatsuri.
The Boats
As if they are literally overflowing with bad luck, the boats seem to be making a desperate attempt to land themselves upon the shoreline. They are reluctant to make their way back into the water and will gladly run people down if they're allowed to and are happy to ram into someone over and over again to try and get their way. When they are finally pushed back to the center of the river, they will begrudgingly continue on their way. Of course, some of them will simply sink because of the weight of all that bad luck, but who can really blame them.
Children
As expected of a day dedicated to celebrating children, there are dozens of children running around and playing games during the festivities. It's hard to distinguish, but some of them appear to be human children while others are shinki. They are happy to let anyone in on their games and will gladly bother adults to come play with them or to let them try some of the liquor. (Mods will be available to play out any child interactions you may want, just flag us down.)
Counselling
Off to the side, there is a tiny table set up with a small, nicely written sign that reads "Gentle Counselling". On the other side of the table is a sweetly smiling shinki who is willing to listen to your problems and answer any questions you might have. She is also here to help out any gods that are having a hard time dealing with knowing about how their shinki died and any shinki that is having trouble coming to terms with the fact that they are dead.
In Summary:
- Keep the boats off the shore
- Enjoy the food and booze and spring atmosphere
- Have some fun with cute little kids
- Seek counselling if you need it!
- Flag the mods in the top thread if you'd like an NPC
- Have fun~
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[He'll feel the blanket on his shoulders, hunching them on instinct before just kinda . . . letting everything droop with a bit of a whine. Clearly, this guy was interested in helping him, and that could only mean one thing here.
Maybe he was dead too. They were both dead, and this was hell. This was some sort of terrible afterlife for both of them.
He'll shrug off the blanket, taking off his hanten and wringing it out some before dropping it in a pile on the grass between him and Oboro. Then he'll gather the blanket up again, bundling up in it.]
Oi. [His voice is pretty tired-sounding, not really angry anymore either.] What the hell are you doing?
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He'd stand near, but not too close to, his god and simply observe as the man wrung out his wet clothing and bundled up. The shock of the water must have sobered him up. Oboro listened to his master's voice, taking in the tone and pitch before the meaning.
It would be for the best to excuse themselves from the festivities. The god needed to rest.] I've been assigned to assist you. [He wouldn't suggest departing yet, answering Gintoki's questions was of more direct importance.]
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He still would appear tired to Oboro. After all, the moment he'd seen the other man, this old enemy of his, he'd also been steadily getting the picture of his death. It wasn't exactly clear, but he'd seen the other wounded, badly, definitely by more than one serious injury. Oboro had died painfully in battle, bleeding out whatever life he'd had left.
But what he couldn't tell is if one of those injuries might have been inflicted by himself. It was very, very possible. Oboro had caused him suffering before, they'd fought tooth and nail enough, and Gintoki had shown himself that he didn't even hesitate to deliver a killing blow to Oboro when it mattered. In fact, Gintoki had been pretty sure he'd killed Oboro himself until just a short time period ago.
Having to witness the deaths of shinki was tiring, and tasking. He'll keep holding the blanket, sniffling again and rubbing at his nose.]
. . .I'm hungry.
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But in this state, Oboro didn't feel the slightest twinge of annoyance. Or any of the other revulsions the white demon would raise in him.
All he recognized was concern. And purpose.
A very immediate one, with the request for food.] I will retrieve food for you. [And, looking at the dripping, sneezing god, he'd be looking for a towel as well.
If Gintoki didn't stop him, Oboro would do exactly as requested: go to the buffet table and load some of everything onto a plate. Then he'd find the god, no matter any efforts taken to hide. It's as if he's drawn to you, or something-]
I've returned. [He'd offer the plate forward.]
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He knew, after all, that Oboro remembered nothing. Gintoki wasn't cruel. Protective, yes, fiercely so, and he could be vicious when threatened, even sadistic when delivering justice to someone who deserved it. But not cruel.
He'll scruch up his face some, almost a wince as he hears that voice again. He'll hold a hand out to receive whatever Oboro's brought him.]
. . . next time, bring something sweet too.
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Oboro handed the plate to Gin's outstretched hand, taking care to assure that it was well balanced before removing his grip. The correction made his eyebrows twitch upward, and he committed it to memory.] Understood.
[A pause, but he can't simply stand idly by and watch Gintoki eat, so he'll place a hand on the God's shoulder. Still wet, and quite cold.] If we return to your residence when you're finished, I will depart to bring you deserts.
[This man, one who could be called cruel and gave no care to correct the accusation were it untrue, seemed out of places talking about a midnight sweets run. But no matter how callous he was - loyalty came first. So he'd suffer anything dangerous or absurd be it at his master's call.]
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In fact, the idea of Oboro bringing Gintoki some kind of delicious sugary treat somehow. . . left a bad taste in his mouth. He's pretty sure any kind of sweets Oboro brought him would somehow taste like ash.
He'll half-heartedly poke at the food, then set it down - just in time, since that touch has him flinching like crazy. Embarrassing. This was so screwed up. He was, at least, going to figure this out as much as he could. He'll sigh again.]
Not so fast, not so fast.
[He'll at least turn to look at the other man now, those reddish eyes meeting Oboro's.]
Oboro. You have a shinki name, right? Let's see it.
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Oboro glanced at the plate, observing what Gintoki ate and what he abandoned. That was committed to memory as well.
His God flinched and Oboro immediately removed his hand, looking down at it with dull curiosity. 'Not so fast' - understood. His master preferred not to be touched, then.]
I do. [He took the change in subject with ease. The Shinki turned his back and crouched, bringing a bony hand to raise the hair off of the back of his neck. The name would be revealed there - 'Rouki' - emblazoned on top of the Tendoushuu symbol.]
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He wonders, vaguely, if Oboro will ever question what it means, now.
He'll stand up though, waving still-soggy sleeves as he drips a little, tails twitching on their own to shake off some more water. No sense in waiting. It hadn't occurred to him, yet, that he could in fact possibly take the name away and send Oboro to another god. Who knew if he really would.]
Come, Rouki.
[It's firm, but still a bit exasperated.]
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The call is made and Oboro's form shifts. He wasn't curious as to what he'd turn into, but the result was surprising all the same.
A blade, a needle - something bladed for cutting away obstacles in their path: those would have suited him.
Instead, confused flapping shed feathers in the air as a crow drifted to the ground. Once landed, he'd stop, peck at his wings.
He wasn't quite sure how to use these...]
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Maybe it was a toilet plunger. Or, you know, a doormat. What if it was a back-scratcher? He'd probably still use it. . .
So he'll look down at the crow on the ground, head tilted in consideration. He couldn't help but laugh, and the laugh that escapes is short -- and not just a little bitter. How fitting.]
A crow from beginning to end, huh? Come on up here already.
[He'll actually hold out a hand.]
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Oboro stretched his wings, not paying much mind to the consideration he was receiving from his god. The man's laugh assured him that his master hadn't been expecting such a transformation either.
He cocked his head to crow comment, though he disregarded it as a helping hand reached down to him. Oboro climbed on, a little uncoordinated, to settle in Gintoki's palm.
Oboro stared at his god, awaiting further one sided conversation. Could he communicate like this? He'd need to learn.]
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Then he'll hold his hand up to his shoulder, giving it a bit of a shake so the crow gets the hint. Get off if you don't wanna end up on the ground, Oboro. You can sit on his shoulder for a minute.]
I guess you're better this way. Just a dumb bird . . . right. . . just a dumb crow. . .
[Gintoki will sit back down on the riverbank, finishing his food. He might even give his new crow a crumb, poking a bit impolitely at the bird's beak.]
You should stay this way more, you know. That's, like, an order from your god, got it?
[he'll put a hand back up, as a hint that the bird should climb back on]
You fly, right?
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Light - his body had little weight to it, nothing to shift and keep his mass distributed. It was as if any motion could leave him behind. This form would take practice.
The crow watched Gintoki with an equally blank expression, a small cock of the head the only reply to Gintoki's head tilt. When prompted to sit on his god's shoulder he'd comply, listening to the dull muttering with indifference.
He intended for this 'dumb crow' to serve well.
Food suddenly shoved at his beak gets a startle out of the bird, Oboro not so accustomed to his personal space so brazenly invaded. But he understands that Gintoki wants him to eat, so after jerking away he'll carefully pluck the crumb from the other's hand.
And nod, accepting the order. A soft 'caw' to punctuate his recognition. He stepped back onto Gintoki's hand. As for flying...he was supposed to. He spread his wings experimentally, unsure of the answer.]