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thenearshore2016-09-15 09:34 pm
thekillerwhale) wrote in thenearshore2016-09-15 09:34 pm
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[Closed] I was listening to the ocean
Who: Makoto Tachibana and Haruka Nanase
What: Meeting up as god and shinki
When: Morning April 25th
Where: Poseidon's Lighthouse
Summary: Makoto has become a god while his best friend of years has become his tool. Feelings are happen.
Warnings: None.
Makoto stood on the shore of the magical beach that floated in the sky. He stared off into the vast ocean that ended abruptly and fell into nothingness. The waves acted like the oceans down on Earth. He allowed the salty water to crawl up his feet before retreating again. The water was calm and only moved to make gentle noises that were soothing to the living.
As his green eyes were trained on the horizon, his hand was clenched in a loose fist. Everything had been so sudden. He was suddenly a god, he suddenly had powers, he was suddenly thrust from his home and family and friends, and he was suddenly no longer human. He was a deity. He was Poseidon: God of the Sea, brother of Zeus and Hades, the "Earth Shaker".
But he didn't feel like Poseidon. He felt like...Makoto.
A sigh escaped his lips as his vision focused back from beyond his thoughts.
The gods in charge of him said that he was to be assigned a "shinki"--a tool that he was to use for answering prayers directed to the gods. Which, he guessed, was him now as well as some others.
He wondered who it was going to be and what they were going to be like. That part was a little exciting, but the facts still remained. He was no longer apart of the Near Shore.
What: Meeting up as god and shinki
When: Morning April 25th
Where: Poseidon's Lighthouse
Summary: Makoto has become a god while his best friend of years has become his tool. Feelings are happen.
Warnings: None.
Makoto stood on the shore of the magical beach that floated in the sky. He stared off into the vast ocean that ended abruptly and fell into nothingness. The waves acted like the oceans down on Earth. He allowed the salty water to crawl up his feet before retreating again. The water was calm and only moved to make gentle noises that were soothing to the living.
As his green eyes were trained on the horizon, his hand was clenched in a loose fist. Everything had been so sudden. He was suddenly a god, he suddenly had powers, he was suddenly thrust from his home and family and friends, and he was suddenly no longer human. He was a deity. He was Poseidon: God of the Sea, brother of Zeus and Hades, the "Earth Shaker".
But he didn't feel like Poseidon. He felt like...Makoto.
A sigh escaped his lips as his vision focused back from beyond his thoughts.
The gods in charge of him said that he was to be assigned a "shinki"--a tool that he was to use for answering prayers directed to the gods. Which, he guessed, was him now as well as some others.
He wondered who it was going to be and what they were going to be like. That part was a little exciting, but the facts still remained. He was no longer apart of the Near Shore.