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Who: Hazel, Jae-Ha, and Ukoku
What: Jae-Ha drunkenly invited Ukoku over. Is it too late to rescind an invitation when someone's actually in your house?
When: 4/27, morning
Where: Aengus's silly temple
Warnings: I don't know why I'm allowed to rp
[ Ukoku is a shadow. A crow's shadow. A short-ish dark handsome (??) stranger, except in this case not a stranger, a vaguely repulsive silhouette of bad intentions in full regalia, with the smell of cigarette smoke and incense and malice clinging to his robe.
Jae-Ha doesn't deserve this. He's a good kid, tall and aesthetically appealing (which has nothing to do with how undeserving he is, but is interesting in that it says something about Hazel), with leggie for days and a talent for waxing poetic, a mildly surprising but undeniably loyal dead-man replacement for Gat.
(He's precious to you, he'd said to Filbert that day in the church: I'm jealous.)
It's not the first time Ukoku has wondered why people cling to other people the way they do, and it won't be the last.
Hazel doesn't deserve this either, probably, in spite of his prejudices and all the souls he's stolen and the wonderfully misguided vengeful justice he's applied. He hasn't had an easy life—but if fate is real, he was never meant to. And from what Ukoku knows of religion in the West, fate is a given and suffering is how saints are made. (Interesting: they run toward hardship, self-punishment and loathing and guilt.)
But he was invited, so Ukoku is standing at the door to Hazel's temple with a gift in his hands: a blue flower in a pot, because Jae-Ha crushed the other one (no he did not). He knocks lightly on the door. Surprise!! ]
What: Jae-Ha drunkenly invited Ukoku over. Is it too late to rescind an invitation when someone's actually in your house?
When: 4/27, morning
Where: Aengus's silly temple
Warnings: I don't know why I'm allowed to rp
[ Ukoku is a shadow. A crow's shadow. A short-ish dark handsome (??) stranger, except in this case not a stranger, a vaguely repulsive silhouette of bad intentions in full regalia, with the smell of cigarette smoke and incense and malice clinging to his robe.
Jae-Ha doesn't deserve this. He's a good kid, tall and aesthetically appealing (which has nothing to do with how undeserving he is, but is interesting in that it says something about Hazel), with leggie for days and a talent for waxing poetic, a mildly surprising but undeniably loyal dead-man replacement for Gat.
(He's precious to you, he'd said to Filbert that day in the church: I'm jealous.)
It's not the first time Ukoku has wondered why people cling to other people the way they do, and it won't be the last.
Hazel doesn't deserve this either, probably, in spite of his prejudices and all the souls he's stolen and the wonderfully misguided vengeful justice he's applied. He hasn't had an easy life—but if fate is real, he was never meant to. And from what Ukoku knows of religion in the West, fate is a given and suffering is how saints are made. (Interesting: they run toward hardship, self-punishment and loathing and guilt.)
But he was invited, so Ukoku is standing at the door to Hazel's temple with a gift in his hands: a blue flower in a pot, because Jae-Ha crushed the other one (no he did not). He knocks lightly on the door. Surprise!! ]
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Alright...
[Ah, but there is Ukoku, not in the kitchen and not sitting down and behaving at all. Granted, staring at a painting isn't the worse he could be doing, but it's unsettling enough that he wants to steer him back in front of his grits himself.
He resists, because surely being more boring will scare him away faster. So, once he enters this room Ukoku is in—]
Sorry about that.
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[ He's just checking out this fascinating map of Texas! Look at this stupid fucking thing. He starts back toward the kitchen. ]
Is everything all right?
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Peachy, sir. Ya didn't have to wait for us before eatin'.
[Because that's clearly what he's doing.]
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He'll still look between them as they talk, walking back to his seat now that he can finally sit down in it, boots and all.]
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Were you at the picnic, Hazel?
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Not very long, I'm afraid. I had business. [First business: getting bored, second business: SOMEBODY was drunk... all of it: none of Ukoku's business.
In his mind he completes this with a sassy Z-snap. In reality he takes a bite of his damn breakfast, finally.]
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[ No he would not, this is way more fun. ]
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Mercy, you're not bored, are ya? Maybe gettin' a proper hobby's what ya need to do.
[Not gardening, or harassment. Hazel is just a concerned .....individual.]
Maybe needlepoint. Or knittin'.
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You could knit yourself a nice hat.
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That's what I should do! Needlepoint.
[ THANKS, BOYS ]
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Hmm.]
I reckon ya could needlepoint yourself a nice picture of a hat.
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[Well, who can stop him. Hm. He really can't tell, either. Look, at least he's not talking about his own googling hobby.]
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They should have made me a god of hobbies! Maybe I can ask to switch departments.
[ From…death to hobbies ]
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What's your department now, speakin' of? [fUCK]
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Hedonism?
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I thought that was your department, Jae-Ha!
[ It's not even catty; if he were ever innocent it'd be innocent. Listen, they talked about this. ]
I wish it were hedonism! My poor shinki's wiring his own lights. It's just time, though. The department of time. I think they're calling me old. [ Sigh!! ]
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They're not obviously doing this in front of him, it's fine.]
Time! That sure is interestin'. Surely they're just tryin' to say ya got a lot of it on your hands. [Ergo: needlepoint. Hazel is always right.]
Did ya get a temple full of clocks for that one?
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[Just Hazel's... He hasn't really looked away from that look he's just gotten from Hazel. Subtle. They're so subtle. But alright, back to his grits which he's nearly done with but he'll keep pretending are very interesting.
He doesn't want to speak too much, still, so he won't comment on clocks. Jesus.]
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You know, I didn't! [ He pauses, thinking. ] There's a clock on the oven. That's one.
[ There you go. God of time.............. ]
Oh! Speaking of time— [ he has to get goiHAHA NO ] Based on what I've seen, the Heavens organize little gatherings every ten days, so the next one should be May fifth. I'm sure things don't go wrong every time, but this Amaterasu thing could escalate, so be careful if you decide to go.
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Hazel pauses over the grits he sure just isn't eating anymore, raising an eyebrow at that conjecture about the - well, the time. He doesn't know why Ukoku decided to bring this up, but it's probably suspect, after everything else he's said... ever. In his life. Hazel's just assuming.]
Do ya think so? I'm afraid I didn't stay for the end of that incident. Are ya sayin' that they didn't catch anybody?
[in advance: shut the fuck up jae-ha]
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He wishes he were easier to read, but he's just so weird. He doesn't know what feeling he gets from him at all.]
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I don't know if there was anyone to catch. The, um, culprit in question set a few trees on fire and dropped some papers that said 'down with Amaterasu' where everyone could find them. It's an interesting strategy, right?
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Well, I dunno... [He wiggles his fork into his grits in lieu of actually shrugging, like, someone had to set the fires, right...?? That had to happen.]
It's somethin' to think about, sure. [buuut he doesn't want to, so please excuse him.]
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They seemed to catch fire like magic. I was beneath them when it happened. [And, like, drunk as hell, but still.] What are you trying to get at?
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1more shh
i waited a whole five minutes before writing this, just in case
look
Mega thirst
Shush
Sin is Everywhere
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return purity to this kitchen thru sin
sin cleanses everything??
yes,
i keep looking up at ukoku's face, again,
screams HE IS GONE
is he..... is he!!!!
next time: scarecrow dome
great plan
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