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thenearshore2016-10-08 08:39 pm
skyleopardess) wrote in thenearshore2016-10-08 08:39 pm
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Who: Yoruichi and OPEN, with one closed prompt
What: Catch all
When: 5/1-4
Where: The Near Shore, The Far Shore
Warnings: will update if needed
Amane
[The young man running the homeless shelter is tall and slightly stooped, with shaggy hair falling into tired eyes. But he has unfailing patience, and his smile never dims from the moment he arrives until he leaves late at night. But funding is down, and more people need help than ever, resulting in his desperate prayer.
It's hard to volunteer when people keep forgetting you're there. And frankly, while an extra couple of pairs of hands are useful, they don't solve the long-term problem.
So Yoruichi has something else in mind. She and Amane are sitting on a bench in the nondescript park where a government official accepts bribes from local businessmen. Yoruichi knows this because she's seen it on an earlier visit, completely by chance. If the man's going to take dirty money, he can damn sure put it to better use.]
Get ready with your camera. [she tilts her head, giving Amane a smirk] After this, the shelter should have all the money they need.
[Yoruichi the role model--teaching her shinki how to blackmail corrupt officials for the public good.]
Deliveries
[Carting supplies all over Tokyo isn't the way Yoruichi might have thought she'd use her superhuman speed, but it pays the bills. While she can only take a few small parcels at a time, the fact that she can bypass traffic altogether means she's faster and more reliable than standard services.]
Yo! [It's a relaxed greeting from the small woman as she enters, her arms full of a tightly sealed brown box.] Can you sign for this?
[Do you happen to have a job in the Near Shore? Then Yoruichi's got a parcel for you.]
Training, Oya's temple
[Ever since the fire, Yoruichi's been trying to get a better hold on this new power of hers. But she can't find much consistency in it. So far, she's generated storms, lightning and tremors, but even that seems to be random. Whenever she thinks she might have a handle on it, the power slips through her fingers, taking whatever shape it wants.
Power she can't control is worse than useless--it's dangerous to her and her allies, and unreliable in a fight. So she's come to a remote part of her grounds, a stretch of beach where there's nothing to hurt but sand, rocks and water.
Blowing out a long breath, she turns her attention inward, seeking that power she first tapped unintentionally. In a way, it's the opposite of kidou--instead of manipulating her own spiritual energy, it's like she's tapping into forces that are part of the natural world.
Her eyes snap open as that weird, discordant noise echoes in her ears, signaling that her power is kicking in. As she watches, the boulder in front of her seems to shiver, just before the top half dissolves into sand. Instead of lapping against its craggy sides, the waves now wash over its newly smooth top before breaking on the shoreline.]
Shit.
[It's a sound of quiet consternation. It's been a long time since Yoruichi has had to work quite so hard at learning a technique, but hell if she's going to back down now.]
What: Catch all
When: 5/1-4
Where: The Near Shore, The Far Shore
Warnings: will update if needed
Amane
[The young man running the homeless shelter is tall and slightly stooped, with shaggy hair falling into tired eyes. But he has unfailing patience, and his smile never dims from the moment he arrives until he leaves late at night. But funding is down, and more people need help than ever, resulting in his desperate prayer.
It's hard to volunteer when people keep forgetting you're there. And frankly, while an extra couple of pairs of hands are useful, they don't solve the long-term problem.
So Yoruichi has something else in mind. She and Amane are sitting on a bench in the nondescript park where a government official accepts bribes from local businessmen. Yoruichi knows this because she's seen it on an earlier visit, completely by chance. If the man's going to take dirty money, he can damn sure put it to better use.]
Get ready with your camera. [she tilts her head, giving Amane a smirk] After this, the shelter should have all the money they need.
[Yoruichi the role model--teaching her shinki how to blackmail corrupt officials for the public good.]
Deliveries
[Carting supplies all over Tokyo isn't the way Yoruichi might have thought she'd use her superhuman speed, but it pays the bills. While she can only take a few small parcels at a time, the fact that she can bypass traffic altogether means she's faster and more reliable than standard services.]
Yo! [It's a relaxed greeting from the small woman as she enters, her arms full of a tightly sealed brown box.] Can you sign for this?
[Do you happen to have a job in the Near Shore? Then Yoruichi's got a parcel for you.]
Training, Oya's temple
[Ever since the fire, Yoruichi's been trying to get a better hold on this new power of hers. But she can't find much consistency in it. So far, she's generated storms, lightning and tremors, but even that seems to be random. Whenever she thinks she might have a handle on it, the power slips through her fingers, taking whatever shape it wants.
Power she can't control is worse than useless--it's dangerous to her and her allies, and unreliable in a fight. So she's come to a remote part of her grounds, a stretch of beach where there's nothing to hurt but sand, rocks and water.
Blowing out a long breath, she turns her attention inward, seeking that power she first tapped unintentionally. In a way, it's the opposite of kidou--instead of manipulating her own spiritual energy, it's like she's tapping into forces that are part of the natural world.
Her eyes snap open as that weird, discordant noise echoes in her ears, signaling that her power is kicking in. As she watches, the boulder in front of her seems to shiver, just before the top half dissolves into sand. Instead of lapping against its craggy sides, the waves now wash over its newly smooth top before breaking on the shoreline.]
Shit.
[It's a sound of quiet consternation. It's been a long time since Yoruichi has had to work quite so hard at learning a technique, but hell if she's going to back down now.]
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Wow. So clearly whatever the fuck it wanted last week was actually useful at the time, but now it thinks you want landscaping.
[Look, he has no real idea what's going on with her powers, so he's making an (un)educated guess.]
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Yeah, I guess it thought the sand was looking a little thin. [She gestures to the beach, absolutely covered in it.] In which case I need to work on its judgment.
[At least the effect is relatively benign this time--a power that can turn rocks into sand could probably do a lot more damage than it had.]
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Maybe you should get a professional opinion just to shut it up, but I'm gonna say this place has more sand than your average resort town. Can't say I have any fucking clue what connects a baby storm cloud and busting the hell out of rocks, though.
[As far as he can tell, god powers tend to be at least vaguely one single area of things, but the two things he's seen of Yoruichi's so far are almost entirely unrelated.]
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No, she's as stumped as Davesprite. She shakes her head, setting the matter aside for now.]
So what brings you this way? Just out for some air?
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In the sense of "fuck sitting around in my temple thinking about shit I probably shouldn't be thinking about", yeah. Have you seen those people on the BBS that talk about getting animals and random lucky draw shenanigans back from their own world?
[Nobody's pointed out a pattern to it, so it's probably random.]
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Yeah, and no one seems to know why. [Which is unsettling, given that they've now seen the dangers of shinki regaining too many of their memories.] I take it you've gotten something you don't remember having?
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Pretty much. Kinda hard to say I never had it, though, because. [There's a pointed pause as he runs his talons down a near-imperceptible cut in his shirt and parts it wide to reveal a completely clean, seemingly healed wound that somehow still manages to be open. It's distinctly the height and thinness of a forward-facing blade.] When a neon orange sword turns up all shy behind your curtains and you've got a convenient sword sheath in your stomach, you don't even need to do the maths, the maths has already been done, marked and hung in a position of highest honour on the fridge.
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Wow. [It's like nothing she's ever seen before. Was he born like this? Was this a modification? Davesprite has no way of knowing, and no way of knowing if he'll ever find out.
Or if the price of finding out will be his sanity, and then his life, like Zangetsu's friend. Once again, anger flares within her; the shinki system strikes her as unbearably cruel.]
And as far as you know, you're the only person here from your home?
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[Letting the gap in his shirt close, Davesprite's expression becomes a shade or so more serious at Yoruichi's question. He's not entirely sure of it, but there is one person who immediately comes up in his memory.]
...There was this dude, when I got here. He wasn't human, but I recognised what species he was and damn if I could remember ever seeing that species before or since. I think he was a shinki as well, and I think he recognised I was a sprite, but I haven't seen so much as a lick of grey skin or orange horns since then, so I'm pretty sure even if he was from my world he's gone with the fucking wind or whatever it is that takes people away in this place.
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But she doubts he wants sympathy, so she keeps it to herself.]
One of my shinki is from my home. He doesn't look human either, so I'm glad I was around to explain what he is. [Yoruichi's glad she's around period, because Zangetsu's other god doesn't seem to do much of anything to curb his baser instincts.] Even if I disappear, he'll at least have some information to go on.
[The hope, of course, is that people go back to where they came from rather than some other place altogether. Even those who died before coming here deserve to pass on peacefully to whatever afterlife they have in their world.]
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Yeah, I remember what I am in the broadest sense but I don't know what the fuck's up with the how or why or what circumstances lead to this precise level of neon orange feathery bullshit. My god's last shinki apparently remembered a thing before she disappeared, but I didn't really get the lowdown on that so it's pretty much a mystery whether I'm going to win the random memories lottery.
[He spreads his hands to accentuate the mysterious bit of it, even if his expression is still as linefaced as anything.]
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[And the things they do know they seem to be somewhat stingy about sharing. They may not understand or like the arrival of the new people, but holding back information that might get people killed--like the fact that shinki who push for too much of their past turn into ayakashi--is just stupid.]
Have you ever spoken to any of them?
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[Unbeknownst to Davesprite, he's actually spoken to Amaterasu before, but that was mostly shenanigans anyway. As it is, it seems like they either don't care, have way too much on their plates to share basic information, or both.]