[open]

[skyleopardess]

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.]

Comments

[twiceinhabited]

[Normally, the concept of blackmail would make anyone stop and reconsider. But under the context of blackmailing a corrupt official into helping a good cause? Somehow, Amane found it easier to swallow and accept like that.]

Yes. [With a nod, she holds up the camera in her hands. It's just a simple, small compact camera. But it's more than enough to take a good enough photo, or more. The shutters are open, showing the clear lens to the world.] I'll take as many as we need.

[Why settle for one photo, when they can have as many incriminating ones as possible?]

After we took them... we're going to approach him immediately?

Training

[redotiertwo]

[Having found an apparent piece of home - or himself, technically - in his room this morning, Davesprite's taking a brief course around the Far Shore to think. He doesn't want to risk hurting Hajime by thinking too much about it, but despite how much he doesn't at all want to, his mind keeps swinging back that way until he feels that revulsion and rejection at trying to think about his past, and then his mind goes off it for another few minutes until...

It's frustrating, and he almost doesn't notice the practice happening as he skims low through the tropical temple grounds. But it's difficult to miss the incredibly weird noise of half a boulder suddenly disintegrating, and he pulls up short, his hand going reflexively for a few inches in front of his stomach before he notices Yoruichi, looking from her to the rock.]

...Correct me if I've completely lost my fucking mind in the week since the fire, but I'm pretty sure your power was something about adorable portable storm clouds.

Deliveries

[bon_bon]

[ The Itoya flagship store in Ginza is a place to behold. It's got twelve floors (twelve!) and one of them is a damn farm. There's a pens floor, a stationary floor, an 'inspiration' floor, a cafe floor, everything you could possibly want for your writing and organizing office needs, and more. Honestly, it's exactly the sort of place that's suited for Konzen.

Today he's manning one of the fine pens desk. He looks up when a delivery arrives for signature. He blinks. ]

You!

[ It's not often he sees a familiar face in here. The city is enormous after all, and what use do Far Shore folk have of pens and paper? ]