thenearshore | ( semi-open! )

[ it was probably dal dal's fault. probably. it was she that suggested they take this shortcut on the rooftops, after all, because (according to her) what's the point of having all these super cool god abilities if you aren't even going to use them? and what's cooler than hopping along rooftops like it's no big thing? stuff like this makes her feel even cooler than a god! like a... like a superhero!

OR A K-POP STAR. ]

You worry too much, Slaine, [ she says with an idle wave of her hand. so, yes, sure, she could probably afford to be a bit more careful with her roof-hopping. maybe she could even bother to take in her surroundings a little. but it's just a routine comb-through of the town — how hard could it be? ]

What kind of God would I be if I tripped on a roof or something anyway? That's just stupid—

[ you know what else is stupid, kids? having your precious shinki-turned-necklace snatched right from your neck by a fly-by crow. ]

Omo!

[ her feet skid to a halt on the roof of an office building, and she twists around just in time to see the speck of black get smaller and smaller in the distance, a glint of silver hanging from its mouth.

she balks. ]

H-Hey! Stop that bird!!

[ when it comes to advice, dal dal's got plenty of it. advice is pretty much an opinion, and the petite blonde is definitely not lacking in any of those, so when she and slaine decided to answer one of those counsel prayers, she thought it would be easy-peasy, a piece of cake.

turns out? she's pretty shitty when it comes to love lives. ]

Look! I'm just saying that asshole doesn't deserve a second of your time!

[ the young woman — barely a year or two younger than dal dal herself, in all honesty — cowers back from the small god's bold words and even bolder stance of a finger really jabbed in the girl's face. ]

So what if he dumped you, huh? SO WHAT! He's a jerk! A bastard! Stop wasting your tears on that piece of shit! You should just kill him!

[ ... this particular situation may or may not be hitting a little too close to home. erm. ]

[ "eliminate the noise problem."

fine. easy. they can totally do this. it's simple enough, isn't it? all you gotta do is fine the problem, then get rid of it. personally, dal dal is hoping it's some inconsiderate thug in need of a beating, because frankly she could use a bit of a stress relief, but she keeps that thought to herself as she and slaine scour the large apartment building, trying to look for the source of this supposed audio abomination. ]

What did they say it sounded like again?

[ of course, it probably helps that dal dal herself keep her own voice down... it is midnight, after all.

she pauses suddenly, and moves to press her ear against a door they just passed by. past the wood, she can hear a bit of a commotion... ]

AHA!

[ and she kicks the whole damn door open. jfc.

sadly, dal dal may have been a bit over-eager, and instead of finding the actual source of noise... she and slaine just walked in on you in the middle of you and your attempts to speak to one of your followers.

oops. ]

Edited 2016-05-11 15:32 (UTC)

[ ooookay, so dal dal may not be doing so well with this god business after all. but that's fine, that's alright. a couple of missteps won't bring her down!

granted, she still doesn't like any second of this. she still thinks heaven is full of b.s. but she can't very well die or anything. then where would slaine go? then where would she go? reborn again as a toddler? disappear forever? HELL NO.

so if heaven wants her to play nice, she will fucking play. nice. she'll be the nicest player they ever saw.

and she'll make them regret every moment of it. ]

Yoohoo~! [ out in the middle of a busy street, dal dal can be found standing beside a little stand. with large, colorful (but shoddily-made) signs beckoning people over for a SWEET SURPRISE, should one venture closer, they'll find dal dal beaming at anyone who passes by, holding out small clear bags of what appears to be freshly made cookies. ]

Here you go, [ she'll press one into your hand, should you get close enough. ] Enjoy~!

[ attached to each bag is a handwritten note: ]

Don't forget to think of Dal Dal Choi~! Your ~*~favorite~*~ Goddess!

♥ someone who cares about your soul :)

[ is... is she pimping herself out?! ]

Thank you?

[Elsa had decided to just take a walk around town, for a change of scenery from all the dwellings in Takamagahara, and to be around humans again. If she happens to hear a prayer or encounter an ayakashi in the meantime, all the better.

Yet it's Dal Dal she encounters, and she's... handing out cookies?

Well, the bag is cute, and the cookies look tasty, except...]

Shouldn't you be giving out your divine name instead?

[Oboro had received orders to remain in his crow form as often as possible. They hadn't been given in such formal terms, but such was his interpretation. Whatever the reason, Oboro would not waste the opportunity to adjust to his new found abilities.

Flying had been learned in hours, though the finesse of it was still yet to be obtained. It was in practicing his maneuverability that Oboro flew over the God. He paid her little mind at first, flapping his wings to account for wind.

But then the very same wind that would guide him away carried her shout to him.

The turn was sloppy, his momentum nearly completely lost as he changed to fly back to the building. 'That' bird was broad, but on the chance that she wished to speak to him, he would return.

Though, there was no good point of landing - so the God's shoulder would have to suffice. To her, a crow 'screeched' to turn mid air and then came straight for her, only to land on her shoulder with grasped talons. He clicked his beak once, to indicate that his attention was on her.]

Oh hey, cookies!

[You owe him for that humiliating loss at pick-up sticks to a bunch of elementary schoolers, Dal Dal, so he'll just be taking that bag of cookies and promptly opening it to take a bite of the first one.]

Thanks, Dal Dal.

[He winks at her, grin widening obnoxiously.]

[Slaine wasn't sure whether bounding around on rooftops was something he shared Dal Dal's interest in, but he is her shinki. And he certainly didn't find himself having a problem with heights, even if his vessel form could easily fall and be damaged...

Could he be damaged by something like that? Perhaps he should have asked...

But just as he thinks to inquire, because surely Dal Dal would know as a god, he feels something tug at him. Cold. Sharp. Definitely not his god who was neither of these things.

When he realizes it's a bird he can't help but balk, not that anyone can see it, in this form.

You can't be serious...

Did he really just get stolen by a bird?

It occurs to him that he also should have asked whether he can revert back on his own]

[ it was a scene right out of hitchcock's "the birds" — or, it may as well have been. for no longer than a few seconds after dal dal had attempted to turn back around and run after that thieving crow, another had come out of nowhere to aim right for her.

so what does she do?

she screams.

shrieks, really. this high-pitched, girlish, terrified sound that tapers off into something far more guttural and angry. while standing on the precipice of a rooftop, she begins to flail her hands wildly in the air, struggling both for balance and to try and swat the bird off of her.

in all the chaos, a fist may have landed on a beak. ]

[ dal dal just laughs, reaching up to slap a hand against elsa's back. (it may be a lot stronger than one might be expecting.) ]

That's all part of the plan, unni! Nobody ever pays attention to those kinda solicitations, y'know? So someone will see this and they'll think, "Eh? Who the hell is Dal Dal Choi? That's not a God name I'm familiar with!" And I'll be right here ready to tell them allll about me and what I can do for them. Then, when they're ensnared in my dazzling charms, I'll slip them my Goddess name and that way they'll never forget it!

[ #genius ]

[ wow she warned you they played dirty?? don't blame your lack of stick skills on her!

but fortunately for you, tsuzuki, she kinda likes you, so instead of complaining that you're wasting her hard-work here, she'll just arch a brow at that wink and bluntly say: ]

Hey, you're the God of sweets and stuff! Don't you already get enough of these??

[That slap knocks the air out of Elsa (it comes out in a low, short gasp), but she holds her ground and manages to stay upright, catching her breath quickly enough that she can at least answer Dal Dal properly.]

'Unni'...? Um-- Well, that's definitely a creative idea. [Better or worse than answering prayers? It's hard to tell, when all the rules Elsa abided by have changed.] The cookies alone will make you memorable.

[She thinks. Don't people tend to easily forget Far Shore residents?]

Only if I buy them. I should tell everybody to leave me candy offerings!

[Sadly, at the moment, they don't. He sighs, dramatically, and wolfs down the rest of the cookie.]

So how've you been? Getting a lot of new followers out of this?

[He flattens the bag out to read the note. That's a pretty good idea, actually. He likes it.]

[The god's surprised shrieking put to rest any suspicions Oboro had that he was the object of her address. It nearly put him to rest entirely, as her flailing dislodged him and in his fluttering to regain ground a fist absolutely found it's way to his beak.

A startled squawk, absolutely unintentional, came before Oboro beat his wings and propelled himself away from the dangers of panicked flying fists.

He'd perch on the side of the building and wait. Scoot a few more little bird steps away, only to stare with patience as the god took whatever time she needed to calm down.]

[Well, this is more than Yato level of pimping.

One of the people to get a bag happens to not be human or a god. And while she doesn't mind being friends with other gods, no one's going to trump Hajime's influence on Rise.

So while there might be an initial smile or surprise and pleasure on her face, once she sees the note, there's a bit of a flat look and a curious raise of an eyebrow.]

Uh... what are you a goddess of?

[Dal Dal...obviously has strong feelings about this subject. Slaine knows better than to state that observation, quietly clearing his throat behind a closed hand when there's a pause in which he assumes she's taking a breath. That was perhaps a little too intense]

If I may...

[He drifts off, watching Dal Dal for a beat. The girl's expectant eyes settle on him, and when he doesn't believe he's getting an objection he squares his shoulders and looks back at her]

If it didn't work out, he must not have been the person you belonged with. And I think...if he let you go, there must be someone else waiting for you.

[Apparently he's more sentimental than he thought he was, because he seems vaguely surprised at himself by the time he's finished with that.

Would that sort of thing even help?]

Edited 2016-05-15 06:28 (UTC)

[Taking a leisurely stroll outside is what's keeping Sheryl from growing hasty. Not that she minds hanging around her fellow gods and shinki, of course, but perhaps she can get a stroke of inspiration to write her songs elsewhere.

So here she is, sauntering about like she owns the damn place (spoiler alert: she doesn't; it's just how she walks, confidence with every step).

The little stand with colorful signs may catch Sheryl's attention — how nice of little kids to help out with the sign, she thinks — but it's the delicious scent of cookies that fills her nostrils. Suddenly, a small bag of them makes its way to her hands, and it's enough to satisfy her sweet tooth.]

That's very nice of you! Thanks.

[She flashes Dal Dal a tiny grin at first, until a note catches her eye enough for her to pluck it out of the bag and read it. Time for a flat look.

... Into the trash, it goes.

She does, however, keep the bag for her to open and pull out a cookie so she can nibble on it.]

These are homemade, right? They taste really good.

Edited 2016-05-16 01:32 (UTC)

[ it turns out to be two minutes and seventeen seconds.

balance and personal space regained, dal dal manages to get her breathing and heartrate back in normal order before twisting around to glare at the bird in what is undoubtedly a very accusatory manner. even though it's clearly not the bird who'd stolen from her, at this point she's convinced you're all against her. ]

You!! Take me to your leader, you dirty thief!! You can't just steal from a god!

[ the young human considers his words, sniffling behind her hands.

dal dal makes a face, hands shifting from her hips to instead fold under her bust. she is still clearly riled up, but there are splotches of pink on her cheeks now that seem to suggest a touch of embarrassment as well. seems even she is aware of how personally she'd taken the situation...

slightly mollified by the girl's sniffling, slaine's gentle tones, dal dal speaks again in a quieter, more subdued manner.

though it'd be inaccurate to say any of her fire has simmered. ]

He doesn't deserve your tears. If he can't give you happiness, then you should find it somewhere else.

[ dal dal puffs up proudly, arms folding under her bust. around them, there is a bit of buzz from those near shore residents who have a bag of cookies in hand. it's not substantial, but it is certainly considerable. ]

Exactly. I'm a Korean Goddess, you know? We're not as well-known around here, so I gotta strategize if I wanna stay in the game.

It's slow-goings, but it's not nothing, [ she admits. it's not like she's pushing a lot of product out there all at once. it still definitely takes a lot of manpower to get the word out, even if she's got her shinki in another part of town doing the exact same thing.

but it's definitely doing better for her than just sitting around doing nothing.

...which is what she had been doing. ]

Next time I'm thinking hard candies!

[He nods along with that. It's nothing to cry over - whoever the guy was, he wasn't the right one. So it's just a matter of finding the one who is, even if that might be difficult for this girl to imagine right now]

It's difficult to see what remains ahead of you, if you're crying.

[At least Slaine can imagine as much would cloud one's vision. And the girl can't look forward if she's too busy looking back at what ought to be behind her now. From the looks of things, whoever put the girl through this wasn't deserving of so much emotion, besides]

[ admittedly, dal dal could afford to be a bit more discriminate with the people she's handing her treats out to, but it's early on enough in the game that quantity will trump quality.

though the flattened look isn't quite appreciated, causing dal dal's own smile to curl a little sharply around the edges. ]

Wind, [ she answers simply. ] Yondung Halmoni, [ comes the name, foreign syllables flowing effortlessly from her tongue.

her eyes flicker down to the cookies, one hand lifting to reach for them again. ]

Enjoying a nice stroll around town...?

[ these chicks and their flat looks...

sheryl's rude gesture only earns a sharp arch of dal dal's brows; it's easy enough to sense a fellow god when she comes across one, and it had admittedly been her own fault for not being so discriminate with her distribution. ]

Of course they do, [ she replies smoothly. confidence with every step.

she allows sheryl a few more nibbles before holding her hand out, palm up. ]

Sorry, for potential followers only.

Hey, that's a good idea! Easy to bag up, plus, they keep better than cookies if you can't get rid of them all first day.

[He winks at her.] Can I recommend a confectioner?

[Since funneling business to his faithful is totally an important part of being a god -- seems like everyone tacks "success in business" onto their prayers to him, when they're in the candy line of work.]

Maybe I should do that too.

You have better luck than I do. I'm an Etruscan deity, and I'm not sure very many people know about that civilization.

[Clearly, enough know about them that she has a shrine, at least. And now that she's been answering prayers, more people will have faith in her, right?]

Have you visited your shrine? [Elsa hasn't, yet. She really should, though.]

[A very long two minutes and seventeen seconds.

But once she's composed Oboro takes a few steps closer, to signify that she has his attention. Although, the god appears nothing but displeased with him. He'd be cautious, then, since her physical calmness didn't seem to imply mental or emotional composure.

The bird would listen passively, cocking it's head to the side with vague inquisition when she finished her accusation. His 'leader' had nothing to do with this, and would likely refuse to help.

However, she was right - a god cannot be stolen from. The bird gave an affirmative click and nodded. He'd help you find the lost item.]

[If Dal Dal expects Sheryl to comply, she'll be in for a disappointment. Returning the bag when it's already been opened, with one of its contents eaten nonetheless, strikes this goddess as very tacky.

And this is the same woman who tossed the note away because she didn't like the tone in that writing...]

Isn't it unprofessional to ask the customer to return the food when they're already taken a bite out of it? [She counters Dal Dal's brow arch with her own, pointing at the sign.] It doesn't mention that it's only for followers. You might want to fix that.

[In an authoritative tone that conveys, "girl, I'm so disappointed in you right now"]

Sorry, but no. I'll be giving these to my shinki as a gift, so I hope you don't mind.

Edited (fixed some words) 2016-05-17 07:08 (UTC)

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BYE BYE BIRDIE (closed)

HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE (prayer #02; closed)

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THESE (attempt at prayer #03; OPEN, with slaine tagging in!)

A DIME A DOZEN (OPEN)

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