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thenearshore2016-11-07 07:58 pm
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[open] how long is forever? sometimes, just one second
Who: Konzen and open
What: Drowning in work, sorrow, and/or drink. Also prayers.
When: May 11-15
Where: A bar, a park, a temple, a stationary store, a karaoke box
Warnings: n/a
[ open ] May 11, morning-afternoon: A Kumamon wedding
[ So things aren't exactly amazing right now. People are disappearing and it's kind of scary and depressing. The best thing to do in such situations is to fall into a familiar routine, and for Konzen, that inevitably involves work. He ramps up his hours at Itoya and obsessively goes through all the prayers he gets and accepts even the most mundane shit. Especially the mundane shit. This one is right up his alley.
A bride-to-be has pleaded for him to help with her wedding invitations. For some reason, this is a task she'd rather entrust to a god rather than a specialist in … whatever the hell invitation writers are called. Fortunately for her, Konzen is both. He doesn't work at the premier stationary shop in Tokyo for nothing.
And look, he's even recruited some help. He'll pay you for it, too. All you have to do is show up at the Itoya and he'll usher you to one of the workrooms where such things are done, and sit you down with several hundred sets of embossed cards, envelopes, RSVP notes and their envelopes, postage, and a specially designed Kumamon ink stamp that the bride wants placed just so on each of the invitations. You'd better practice getting the ink placement perfectly, because Konzen's a pro at this sort of thing, and he'll let you know exactly what he thinks if you suck. ]
[ open ] May 13, evening: Are you serious about karaoke?
[ And a couple days later, and he's still at it. Prayers, that is. Today it's some kind of assignment at a place that's called a 'karaoke box.' Konzen is familiar with the concept, but has never actually been to one, himself. He shows up at the place after work and waits outside. He's been told that someone else is supposed to work with him on this, which is just as well.
There's an almost-ayakashi thing that's been hanging around the place for a few weeks and the owner of the establishment has finally pled to the gods to help get rid of it. Honestly, it sounds pretty benign, but it's bad for business when rumors go around that the place is haunted. From what Konzen understands, the spirit just wants to go out with a good song. Who doesn't, right? It's not the fault of the dead that all the customers who've been frequenting the karaoke box are tone deaf.
Hopefully, whoever arrives to help Konzen has a good voice. Because Konzen's in no mood to sing. Or so he thinks. ]
[ closed: Youji ] May 11, evening: The best counselor ever
[ It's been a couple days now but it has really yet to sink in that Tenpou and Kenren have disappeared, possibly forever, into the nether. Or wherever the fuck people go after the undead-life of a god-turned-pseudo god. If Konzen were the optimistic sort, he might think that they've finally moved on as they right well should have to begin with, on to samsara, the next cycle of life. Nowadays, he's wondering if everything he's learned about life is just bullshit. Whatever. It's not exactly good to mull over things you know nothing about.
He surprises himself by agreeing to go out with Kudou Youji, that guy he met at the picnic shortly after the whole Seiten Taisei debacle. The guy kind of reminds him of a darker and edgier version of Kenren for some weird reason, which might be why he simultaneously likes and dislikes him. Konzen doesn't really think this is a contradiction.
Anyway. So here he is. Bar Remembrance, this place is called. That's a pretty dumb name, he thinks to himself, as he opens the door and finds his way to the bar. Though for a stupidly named place, it looks comfortable and well stocked. Apparently they're known for their excellent sake collection, but Konzen doesn't know that. ]
[ closed: Sanzang ] May 12, morning: A better counselor, maybe
[ He comes to the park sometimes to train. Or more like swing his naginata around like he knows what he's doing. Though actually, he is getting better at this. You can't practice this much and learn absolutely nothing, after all. He'd probably do better if he had a proper teacher, but he hasn't really felt like looking for one. His mind has been occupied mostly by work, and caring for the kids, and more work. Better to fill your head with things so you don't have to remember the gaps that are there in your heart.
He carries Haru in his naginata form, walking through the park to find the clearing that he knows is just beyond the trees right there. He pushes through the branches and then stops. ]
Oh.
[ Genjo Sanzo. The other one. ]
Sorry, I didn't realize someone else was here...
[ closed: Hakkai ] May 13, afternoon: A familiar face, sort of
[ He sent a brief text asking if he could talk. Konzen's not exactly sure what about, but for some reason he thinks that he should tell someone about it from … that faction? He's not even sure what to call them anymore. And given how Hakkai seems to be the one who's got himself the most together (at least outwardly), he figures he should probably talk to him, first.
It's been a few days since they disappeared, and maybe Konzen is a little calmer now. The rising sense of panic doesn't seem to come as often, though it could be because Konzen's kept himself busy twenty-four-seven since it happened. He put off contacting Hakkai until now, but it needs to be done. And so he arrives at the temple of Dionysus (still as tacky as ever) and takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. ]
[ closed: Omi ] May 14, evening: Sometimes, you just wanna shoot something
It's a little messed up (and yet somehow not all too surprising) that even the kids are more talented at killing things than Konzen is. He's not exactly sure he wants to know why Omi is so skilled with projectile weapons, but anyway. Maybe that's a conversation for another time.
What he does know is that he's good at it, and Konzen is not. An offer was made and accepted. Somewhere down the line, maybe Konzen will actually have a skill set that will be handy the next time he has to face down a jello monster or a large winged dragon that spews fire from its mouth. When you're a god in this heaven, you never know what the fuck you'll encounter.
He sits on a bench in the park, examining the darts Omi has laid out.
"Where did you even get this stuff from?" he asks somewhat curiously. It's obviously not his shinki weapon.
[ closed: Goku ] May 15: Lost
[ It's a little rough, hiding your sorrow from the one person who would understand it most. Goku didn't know Tenpou and Kenren like he used to, but he must be sad about it all the same. That's just the kind of person he is. Even back in heaven (their heaven), it's not like they knew each other for so long. But bonds like that, they form quickly and forever. And it doesn't matter if the memories are gone. Like Konzen promised him the first day they met here, he will remember for the both of them. And now, more than ever, it is true.
He tries not to talk about it. Maybe that just makes it worse. Goku might have noticed that Konzen has been busier than ever, diving in head-first with work and prayers and training and so on. Today is no different.
And like all the prayers he accepts, Konzen puts a lot of diligence into it, no matter how small the request. This time, it's a prayer for a lost puppy. Konzen has printed out the pup's picture. He's a small fluffy looking thing (a "Maltese" apparently). When they arrive in the neighborhood where the dog was last seen, Konzen hands Goku the picture. ]
His name is Moshi. The owner told me he likes the smell of pancakes and bacon.
What: Drowning in work, sorrow, and/or drink. Also prayers.
When: May 11-15
Where: A bar, a park, a temple, a stationary store, a karaoke box
Warnings: n/a
[ open ] May 11, morning-afternoon: A Kumamon wedding
[ So things aren't exactly amazing right now. People are disappearing and it's kind of scary and depressing. The best thing to do in such situations is to fall into a familiar routine, and for Konzen, that inevitably involves work. He ramps up his hours at Itoya and obsessively goes through all the prayers he gets and accepts even the most mundane shit. Especially the mundane shit. This one is right up his alley.
A bride-to-be has pleaded for him to help with her wedding invitations. For some reason, this is a task she'd rather entrust to a god rather than a specialist in … whatever the hell invitation writers are called. Fortunately for her, Konzen is both. He doesn't work at the premier stationary shop in Tokyo for nothing.
And look, he's even recruited some help. He'll pay you for it, too. All you have to do is show up at the Itoya and he'll usher you to one of the workrooms where such things are done, and sit you down with several hundred sets of embossed cards, envelopes, RSVP notes and their envelopes, postage, and a specially designed Kumamon ink stamp that the bride wants placed just so on each of the invitations. You'd better practice getting the ink placement perfectly, because Konzen's a pro at this sort of thing, and he'll let you know exactly what he thinks if you suck. ]
[ open ] May 13, evening: Are you serious about karaoke?
[ And a couple days later, and he's still at it. Prayers, that is. Today it's some kind of assignment at a place that's called a 'karaoke box.' Konzen is familiar with the concept, but has never actually been to one, himself. He shows up at the place after work and waits outside. He's been told that someone else is supposed to work with him on this, which is just as well.
There's an almost-ayakashi thing that's been hanging around the place for a few weeks and the owner of the establishment has finally pled to the gods to help get rid of it. Honestly, it sounds pretty benign, but it's bad for business when rumors go around that the place is haunted. From what Konzen understands, the spirit just wants to go out with a good song. Who doesn't, right? It's not the fault of the dead that all the customers who've been frequenting the karaoke box are tone deaf.
Hopefully, whoever arrives to help Konzen has a good voice. Because Konzen's in no mood to sing. Or so he thinks. ]
[ closed: Youji ] May 11, evening: The best counselor ever
[ It's been a couple days now but it has really yet to sink in that Tenpou and Kenren have disappeared, possibly forever, into the nether. Or wherever the fuck people go after the undead-life of a god-turned-pseudo god. If Konzen were the optimistic sort, he might think that they've finally moved on as they right well should have to begin with, on to samsara, the next cycle of life. Nowadays, he's wondering if everything he's learned about life is just bullshit. Whatever. It's not exactly good to mull over things you know nothing about.
He surprises himself by agreeing to go out with Kudou Youji, that guy he met at the picnic shortly after the whole Seiten Taisei debacle. The guy kind of reminds him of a darker and edgier version of Kenren for some weird reason, which might be why he simultaneously likes and dislikes him. Konzen doesn't really think this is a contradiction.
Anyway. So here he is. Bar Remembrance, this place is called. That's a pretty dumb name, he thinks to himself, as he opens the door and finds his way to the bar. Though for a stupidly named place, it looks comfortable and well stocked. Apparently they're known for their excellent sake collection, but Konzen doesn't know that. ]
[ closed: Sanzang ] May 12, morning: A better counselor, maybe
[ He comes to the park sometimes to train. Or more like swing his naginata around like he knows what he's doing. Though actually, he is getting better at this. You can't practice this much and learn absolutely nothing, after all. He'd probably do better if he had a proper teacher, but he hasn't really felt like looking for one. His mind has been occupied mostly by work, and caring for the kids, and more work. Better to fill your head with things so you don't have to remember the gaps that are there in your heart.
He carries Haru in his naginata form, walking through the park to find the clearing that he knows is just beyond the trees right there. He pushes through the branches and then stops. ]
Oh.
[ Genjo Sanzo. The other one. ]
Sorry, I didn't realize someone else was here...
[ closed: Hakkai ] May 13, afternoon: A familiar face, sort of
[ He sent a brief text asking if he could talk. Konzen's not exactly sure what about, but for some reason he thinks that he should tell someone about it from … that faction? He's not even sure what to call them anymore. And given how Hakkai seems to be the one who's got himself the most together (at least outwardly), he figures he should probably talk to him, first.
It's been a few days since they disappeared, and maybe Konzen is a little calmer now. The rising sense of panic doesn't seem to come as often, though it could be because Konzen's kept himself busy twenty-four-seven since it happened. He put off contacting Hakkai until now, but it needs to be done. And so he arrives at the temple of Dionysus (still as tacky as ever) and takes a deep breath before knocking on the door. ]
[ closed: Omi ] May 14, evening: Sometimes, you just wanna shoot something
It's a little messed up (and yet somehow not all too surprising) that even the kids are more talented at killing things than Konzen is. He's not exactly sure he wants to know why Omi is so skilled with projectile weapons, but anyway. Maybe that's a conversation for another time.
What he does know is that he's good at it, and Konzen is not. An offer was made and accepted. Somewhere down the line, maybe Konzen will actually have a skill set that will be handy the next time he has to face down a jello monster or a large winged dragon that spews fire from its mouth. When you're a god in this heaven, you never know what the fuck you'll encounter.
He sits on a bench in the park, examining the darts Omi has laid out.
"Where did you even get this stuff from?" he asks somewhat curiously. It's obviously not his shinki weapon.
[ closed: Goku ] May 15: Lost
[ It's a little rough, hiding your sorrow from the one person who would understand it most. Goku didn't know Tenpou and Kenren like he used to, but he must be sad about it all the same. That's just the kind of person he is. Even back in heaven (their heaven), it's not like they knew each other for so long. But bonds like that, they form quickly and forever. And it doesn't matter if the memories are gone. Like Konzen promised him the first day they met here, he will remember for the both of them. And now, more than ever, it is true.
He tries not to talk about it. Maybe that just makes it worse. Goku might have noticed that Konzen has been busier than ever, diving in head-first with work and prayers and training and so on. Today is no different.
And like all the prayers he accepts, Konzen puts a lot of diligence into it, no matter how small the request. This time, it's a prayer for a lost puppy. Konzen has printed out the pup's picture. He's a small fluffy looking thing (a "Maltese" apparently). When they arrive in the neighborhood where the dog was last seen, Konzen hands Goku the picture. ]
His name is Moshi. The owner told me he likes the smell of pancakes and bacon.
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[He shrugs a little and takes another drink.]
Age difference alone makes it a little difficult for me to believe either of those things. So I'm just curious.
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Hn. Curious about connections between strangers?
[ Maybe it's just random nosiness. If it was just a conversational thing to be social, Konzen wouldn't know a thing about it. ]
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It's called Sociology. Big deal in my homeland.
[Which is at least a grain of truth, just not the whole reason he wants to know.]
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Do you see the connections, even if you didn't want to?
[ Konzen wouldn't. What bother. ]
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Yep. Can't turn the darn thing off.
[ He shrugs too for effect. It's not as intrusive an ability as the one he actually has. ]
It's not as bad as it could be - since not everyone knows each other. Sounds like yours is nothing like that, huh?
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Not exactly.
[ He can't quite define what his own ability is, really. Just that it sometimes affects people. Just not the same way as it does with animals. ]
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[ He finishes off his drink and sets it down on the table. ]
Well, good luck with everything. I'm out to drink my way down the street.
[ And chat up everyone he meets along the way. So he stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets. ]
Maybe I'll see you around again.