The World of the Living

Who: Youji & Hibari
When: [TBD]
Where: The Near Shore
What: Killing animals is not cool, dude.


"This is something that interests you, right?"

Youji points out a damaged animal pen as they approach the farmhouse where the prayer originated. Claw marks and blood spatters dot the posts and chicken wire is piled up all around after being dragged away. Life calling, things that give pleasure-- closely enough related for Hedone to get involved, Youji assumed.

Hibari seemed like he'd be well enough at home in a menagerie, so Youji was going to see if giving him a goal to fulfill or something to focus on helped. At all. In any way. Maybe this guy's own care for animals would strike some sort of human connection between them?

He pushed the door open, letting Hibari walk in first.

"I wonder what animals he was raising...?" he muttered. "Prayer wasn't that specific, though they can't have been too wild, if they weren't able to fight off whatever is in these woods..."

He wasn't expecting a prayer chosen to engage Hibari would also get his inner detective worked up, but it was what it was. He wasn't planning on going after the beast; having fought psychics, he thought that should be good for a lifetime exemption from animals with teeth and/or claws.

Who: Youji + you
What: Emotional hangover, some god power exploration...
When: Slightly backdated, June 1-3 as needed
Where: Outside his home, let's be flexible.
Warnings: Not so far. Will update as it becomes necessary.

June 1

[It's not really 'liquid courage' if you don't need courage in the first place, but there you go.

Youji is seated in an outdoor cafe area, it is barely past noon, but there's a bottle of wine on the table and he should probably, probably look for someone to share it with, because otherwise he will drink the whole thing. He's got enough in his system to dull his thoughts, but his reflexes are fast behind and if he's talking between glasses...

So to someone at the next table or just passing by (i.e., you), he lifts the bottle as if to pour, and smiles sheepishly.]

I have a spare glass, too... this is too much for one person.

June 2

[Back in that same cafe area... now he's got coffee instead of alcohol. Must have been a rough morning.

He's also got a sketchbook out in front of him, and few scattered pages are ripped and balled up around him. He starts to sketch, but is clearly frustrated by something, and when he's not ripping out more pages, he's very vigorously scribbling over drawings of these three women. He isn't the best artist, but he was passable enough to teach it credibly.]

Meditations on... what, exactly, am I doing? Wish I had that painting to destroy, now...

June 3

[Surprisingly enough, he's back in the same spot. He's already turned the waitress away twice, though, as he checks under the table and all the chairs, looking frantically for something.]

I know I've ripped it half to shreds by this point but is this any way to...

[He knocks a few balled up papers and swears as he bends over to pick them all up.]

Where is my damn sketchbook?