When the guidepost is away...

[tossmealifeline]

WHO: Yatogami and you!
WHAT: Exploring the ship, meeting new people
WHEN: Rest of November
WHERE: All over the place

[Note: Yato has some passive powers at play because he’s a god. Unless he draws attention to himself he cannot be noticed by humans who don’t have some sort of connection with him. They will also not remember his name nor the fact he was part of an interaction until they have a connection. Other creatures though, are fair game. If you have questions don’t hesitate to ask.]

To say he was disoriented when he opened his eyes was a bit an understatement. Yato opened his eyes and found himself resting comfortably on a couch of some kind. He couldn’t remember. He was fighting and then... did he die?

He drew in a deep breath and let out a low, pained groan. It didn’t feel like he was dead. Yato sat up slowly, he could already tell under his clothes he was bandaged in a few places. That didn’t stop him from unzipping his track shirt and pulling his t-shirt away to look down. He could feel another up under the fringe of his hair. Bandages, no blight. Okay, he could work with that.

“Rekki!” He called, holding out his hand, presumably to catch something and...nothing.

I. Deck

Catching Yato early in his voyage around the vessel would have him looking around and calling out for someone. “Kazuma?”

At both ends of the deck he’d hold out his hand and call again. “Rekki!”

Nothing. Absolutely disappointing. “Bishamon is going to kill me.” He muttered under his breath.

Presumably, those he would run into would be humans he had yet to draw their attention and he would offer a smile. “Hello!” He greeted, literally out of nowhere. “Don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy, about twenty, glasses?” Hopefully he wouldn’t startle them too much.

II. Fate’s Design

“How can you be so stupid and eat all my chips!” Yato lamented, using his fist to pound lightly on the slot machine, like it’s the slot machine’s fault he’s just unlucky. It was a good thing there were many chips in abundance really.

“I swear, if she’s thinking of me right now-” He banged on the slot machine again as he lost, again. It was somewhat noisy and easy to attract people’s attention like that at he rate he was going.

III. Atrium

It was there that Yato was melting into the background, collecting his thoughts while perched on a banister. How it was he got in that exact position might be a mystery.

Humans wouldn’t catch sight of him sitting there, drooped with exhaustion and his brow furrowed in worry.

IV. Everywhere Else

This was a less than ideal situation really, he appeared to be trapped on a ship disconnected from everything the best he could tell and completely unarmed. Again.

Yato had on his biggest smile in that moment. He didn’t have a pen or paper in hand, nor did he have a phone number that he knew of so it was going to have to be old school.

He would approach everyone and anyone, no matter what they were doing. “Hi!” He chirped brightly. “I’m Yato, local god of fortune, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

Yato was very much not in the mood for this. He was tired, his body ached and this was not the best day. All the same, he would do his best to smile and engage the public, seeking out human connections.

Comments

deck.

[decrypter]

The deck's the best place to write when she needs fresh air, when her own cabin becomes too stifling for thought. Curled up on one of the chairs, slate and stylus with her, Helena jots down her ideas - fragmented thoughts, concepts she wants to turn into poems, everything she needs to deal with by having it in front of her. Thus, someone slipping past her notice feels like a personal fault, that she'd not be on guard enough to notice him.

At a voice that came without so much as a footstep, she jerks, shutting the notebook so quickly she gives herself a papercut. His question, she tries to keep smiling politely through, however, embarrassed to be so out of it.

"Perhaps, as there are a number of young men here. What does your friend sound like?"

Appearances are useless for her to know, but if the stranger can describe a voice, then they'll have something to start with.

[tossmealifeline]

What did Kazuma sound like? Yato had to think about it for a moment. It wasn't as though his interactions with him were the same he would take with people if he needed to.

"He's overly polite, probably." He was guessing a little bit. "Kinda formal speech compared to most people."

Looking for someone who could blend in like he could might be a fool's errand.

[decrypter]

"And his voice? Is there anything of note there?"

Speech patterns were decent enough, but it's the little things she needs. Now with her own demeanor under control, she can turn her head his direction to be more polite, focused in his direction.

IV -ish.

[konpeito_aji]

[Nobunaga Oda bows.]

[This is a phenomenally rare thing for anyone who knows his history. It was the prize for winning the sumo contest he formally oversaw. It's not something he does normally and all the foreigners on the ship don't understand its significance at all, but the unprecedented events don't stop there.]

You did it, god.

I'm in your debt. I'm hardly the humble servant a divine being could ask for, but I am the one you've gotten now.

[Done what? Also. This is STILL Nobunaga Oda: who declared war on the gods once...]

[Just making sure that's not forgotten.]

[tossmealifeline]

[ If it was at all possible for a God to waver and fall into temptation this would be the moment. He's being offered reverence and a free worshipper from a guy he talked to about his problems. He's so incredibly tempted to take all the credit and get a head start. He can sense that he's completely earnest in his praise and as much as Yato would like to hear that someday, it feels incredibly hollow if he hasn't earned it.

There was definitely a time he would've taken all the credit but Yukine was never going to forgive him if he did something like that. He's desperate, but not enough to give up on being a god of fortune, and so he has little choice. ]

Ah...well. [ He held up a hand slightly. ] I wish I could take credit for solving your problem, but it wasn't me.

[ Acting with principles takes so much longer and is kind of the worst. ]

[konpeito_aji]

[His face just goes instantly stern. He's not sure what the god is playing at, but --]

That's impossible.

[Gods are impossible. Magic isn't real. Superpowers and levitation--]

[But even so, gods are not omniscient, they have laws they abide by, and Nobunaga just doesn't understand them at all.] The person I wanted, I told you to talk to, and now he has his body back. What else could have done it?

Everywhere else

[redlightgreenlight]

[ooc: Valdis isn't human. Feel free to check out her app or fill out her permissions if interested.]

Sitting in the lounge, reading one of John Watson's mysteries isn't the place Valdis expected to be bothered by a man claiming to be a god. Despite the smile on his face and his cheerful greeting, he's putting on a façade. And beyond that? She's not interested and tries to shut down her empathetic awareness completely.

"I hate gods." She replies simply.

[tossmealifeline]

In his defense, everything has gone to hell in a handbasket.

Yato's smile didn't waver however. "Yeah, I've heard that before." He joked lightly.

"But if you ever think of anything you need, take a chance on me!"

[redlightgreenlight]

She sets down her book, arching a brow at him and his smile. He's weary, but still pushing through.

"Well, you are certainly the cheeriest god I've ever met. God of fortune you said? Is that good fortune or bad fortune?"

iv

[skaikru]

And decidedly this takes place in Sand Dollars, the little cozy coffee shop in which Clarke Griffin's recently become comfortable in. She's at a small round table, maybe half a cup of coffee gone cold to her right, and a copy of Jurassic Park held open in her left. Not that she's really reading, the words on the page are just there and her mind continually wandering past them. Picturesque example of open and accepting company? Not so much. Mildly affronted at being interrupted? There's certainly a crease in the eyebrow and suspicious sneer around the mouth.

But upon that introduction, she closes her book and leans back in her seat. Fortune, huh?

"Are you a... real god? False god, disgraced god, wannabe god, narcissistic complex sort of 'god'?"

It is still absolutely wild to her — a full fledged apocalypse wardog that never even prayed to the tree a portion of her elders did — that there's such a thing as gods. Real, tangible, and looking a lot like humans for the most part. Wilder still that she's now met enough of them that clarifying seems the first logical step.

[tossmealifeline]

Yato didn't look like he was bothered by her expression of mild annoyance. It was pretty typical, people always moved about their daily lives and if he wasn't outgoing or persistent, he'd fade away into nothing.

As it was, he had his brightest customer service smile in place.

"I'm a real god." He answered easily. "I exist to fulfil the wishes of humans."

3

[millay]

Maeve is out as part of her daily walk, frowning slightly as she spots someone that seems to be upset and tired. She's never seen him before, which means he must be new.

"Hello, darling. Is everything quite all right?" She carefully steps closer, keeping an eye on the person in front of her. "My name is Maeve. Do you need help?"

[tossmealifeline]

Yato was perched rather precariously, a human might've worried they were going to fall. For him, a tumble wasn't something to be worried about. He'd been lost in thought a moment, openly worrying about what he last remembered, wondering how it turned out.

He was not expecting to be approached, particularly because he'd mostly seen humans milling about and it was easy to blend into the background.

The interruption to his thoughts startled him and he sat up a bit more, offering a smile that was a little more like a grimace thanks to the lingering injuries and he thought for a moment - she can see me - before he offered his most cheerful greeting.

"I'm Yato, a god of fortune, nice to meet you! The question is, is there anything I can help you with?"

That was believable...right?

Atrium

[midnightroads]

Surprise, Yato, the man coming down the stairs very, very much is capable of noticing you…he is, after all, a demigod in his own right, by the standards of his world. So it’s with a little concern that he approached.

“Dude, you look like you’re having a time of it. You new?”

[tossmealifeline]

Yato wasn't expecting to be noticed, of course, and since someone did notice him that was strange. He didn't know if they were just an exceptionally perceptive human or not.

He sat up straight and offered a bit of a tight smile. "It's my first time around here." He believed he was there for a reason.

"I'm Yato, god of fortune. Is there anything I can help you with?"

i. deck

[decohere]

Typically she's overly aware of her surroundings and anyone within her immediate vicinity, even while it appears she's busy. Like at the moment, as she's scribbling away in her puzzle book at a quiet little table upon the deck, positioned just out of the glaring sun.

When suddenly somebody is within her range and it doesn't make sense because she should have noticed the change in shadows how the hell did they sneak up on her, she's the one that does the sneaking around here thank you very much. Ava flickers, startled, her pencil slipping quite literally through her intangible fingers and clattering upon the table, rolling dangerously toward to the edge. And then she vanishes.

Mostly embarrassed. But still right there in her chair. Just give her a moment. "Who? No."

[tossmealifeline]

He had excellent reflexes and he moved to catch the pencil once she vanished and set it back so it wouldn't roll away, just in case. He was surprised that she answered him when she'd completely disappeared.

"His name is Kazuma...sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

Everywhere else

[sanctus_dei]

[The young man Yato approaches is simply staring out over the water from the deck, arms folded over the railing. His gaze is a million miles away somewhere else though, because when Yato says something it snaps him back to reality with a start. There's a moment of confusion as Theo clears his head and gives Yato a narrow-eyed look.]

I-- what?

[Did he say "god of fortune"?]

Fortune? How lucky can you be if you're on this boat?

[A slightly snide question, but a little earnest too.]

[tossmealifeline]

[ Ah the disbelieving expression, Yato's smile doesn't waver at all. ]

I can bring you good luck by helping fulfil your wishes!

[ He's very unlucky on his own, but that's neither here nor there. He's trying his best. ]

deck

[ss_buttcrack]

"Gah!" He's startled at the sudden appearance, nearly jumping out of his skin. Usually, he's not quite this level of jumpy but he did get murdered twice last month. That tends to put a man on edge.

"Don't do that to a guy. Jesus."

[tossmealifeline]

"Sorry about that!" Yato was a little sorry, but not really. There was little he could do about surprising people.

"So...have you seen someone like that by chance?"

[1/2] IV.

[nyktifanis]

( yato will stumble upon two people this time. )

That's wonderful to hear.

( pollux speaks as yato finishes, eyes lighting up as the faint silhouette of starts flicker from her body before disappearing into thin air. to find another god on this vessel is always a good thing which means that they can work together for the betterment of those here who are unable to protect themselves. though, there's something off with him, or it could be that that's just her worries getting the best of her. )

It's nice to have other gods that can be relied on.

( she reaches out her hand towards the other, waiting for him to take it as she starts first. ) I am Pollux.

( to her side, she spares a glance to her brother so he knows that it's his turn (to embarrass them).)

[2/2]

[mikraitios]

( Castor only spares a cursory glance to Yato's introduction, apparently not too interested in hearing it until Pollux deigns to acknowledge him—then, it's her that he watches introduce herself. As always, she's bright and warm in her introduction, immediately welcoming to the other god. Castor has no real reason to be too interested in this guy though; if there's anything this ship has shown him, it's that even those who go by the names of gods need to prove themselves worthy of such a title. His attention flickers back to Yato only for a moment before returning to his sister. )

Castor.

III

[tempingainteasy]

Well now. There's something about this guy that gets April's attention. Couldn't tell you what, but it's curious. So April approaches, and leans against the banister.

The thing about April's particular brand of passive anonymity is that it's not limited to one species. Too many other monsters where April's from, after all. It also relies on assumptions and expectations, and how one thinks about the crowd around them, and April does their best to come off as human at first pass.

Which is to say, is Yato the kind of god who pays attention to all life around him? Would he pay attention to the presence of any human in the crowd, in the background? Or is he comfortable enough in his own forgetability to assume that anyone human or human-adjacent couldn't possibly notice him, and April is just another nobody in that group?

[tossmealifeline]

While Yato had some level of cognizance of the life around him, even for a god it would be too much to keep track of everything at a high level of detail. He relied on people's perceptions to blend into the background and that applied to humans at least, as far as he knew.

He wasn't nearly as powerful as all of that.

At the moment, he was relying on his anonymity to decompress and get lost in thought and for the moment he hadn't noticed April at all. He should be paying attention because if Bishamonten could get her hands on him at the moment, she certainly would.