come_sailaway | When the guidepost is away...

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When the guidepost is away...

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.

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Oh, yeah, her own smile melted right around the death speech. And now Clarke's features buckle back into wary regard.

"...There are other gods here. And magicians who can kill them." He hasn't served her up any real slight, but damn is it a sour thing to be reminded of the frailty of humans against bigger things out in the world. How could any of them really hope to land even a glancing blow against the Captain when he could subjugate and contain gods without being one himself?

And, funny thing, there is someone with that sought name on board. But not the right one, and Clarke's never met him so.

"But no, I've never met anyone named Hiyori."

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."

That was worse news. There were people that could kill him, and he wouldn't reincarnate if he didn't have a lifeline. That made this place infinitely more dangerous.

Yato scoffed lightly in his own bit of frustration. He needed to find a lifeline. He was sure of that.

"This day.." He cut himself off. He couldn't do anything about the situation unarmed, for sure, if he could do anything at all.

“I mean, it’s the Captain who brought us all here. This whole thing is his creation. His little pocket realm.” Bash…isn’t entirely impressed with it, but it’s still more than he can do on his own.

She fades back into view, acting like a cat that totally didn't get caught wiping out from a jump, reaching for her pencil. Twirling it between her totally solid fingers. Very cool and very calm. "Doesn't sound familiar," Ava hardly knows most people aboard, not personally, despite being around from nearly the beginning. But she hears plenty of rumors and gossip and names thrown around, and that's not one of them.

"How'd you do that?" she asks. Because clearly he did something and it wasn't just her missing somebody sneaking up on her because Ava doesn't miss such a thing.

He wasn't sure what to make of that even knowing the answer and he was quiet a moment.

"That's one thing answered, at least. It's a strange thing to wake up to." Yato answered.

"...sucks?" Clarke offers, after an appropriately long pause on the tail end of Yato cutting himself off. And if that descriptor lands, she gets it.

Really, she does.

Cold with strangers, and too intense with casual acquaintances doesn't equate her to outright heartless. Frustration is a close cousin to desperation, though she doesn't know where that line is drawn with the being sitting across from her. Or exactly how to proceed here; different metrics of dire still seems to have lead them to the same result, and that is: this boat fucking sucks.

Then, tentatively: "If you want to tell me about your friend, I'll keep an eye out. Not often, but sometimes people show up in pairs." Yuri and Flynn, Castor and Pollux, Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach... Maybe even Sharky and Pratt, sometimes it's hard to keep track.

Yato chuckled lightly at her suggestion and nodded his agreement. "Yeah, sucks works." He's had worse days, but not many that were nearly so confusing.

He thought about it, and it wouldn't hurt to do so. He'd like a chance to connect with Yukine, but the odds of him speaking to him right then were pretty low considering everything.

"She's sixteen. She has long brown hair and often falls over, fast asleep." Yato said, because to humans that's what they interpreted her projection walking. "She knows who I am. She-" Promised. "She just does, and she's my follower and it would be really important for me to talk to her."

He didn't know how he was going to explain anything to her about what happened but Yato would just like to see her again.

Yato was beginning to think he was alone and unarmed in a strange place. That wasn't good.

He blinked at the question and leaned against a wall. Partly, it was because he needed the support after what he'd been through prior to waking up. "How did I do what?"

“Yeah, it is. This is my second dimensional kidnapping. It doesn’t get easier, though.”

He nods sympathetically, leaning on the railing near where Yato is perched.

"To sneak up with that degree of effectiveness is a deliberate skill, not accidental, so your denial isn't going to work here," Ava points her pencil at him.

"And also wasn't necessary. But you're new, yeah?" So she can't blame anyone for being wary.

"Oh that." Yato laughed a little bit because he hadn't really considered it a skill.

"I'm a god. My name is Yato." He told her. "It's hard for humans to notice me, like any of the gods really, but we're always around. It's like...blending into the background."

"The different dimension is new." Yato commented but he sighed and dropped his leg down, balancing on his hands to bring himself to a seated position.

"There are humans about though...maybe I can be of help to them."

Interesting.

"No, it doesn't solve everything." But sometimes it was a necessary evil. "Are you really a god?"

If so, she'd prefer to keep her empathy as close as possible. The kind of emotions and weight a real god might carry around are not something she'd want to feel. Surface, yes, but deeper ones, definitely not.

[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.]

It's not that she's skeptical, given who she's already met, been told certain things. It's that she doesn't know how quite to say that maybe it's not the best thing to be announcing to anyone off the cuff, and internally just hopes this man - Yato, he said his name was - will be fine after declaring such a thing.

"As you wish. I'm Helena - it's very nice to meet you, Mr. Yato." Wait. "Lord Yato?"

How does one properly address a god? Pollux had been so informal...

"Colloquially one might call me an android. Artificial intelligence? I do not suggest robot as the others do get very upset about that one and there's no need for someone to cause you physical harm when you already seem quite...unwell." She's careful to make sure there is no question about robot as a term. It isn't that she cares, but the others do and she would prefer them not to have to deal with it.

She's quiet for a moment. "It's less the possession and more the after effects. We're no longer possessed. When we died, that severed their ties to us." She studies him for a moment. "Do they have to ask you themselves? I suppose they might. And they might not appreciate someone asking on their behalf, but there are...quite a few that are feeling...at a loss. If you can do as you say you can."

Skill or not, that's all she needs to confirm that she's not getting sloppy and distracted. "Hm," Ava responds. "Maybe gods from your world, then. There's others here," and she's noticed them, at least the ones that have announced themselves as such. But she's not close to any to claim to be an expert in the subject.

But she prefers to blend into the background herself, and frowns at her book that has fluttered shut. "Ava. I'm nobody."

As much as he likes the sound of Lord Yato, no one really called him that. He just smiled.

"Just Yato's fine." Helena, he'd remember that.

He wasn't concerned about what people might say to hear he was a god, clearly.

He knew all about necessary evils, but he'd really rather find other solutions if he could.

"Yes, I'm a god. I was born from a human's wish." Yato answered, which was probably a good warning because he would have a lot beneath the surface.

"Android is fine then. I'm not really looking for a fight." Yato said honestly, and he wasn't. He felt like he was half dead already, but sometimes that was the prime time for someone to attack him.

"Well..." Yato thought about that. "Part of what we do is listen, so I mean...I can do that but I'm not nearly as good at offering comfort like a human would be. Humans look out for each other. They have to because gods can't get that close to them."

He had a bit of a faraway look in his eyes.

[ 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. ]

"That's really different." Yato said as he considered that. Did gods of other worlds have different rules? That could be very interesting, he'll have to look into that.

"You're not nobody, you're Ava." Yato corrected. "Is there a wish I can help you with?"

What, like a genie or something?

[Theo looks around, though the deck is mostly empty at the moment.]

If you could grant wishes, wouldn't most people just ask to not be here anymore? Go back wherever they came from?

I'm not a genie. People pray to god for help with their problems and then we do what we can.

[ Some of them do anyway. Yato can't afford to turn down requests. ]

I've heard that wish. I'm working on it.

[ Sort of. He isn't sure how to do it yet. ]

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