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come_sailaway2022-11-19 03:57 am
tossmealifeline) wrote in come_sailaway2022-11-19 03:57 am
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.
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.
Everywhere else
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.
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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!"
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"Well, you are certainly the cheeriest god I've ever met. God of fortune you said? Is that good fortune or bad fortune?"
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"Good fortune." Yato said, his tone not changing at all. It wasn't deception, he was trying to make that come true, even if it wasn't working out yet.
"I'm willing to hear any wish and do my best to fulfill it."
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"Any wish? That seems like a dangerous offer."
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He didn't think any harm would come to him, so he didn't really consider the offer to be dangerous and no one had ever told him that before.
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She could also think of several other examples. Perhaps this 'god' is like other gods after all and doesn't care who gets hurt in pursuit of their goal.
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"I would probably reject their wish."
Greater gods could afford to do that, he couldn't, but at the same time he didn't think Yukine would forgive him if he accepted those wishes again.
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"I suppose that's better than 'yes'. A little more grey then. What if a child asked you to kill their abusive father? Is that a wish you would grant?"
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"It's not a long-term solution." He answered instead, evading the question slightly. "What was done can't be undone."
"Everyone thinks death solves everything when it doesn't."
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"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.
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"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.
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"In your world it's the humans who create the gods?" The words are followed by a laugh, not at him, but more at the idea that humans had that kind of power, and perhaps a bit relief.
"If the humans could create their own gods on my world, well...the world would be far more chaotic, but at least they would be on equal footing."
It was likely more complicated than that, but the thought...well, Valdis can appreciate the idea.
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"The gods live and die by the will of humans. There's little risk for the major deities but smaller gods need to find people to keep them alive."
He was one of the latter.
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An unfortunate fact of life, but it explained why Yato felt different from anyone else she had encountered. His very 'life' was different.
Valdis gestured to the seat across from her, "You might as well take a break, you look exhausted."
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He pushed off the wall and took the seat as offered. "I'm not that tired."
"I want people to think of me as a god of fortune, but for that they need to know me."
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She said, crossing her legs and settling back for what was suddenly a much more interesting conversation.
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"It isn't permitted." Yato said simply. "That's pretty universal, all the way to to the top. Contact is to be limited with the denizens of the Near Shore." He pointed upward as he spoke.
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Seemed like a rule meant to be broken, but Valdis, despite being an apex being, has no delusions of being a God. Besides, rules don't apply to her in her world.
"Also, we aren't on your world, do the same rules apply?"
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He tilted his head slightly when he looked at her. "I'm not sure why they wouldn't? No matter where we are, the living still need to live."
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Her gaze dropped a moment. "I suppose the living do need to live. You may find the group on the Serena Eterna to be a rather unique bunch, however."
Being a creature of death, well, Valdis cannot comment much on the idea of protecting humans from the call of the afterlife.
"So, what wishes are you comfortable granting?"
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"I'd like to avoid killing, but outside of that..." He smiled. "Can't really think of anything offhand I wouldn't grant."
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"Ok. How do you grant wishes. Does it have to be a physical thing? Can it be like an idea? Is there magic involved?"
It might be tempting to ask for something he can't give, but it's far more interesting to ask for something difficult, or nearly impossible. Though, one thing she can think of might be amusing to watch him scramble for.
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"Magic? Not usually. Most people ask for help with problems that they have. They don't typically ask for things. Services, though, those are pretty common." Yato hummed.
"I've changed tires, babysat, fixed plumbing, found lost cats..." Nothing that couldn't have been done by a human if people reached out to those around them. "I probably get called most to deal with bullying."
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"Those all sound rather tame." Gods with rules and no mystical power are a very odd concept. "What happens if you fail to complete a wish?"
She had no interest in asking something impossible if it would end up hurting people, that might play right into the captain's hands.
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I'm sorry...
Oh boy.
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