When the guidepost is away...

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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

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"I'm a member of Takama-ga-hara." That was true, technically, as long as he finished his task for Amaterasu. She wasn't that pleased with him, despite his sins being absolved nad pardoned.

[midnightroads]

“Japanese, then. Cool, I can work with that. My name is Bash, and I’m a demigod of the lwa.”

It’s…half an introduction by his standards. But it’s enough to start the conversation. Different worlds, different views of godhood, more than likely.

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"Island, specifically, if that matters to you. I'm a lesser god." Yato told him, since at least he would know what he was talking about.

"I didn't think it mattered but it was mentioned at Kamuhakari." Did Bash ever have to attend something like that?

[midnightroads]

“Kamu-what now?” Bash…was thrown into the deep end by his divine father with no training and very little guidance. He figured himself out for a while, before receiving marching orders.

Move to Boston. Defend the city.

It’s a different world for divinities, Bash’s.

“Dunno as we got all too much in common, but if you’re a god, you’re like a real distant cousin of mine along the way somewhere. So if there’s anything I can do to help you settle in, just ask.”

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"It's just a meeting of the gods in Heaven. It wasn't as interesting as I thought it would be." Yato wasn't sure he'd attend another one.

"I'm not sure we're related." It was alright if Bash didn't consider them so, because he wasn't really tied to most gods. He was more tied to Father.

"I've been trying to feel what I'm here for. Who wished for me. It's fine, I'm just not sure what their wish is."

[midnightroads]

“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.

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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.

[midnightroads]

“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.

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"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."

[midnightroads]

"There's humans. There's non-humans. Vampires, aliens. All kinds of types here, man. Even other divinities, from their own 'verses. You said you're a god of fortune? What's that look like for you in practice?"

The closest he can think of in his family might be some of the petwo lwa associated with wealth.

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"In practice? It's pretty open. I used to have a phone number that people could call and if someone was in trouble and needed help they'd see the number and call me. I would listen to their wishes and do what I could. I've done all kinds of things. Change tires, fix plumbing, track down missing pets..." If people would just reach out to those around them, they wouldn't need him but he'd rather not consider that.

"Interpersonal relationships...sometimes people just want to vent. I don't know, whatever they want."

[midnightroads]

"So it's all relatively, like...low-level shit. I got it. Sounds like it could be pretty fulfilling kind of work, too."

Bash grins broadly. "Where I'm from originally, I was a psychopomp, a god who brought souls to the Underworld gates."

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"Yeah, it's pretty good." Yato smiled brightly. It was fulfilling, it was what he wanted. He could do much more damage than that, but he didn't want to.

"Originally...well doesn't matter. I changed careers!" Did gods even do that?

"Ever meet Izanami?" He couldn't help but wonder, but if he'd been to the Underworld, maybe.