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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.
I'm sorry...
"Ok Yato, here's my 'wish'. I've been rather lonely. It seems that everyone else on this ship has one, so I want you to find me a significant other."
Good luck with that god of fortune. Valdis has no interest in love or really even friendship. An impossible task just to keep him busy.
"If you feel you aren't up for it, I won't judge."
Oh boy.
"Your wish has been heard. May our fates intertwine." Yato answered as he usually did.
"I don't suppose you want to tell me a few things about you so I could find you a good match?"
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"Me?" she asked, pulling her hair over one shoulder, "I really enjoy dancing, reading and learning new things. I like drinking perhaps too much at times, a huge flaw I suppose." She hummed again, some song that she couldn't quite recall the words to. Then she smiled, "I'm also an immortal agent of death and chaos who can shift into a giant Hound. Hopefully that's not a turn-off."
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He did wonder why she wanted to find a mortal partner, at least she hadn't ruled it out but far be it for him to question her.
"No problem. I'll get to work on this." Yato's only indication that he was in pain when he got up was the clenching of his fingers in the jacket of his jersey and if she was picking up on surface level feelings, he was feeling incredibly hopeful. After all, how hard could this be?
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"Good luck, Yato." And then, a little softer, more genuine, "Don't overdo it."
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He was going to have to work hard for Yukine's sake, after all this was the kind of thing he wanted him to do.
He'd get back to Valdis hopefully sooner rather than later.