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夜卜 Amagiri-no-Mikoto ([personal profile] tossmealifeline) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-22 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I do... cherish what time we have, and I'm grateful for it. But." Ava looks at him, knows he mentioned hearing about the possessions already, wonders how much this newcomer really knows about how things work on the ship and their looming fate.

"What happens after, to our souls. It's beyond my control, you're right. But I can't give up and accept that everyone I love is going to suffer, alone, forever in the Nothing. I'm just me, and I don't have all... the powers and knowledge of magic and..." she looks frustrated. Confidence really solves none of this either.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-22 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing, that's what we all face. However long we last here. A month, or... I've made it nine. And most everyone I know in that time is gone. Replaced, like they never existed at all," Ava buries her head in her hands.

"That's what I asked for. Peace. But he doesn't believe in anything after. And I..." she doesn't want to give up, but she's at a loss.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-23 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I do my best to remember," Ava responds sadly. "I... made a memorial. Of all the names of the passengers we lost." The ones she could get, at least. It was incomplete, but she was able to get some from others who were willing to help. And found out it really didn't matter much, that the ghosts were completely unaware. Couldn't even feel comfort in being remembered by their friends.

"But I don't know how to help somebody believe in something better, when I've never believed myself..."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-26 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
Ava figured as a god, he'd be accustomed to this sort of thing. But seeing him brush away a tear, she's somewhat relieved that he doesn't feel so far above the rest of them.

"I've been told, by the spirits that were trapped within it. I tried to help one, find a way to stay..." but she shakes her head. She had killed him, in the end. In order to stop the infiltration, in order to bring Sharky back to his body. But she doesn't feel any better about it.

"I believe in possibilities."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-26 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
"If there is, it'll have to be the Captain's doing." Ava has no interest in encouraging anyone to meddle in altering this reality. Even though she's oblivious that Bash attempted such, after a discussion with her about the lack of afterlife. Trying to poke holes into somebody else's magic system seems like a sure way of causing things to collapse, at best.

"My fate was rewritten by coming here, yet it was only by chance. So do I live each day grateful, enjoying the time I have? Or do I struggle against the inevitable, try to find a different way? We all have to exist somewhere. Why not here?" It's where all her friends are.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-11-26 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
"So many people want to escape..." Ava sighs. She can't blame them, but where is there to even go? And she can't follow, not with her condition that's only kept stabilized within the Captain's realities.

"But recently they learned that there's no going back home. I felt a little guilty, because I've known the truth for quite some time. And I've told others, but it only hurt them."
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-01 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't blame them," Ava admits. She was raised in captivity. But here she feels much freer than she'd ever be allowed elsewhere.

"And I'm sorry, for asking for more than you can... possibly give. I didn't mean to set you up for failure. I'm... just frustrated, is all." Ava gives Yato a wavering sort of smile.

"What's your name again? Yato...?" She opens up her book, spelling it out with her best guess at the phonetic pronunciation. He asked her not to forget it, hadn't he? She believes everyone deserves to be remembered.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Y-a-t-o?" Ava asks, turning the page so he can confirm. There's plenty of other notes scribbled upon the page, but most of it is in cypher. And a few lazy doodles of flowers and trees. Feels like it's been forever since she's seen any.

"Everyone seems to have many names, ones they're hiding from..." she mumbles.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-03 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
She thinks there's a lot of titles and epithets associated with impatient people. So extra names doesn't sound too unbelievable. Even she has a codename. "What's your others, then? If you don't mind," Ava asks curiously.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-05 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't know the meaning of the name, or what causes him such a grimace in response. But she decides not to write it down.

"What's that mean?" she asks of the final name he gives.

"I was called Ghost. Here it feels... hm, awkward at best." Given the presence of actual ghosts.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-06 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Splitting the... how does that work? Like in conflict? Or... physically?" She's imagining a crack through space. Ava leans forward, peering at Yato closer. Trying to fully grasp what he's telling her.

"Listen about what?" It's difficult for her to get anyone to listen to her either.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-06 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Wooow," she comments, because that's so far out of her league. She's just a humble ghostly assassin, thanks.

"So when you split the heavens, they finally listened to reason?" She wonders if he could do anything of the sort here... Despite his friendly demeanor, Yato seems rather dangerous.
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[personal profile] decohere 2022-12-06 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice to have friends, huh..." She'd be willing to do anything for her own, not that she has a good name to sacrifice. But she's not so sure there's much she can even do, not on any grand scale. Just keep holding onto hope and keeping a careful eye on everyone else.

"Hopefully it doesn't come to anything like that here. But. It's hard not to feel completely powerless." Her abilities barely even register on the scale of powers here. Her faltering confidence aside.

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