come_sailaway | 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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"Something like that." Yato said agreeably. "Isn't it the same for all gods? After all we exist because of people who want us to."

He hummed lightly. "You do? What kind of fortune are you looking for? What do you wish for?"

"I wouldn't know. I haven't spoken with many." Has he spoken with any... he's trying to think back. What counts?

"Me? I wish I could go home. But that ain't happening."

"I have heard that wish." Yato said honestly. "And I will do my best to work on it."

He just didn't know how to do it yet, which wasn't entirely a new thing, but he would need time.

"Not that I wouldn't be grateful if you did find a way, but I don't really mean to impose on you." Yato probably isn't even a god of Crichton's own world, why would he start granting wishes just like that? There has to be a catch. There always is.

"Wouldn't I have to, I don't know, worship you first or something? It's been a while since I had any kind of religious affiliation. I didn't pay too much attention in Bible school."

"I don't mind, it's my purpose." Yato said cheerfully because if he was going to survive in such a place, it had to be.

"It'd be nice." Yato told him honestly. "But I'll settle for remembering my name."

He scoffed lightly. "That guy and his sketchy book."

"It's a little strange for me, you know, having a god ask directly for worship." Because, yeah, That Guy and His book were always represented by various unreliable spokespersons. Crichton never put a lot of stock in it himself. Sure, he might have prayed a time or two while up there in space facing the worst the universe had to offer him, but it never felt like it did any good.

"I can't promise any conversions, but I can remember your name. Seems like a pretty low price to me."

"I don't have any missionaries to do my work for me." If he did, he certainly would let them do so but alas he just wasn't that well known.

"I'm a bit of a minor god, truth be told. For now."

"I'm a little fuzzy on how this stuff works at all. Do your minor or major statuses depend on how many people actively worship you?" Maybe he should add a little context... "I come from a predominately monotheistic kind of upbringing so it's all new to me, you dig?"

"Something to that effect." Yato said agreeably and he smiled. "Don't worry, in the land of the rising sun, there are eight million of us."

That was possibly a dizzying number of gods out there.

"You may have even heard of some of them, depending."

"Eight million?" His eyebrows attempt to lift off into orbit. "How the hell can there be that many? What could they all possibly be the god of?"

"Depends really. Some of the ones I know well include Tenjin, who is a god people pray to when they want help with their studies. Then there's Kofuku, that's an alias, she's the god of poverty." Some gods exist to represent things as opposed to being wished for, more like they're being blamed.

"Ebisu is the god of commerce." He considered. "That psycho- I mean, Bishamonten is a god of war. So's Takemikazuchi." Yato paused a moment. "So was I, but I had a career change!"

"There's of course the one at the very top, Amaterasu Omikami who is the goddess of the sun."

A psycho is a god of war... yeah, that's comforting. (Not!) But that last name actually rings a bell. He perks up at the recognition.

"Wait, I've heard that name before. I think Nobunaga told me about Amaterasu once. Uh... I was only half listening."

Of all of the gods, that was the one he knew? Yato sighed, slumping a little dramatically. "Amaterasu."

It was the silent, unspoken 'ugh' of his posture.

"She's the one who reigns over Heaven and all the other gods. One of the foundational ones."

"Take it you're not so fond of her?" not like it was hard to see that reaction.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not worshipping her, either."

"We were presently working together on a problem because I don't really have a choice in the matter, but overall...not really." Yato admitted.

"I don't know her that well, but considering she just does what she wants in the name of Heaven, including sentencing people to death without listening to any circumstances, believing herself in the right, she drives me crazy."

"Damn. I didn't think gods would have to put up with assigned group projects like the rest of us." That's unfortunate.

"...feel like that would drive me pretty crazy too. I'm not a fan of hard-liners like that. I appreciate knowing you're different."

"It's really hard to say no to the one at the very top." Yato said with a little sigh.

"There's things I wouldn't be happy about, but that doesn't matter. Gods are incapable of sin so if they do something I don't like, aside from complaining it's not really my place. I don't know most of them anyway, they could all be doing things I don't agree with and I'd have no idea."

"Okay, so, question on that. God can't sin, makes sense I guess since you're supposed to be holy. But, can they make mistakes? Or, is that considered the same as a sin?"

"It isn't." Yato said, looking thoughtful. "We can't commit sins like humans do, and we can do things without hesitation that humans can't because they know they're wrong, but we're not infallible. We make mistakes. I have too."

"I like that answer." He looks like he's just decided something. He has, in a way. He's decided Yato's okay.

"I gotta say, you're probably the most down to earth god I ever met. I like that."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He grinned brightly. "Not bad since I'm one of the Earth-bound representatives."

"It is a compliment, from one earth representative to another. I can honestly say, it's been a pleasure."

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would you be good with wrapping this one up to focus on the other one?

Sure!

thanks!