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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.
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Jesus? [A small laugh.] I only met some of his followers. [As Yato probably knows. Since Nobunaga had some pretty famous pacts/treaties with the foreigners to start up cathedrals and orphanages before he was killed. Even aside from the whole Mt. Hiei and anti-Ikkou Ikki thing.]
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[ He huffs lightly. ] Yeah, mainland god who isn't going to bother coming around. Not that many followers in Japan but...[ Still more than him. Not really fair is it? ]
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[Blinks.] What happened? I have no allegiance to him, but I helped them set up churches and some shit. Did that really do nothing? Why?
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[ He shrugged slightly. ] Well I mean on his front, unlike Bishamonten, he didn't bother to come to the island. As for his followers, I guess it kind of did end up being nothing. There isn't much of a presence.
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[S H R U G.] If nothing else, maybe I am like my -- Ah Klaus. And the god who would be in charge of my soul hates me, and lets me get kidnapped by demons instead. Or whatever the Captain is. A Lovecraftian mi-go or something.
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[ At least in his world he has many limitations. ]
I commend you on damaging her, that's quite a feat.
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Curious, he looks like he's thinking. ]
I didn't necessarily mean that but...[ He smiles. ] Your patronage is enough if you want to leave it at that. Being a shinki would be a lot more involved.
cw: suicide mention
[Thinks it over.] To be honest, I was just thinking as a kind of -- I don't know, what I do normally, but I'm open to learning. If you can teach me, I'll learn.
Though, if you know anything about my reputation, you know I'm hardly the most obedient student. [That's the MILDEST way it could ever be phrased. Masahide, his last tutor, infamously committed suicide out of shame for how bad Nobunaga's manners are.]
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[ That is an extremely broad overview of what being a shinki is. He definitely feels as though he needs one because at the moment he remains defenseless. ]
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Can I choose the form of the weapon? Can I change as my mood or the situation fits? [Because weapons is...]
[To Nobunaga everything is a weapon. Which is a whole big complicated emotional discussion with his partner later -- leading to Klaus is not allowed to be thought of as a weapon, but everything else is weapons.]
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[ It only goes one way though, Yato can't sin. It's not possible. ]
No, you can't decide but if it helps neither can I. Your soul will take the shape of something useful to me. It would be different for another god most likely, depending on what they need. I'd also need to give you a new name.
[ Names are important. ]
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[To the weapons thing. Nobunaga holds up a finger, and then grabs a seat. This is a lot he needs to think over.]
[Names are indeed the most important. He went over this with Teyrey at the Price is Right.]
Sins... Define sins. [Because... hahahahahaha......]
[He's not the Demon King of 6th Heaven because he is an innocent newborn who'd never hurt a soul. Yes indeedy.] Are they universal? Same for the Catholic or other gods or do you have your own unique rules?
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You have a general sense of what's right and wrong. Most people do, and when you do something that you feel is wrong, you feel it. That would sting me. It's like a cut from the inside.
[ It can fester and spread and blight him if he doesn't deal with it to the point he can die, but he'll cast that aside. ]
It's not necessarily set in stone, but most people understand that stealing is undesirable and they'll feel guilty if they do it. That kind of thing.
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[That is a hell of a thing.]
[Pun intended x Infinity.]
[Very somberly:]
Would you feel the pain of the past as well?
[Remember Mt. Hiei?]
[The fiery genocidal mountain iceberg tip of all that is the Demon King of 6th Heaven.]
[Was he just harming Amaterasu and others by "helping them" and then doing all of this crazy fucking shit at the same time?]
[SEEMS PROBABLE TO HIM, TO BE HONEST.]
I'm aware of constitutes sins in almost all religions.
[Does that bother him? He feels guilt, immense fucking guilt over Nobuyuki, Masahide, so many names! The past.]
[For things here: as he told Crichton, he is still that same person. He's not in those circumstances anymore, but if he took someone else's life, is there going to be much guilt over it?]
[If it's just... doing things Nobunaga doesn't want to. Things he hates...]
[That's tricky. Thank Fuck -- God? -- He already had the hard fight with Klaus, but then it could get very scrambled from here on out.] You... should meet with my partner, Klaus, first, before you accept my offer. Anything that upsets him I will hate nearly as much as hate itself. I do not steal, and even if I pull off a theft here, it would not perturb my conscience, such as it is, because reallocation of even fanciful treasure like the jewelry shop isn't theft, since we are all here under theft in the first place.
However -- upsetting him hurts me worse than the sting of a thousand arrows. And... I am very bad at avoiding that.
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[ That much is unavoidable. Then again, Nobunaga isn't a normal lost soul so he's hesitant to say for sure what would happen if he named him as a divine weapon. ]
You're allowed to have feelings, you're human after all. It's just that they affect me. Some shinki are overly concerned about that but...really the best bet is to discuss those things as they happen, to put your mind at ease.
[ Which in turn puts him at ease. ]
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[He does that all the time.]
[When he isn't a ridiculous chuuni loser out there singing songs about killing god and dancing or fucking Klaus until they're both unconscious.]
I'm not shy about that. You might find me to be quite the opposite.
[HEADS UP GOD.]
Talk about them... you're as bad as Klaus.
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I don't need like details or anything. My guidepost is fourteen. It's a really troublesome age. A lot of volatile feelings.
[ At least feelings alone won't kill him. ]
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Well... I have been warned that I was freezing my heart and going too inhuman and devoid of emotions. [... WHILE THAT IS TECHNICALLY TRUE... He has not been like that AT ALL on board Serena Eterna!! AT ALL!]
[At least he is going to advise others to warn Yato of his true nature.]
[Poor Yato, used to actuall dead souls who don't remember their lives.]
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[ He's not here though, so it's entirely possible that others might need to give him a nudge or something. ]
Should be fine then. I'm not too worried about it.
[ He has no idea. ]
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If you're not worried, I'm not worried. [This is terrible. And no one knows...]
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Think about it and get back to me. And if you need anything, let me know.
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Are you familiar with the other emojis? Peaches and eggplants? [He is just going to spread the word so no one uses them accidentally!]
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Peaches and eggplants?
[ Hang on this seems kind of important, he'll circle back to his contact info in a minute. ]
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Humans use them to mean butts and dicks. So only use them if you mean it sexually to someone. And if you receive them, then you'll know they're inviting you for sex.
[So cheerful.]
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