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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.
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"Although she is my girlfriend." Yato smiled and shrugged. Gods were strange about their relationships.
"Everyone feels that way. I felt powerless then because there was nothing I could do. I didn't ask them to do what they did either, but I've been told complaining about it would be wrong...and the one who told me that is probably in as much trouble as the rest of us. Without a doubt, Heaven's keeping watch." That was probably not a good thing really.
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And that seems to be a nice change of conversation opportunity.
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It wasn't like he was really keeping track. "I dunno, probably two or three hundred years." He hummed.
"She's really bubbly and friendly which I guess is all the better to swindle you with. She goes by a nickname." Kind of like him. "Because she's the god of poverty, and rightfully no one should get involved with her." Fortunately, he was a god so what was the worse that could happen?
"We live in her attic so can't complain. She's always helped me out if I get in a tough spot."
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"What drew you to her?"
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"That said, it makes her pretty dangerous to the point she was forbidden to have a shinki, but she took one anyway. She's just forbidden to use it. Not that that really stops her." He shrugged a little bit. "She gave Ebisu a hug and the market tanked."
Yato understood the impulse, Ebisu's reincarnation was too cute but Kofuku, please. "My luck can't get any worse." He smiled. "Ah, well...I helped her and Daikoku out once and that's how we met. At least they think I did." He held up a finger to his lips. "Sometimes not doing anything is the best thing of all. But since back then we've been associated."
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But hearing the story, Ava perks up. "And the market tanked!" she repeats gleefully. "She sounds like a great friend to have."
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"She finds his anger to be a job well done. She knocked the whole country into a recession at the end of the bubble era. Man, that was a fun time." They'd all been partying quite a bit back then.
"That was his previous incarnation, I think if this Ebisu got that mad it would just be funny because he's really tiny right now."
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"How tiny... like..." Ava leans to put her hand a few feet from the ground???
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He laughed and stood up properly and put his hand just around his hip. "He's really cute." He probably looked like a five or six year old human child.
"I didn't know his previous incarnation when he was small but this time he's having a lot of fun...which is nice, considering." Nevermind how he got that way and how Yato feels somewhat guilty, even if Ebisu absolved him of that guilt.