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[OPEN] In Which a Hairy Old Man Wanders Around Aimlessly (I am the best at post titles)
Who: Shunsui Kyouraku and you! And anyone! And everyone!
When: early to mid June-ish
Where: Caissa, Lasker...and anywhere else. Shun likes wandering.
What: Very recently promoted to his Knight rank, Shunsui is by no means familiar with his new weapon (a large silver scythe) or its effects! That'll cause some issues. He also signed on for the Have a Drink job, so obligatory waterfight! And some combat training, if anyone wants to!
Rating: I can't imagine this going past PG-13, but if by some miracle it does, I'll update! (He's keeping his shirt on in the waterfight to protect the childrens' innocence, even).
[This is prose because I have terrible eyes and I'm lazy/it's the easiest way for me to write things with my screenreader, but I'm happy to match whatever you're most comfortable with!]
A. Have a Drink, on me!
Shunsui was absolutely soaked.
Not that he minded! Far from, in fact. Seeing the children so happy made him feel a lot lighter than he had in recent memory, and it was a feeling he'd very much missed. That didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a little assistance, though!
"I'm sorry to bother, but would you mind possibly handing me a towel?"
Or grabbing a bucket of water and helping him, either way!
B. Mopey Knight is Mopey
He'd only scanned the letter announcing his new rank. More because Pretty, his beautiful pink and black butterfly, kept landing on his nose and then fluttering to the door and then back to his nose about once every five seconds. He'd managed to scan the information, and knew what his new weapon looked like (a scythe? The gods here were certainly jokesters!) but not what it could do. Still, Pretty seemed very eager to leave, and who was he to deny her?
Upon retrieving his new weapon, he'd emerged from the armory with it in his left hand, hefting the new weight. It could proooobably fit into his belt, but with that blade, he'd feel better carrying it on his back.
After fashioning a makeshift sling for it from two of the attached ribbons, he swung it in a small arc to get it where it needed to be. Of course, this was the action needed to activate its power: a widening arc of despair for the enemies surrounding him - of which, thankfully, there were none, the armory and its grounds were quite deserted this morning! - and a severe dip in mood for himself.
Pretty's presence on his shoulders, moving her wings to brush the tears from his cheeks, did little to comfort him as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. All he wanted was to find some ice cream and to go home to bed for a year or two, really.
...Won't you help him? He's far from his usual fairly jovial self.
C. Training time!
He'd taken to going to the training grounds when he had free time, more because he missed the old pastime of teaching his subordinates than anything else. Oh, he could still sleep for days on end and prowl the streets looking for the best sake and rooftops on which to enjoy it, but something in him called to the idea of training!
And what better way than to take his katana and offer himself up to any students that wanted a lesson?
While his mana resources weren't great (and that was still something he was adjusting to!) he was more than capable of both weapons training and hand to hand sparring. The latter, in fact, was one of his specialties, although he hadn't used it much back home in recent centuries.
If anyone would like a lesson, feel free to approach! He's the tall, burly guy with the long ponytail who's usually leaning against some wall or other.
D. Wildcard!
None of these interest you? I'm not the most creative but I'm open to playing anything out, so feel free to come at me with any ideas you have!
When: early to mid June-ish
Where: Caissa, Lasker...and anywhere else. Shun likes wandering.
What: Very recently promoted to his Knight rank, Shunsui is by no means familiar with his new weapon (a large silver scythe) or its effects! That'll cause some issues. He also signed on for the Have a Drink job, so obligatory waterfight! And some combat training, if anyone wants to!
Rating: I can't imagine this going past PG-13, but if by some miracle it does, I'll update! (He's keeping his shirt on in the waterfight to protect the childrens' innocence, even).
[This is prose because I have terrible eyes and I'm lazy/it's the easiest way for me to write things with my screenreader, but I'm happy to match whatever you're most comfortable with!]
A. Have a Drink, on me!
Shunsui was absolutely soaked.
Not that he minded! Far from, in fact. Seeing the children so happy made him feel a lot lighter than he had in recent memory, and it was a feeling he'd very much missed. That didn't mean he wouldn't appreciate a little assistance, though!
"I'm sorry to bother, but would you mind possibly handing me a towel?"
Or grabbing a bucket of water and helping him, either way!
B. Mopey Knight is Mopey
He'd only scanned the letter announcing his new rank. More because Pretty, his beautiful pink and black butterfly, kept landing on his nose and then fluttering to the door and then back to his nose about once every five seconds. He'd managed to scan the information, and knew what his new weapon looked like (a scythe? The gods here were certainly jokesters!) but not what it could do. Still, Pretty seemed very eager to leave, and who was he to deny her?
Upon retrieving his new weapon, he'd emerged from the armory with it in his left hand, hefting the new weight. It could proooobably fit into his belt, but with that blade, he'd feel better carrying it on his back.
After fashioning a makeshift sling for it from two of the attached ribbons, he swung it in a small arc to get it where it needed to be. Of course, this was the action needed to activate its power: a widening arc of despair for the enemies surrounding him - of which, thankfully, there were none, the armory and its grounds were quite deserted this morning! - and a severe dip in mood for himself.
Pretty's presence on his shoulders, moving her wings to brush the tears from his cheeks, did little to comfort him as he walked, each step feeling heavier than the last. All he wanted was to find some ice cream and to go home to bed for a year or two, really.
...Won't you help him? He's far from his usual fairly jovial self.
C. Training time!
He'd taken to going to the training grounds when he had free time, more because he missed the old pastime of teaching his subordinates than anything else. Oh, he could still sleep for days on end and prowl the streets looking for the best sake and rooftops on which to enjoy it, but something in him called to the idea of training!
And what better way than to take his katana and offer himself up to any students that wanted a lesson?
While his mana resources weren't great (and that was still something he was adjusting to!) he was more than capable of both weapons training and hand to hand sparring. The latter, in fact, was one of his specialties, although he hadn't used it much back home in recent centuries.
If anyone would like a lesson, feel free to approach! He's the tall, burly guy with the long ponytail who's usually leaning against some wall or other.
D. Wildcard!
None of these interest you? I'm not the most creative but I'm open to playing anything out, so feel free to come at me with any ideas you have!
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Nearby a soaked ball of blue fur was bouncing about and purring. Ao seemed to be enjoying this water war and had contributed to it in her own way. Shin-Ah let her do as she pleased though, looking up at the man he was interacting with.
He had the body of a warrior, lean muscle now revealed. But it was clear he also didn't expose his body to the sun very often and likely hadn't for most of his life given how extremely pale he was.
"...mm."
!! Too cute for me /nopes out into the night
He said it with a big grin, noticing the paleness.
"There's some sun protectorant over in the marketplace; you should go get some! Trust me, burning is no fun."
Because he'd woken up on enough rooftops with his shirt off to know that.
He'd noticed Ao hopping merrily about, and had to laugh when he saw Pretty fluttering very nearby the little blue fuzzball, looking extremely happy.
"I think our carriers might have made friends!"
NOPE NO ESCAPING THIS
Then he looked over at the two carriers. "Mm."
He nodded his agreement before looking back at the other man then turned back to wringing his clothes out, water splattering on the ground as he did. See? Really didn't understand by what meant by sun protector. So he figured he should get his clothes back on quick!
Shin-Ah just...forgot to communicate this.
WELL THEN I GUESS I SHOULD SETTLE IN
"Really, go ask one of the vendors for the sun cream. Tell him I sent you, and then bring it back here so I can help you put it on. If you're out in the sun like this all day, even with your shirt on, you'll probably get some mild burns on your skin. They're not debilitating, but they hurt a lot!"
It was at this point that Ao decided to land on his head, which was still very wet. But so was the little fuzzball, so it didn't really matter. He reached a hand up to pet her, laughing a little when Pretty saw fit to go land on Shin-Ah's nose.
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Um. Well now he couldn't see.
Tilting his head, he wondered how he was going to get to the vendor and back without running into something or someone. Or how he would get his shirt and vest back on. He bobs his head a little but nope. Butterfly is still there.
Guess he's just going to live like this now.
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"There, you're free! And I forgot to say please, that sounded a little rude before. Sorry about that! I just don't want you to be hurting."
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Returning with some, he held the container out for Shunsui to take.
Here. He got it! He's ready to learn how to apply it!
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"Here you go, just put a bit on your fingers and rub it on the skin your shirt won't cover. You'll be a much happier man in the morning, I promise!"
As he said it, Pretty decided to leave his own nose and go to perch on her fuzzy blue friend again. They really were adorable, those two!
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This was what happened when one missed the important detail of saying 'rub it into the skin' when giving him instructions.
So he had a ghost face and limbs now???
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Well. He hadn't really expected the young man to know quite what to do, given his reaction from before, but...this really took the cake. He furrowed his brow, frowning for the briefest of moments before his underlying childish nature broke through and he was giggling like a toddler.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm not laughing at you, Shin-Ah. Just the situation! I'm sorry I wasn't more clear with my instructions! But you need to, ah, run that stuff in a bit more for it be able to take effect.
Would, ah...would you like me to help you? It can be a bit hard to reach certain areas..."
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Oh. He was supposed to rub it in? That was the step he'd missed.
There was no way to see it under all that white but he was blushing now as he nodded. Yes please. He would like some help figuring this out.
poor kiddo
Helping was easy enough, all he really needed to do was complete the job Shin-Ah had already started. He did make sure to go behind him to get the back of his neck, though!
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"...thank you."
He still wasn't quite sure how this stuff worked but he would trust that Shunsui knew what he was talking about.
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He patted Shin-Ah's shoulder gently.
"You ready to go back out there? I think the kids might be getting antsy. We could at least outrun them for a little while, make them work for it."
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They sure were happy up there.
"I don't mind getting wet." It made the children so happy.
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As did watching the two carriers being so adorable on Shin-Ah's head. He had to smile when the younger man buttoned his shirt back up.
"I'm envious of those muscles! I'm so old now that mine take far too much upkeep."
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Because he knew that Shunsui was built well. Was he teasing like Jae-Ha did sometimes?