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ioduanlogs2018-03-30 11:10 pm
highprofilerichkid) wrote in ioduanlogs2018-03-30 11:10 pm
Entry tags:
Tony is a terrible roommate
Characters: Tony + his beleaguered dorm/roomates
Date: March 30
Location: The Dreaming Bridge
Situation: tony doesn't have a lab and his roommates must suffer for it
Warnings/Rating: none
I | Tony's room | Yato
It's not often that Tony's room in the Dreaming Bridge is empty – the hazard of being stuck with roommates – but, on one of the rare occasions that he has the place to himself, he has somehow managed to fill just about all the space that could be considered his with... crap.
It mostly looks like busted old yimos and other personal devices, probably salvaged from dumpsters and flea markets. They are all in some state of disassembly, though it's not clear what he's actually doing with the computer carnage he's created. Whatever it is, he's very absorbed in it.
II | The Dreaming Bridge cafeteria | Open
Tony had developed a comfortable routine in Keeliai. It could almost have been called a normal human adult schedule. Now, without that structure, he's fallen back into all his old (bad) habits, which mostly means staying up to ridiculous hours and consuming enough caffeine to kill a horse. Circadian rhythm? Never heard of it.
Anyone visiting the Bridge cafeteria late at night has a good chance of seeing him there, clutching a bag of precious interdimensional coffee and radiating the slightly manic energy of someone who has been awake for way too long and hasn't realized how tired they are yet.
Date: March 30
Location: The Dreaming Bridge
Situation: tony doesn't have a lab and his roommates must suffer for it
Warnings/Rating: none
I | Tony's room | Yato
It's not often that Tony's room in the Dreaming Bridge is empty – the hazard of being stuck with roommates – but, on one of the rare occasions that he has the place to himself, he has somehow managed to fill just about all the space that could be considered his with... crap.
It mostly looks like busted old yimos and other personal devices, probably salvaged from dumpsters and flea markets. They are all in some state of disassembly, though it's not clear what he's actually doing with the computer carnage he's created. Whatever it is, he's very absorbed in it.
II | The Dreaming Bridge cafeteria | Open
Tony had developed a comfortable routine in Keeliai. It could almost have been called a normal human adult schedule. Now, without that structure, he's fallen back into all his old (bad) habits, which mostly means staying up to ridiculous hours and consuming enough caffeine to kill a horse. Circadian rhythm? Never heard of it.
Anyone visiting the Bridge cafeteria late at night has a good chance of seeing him there, clutching a bag of precious interdimensional coffee and radiating the slightly manic energy of someone who has been awake for way too long and hasn't realized how tired they are yet.
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"Same reason anyone wants to build a house - a shrine is a god's home," he clarified, and grins proudly when the translation app deciphers his card. "That's right! Delivery God Yato at your service."
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A processing icon appears over Tony's face.When he'd first come to Keeliai he would have laughed at that assertion as absurd and impossible, but now it's just slightly unusual.
"Cool. What do you deliver?"
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"Okay, I know I'm a genius, but you're gonna have to use smaller words. I only know two gods and technically, they're both aliens. What are phantoms and regalia?"
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He leans back in the chair, rocking on its two back legs idly to answer Tony's question. "Phantoms are like... corrupted spirits. They belong to the Far Shore, and they feed on negative emotion, and lead humans to despair. Regalia are deceased human souls that have been god-named and given form again. They serve as their master's weapons, and can slay Phantoms."
Among other things.
"My Regalia's name is Yuki, less formally Yukine, and the vessel name is Sekki."
"pet murder ghost" is probably not the preferred term
"So does delivery god-ing attract phantoms? Is that why you need a pet murder ghost?"
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His mouth pulls down into a brief frown at the wording. "Hey. Yukine's a good kid, don't trash-talk my Regalia like that. And Phantoms are all over the place naturally. A pretty regular part of the work I do is slaying Phantoms. Either because someone's contacted me about something, even if they don't know it's a Phantom causing it, or it's a job that's been passed off by one of the shrines."
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Yato takes some offense at Tony's colorful description of 'Regalias', which hadn't really been his intention. "Sorry. How does that work, though? Are they like a servant? A sidekick? Partners?" There's something a little unsettling about someone's actual soul being described as a 'weapon'.
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The apology does the trick, and Yato's fine to continue the explanation without any further evidence of ire. "A Regalia's relationship with their master varies from god to god. There are definitely some out there that treat them like tools only, but I'd say that they're a minority."
(He remembers Hiyori grabbing his face and scolding him fiercely. "Yukine is Yukine. Treat him like an actual person, not a Shinki!" when she thought he was being too cold. )
"Partners is more the right idea. Gods and Regalia need each other in different ways, so it makes sense to have a working relationship."
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"So... how many 'gods' are there? That seems like a job where you'd run into some market saturation issues."
'Delivery god' is already pretty niche. Wouldn't you run out of significant things to be a god of at some point?
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He raises an eyebrow at the question. "I'm sensing skepticism in the way you said that," he huffed. "As for how many... 8 million. Give or take," he adds. "But lots of gods have multiple names, so that's part of it. And there's always overlap, but that's normal. Like there are seven major Gods of Fortune, but they're not the only ones out there."
He rocks back on the legs of the chair again. "Plus new gods are being born all the time. I met one recently who's not even a decade old yet. As long as people have wishes, gods are going to be around."
Tony canonically hates Hamlet and cheated on his theater final
"Eight million?" Wow... He was thinking, like, a few hundred at most. Okay.
Still, he shrugs, taking the information in stride. "I think you guys just have different ideas about what makes a god," he says, which is... a surprisingly nuanced take on the situation, for Tony.
He's come to recognize that there are plenty of things that don't mesh easily with how he conceptualizes the metaphysics of the universe, and sometimes he just has to take that for what it is and move on. Stranger things in heaven and earth, Horace, or however that stupid quote goes.
Pffft
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