[OPEN] Everyone is king...

[denyamenti]

Characters: Yato, Bakura + YOU
Date: Month of May
Location: All over Aifaran
Situation: Various open prompts. Closed starters in the comments.
Warnings/Rating: TBD


A. YATO ► Dreaming Bridge

Around the Dreaming Bridge and other people, Yato's fairly upbeat, if a shameless mooch -- he can often be found swiping food from the cafeteria kitchen, and making full use of the fact that people don't always notice him to load up pockets with extra sweets.

Other times, he can be found sitting on one of the Bridge's many public balconies, sometimes with a few bottles of what locally passes for beer. If approached during the latter, he'll grin and offer one to those of age. "Not sure what's in it, but it tastes pretty good."

B. YATO ► City Jobs

In no small part to his liberal amounts of self-promotion (read: graffiti and hitting the streets) and Ilda's efforts of advertising, jobs had started to trickle in from across the city. As befitting such an unusual assortment of citizenry in Aifaran, the jobs were as eclectic as he'd ever had, but he didn't mind. He threw himself into each task, determined to make a good impression and earn himself some repeat clientele.

Convincing them that he was a god, that wasn't going quite as smoothly. The actual money aspect was only a part of it -- if it were solely about the money, then he would have chosen to ask for more than a single copper rhinn for these jobs. The Ioduese natives seemed to humour him for the most part (except for the Castians, who apparently took offense at the claim), but he could tell none of them were giving him the benefit of the doubt.

A lot of the recent jobs he'd gotten were for household chores, which suited him fine. In the wake of the rainy season coming to a close, a lot of older folk in the city wanted their houses aired and cleaned. That's where Yato can be found today, in someone's yard, hanging sheets and beating blankets and rugs, dust flying everywhere right to the street.

C. YATO ► Talent Discovery

Being transient is a hard habit to break, and coupled with the fact that he could remain unnoticed unless he chose to draw attention to himself means he gets away with having cat naps all over the place in public areas, even though he has a perfectly good bed at the Dreaming Bridge.

Presently, he's sound asleep on a bench and daydreaming happily about his someday colossal shrine, but what's new today is the sight of an illusory red wooden torrii splashed up on the stone wall behind him. It's drifting in and out of sight, decidedly not solid, but it's hard to mistake what it's supposed to be.

D. BAKURA ► Dreaming Bridge

They haven't been in Aifaran long enough to accumulate too many things, but there are some items that Bakura has bought -- or come across by other means -- that he wants to take with him when he and Pepper's new housing comes available to move into. As such, he's poking around some of the public areas for empty boxes and other containers to use, when he finds some that aren't labeled, but aren't empty either. "Hey," he asks the nearest person. "These yours?"

E. BAKURA ► Shops and Stores

After deciding what his course of action was going to be, Bakura's next step was to try and acquire information he could use to work toward obtaining the Items here in Konryu. The most logical place to start was in the bevy of shops that collected and curated Dreamfolk-oriented objects which had appeared in Aifaran throughout the years. If he could find a common thread or theme to them, perhaps he'd have a better chance at understanding why the Dreaming chose some objects to bring through.

"This one as well," Bakura said absently, adding a third book to the pile he'd started, while the shopkeeper looked on and was clearly evaluating the thief's interest level in the stock before naming a price. "What else have you got that relates to the Dreaming?"

F. BAKURA ► Ghost Argument

Not everyone is happy about the studious approach he's elected to take, and that discontent bubbles over one day while Bakura's walking down by the harbour docks, checking on some of the properties for potentially illegal purposes in the future. The feeling in the air surrounding him is stormy, like static before a lightning strike, and he looks thoroughly displeased while he addresses what to most people, appears as empty air. To those who have extrasensory abilities however, he's actually speaking to the twisted mass of fragmented phantoms that are drifting around the area, though centered near him.

"If it were something which could be done quickly, I'd have done it already," he snaps, waving an irritable hand as if to steer away their wisps surrounding him. "The Dreaming does not come with instructions, abithahty-i sedjau!"

G. WILDCARD

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