catch-all (november/december)

[notpicky]

WHO: Yuuji & (your name here)
WHERE: Mirth, The Hinterlands, and in and around Stygia
WHEN: November (for now)
WHAT: Notice Board requests, Exploration Log, and general shenanigans
WARNINGS: N/A but will update as needed!


OOC
Looking for CR with Yuuji but not interested in the below? Feel free to BYOS (bring your own starter). I'm itching to explore Mirth more (since it's more like what he's used to in Japan), The Harbors (since he's probably always looking to help with odd jobs for the merchants here), and The Shadowlands (since he spends a curiously inordinate amount of time behind his Door—but not like that). I'm also open to the other Notice Board quests, especially if you're looking for a willing, able, and affable sidekick (who may or may not be possessed by a demon who is getting along swimmingly with his Shadow).

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NOTICE BOARD

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MIRTH

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( Yuuji, naturally, jumps at the chance to watch movies. Why wouldn't he? When so much of the past year of his life had revolved around them, he'd learned they were a welcome escape. And, truthfully, he remained shaken after the closing events of the festivities, and the way an actual headless horseman had crashed the party. Not that he'd spoken those fears aloud, of course; but not like the pair of whispers in his head would let him forget, either.

In any case, while he isn't particularly good or bad at finding things, he does have a sort of stubborn determination to help people that is likely to see him through. Even in the dark of an arguably sort of eerie theatre, with seats and a floor that thankfully aren't as sticky with soda as he's used to.

He starts his search, of course, in Cinema 1. Although it's brightly lit (for a theatre) and relatively empty, you're more likely to hear him before you see him as he wedges between the rows, awkwardly sweeping the flashlight on his phone along the floor. And, as focused on the search as he is, he probably isn't listening for the footsteps of a search companion—friendly or otherwise.)

THE HINTERLANDS

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( Yuuji is in a little over his head, which isn't anything so unusual—no more so than the way he's currently arguing with a small, bright flame while sidestepping its contentious sword swipes. Like others, he'd been taken by the allure of a heft prize, especially since so far he's taken most of his payment in food and lodgings. Fushiguro was right, and he needed more money to get by, and this job had seemed like the easiest and fastest way to make up the difference. Of course, no one had really given him the fair warning he deserved about getting to and from the Hinterlands, so, at present, he's blissfully unaware that this spar with an elemental is still the easier half of this excursion. )

Wait, wait! You've got me all wrong, little guy! I'm basically the polar opposite of the two voices inside me!

( He barely dodges a bull charge, and his eyes widen in surprise and, for the first time, concern, as the ground lights up like magma in its wake. There's a brief but powerful tremble deep within him as he recalls the horrible things his hands have done, though not by his own command. Well...except...

He shakes his head and barely saves his fingers from being singed as he yanks his arms back, curling them against his chest. )

Would I really be sticking my neck out here if I was a bad guy? I'm just trying to help out my friend! Because that's what friends do! Like talking about crappy B-movies together to get through a bad day, or letting them pick the pizza toppings!

( Do heroic tales come in different sizes? Maybe someone a little more prolific [or smarter] will have some bigger and better stories. )

[blackvestal]

[ Harrow is actually very skilled at sneaking, and so the idea of getting both into and out of the Hinterlands intrigued her more than anything. And a task that required merely collecting an item? That had to be simple, right? Especially since getting in was so very easy, and wandering trying to find something isn't hard at all when you're looking for something as obvious as a fallen star —

the tiny knights, though, are a problem. Harrowhark Nonagesimus is not a fighter of any sort except the kind where she stays far, far out of the way and uses necromancy, and so far in Stygia she hasn't managed to obtain bone to work with enough to actually have a weapon.

She's doing her thing and staying so far into the shadows that no one notices her, watching to see what others try, until the moment breaks when she overhears Yuuji and cannot help but ask loudly enough to be heard: ]

Two voices?

[ she's all in black with skeleton face-paint on and short and pointy and absolutely has no idea what pizza or B-movies are. ]

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( Despite the way he'd been all but begging for intervention—privately, anyway—the actual appearance of another person startles him. The suddenness of a voice besides his own nearly loses him a foot, as he stumbles in his retreat and is force to roll rather than run. It's a clear demonstration that at least he's better with his athletics than his words (although that perhaps doesn't say much when the disparity is so great.) He's on his feet again rather quickly, attention now split between the tiny, ferocious flame and finding the speaker who's joined him. In what may or may not be a pleasant surprise for Harrow, he's hardly fazed by her appearance. What of it he can make out between the trees, anyway. It's a natural product of spending several months hunting down Curses, only to wind up in a place where you're greeted by, for all intents and purposes, The Ghost of Christmas Past.

So relieved is Yuuji—showing it plainly on his open, foolish face with a grin and an ill-timed wave—that he finally gives the knight the distance it's been pushing for. His retreat is swift, and once Yuuji starts picking his way into the tree line, the knight seems satisfied with it enough to go back to guarding the impact site alongside the others.

He doesn't really expect a talking skull to be the one who asked the questions, but he is maybe just a hair disappointed when it isn't a skull, but a person with a skull painted on their face. Still, his smile doesn't waver until he recollects the question that had caught his attention in the first place. )

Ah—!

( How to approach answering this... )

Well, so, it seems like everyone has at least one around here. The one that started talking when we arrived? My friend said he's got one too, anyway. Shadows? ( With some effort, he pushes himself to the point, rather than trying to explain something he doesn't really understand to someone who may or may not be experiencing the same thing. ) But I already had something kinda like that before I got here. He's a little different, I guess, but he's just as mean...

I guess you just have the one?