[ You learn to do a lot for yourself when you live on the streets for a few years...
Sensing that Elizabeth isn't in the mood for conversation, Yato will chatter to fill the silence while they walk. About little first aid tips, troublesome wounds he's seen, crazy things he's seen people live through... It will probably become clear that he's lived a deeply delinquent lifestyle, or at least been surrounded by some very questionable characters. The anecdotes tumble out of him easily though, and he'll gladly keep up his monologue about wild injury life until they come upon the steps of the shrine.
The Seven Gods of Fortune typically each get their own shrines, but perhaps for space reasons, Recolle has packaged them all together. Yato leads the way up the looming stairway and under the red torii gate. There, the shrine sprawls in front of them. A number of aged, elaborate, Japanese-style buildings are spread across the wide worship grounds, their purposes not immediately obvious to the unfamiliar.
Luckily, Yato has been here before, so he heads straight for a small, roofed water basin near the top of the stairs. He rolls up the shredded sleeve of his injured arm, revealing the blood and blight blackening the wound. With a wooden ladle, he splashes water on his arm, and the blight recedes from his skin. The relief is immediate; Yato sighs and relaxes, a tension in his shoulders he didn't know was there leaking out of him. The cuts are still on his arm, but at least the pain is merely physical.
This isn't exactly the kind of water you'd want to clean a wound with though, so they'll have to do better for Elizabeth. He'll answer her questions about the blight if she has them, but either way he heads for another building on the grounds and promptly breaks the lock on the sliding door with a business-like kick. ]
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Sensing that Elizabeth isn't in the mood for conversation, Yato will chatter to fill the silence while they walk. About little first aid tips, troublesome wounds he's seen, crazy things he's seen people live through... It will probably become clear that he's lived a deeply delinquent lifestyle, or at least been surrounded by some very questionable characters. The anecdotes tumble out of him easily though, and he'll gladly keep up his monologue about wild injury life until they come upon the steps of the shrine.
The Seven Gods of Fortune typically each get their own shrines, but perhaps for space reasons, Recolle has packaged them all together. Yato leads the way up the looming stairway and under the red torii gate. There, the shrine sprawls in front of them. A number of aged, elaborate, Japanese-style buildings are spread across the wide worship grounds, their purposes not immediately obvious to the unfamiliar.
Luckily, Yato has been here before, so he heads straight for a small, roofed water basin near the top of the stairs. He rolls up the shredded sleeve of his injured arm, revealing the blood and blight blackening the wound. With a wooden ladle, he splashes water on his arm, and the blight recedes from his skin. The relief is immediate; Yato sighs and relaxes, a tension in his shoulders he didn't know was there leaking out of him. The cuts are still on his arm, but at least the pain is merely physical.
This isn't exactly the kind of water you'd want to clean a wound with though, so they'll have to do better for Elizabeth. He'll answer her questions about the blight if she has them, but either way he heads for another building on the grounds and promptly breaks the lock on the sliding door with a business-like kick. ]