[ Yato's so multi-talented... Elizabeth'll nod and, as soon as he's turned away, rubs her cheeks of any tears before she starts off after him. She's never been to the shrine before—actually, that's not really that surprising, since she hasn't really been to a lot of places in the city despite living here for the better part of the year at this point—but she's never... been to a shrine in general before?
Really, if it weren't for things like weddings and funerals and all of that, she probably wouldn't have stepped into a church, either. A belief in a higher power doesn't come naturally to her, and even less so now with... Retrospec and all.
She's quiet as they walk though, and she'll stay quiet unless he wants to talk... but she'd sort of rather keep an ear out for that girl, or any of her little monsters, or anything like that. Her own ax-wielding fog monster doesn't bother her unless she's alone, thankfully. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Actually, Yato's chatter is a welcome distraction, and she files the little anecdotes away as soundly as she does lectures in class. Even if she'd like to split her attention, or just ignore it to stay alert, his easy-going manner tugs her along and she slowly finds herself smiling, the pain in her arm becoming less and less noticeable as she focuses elsewhere.
She pauses beneath the torii just briefly, gaze sweeping the shrines before she glances over her shoulder at all the stairs—she catches up to him briskly after, already thinking about coming here in the daytime. It's pretty at night, even with the night being so dangerous this month; it has to be even lovelier during the day, when there's no risk of being hunted. She follows him as he moves, though she's trying to think of how to bring up the whole... awful looking state his arm was in, and
well, she's forgetting that as soon as he breaks the lock, giving a small jump. Um. ]
Was that absolutely necessary, Yato?
[ Her voice is quiet but not small by any means, at the very least. She's gotten a little better with the walk and the distractions, and she shifts her book in her good arm idly. ]
[ He's pretty calm about walking in, though. He flips the lights on, revealing an administration-type interior -- or at least as administrative as shrine architecture can look: a long wooden counter for the shrine workers to sell charms and plaques over behind a wooden shuttered wall, a receptionist's desk, some extra rooms in the back, your typical office setting in an old-fashioned shell. ]
Close the door behind you. Should be safe in here... There's a restroom around the corner to the left if you wanna rinse your wound off.
[ Meanwhile, he heads into a backroom to root around for a first-aid kit. ]
[ She does as she's told and gives the interior a quick glance before she goes to wash her wound. It isn't as bad as she thought it'd be—it's not good, but her arm's still intact. Elizabeth traces it with her fingers under running water, not exactly sure if she needs stitches (maybe? canine bites usually do, right?), and pauses when she catches her reflection in the mirror.
She looks sort of awful. She washes her face, breathing in and out slowly, and comes back out—she ends up resting against that long wooden counter, flipping idly through her grimoire. She can't read any of it, except for Thanatos' and Kohryu's entries, but all the same, it's something to occupy herself with. Her wound's stopped its bleeding at least, between time and water and pressure, but she's still being gentle not to lean on it or lean it on anything.
When he returns, he's getting a small smile and a little wave with her good arm. Like she hasn't been terribly quiet this entire time and also did not sound like she was ten seconds from crying not long before that. ]
[ He won't hold anything against her for having a minor crisis in composure. As much as the inhabitants in the city are getting used to strange happenings, Yato hasn't forgotten that life-threatening situations are the exception rather than the rule. Even collected people like Elizabeth are allowed to have human reactions...
Yato pops back into the lobby with a first-aid kid pilfered from some drawer. He sets it open on the counter next to her. ]
Yep. Lemme see your arm.
[ He glances at her grimoire before pulling out some disinfectant, gauze, and all that good stuff. Whenever she's ready, he'll get to work on patching her up. In the meantime, he has none of her reservations about being nosy. ]
[ He might not care about a break in character, but she does—despite her easy-going nature, she has appearances to keep up. People have expectations and she has to rise above and beyond those, no matter what they might be...
She glances at her book when he asks about, rubbing a page with her finger. ]
A grimoire. [ ... ] It belonged to my other self so, naturally, it's mine as well. I received it not too long ago... It's quite handy, if a little heavy.
[ And not exactly ideal for fighting with, obviously, but it isn't like she fights: her Persona does. She flips it back to Thanatos' page and gives it a little wave with her fingers. ]
It allows me to summon Thanatos. [ A beat. She isn't actually sure how much Yato knows about Ryoji's circumstances, and she's not certain she wants to give everything about him away... Elizabeth frowns a moment, then settles for something that sounds like it should be the foreword of a movie: ] He's mine and mine alone, and any similarities to any other creatures that look like him are purely aesthetic.
[ That last bit answers a number of Yato's questions by virtue of its sheer pointiness. ]
So you know about the other Thanatos. I didn't think there were clones of him running around. The more you know...
[ But it explains why her Thanatos was so controlled. Ryoji could stand to be so polite in his own form of Thanatos. Yato motions for Elizabeth to surrender her injured arm and equips himself with a little bottle of spray disinfectant. Time for some red hot decontamination action. ]
First you're a Midas of blades, and now you're a summoner of death incarnate. You like to be a bucket full of surprises.
[ Elizabeth holds her injured one out to him, lips quirking up in a smile. This spray's either going to be really good or really bad, but it doesn't really matter—she's had worse scrapes before from practice.
...Okay, she has not had worse scrapes than this, but they've gotten pretty bad before. ]
I believe people would consider that a "charm point," Yato. [ She sort of misses her weapon ability, but summoning suits her a lot more, she's found. And then, not as teasing as it could be, given she's still subdued: ] Does it fan the flames of our engagement for you?
[ ...she is pretty sure he was like, not serious at all about the marrying thing during August, but she can't not poke fun about it. ]
[ isn't it wild that they suffered next to no injury after being trapped in a laboratory with a number of crazed beings, shot into space, and thrust into intergalactic battle with an angry alien in an enormous battleship
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this is yato's face as he furiously tries to remember what the fuck she's talking about ]
[ This is why she likes you, Yato. His blank face isn't going unmissed, but it's going uncommented on, and Elizabeth places a hand (of her noninjured arm, obviously) on her chest. ]
My, what bold words. How surprising it is you were ever single with such charming lines under your belt!
[ ...This is stupid, but it's the stupid they need, clearly. ]
i'm glad all my first- and secondhand embarrassment wasn't for naught
Heh heh! My words most sincere fly not at first opportunity, but first necessity. The only surprise is mine, that none bolder sought to claim you first.
[ ... He spritzes the wound and presses some gauze onto it. Just spouting theatrical nonsense while treating an animal wound, no big deal?? ]
did you know: after sending that tag i immediately went to sleep
[ A smile. That is slightly pained, but trying not to be. Wounds sting???? ]
I've never been approached as far as dating goes, to my knowledge. It isn't a concern of mine in the slightest, but I do feel as though I'm not the type of girl anyone looks at and thinks they'd like to go out with. [ ...Romance isn't a big deal for her, so it really doesn't matter; this is just what she's felt. ] Of course, I've always moved around, and most of my interactions and relationships were rather surface-level as a result.
[ ...Yato this is the greatest compliment she's ever been paid??? And this is also the cutest bow she's ever had, she's gently poking it for a second before she remembers she shouldn't mess with it and put her hand down. ]
I'm not intimidating... I believe. [ ..... ] Then again, quite some time ago I asked for two boys to prostrate themselves so that we could help an acquaintance of ours make a human pyramid for her bingo card, and one immediately dropped to the ground...
[ With Elizabeth patched up, Yato turns to wrapping his own wound. He disinfects it, slaps some gauze on it, and begins to wrap it, one end of the bandage in his teeth to keep it taut until he's done rolling it around. He snips the end from the roll, leaving two loose ends to the wrapping. He can't really tie it with one hand, so he sticks his arm out at Elizabeth. ]
Oh, that stuff? My other self called it yasumi -- I guess it translates as blight. When phantoms hurt me, they leave those marks behind. Seems like humans don't have to worry about it, though.
[ ...that explains the awesome sword skills, at least? ...did she say anything offensive about God or gods in general in August, she doesn't think she did—mmmm. She lets her hands drop and goes back to playing with her book's pages. ]
My other self wasn't exactly human either, as far as I can tell.
[ Yato hasn't been a god long enough to feel offended on behalf of all gods or anything, so she's good... He tosses the pieces of the first aid kit back into their box and shuts the lid. ]
Isn't that the question? [ She doesn't mean to sound self-deprecating, but it edges there. Mmmm... ] She wasn't a god, though. I don't think so, at the very least. She inhabited a place between dream and reality called "The Velvet Room," and played assistant to an older man. The room was really a rather large elevator, ever ascending upwards...
[ ...She knows it sounds weird. She knows that. ]
She fought a monster on the moon once, though, without any issue that a normal human might have. [ yknow like breathing in space. ] So I truly can't classify her as one? But I'm not really sure what to call her, in that case.
[ At... least most of this she's told people other than Yato before. Granted, only because it came up at the meeting? But that's not really the point. ]
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Really, if it weren't for things like weddings and funerals and all of that, she probably wouldn't have stepped into a church, either. A belief in a higher power doesn't come naturally to her, and even less so now with... Retrospec and all.
She's quiet as they walk though, and she'll stay quiet unless he wants to talk... but she'd sort of rather keep an ear out for that girl, or any of her little monsters, or anything like that. Her own ax-wielding fog monster doesn't bother her unless she's alone, thankfully. ]
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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. ]
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She pauses beneath the torii just briefly, gaze sweeping the shrines before she glances over her shoulder at all the stairs—she catches up to him briskly after, already thinking about coming here in the daytime. It's pretty at night, even with the night being so dangerous this month; it has to be even lovelier during the day, when there's no risk of being hunted. She follows him as he moves, though she's trying to think of how to bring up the whole... awful looking state his arm was in, and
well, she's forgetting that as soon as he breaks the lock, giving a small jump. Um. ]
Was that absolutely necessary, Yato?
[ Her voice is quiet but not small by any means, at the very least. She's gotten a little better with the walk and the distractions, and she shifts her book in her good arm idly. ]
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[ He's pretty calm about walking in, though. He flips the lights on, revealing an administration-type interior -- or at least as administrative as shrine architecture can look: a long wooden counter for the shrine workers to sell charms and plaques over behind a wooden shuttered wall, a receptionist's desk, some extra rooms in the back, your typical office setting in an old-fashioned shell. ]
Close the door behind you. Should be safe in here... There's a restroom around the corner to the left if you wanna rinse your wound off.
[ Meanwhile, he heads into a backroom to root around for a first-aid kit. ]
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She looks sort of awful. She washes her face, breathing in and out slowly, and comes back out—she ends up resting against that long wooden counter, flipping idly through her grimoire. She can't read any of it, except for Thanatos' and Kohryu's entries, but all the same, it's something to occupy herself with. Her wound's stopped its bleeding at least, between time and water and pressure, but she's still being gentle not to lean on it or lean it on anything.
When he returns, he's getting a small smile and a little wave with her good arm. Like she hasn't been terribly quiet this entire time and also did not sound like she was ten seconds from crying not long before that. ]
Did you find what you were looking for?
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Yato pops back into the lobby with a first-aid kid pilfered from some drawer. He sets it open on the counter next to her. ]
Yep. Lemme see your arm.
[ He glances at her grimoire before pulling out some disinfectant, gauze, and all that good stuff. Whenever she's ready, he'll get to work on patching her up. In the meantime, he has none of her reservations about being nosy. ]
What's that book?
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She glances at her book when he asks about, rubbing a page with her finger. ]
A grimoire. [ ... ] It belonged to my other self so, naturally, it's mine as well. I received it not too long ago... It's quite handy, if a little heavy.
[ And not exactly ideal for fighting with, obviously, but it isn't like she fights: her Persona does. She flips it back to Thanatos' page and gives it a little wave with her fingers. ]
It allows me to summon Thanatos. [ A beat. She isn't actually sure how much Yato knows about Ryoji's circumstances, and she's not certain she wants to give everything about him away... Elizabeth frowns a moment, then settles for something that sounds like it should be the foreword of a movie: ] He's mine and mine alone, and any similarities to any other creatures that look like him are purely aesthetic.
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So you know about the other Thanatos. I didn't think there were clones of him running around. The more you know...
[ But it explains why her Thanatos was so controlled. Ryoji could stand to be so polite in his own form of Thanatos. Yato motions for Elizabeth to surrender her injured arm and equips himself with a little bottle of spray disinfectant. Time for some red hot decontamination action. ]
First you're a Midas of blades, and now you're a summoner of death incarnate. You like to be a bucket full of surprises.
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...Okay, she has not had worse scrapes than this, but they've gotten pretty bad before. ]
I believe people would consider that a "charm point," Yato. [ She sort of misses her weapon ability, but summoning suits her a lot more, she's found. And then, not as teasing as it could be, given she's still subdued: ] Does it fan the flames of our engagement for you?
[ ...she is pretty sure he was like, not serious at all about the marrying thing during August, but she can't not poke fun about it. ]
1/3
anyway
this is yato's face as he furiously tries to remember what the fuck she's talking about ]
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3/3
It's but one puff of wind into the wildfire, my dear Elizabeth. Summoning is a parlor trick before the spell you've already cast on my heart.
[ Yato gets really into Theater 101.
... He's pretty sure she knows he wasn't serious about the marrying thing during August, and he is a firm believer in playing along for fun(?). ]
boba i'm fucking wheezing and breaking my stupid tag freeze for you please be happy
My, what bold words. How surprising it is you were ever single with such charming lines under your belt!
[ ...This is stupid, but it's the stupid they need, clearly. ]
i'm glad all my first- and secondhand embarrassment wasn't for naught
[ ... He spritzes the wound and presses some gauze onto it. Just spouting theatrical nonsense while treating an animal wound, no big deal?? ]
did you know: after sending that tag i immediately went to sleep
[ A smile. That is slightly pained, but trying not to be. Wounds sting???? ]
I've never been approached as far as dating goes, to my knowledge. It isn't a concern of mine in the slightest, but I do feel as though I'm not the type of girl anyone looks at and thinks they'd like to go out with. [ ...Romance isn't a big deal for her, so it really doesn't matter; this is just what she's felt. ] Of course, I've always moved around, and most of my interactions and relationships were rather surface-level as a result.
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I bet no one approaches you 'cause they're intimidated. Like with Beyonce! You'd have to have real balls to ask Beyonce out.
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I'm not intimidating... I believe. [ ..... ] Then again, quite some time ago I asked for two boys to prostrate themselves so that we could help an acquaintance of ours make a human pyramid for her bingo card, and one immediately dropped to the ground...
[ it was very dom. ]
Well, [ ahem ] perhaps a little.
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[ With Elizabeth patched up, Yato turns to wrapping his own wound. He disinfects it, slaps some gauze on it, and begins to wrap it, one end of the bandage in his teeth to keep it taut until he's done rolling it around. He snips the end from the roll, leaving two loose ends to the wrapping. He can't really tie it with one hand, so he sticks his arm out at Elizabeth. ]
Help me out, wouldja?
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Pardon me for asking, however... What was that black... stuff, for lack of a better term, around this earlier?
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Oh, that stuff? My other self called it yasumi -- I guess it translates as blight. When phantoms hurt me, they leave those marks behind. Seems like humans don't have to worry about it, though.
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You're not human?
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[ He genuinely can't remember whom he tells anymore... ]
I wasn't always this way. It's... [ He wiggles a hand. ] Retrospec stuff.
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[ ...that explains the awesome sword skills, at least? ...did she say anything offensive about God or gods in general in August, she doesn't think she did—mmmm. She lets her hands drop and goes back to playing with her book's pages. ]
My other self wasn't exactly human either, as far as I can tell.
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That so? What was she, then?
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[ ...She knows it sounds weird. She knows that. ]
She fought a monster on the moon once, though, without any issue that a normal human might have. [ yknow like breathing in space. ] So I truly can't classify her as one? But I'm not really sure what to call her, in that case.
[ At... least most of this she's told people other than Yato before. Granted, only because it came up at the meeting? But that's not really the point. ]
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