plummeting through life | open

[goen]

WHO: Yato and you!
WHERE: Outside of Recolle Jail, various
WHEN: Saturday, July 15 (backdated)
WHAT: Yato springs himself out of jail and grapples with weightlessness to the inconvenience of all.
WARNINGS: None!



A. Defying gravity (badly) | OTA

[ Maybe you’re on your way to the hospital or Worship Corner. Maybe you’re a cop leaving the station, about to make your rounds. Maybe you’re just passing through to get across town. Whatever reason you have to be in Tribunal Terrace, you’re in danger of getting wrecking balled by one (1) god in what is plainly a jail uniform.

Yato woke up this morning with his body feeling curiously light -- a sensation he knew might be coming someday, given the detachment he always feels in his hallucinomemories. Like he only has one foot in the physical world. The other is rooted on a different shore, far less tangible.

He knew this was coming, and yet it’s a frightening feeling in real life, waking up with part of him gone. Over a hundred pounds of bone and tissue, simply pulled out of him. He takes up just as much volume, but his mass is all gone. Where did it go? Where is he going?

The man named Yato is drifting away to a place unseen, immeasurable. It saddens him in a way he cannot grasp.

When he walks, it’s a wonder he doesn’t fly. It’s a miracle that his feet still touch the floor of his gray jail cell. He paces like an animal caged, but in reality he’s only trying to relearn his body. It’s one thing to go for a ride in another Yato’s body in a hallucinomemory, and a whole other thing to take the wheel. He doesn’t need to dig his feet into the ground so forcefully or expect so much impact on his joints. Sometimes he has to touch himself to make sure he’s still all here.

Once he has the walking thing down and it’s about time for his recreational allowance, he shouts at a guard to let him out. The guard is, as usual, visibly surprised to see that an inmate has been in the cell all along and cuffs Yato to take him along to the exercise yard. When he’s uncuffed again and the guard walks away, Yato waits to be forgotten again. The guards always forget when they look away. He could spend all day in the exercise yard if he wanted to. Finally, Yato winds himself up, runs -- and jumps for the fortress wall of the prison.

He sails clear over it with rather less composure than he’d like to admit, the magnitude of his leap vastly exceeding his own expectations. It’s almost peaceful way up in the air, the sounds of the city falling away for a few brief seconds. And then all too soon he’s plummeting back to the earth, about to land who-knows-where. If it’s on the ground, then the good news is that it won’t hurt Yato. If it’s on a car or some other hollow object, then the good news is that he’ll only leave a little dent. You can totally buff that out. If it’s on a person, then the good news is that with his fractional weight, he won’t kill them… probably.

In any case, SURPRISE… A blue-eyed jail escapee is dropping into your life. ]


B. A sentimental god | for existing CR

[ After hopping back into jail, retrieving his possessions, and giving his clothes a much needed washing in the jail laundry room, Yato hops out of jail for good in his classic tracksuit and his hair done up in a tiny ponytail. He immediately eschews walking the streets in favor of (very carefully) hopping across building tops, tripping along fences, and missing lampposts completely. What can he say? It’s a lot more fun than walking sidewalks in boring old straight lines and waiting for traffic lights.

Now that he’s free, he has some friends to visit. The Inkwell first, then individual homes. In jail, he entertained the notion of letting his friends forget him while he was languishing there -- for their own good. But now that he’s out, he can’t control himself; he wants to see his friends. It’s been about three weeks. He wouldn’t be surprised if some of them needed their memories of him jumpstarted. The thought doesn’t sting nearly as much as it used to.

So whether you’re at home, at work, or wandering the streets of Recolle, Yato is here to nose his way back into your life. He’ll even be quiet and polite about it for once. Just sidling up on in there. Looking over your shoulder to see what you’re doing on your phone. Staring at you from directly behind the person you’re actually talking to. Eating your food. Falling on you instead of landing coolly in front of you like he was trying to do. You know. Polite.

Or maybe you spot him first, walking unsteadily along a telephone line that bends lightly under his weight. Or just as likely, he could be misjudging a leap, tripping off a building, and faceplanting into the side of the next one before falling to the ground with a light thump. But it's fine. He's fine. ]


C. Wildcard

[ do ya thing ]


(( as always, here are interaction notes for yato! they’re less rules and more guidelines, go nuts ))

Comments

b

[splinten]

[Dirk's startled to see Yato. He instantly focuses on him.]

Dude, where the fuck have you been?

[goen]

[ Somehow, Yato is just as startled by Dirk's reaction. ]

I... I got arrested!

[ Dirk would understand, right... They did first meet in a jail cell. ]

[splinten]

Nice.

[Dirk no.]

What for?

b. i couldn't wait til con

[appraiser]

[ Ryoji isn't the friend Yato's looking for, but he's someone whose eyes and feet follow silently as Yato ghosts around people like the strangest thing; to him, Yato had always come off as loud and bright, somebody who catches your attention and refuses to let go of it. So why is he being ignored by people? His friends? What did he do to piss them all off and give him the cold shoulder, etc.

I guess Yato's the one being stalked this time, but only for a little while until he leaps up onto that telephone line and Ryoji can't remain silent like that, neck craned up to stare at the bottoms of Yato's shoes on that thin line between life and death.

What— Why- ] How. Are you... [ -doing that? But also "how are you?" is what he wants to extend. You can make up with your friends, Yato! There's no need to be so reckless!! ]

embraces gently

[goen]

[ Yato wobbles on the wire, half because he's still trying to get used to his new sense of balance, half because he's bending to try and look at Ryoji below. Any wariness he had about height in the past was dashed when he accidentally jumped and fell several stories earlier in the day and came out (relatively) unscathed. ]

Oh, it's you.

[ For what it's worth, Ryoji doesn't elicit the dislike in Yato he used to. Exasperation, sure, but not outright aversion. Swordfighting a person for several days makes the heart grow fonder? If you're Yato, anyway.

How is actually an excellent question that Yato pauses to consider. He could offer an educated guess, but what he actually says is ]

I'm a god, remember?

[appraiser]

You told me. But not of your new career as a tightrope walker.

[ Gods just sort of appear and disappear, don't they? Or ride on thunderclouds or something, he doesn't know gods outside of books and movies. ]

B

[openhanded]

[Sorey drops the bouquet of purple roses (with gray leaves) that he'd been carrying, so shocked at the sudden appearance of a boy colliding with the wall. He's seen a bit of Dante's less aimless parkour but it's not enough to prepare him for... Nike Brand Yato.]

Y-Yato?!

[Look, he didn't even need any prompting this time! His resonance is about as good as it'll ever get. Anyway, he's rushing over to help the fallen god, flowers be damned.]

Hey, are you okay?

1/2

[goen]

[ Yato's icon is extremely true to life at this moment. The wall (along with probably many other walls) leaves his face with some redness and light scraping, but otherwise he doesn't show any outward signs of damage. If he's lying on the floor a bit longer than he needs to, it's because his pride needs the moment.

But he does sit up, especially when Sorey reaches him. Yato waves him away and climbs up to his feet, dusting off his tracksuit. ]

Hey, Sorey.

2/2

[goen]

[ ... Hey, wait a moment. His gaze whips to Sorey, eyebrows raised. ]

You noticed me.

[openhanded]

[Sorey's relieved to see that Yato's okay, though he'll get to the flying in a moment. What Yato said is actually...]

-- Oh! You're right! And I remembered you right away, too! Maybe it's because my resonance is getting stronger?

[At least he has the term for that now. Before, he'd barely understood what had happened... but he has quite a bit more context for his power at this point.]

Or maybe it's because you just crashed into a building-- I mean, that's pretty hard to miss... You look like you've been having a bad day.

b

[fairhands]

[ Yato, whatever cool thing you were planning to do, falling on him wasn't anything he was expecting to ever happen to him in his lifetime, so good job.

He's also kind of a noodle of a man so being fallen on is, not exactly something he can deal with gracefully, so he'll be on the ground beneath you making a really pained noise. ]

[goen]

[ ow shit fuck

Wouldn't it be something if Yukine walked in on this too. But NO, Yato is taking no chances and quickly rolls off of Marcell. ]

Hey, Tailor Man! My bad.

[ Are you okay there bro... Yato hovers just in case Marcell broke a bone from like five actual pounds of god falling on him. ]

[fairhands]

[ He's a weak noodle man, spare him. ]

G...give me a moment.

[ Marcell is carefully trying to push himself back up. ]

B

[constellates]

[You know who Anya loves? Yato.

You know who should probably be practicing for Reconvention? Anya.

You know who's definitely getting distracted from her notes from her choreographer as soon as she sees Yato out of the corner of her eye? Anya!!!

There's an apology - followed by a request for just a small break, so that she can go over her notes and recenter herself - before Anya is then wandering riiiight out of her dance practice and then throwing herself at Yato almost recklessly??? Because, y'know.]

Yato...!!

[Yes, that's reason enough to her.]

[goen]

[ Yeah yeah yeah it's his favorite little lady!! Yato is always ready for recklessness, so he catches her easily and spins with her momentum until he can safely deposit her back on her feet. His lack of weight only seems to affect his personal relationship with gravity; he can still bear weight like his appearance would suggest, casually shattering the laws of physics like the complete nuisance he is.

He's been pestering her via phone all this time (she'll have plenty of cheerful selfies of him now with jail oddities ranging from janky food to oblivious guards scratching their butts), but it's been three weeks(!) since he's been able to dote on Anya in person, so he makes up for lost time by immediately cradling her to his bosom. ]

Anyaaa! You look great out there! You haven't been overworking yourself, have you?!

[constellates]

[Ah yes, her collection of selfies has covered even his jail arc. That said, three weeks with Yato is decidedly Too Long without Yato. So she'll take the physical affection most excitedly with a happy little hum and giggle combo.]

Mm? Нет! No, do not worry, Yato.

[Silly, he always worries about her first even though - ]

You are out now? Добро пожаловать! Welcome again.

b

[skald]

[Tuuri still does not and still cannot notice Yato, but she's waiting at the bus stop, surrounded by tall spindly things that an anime protagonist might want to pose on. She also keep pulling her phone out to check it-- she dropped it recently and cracked the screen, but her lockscreen is still set to the picture that she and Yato took together at the hobo eye gazing party! This is probably due to the caption that says "don't change this" more than anything else, but it's the thought that counts.

She's seriously not going to notice him, sorry Yato.]

[goen]

[ Well... it's what he expects by now... But he does notice that she's managed not to change her lockscreen from his perch right behind her, like literally he is crouching on the back of the bus stop bench like a cat and peering over her shoulder to see what she's looking at on her phone. Hoping to catch her googling something embarrassing, to be honest... ]

[skald]

[Fucking rude, Yato.

She was flipping through some pictures-- mostly of Tuuri posing with various different friends at a party on the beach at night, like all of her friends except Yato-- but starts humming under her breath. After a second, she switches to google to look up the lyrics of what she's humming, which is... Never Gonna Give You Up. It got stuck in her head after bingo.]

22/07, wildcard

[notbunaga]

[hey look a text from his old pal aki]

WHERE ARE YOU

[goen]

[ It looks like Aki might remember him now?? Maybe?? A little?? He should probably be happy about this. ]

Um

[ will he die if he tells her ]

[notbunaga]

yato please
no bs

b; i'm late but i'm here

[sotenbori]

[ majima's surprised that yato would visit him after the way their conversation went before, but maybe he shouldn't be. he'd shared things with yato he didn't share with many people and that was definitely important in its own way. majima sets down the papers he was looking over and looks up at Yato, searching his face for a moment. he's not assessing emotion, though, he's more just trying to see if it looks like yato had been roughed up at all. but it doesn't seem like it. he's not sure what yato was waiting for to speak, but he's pretty sure he's been here for a little bit. just hanging out, as you do, i guess. ]

Ya want a beer or somethin'? 's on the house.

[goen]

[ Yato may be suffering from minor scraping, but none of it from anything but his own devices. It looks like Majima still remembers him, and despite the awkwardness Yato should probably feel around Majima now, he finds that he just feels relieved that his former boss doesn't seem displeased to see him. Disagreements happen, but Yato will be the last person to let a friendship go for ideological butting.

And of course there's that mention of beer. Yato brightens instantly. ]

You always know just what to say! Lay it on me, boss. Alcohol is the taste of civilization!

[sotenbori]

[ majima nods, heading out to the bar to get him one. he pours it in a glass like civilization and everything and hands it over to him. ]

Are ya goin' back ta work at Chuuya's, or ya got other plans?