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War God Bishamonten ([personal profile] dominatriarch) wrote2015-09-08 10:12 am
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This is Bishamon
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text: March 8 @3:25 AM (1/?)

[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-24 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ While awaiting rescue from Hajime, why not send weird texts to Bishamon at stupid hours? ]

Bishaaaaaaaaaaaa
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text: March 8 @3:25 AM (2/?)

[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-24 12:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There are plenty of good reasons, actually. ]

"Don't get in too deep" is garbage!
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text: March 8 @3:26 AM (3/?)

[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-24 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He might be a little delirious. ]

I've almost perfected it!
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text: March 8 @3:26 AM (4/?)

[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-24 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A lot delirious. Increasingly sure he's on the verge of death. Not that impressed with it. ]

I'll nail down that function. I'm > every god that came before.
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text: March 8 @3:27 AM (5/5)

[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-24 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, this was a good decision. ]

You'll be zetta impressed. Just wait.
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[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-24 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Congrats on knowing how to read the time. Hey, what % blight = lethal?
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[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-04-27 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Wanted to know if I'm playing russian roulette w/ fully loaded gun.
Need to subtract a bullet to better my odds.
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[personal profile] piphilologize 2016-05-01 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Risk = Reward
If I don't get refactored, I'll give you the solution set later. Bye, Bisha.
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March 9, 4:00 PM

[personal profile] sweetdeath 2016-05-03 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, I got around to visiting one of my shrines! I don't think I understand everything I saw there, though. Can I pick your brain?

You know more about how this god thing works than I do!


[--and she also might know what could suddenly make so many of Tajimamori's devoted followers utterly forget their devotion.

And if that's the kind of thing that could kill a god.]
sweetdeath: (did you hear that?)

[personal profile] sweetdeath 2016-05-03 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ueno Park in half an hour? I'll be by the zoo entrance.

[He doesn't mind asking over text message, he just doesn't know cell phones well enough to know how easy it might be for someone to read those texts. Meeting up in a place swarming with mortals to talk face to face just seems safer.

Tsuzuki's increasingly convinced that he's not immune to whatever might've taken out his predecessor.]
sweetdeath: (sometimes the sun)

[personal profile] sweetdeath 2016-05-03 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll see you then!

[True to his word, Tsuzuki heads straight for the park, buys an ice cream cone from one of the vendors hanging out around the zoo entrance selling sweets to families out for the afternoon, and leans against a wall to finish it while he waits. The crows seem to be better at spotting him than the mortal humans, and one particularly stubborn one keeps hopping up and aiming for his soft serve.

At four-thirty, he's just taking the last bite of cone and flapping his arms at the ominously approaching crow. It's trying to bite his hand.]
sweetdeath: (mirth unfelt)

[personal profile] sweetdeath 2016-05-03 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, too bad for him, it's all mine!

[The amusement fades from Tsuzuki's expression as he straightens up to look at her. They could be any two office workers blending in with the crowd: even if someone happened to have enough spiritual sensitivity to notice them, they won't stand out. It makes him feel safer.]

The day I found myself here, Tajimamori's presence disappeared from his main temple in Toyooka, and all of his devoted followers stopped showing up.

[He casts a nervous glance at her.] And, on top of that, I got the names of some of those followers, and the ones I could track down don't even remember going to the temple.

It's like someone wiped him out of their memories.
sweetdeath: (cold rain)

[personal profile] sweetdeath 2016-05-03 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[But that doesn't sound like a good lead-in. Tsuzuki sits on the other end of the bench, crossing his own legs and folding his hands on his knee.

Well, shit. So Tajimamori really is dead?]


Even after I talked to those followers, they didn't remember having been to the temple often. It's only the priest who recalled it.

-- But he said the presence was back in the temple after I visited, and... [He trails off and checks his text messages.] And it's still there now.
sweetdeath: (wait i don't think i got that)

[personal profile] sweetdeath 2016-05-03 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Wait a minute, that's not the old Susano'o?

[Shit, two new gods fooled him?! This new Susano'o sure has the dangerous temper down, though. He runs a hand through his hair, thinking.]

Anyway. So if you want to get rid of a god, you've got to get rid of their believers.

Like, say, by making those believers forget about him first, then taking him out. Tajimamori's one thing, but who could do something like that to Susano'o?

[And why bring new people in to replace them, once they've been destroyed?]

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