1.A Stuck Indoors (Gumdrops): [While attempting to go about his daily business, Yato's been plagued by all colors of gumdrops even in this weather. Maybe it's his supernatural aura or they know he'll be annoyed at being paired up with anyone, but they keep trying to hook him up with people at random, much to his chagrin.
Finally, when he ducks into the nearest building to get out of the cold, they manage to snag both him and someone else, leading them to bump into each other with enough force that earns a disgruntled oof from him. The gumdrop cheers and chants its encouragement phrase.]
Hey, watch it!
[Any and all interactions welcome! Pick your gumdrop flavor!]
1.C: Delivering Heat: [Across the journals comes a messages from Yato during the blizzard:]
Given that I can teleport, I'm offering my services to help deliver fire cores to those who need them. All for the measly cost of one (1) wish to me! Though naturally I'll take any other offerings that might be, well, offered. You give Santa milk and cookies, right?? How about some hot tea or beer for me!
2.A Playing the Game: [Positioned at the entrance to Candyland is one discombobulated god. For not only is this Yato's first foray into a dreamscape, but he finds himself looking at things from a long forgotten perspective: as that of his younger self. Although in this case he's also been transformed into a floating ice sprite, so at least he's got some height to him? After making sure everything is where it should be, he picks up the gummy die and looks to the nearest person with a scowl that comes across more as a pout on his childish face.]
Just great... Guess we ought to give this a roll and see what other weird shit happens, huh?
[Being made little again certainly hasn't done anything for his mouth, that's for sure.]
3.C. Ice Mirrors: [Reflected in the ice beyond Yato's tiny form is the blurry vision of numerous people, dozens of them with their backs turned towards the young god as they walk away. From a young ghostly girl in all white to a woman in miko attire to a boy with messy blond hair - all the shinki he's ever had, leaving him again. His hand reaches towards the cold surface as he watches them leave with a forlorn look. Among them is one person some may recognize: that of Hiyori, with her being the last to turn from him. Yet still she does.
And that's as it should be. He is a God of Calamity, after all. Good for nothing but bringing harm to others. Why should anyone stay with him, perpetual loser that he is? Lowering his head as his arm drops, he gives a wan smile, shivering slightly.]
That's alright. Everyone's better off without me around. They'll have happier lives this way...
[Ever a slave to mirrors in Songerein, it seems, Yato has fallen victim to yet another one of their spells and could use a wake-up call of some sort.]
3.D. Ice Queen: [Assuming that someone is kind enough to rescue his ass from the mirrors, Yato will stand facing off against the Ice Queen amid the storm with a dreamotion katana wielded in both his small hands. The winds are strong enough that he's had to stop floating in order to ground himself so he doesn't blow away, and even finds himself having to grab on to random people now and then to steady himself.]
Geez, this witch needs to take a chill pill! I'm getting real tired of her crap. Let's hurry up and take her down, huh?!
[Letting go of whoever he glommed onto, he takes up a battle stance with cute brows furrowed in concentration. Hopefully they'll have enough goodies to let them get close enough to actually have an affect on her.]
Yato | Noragami
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1.A Stuck Indoors (Gumdrops):
[While attempting to go about his daily business, Yato's been plagued by all colors of gumdrops even in this weather. Maybe it's his supernatural aura or they know he'll be annoyed at being paired up with anyone, but they keep trying to hook him up with people at random, much to his chagrin.
Finally, when he ducks into the nearest building to get out of the cold, they manage to snag both him and someone else, leading them to bump into each other with enough force that earns a disgruntled oof from him. The gumdrop cheers and chants its encouragement phrase.]
Hey, watch it!
[Any and all interactions welcome! Pick your gumdrop flavor!]
1.C: Delivering Heat:
[Across the journals comes a messages from Yato during the blizzard:]
Given that I can teleport, I'm offering my services to help deliver fire cores to those who need them. All for the measly cost of one (1) wish to me! Though naturally I'll take any other offerings that might be, well, offered. You give Santa milk and cookies, right?? How about some hot tea or beer for me!
2.A Playing the Game:
[Positioned at the entrance to Candyland is one discombobulated god. For not only is this Yato's first foray into a dreamscape, but he finds himself looking at things from a long forgotten perspective: as that of his younger self. Although in this case he's also been transformed into a floating ice sprite, so at least he's got some height to him? After making sure everything is where it should be, he picks up the gummy die and looks to the nearest person with a scowl that comes across more as a pout on his childish face.]
Just great... Guess we ought to give this a roll and see what other weird shit happens, huh?
[Being made little again certainly hasn't done anything for his mouth, that's for sure.]
3.C. Ice Mirrors:
[Reflected in the ice beyond Yato's tiny form is the blurry vision of numerous people, dozens of them with their backs turned towards the young god as they walk away. From a young ghostly girl in all white to a woman in miko attire to a boy with messy blond hair - all the shinki he's ever had, leaving him again. His hand reaches towards the cold surface as he watches them leave with a forlorn look. Among them is one person some may recognize: that of Hiyori, with her being the last to turn from him. Yet still she does.
And that's as it should be. He is a God of Calamity, after all. Good for nothing but bringing harm to others. Why should anyone stay with him, perpetual loser that he is? Lowering his head as his arm drops, he gives a wan smile, shivering slightly.]
That's alright. Everyone's better off without me around. They'll have happier lives this way...
[Ever a slave to mirrors in Songerein, it seems, Yato has fallen victim to yet another one of their spells and could use a wake-up call of some sort.]
3.D. Ice Queen:
[Assuming that someone is kind enough to rescue his ass from the mirrors, Yato will stand facing off against the Ice Queen amid the storm with a dreamotion katana wielded in both his small hands. The winds are strong enough that he's had to stop floating in order to ground himself so he doesn't blow away, and even finds himself having to grab on to random people now and then to steady himself.]
Geez, this witch needs to take a chill pill! I'm getting real tired of her crap. Let's hurry up and take her down, huh?!
[Letting go of whoever he glommed onto, he takes up a battle stance with cute brows furrowed in concentration. Hopefully they'll have enough goodies to let them get close enough to actually have an affect on her.]