thefarshore | Heaven's BBS

[ There's a bit of length of time that passes before he gets a response back. ]

How much does your god know about you?
I know the question seems strange, but
I don't think this is a normal sickness.
I'm guessing you already tried eating and drinking, right?

They have nothing to do with it.

[ A quick response, laced in steel. He hadn't met with his god nor did he ever plan too. Whatever was happening, he'd figure it out on his own. ]

It doesn't help. The hunger doesn't go away.

I don't mean that the god has anything to do with it.
But you're a shinki, so you don't recall anything about your past.
It could be something related to that.
In fact, I'm almost certain of it.

[ A few minutes pass and he shoots another text. ]

I'm sure you have your reasons for not involving your god
But, would you mind
if I took a look at you?
I have a certain power that might be able to find out exactly what's wrong.

[ His fingers tighten on the device. It's something he's already considered but has yet to accept, not when the others have offered a more simple explanation since his last message. ]

Blight.

According to the others, I have the symptoms.

[ A moment passes. ]

If it was blight, I think your god
would have hunted you down by now.
I don't think it's blight.

[ A look. ]

Is that what you would do?

Yes.
Because if something is wrong, and I was your god
I'd want to help you.
Well, I'm not your god but I still want to help.
So either way I'd do my best.
Which is why I want to take a look at you.
...If you're worried, it won't hurt.

[ It's a long time before he answers. ]

What will you do?

I just need to touch your hand or arm or something.
It will allow me to read your physiology a little.

[ And potentially latent memories but that all depends on yoU! ]

[ That meant, it needed to be face to face. He's hesitant to go near anyone, not when he doesn't know when the hunger will strike. But then... what happens when it does? Without his memories to help him understand, he'll lose this battle. This, he knows. ]

Choose a location. I'll meet you there.

Meet me at my Temple. Be safe.

[ There are directions included. ]

Edited 2016-09-16 04:46 (UTC)

[ Ten minutes later he sends a response. ]

I'm outside.

[ Zero has made it a point to avoid the temples of the gods and here and so, he doesn't step inside. ]

[ It's another few minute before Watanuki comes outside, slipping past the wide open doors of his obscenely large temple. He's wearing a dark-blue yukata with thin silver stripes and a silver obi. He made his way over to Zero, tucking his phone away into his sleeve. ]

Welcome. I'm glad you made it. [ He pauses a few paces away from Zero, giving him a formal look over. ]

We've met before, but briefly. My name is Watanuki, if you don't remember.

[ He watches his approach, his eyes neither friendly nor hostile. ]

I remember.

Good. [ He nods. ] Alright then, Zero-san.

Like I said, it won't hurt. I just need to touch you for a moment so I can get a reading. [ And he held out his slender hands. ] May I please see your hand?

[ For a moment, he simply watches him, his thoughts hidden behind the calm facade as he extends a hand out to him to do as he will. ]

[ He's only used his powers a couple of times so far, but never on a person. But he knows it will work--he was able to stop a drug ring last time, so using it on a person... well. Inanimate objects were one thing: they didn't have memories or feelings per se, but the people who touched them did, and he was able to see the stories behind it all. But objects didn't have walls. ]

[ People did, so he had a feeling what he founnd would vary, but maybe if he focused... ]

[ 'Please let me see what's wrong, so I can help him.' He made a short prayer to himself, before reaching out with both hands, taking Zero's hand in both of his own. He let his thumb glide very gently over the top of the other's hand as he focused in. ]

[ Snow. It fell gently on his skin leaving behind a whisper of warmth. The god was suddenly transported to a world of phantasm hidden in the dark. beyond the trail of old footprints set before him.

Before him, a trail of old footprints steered toward a dark forest where no light passed through. Should he choose to follow where it lead, Watanuki would find a steel gun covered in blood marking the entrance of the forest. If he moves to touch the gun a memory will suddenly burst into full glory.

A heart beat rapidly in his chest. He was running, chasing after a figure in the dark. He ran headlong through the streets tracking the echo of insanity smeared across the wind and when he caught sight of the human figure he pulled out the gun. The shadowy figure laughed and he--you--pulled the trigger and a sharp cry filled the air as the bullet slammed through flesh and you smiled, an acrid smile filled with the same taint of the shadow.

The gun suddenly slips from the your hands the blood making it too slippery to hold onto and when it hits the ground the white snow turns red. ]

You shouldn't pick up things that don't belong to you.

[ A figure steps out the forest, looking like Zero but with longer hair. ]

What are you doing here?

[ The gun was... scary. He stood there in contemplation for awhile, but something in him told him to touch it, that the gun was what he was there for. He bent down, picking it up in one fluid motion. He's never held a gun before. It was incredibly heavy. The blood seemed to seep into his skin, and then-- ]

[ He was running, fast, but there was more than just a shadow. A black smog filled the entire memory, and it cut through his sense along with the gunshot like a knife through butter. Not only was the blood slippery, but he dropped it in utter shock, his wet hand flying to his chest, panting hard. He was trying to catch his breath, white mist huffing and puffing into the cold night air. He stood quickly, stumbling to his feet. ]

Oh-- [ A worried huff, but then, he ward the voice, and... ]

[ He turned quickly, spotting... ]

... [ he wanted to call out to him, his name, but the world Zero died on his tongue. He swallowed it back down. ]

I... [ What did he say. ] I'm supposed to be here. [ And he shifted, standing in front of the gun. ]

Is this gun yours? It's covered in blood.

You can't help. [ He slips behind a tree and for a moment disappears from sight before stepping out on the other side of the tree. ]

It's the way things are.

[ He lifts his gaze, looking back up at him, and suddenly he's raising a gun - the same gun! - and pointing it at him. ]

I don't like sharing.

Edited 2016-09-17 02:58 (UTC)

[ He feels his blood go cold. His heart seems to slip down from his chest and into his stomach. Or maybe it just froze in place and it just a gaping void. In any case, he can barely feel it anymore. He remains rooted in place. ]

That's why I came here. To help you. [ He swallowed, keeping his solid stance. It was just as if he was dreamwalking again. ] I'm... I'm more capable than I look.

That's how I am able to be here, where I shouldn't be. [ There's a pause. ]

Tell me what's wrong... Zero.

Silly. That's the problem.

[ He shoots him.. ]

Nothing is.

Edited 2016-09-17 03:15 (UTC)

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