thefarshore | Heaven's BBS

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.

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[ 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)

[ The shot rings out in the silence of the night and once it hits its target he's transported to a dark room. There's an unmade bed, a lamp, dresser and no pictures. No single marker to identify the occupant of the room except for the heaving sounds coming from the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar and a pale light streams out given enough light to chase away a portion of the darkness.

If he approaches the bathroom, the room gets noticeably cold with every step and once the door is pushed open a glass falls on the ground breaking at the unclad feet of the figure inside. Zero grasps the edge of the sink with bloody fingers slowly cracking the porcelain beneath as he struggles for breath. ]

[ Getting shot was surreal. His body jolted back. His vision was eaten up by darkness-- ]

[ And then his back was against the wall, a bedroom of sorts. He had to lean back to keep his knees from giving out from under him. He took a deep swallow of a breath. His heartbeat was back; fast, but back. Warm again. ]

[ His eyes drift towards the cracked door and the streaming sliver of light. His mismatched eyes stare at it a bit, before the sounds of panting catch his attention, ragged and desperate. It takes him a moment, but he steps away from the wall, slowly, taking quiet steps towards the bathroom. His hands slowly press against the wall beside it for balance and he peeks inside to see what's going on, and... ]

[ It's Zero, but he looks desperate, in pain. Somehow, he's strong enough to crack the sink, and it hits Watanuki that is earlier assumption was right. Though he didn't say it out loud, Zero was something more than human, something otherworldly, because people couldn't just crack something so solid, couldn't so easily chase and hunt down someone and then just grin about it with such coldness that it made his shiver. ]

[ He wanted to rush in and help, but the last time his ass got shot, so for the moment he remained, watching him closely. ]

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