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Who gon' pray for me? [OPEN]
WHO: Rin Okumura and Open
WHERE: All Over
WHEN: Entire month, including punishment week
WHAT: Punishment week, Rin is burdened with increasing paranoia that he's losing control of his powers and doesn't handle it well at all. Rest of the month, general catch all, feeding folks, possibly helping with quests, etc
WARNINGS: Well it's Rin, swearing is going to happen sooner or later. Sooner more than later, probably.
a. first week - Rin's house in Bluo
[They say 'trust your instincts', that gut feelings are supposed to be the most accurate way to tell that something is wrong and needs to not be ignored.
What happens, though, when your gut is telling you you're losing control even if that's not actually what's happening.
It started as an annoying nagging sensation in the pit of Rin's stomach shortly after things returned to normal and the district populations were all one again. It was distracting, to say the least, but he couldn't put a finger on what was causing the feeling so it went more or less ignored until he woke up the next day only to find it more insistent. Stronger. Persistent.
Again, he couldn't quite settle on what was causing it, and while he became increasingly and unusually quiet even while working in the kitchen, there was a strange thought in his mind that it had something to do with his sword. Checking said sword didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary, and once again it was mostly ignored.
On the third day, however, he didn't appear out of his room until mid afternoon, looking haggard, lacking sleep and twitchy. Even the movements of his tail were erratic. He was certain now - something was wrong with him, with his power, and there was a constant twisting of nerves in his stomach along with the pervasive thought that he was quite possibly losing control. A year of training to prevent such a thing and for reasons unknown to him he was simply... slipping.
Day four, he didn't come out of his room at all.
He feared being around anyone, especially those he cared about, knowing that should he truly snap the way he felt like his mind and body were attempting to do he would absolutely wind up hurting someone. He was terrified, waiting with shaky breaths and exhausted eyes for the moment when he would finally lose it all and burn everything down. Nothing he did to calm himself worked in the least, and his only refuge at that point was to keep himself locked away and hope... pray, even ... that no one would try to come looking for him.]
b. catch all, second week on - "Chroma Cafe"
[Once that paranoid feeling passes and he no longer fears he'll be dragged in to fire and insanity by lacking control of his own powers, it's back to relative normalcy for Rin. Of course it's not easily forgotten, that awful week spent thinking he'll burn someone he cares about. It lingers in his mind, only manifesting as moments of quiet contemplation and distant gazes, but more or less he's the same old Rin working diligently to keep people in Chroma fed from his recently dubbed "Chroma Cafe".
Granted it's a cafe in name only, really just a kitchen where food is passed out to those who ask, but at least now thanks to Vriska it has been adorned with the appropriate signage.]
c. catch all - evenings, at the docks
[The experience left him feeling oddly restless. He never considered himself lazy, exactly, but normally he wasn't against a good long bout of relaxation especially after a day in the kitchen. Lately, though, he found himself needing to take a walk once the kitchen was closed up for the evening, eventually winding up at the docks staring out into the water.
Events back home had, for a while now, left him questioning whether or not he even wanted to return to True Cross. He wanted so badly to help Yukio, or rather the Yukio that he had left standing on that bridge, but he genuinely feared what it was that was holding his brother back.
Now, though...
Well, he still didn't want to face that situation, but that paranoia over his power made him actually miss home, miss his training, miss the classes and definately made him miss his cram school classmates. Were they okay? Was Shura doing alright? Mephisto had been shot, and while he was a demon that should have been able to survive it there had been some hint that he wasn't recovering as quickly as he normally would. He hated that damn clown but even he didn't deserve that.
What a fucking mess. He wanted to be able to focus on other things, on aiding people in Chroma and not stress over the life he'd left behind and yet...]
d. wildcard
[Mainly because I can't think of any more prompts if you want a closed thread, or just have another idea for poking Rin, let me know! ![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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WHERE: All Over
WHEN: Entire month, including punishment week
WHAT: Punishment week, Rin is burdened with increasing paranoia that he's losing control of his powers and doesn't handle it well at all. Rest of the month, general catch all, feeding folks, possibly helping with quests, etc
WARNINGS: Well it's Rin, swearing is going to happen sooner or later. Sooner more than later, probably.
a. first week - Rin's house in Bluo
[They say 'trust your instincts', that gut feelings are supposed to be the most accurate way to tell that something is wrong and needs to not be ignored.
What happens, though, when your gut is telling you you're losing control even if that's not actually what's happening.
It started as an annoying nagging sensation in the pit of Rin's stomach shortly after things returned to normal and the district populations were all one again. It was distracting, to say the least, but he couldn't put a finger on what was causing the feeling so it went more or less ignored until he woke up the next day only to find it more insistent. Stronger. Persistent.
Again, he couldn't quite settle on what was causing it, and while he became increasingly and unusually quiet even while working in the kitchen, there was a strange thought in his mind that it had something to do with his sword. Checking said sword didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary, and once again it was mostly ignored.
On the third day, however, he didn't appear out of his room until mid afternoon, looking haggard, lacking sleep and twitchy. Even the movements of his tail were erratic. He was certain now - something was wrong with him, with his power, and there was a constant twisting of nerves in his stomach along with the pervasive thought that he was quite possibly losing control. A year of training to prevent such a thing and for reasons unknown to him he was simply... slipping.
Day four, he didn't come out of his room at all.
He feared being around anyone, especially those he cared about, knowing that should he truly snap the way he felt like his mind and body were attempting to do he would absolutely wind up hurting someone. He was terrified, waiting with shaky breaths and exhausted eyes for the moment when he would finally lose it all and burn everything down. Nothing he did to calm himself worked in the least, and his only refuge at that point was to keep himself locked away and hope... pray, even ... that no one would try to come looking for him.]
b. catch all, second week on - "Chroma Cafe"
[Once that paranoid feeling passes and he no longer fears he'll be dragged in to fire and insanity by lacking control of his own powers, it's back to relative normalcy for Rin. Of course it's not easily forgotten, that awful week spent thinking he'll burn someone he cares about. It lingers in his mind, only manifesting as moments of quiet contemplation and distant gazes, but more or less he's the same old Rin working diligently to keep people in Chroma fed from his recently dubbed "Chroma Cafe".
Granted it's a cafe in name only, really just a kitchen where food is passed out to those who ask, but at least now thanks to Vriska it has been adorned with the appropriate signage.]
c. catch all - evenings, at the docks
[The experience left him feeling oddly restless. He never considered himself lazy, exactly, but normally he wasn't against a good long bout of relaxation especially after a day in the kitchen. Lately, though, he found himself needing to take a walk once the kitchen was closed up for the evening, eventually winding up at the docks staring out into the water.
Events back home had, for a while now, left him questioning whether or not he even wanted to return to True Cross. He wanted so badly to help Yukio, or rather the Yukio that he had left standing on that bridge, but he genuinely feared what it was that was holding his brother back.
Now, though...
Well, he still didn't want to face that situation, but that paranoia over his power made him actually miss home, miss his training, miss the classes and definately made him miss his cram school classmates. Were they okay? Was Shura doing alright? Mephisto had been shot, and while he was a demon that should have been able to survive it there had been some hint that he wasn't recovering as quickly as he normally would. He hated that damn clown but even he didn't deserve that.
What a fucking mess. He wanted to be able to focus on other things, on aiding people in Chroma and not stress over the life he'd left behind and yet...]
d. wildcard
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...Hey, are you guys open?
[And more importantly, what was the daily special?]
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He looks up from the current task he's working on, breaking in to a grin and even wagging his tail a little.]
Shiho! Hey! Yeah, 'm open. Come in.
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Really, everyone should have a tail...]
What's the daily special?
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Chicken and broccoli with fried rice!
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[He's teasing her, but he doesn't mind the special order. Some people just don't like veggies! Even though they're good for you.]
Yeah, I can do that.
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Don't say that like you don't have food you dislike.
[Or maybe not everyone is a picky princess like she is.]
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[A pan, slightly beat up but still usable, is set on the stove as the burner is turned on. He turns towards a bowl and starts taking out the dark colored meat of the 'blue' chickens that had been given color.]
I don't got a big sweet tooth, so I don't eat a lotta sugary things, but that's about it. Growin' up the way I did, bein' picky meant we didn't eat.
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[In that respect, at least. Shiho is the child who put her carrots in other people's plates.]
I just liked snacking and eating sweets. I was super picky too. [She's still picky now, but Chef Minamoto has really made her more open to eating things. It helps when everything is delicious and no one tries to force her into eating anything.]
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[Rin barked a laugh, shaking his head.]
Hell no, I was the worst. But I still wanted to get fed! We couldn't be picky, we were pretty broke, growin' up in a church and all that.
Also I didn't have pizza for the first time until I was in middle school.
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Then again, Shiho had been raised like a princess and she had been allowed to be a picky eater...]
What? No pizza till middle school?!
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[Yukio would argue that point so much.]
Dad saved up for a special trip because Yukio got some award at school. I don't remember what it was for. The Fuckin' Genius Award, I'unno.
[Yukio got commendations, scholarships, awards. Rin got punched in the face and constant trouble.
He's not bitter.]
Normally we wouldn't be able to afford crap like that. I was grateful for anythin' we got, honestly. Sukiyaki is my favorite, though.
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Though the Yukio thing sounds more than bitter... really, celebrating one kid was a good thing, letting the other feel inadequate in comparison was an entire other thing.]
I like sukiyaki too. Maybe you should offer it here when we get the ingredients for it.
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[But Rin doesn't want to linger on that too much. He's had enough of being a depressed lump here. He can't change what's happening back home and Shiro's passing was over a year ago.
He didn't mind the pizza party for Yukio, though. He did deserve it, whatever the award was. Rin just didn't like thinking about middle school. For him, those were the worst and most lonely years.]
Augh, maaaan, don't even get my hopes up! It's all I'll think about!
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What, you dont think a thought like that'll help you work harder?
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[It could take forever.... it would be like her and pizza...]
Then what about asking everyone else to help? We can’t be the only ones who likes sukiyaki.
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[Rin you can explain it, it's not that hard...]
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[Go, Rin, make Tenn Kujo sell sukiyaki.]
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There are idols here?
[Apparently not that he's an idol. He must have missed that part of the prom...]
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[Why would he be good at it?
Because Shiho would find it funny, that's why.]
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[Don't make him ask for weird favors like that!]
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[She can. She’s just refusing to in the same way she’s refusing to be the one to ask. It’s not fun unless everyone involved (minus herself, of course) is embarrassed.]
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You just don't wanna help, do ya?
[Shiho why you gotta be difficult.]
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[That’s helping!]
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