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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!
rubberfaceokumura
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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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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[And then he winds up doing nothing because he gets Sukiyaki at the new arrivals feast.
Whoops.]
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Hm~ Is that so? We’ll see about that.
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Yeah yeah, whatever.
[Food finished, he puts a plate in front of her with a huff.]
Eat your damn food and shut it.
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The first bite though has her expression lighting up even though what she says is:] Hm, not bad.
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[He'll accept her words if only because he could see her expression first.
Besides, they've already bickered enough. He doesn't need to give her shit about her choice of compliments.
He'll leave her to her meal, heading back in to the kitchen to clean up some.]