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[Open/Catch All] What do they call love in your reality
WHO: Rin, ALL Y'ALL
WHERE: All over
WHEN: August Catch All
WHAT: Pit fighting, flower crowns, and honest emotions? This sure is an interesting month...
WARNINGS: It's Rin, he can't go five minutes without swearing at least once. But also, gross mushy feelings. Ew.
i. meet me in the pit, scrublord (Quest 21)
[Rin wasn't actually that fond of fighting, despite being pretty decent both with his sword and his fists. Fighting back home meant getting in trouble, losing jobs, getting suspended and having so much of the burden of his actions fall on Father Fujimoto's shoulders. He tried so damn hard to avoid it as much as possible, but his anger would always flare at the sight of bullies and assholes picking on those weaker than themselves.
Of course he had been called a demon for such actions, especially given that even as a small child he was capable of breaking bones in adults three times his size, but it was only later he learned he really was what all those parents would whisper to one another in fear and disgust.
Just his luck, right?
As an exorcist he was far more at peace with lifting a sword to protect those who couldn't protect themselves from his kin, at least the ones that deserved it, but even then he was always hesitant to go full tilt against them. Learning that his flames, when controlled, could actually exorcise demons back to Gehenna rather than kill them had been a great weight off his shoulders.
If there was a good reason for doing these things, he was all for it. Which is why he was questioning, silently, why exactly a fairy tale-based town needed pit fighting for a quest. Especially pit fighting among their own numbers.
It was requested, though, and he had already put himself out there as a willing contestant. He was there in the so-called pit without his sword, stretching out his arms, legs, back while waiting for the next opponent with a determined expression. If he was going to do this he was at least going to take the situation seriously.
But that does beg the question, who is willing to go up against a super strong, blue-flame wielding half demon?]
ii. I pray for the wicked on the weekend (Quest 20)
[Every so often, when Rin is feeling the restless urge to take a walk and wander about the town, he finds himself back at the church in Flavo that he had once spent a night with a bunch of other residents at Kaoru's insistence. While the memories of that were pleasant, it was more because the location even in it's somewhat rundown state reminded him heavily of home.
Not the dorm that he had been given the chance to visit last month, but home. The place he had lived for fifteen years. Granted this place didn't have a living space like the boy's home Shiro ran attached to it, but he had spent more than enough time in the church proper to have the place feel like that piece of his life that had been so quickly taken away from him in one fateful night.
If someone went looking for him at Chroma Cafe only to find him absent from it, they would have more luck finding him there. It was a good place to have conversations about honest feelings, whatever feelings those may be. It was a church after all.]
iii. A gentle beating heart (Quest 23)
[Somewhere in the town you might come across a sheepish looking teen holding box. What's in the box, you might ask? Well, approaching him would give an answer since the low sides of said container allows it to be seen in to easily. There's a stack of flower crowns, surprisingly well made and a good number of them as well. He might mutter something about having spent 'way too much time' on them, and Rin clearly doesn't give two flips who should and shouldn't be considered 'worthy' because really weren't flowers supposed to be for everyone?
Not that it does anything for his embarrassment. It's not like he's ever done anything like this before.
Whatever his thoughts on the matter don't be surprised if he, red faced as anything, attempts to hand you one.]
J-just take it, okay?
iv. Wildcard!
[As always, I'm up for anything ever. Hit me up on Discord (Rin#0768) or Plurk (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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WHERE: All over
WHEN: August Catch All
WHAT: Pit fighting, flower crowns, and honest emotions? This sure is an interesting month...
WARNINGS: It's Rin, he can't go five minutes without swearing at least once. But also, gross mushy feelings. Ew.
i. meet me in the pit, scrublord (Quest 21)
[Rin wasn't actually that fond of fighting, despite being pretty decent both with his sword and his fists. Fighting back home meant getting in trouble, losing jobs, getting suspended and having so much of the burden of his actions fall on Father Fujimoto's shoulders. He tried so damn hard to avoid it as much as possible, but his anger would always flare at the sight of bullies and assholes picking on those weaker than themselves.
Of course he had been called a demon for such actions, especially given that even as a small child he was capable of breaking bones in adults three times his size, but it was only later he learned he really was what all those parents would whisper to one another in fear and disgust.
Just his luck, right?
As an exorcist he was far more at peace with lifting a sword to protect those who couldn't protect themselves from his kin, at least the ones that deserved it, but even then he was always hesitant to go full tilt against them. Learning that his flames, when controlled, could actually exorcise demons back to Gehenna rather than kill them had been a great weight off his shoulders.
If there was a good reason for doing these things, he was all for it. Which is why he was questioning, silently, why exactly a fairy tale-based town needed pit fighting for a quest. Especially pit fighting among their own numbers.
It was requested, though, and he had already put himself out there as a willing contestant. He was there in the so-called pit without his sword, stretching out his arms, legs, back while waiting for the next opponent with a determined expression. If he was going to do this he was at least going to take the situation seriously.
But that does beg the question, who is willing to go up against a super strong, blue-flame wielding half demon?]
ii. I pray for the wicked on the weekend (Quest 20)
[Every so often, when Rin is feeling the restless urge to take a walk and wander about the town, he finds himself back at the church in Flavo that he had once spent a night with a bunch of other residents at Kaoru's insistence. While the memories of that were pleasant, it was more because the location even in it's somewhat rundown state reminded him heavily of home.
Not the dorm that he had been given the chance to visit last month, but home. The place he had lived for fifteen years. Granted this place didn't have a living space like the boy's home Shiro ran attached to it, but he had spent more than enough time in the church proper to have the place feel like that piece of his life that had been so quickly taken away from him in one fateful night.
If someone went looking for him at Chroma Cafe only to find him absent from it, they would have more luck finding him there. It was a good place to have conversations about honest feelings, whatever feelings those may be. It was a church after all.]
iii. A gentle beating heart (Quest 23)
[Somewhere in the town you might come across a sheepish looking teen holding box. What's in the box, you might ask? Well, approaching him would give an answer since the low sides of said container allows it to be seen in to easily. There's a stack of flower crowns, surprisingly well made and a good number of them as well. He might mutter something about having spent 'way too much time' on them, and Rin clearly doesn't give two flips who should and shouldn't be considered 'worthy' because really weren't flowers supposed to be for everyone?
Not that it does anything for his embarrassment. It's not like he's ever done anything like this before.
Whatever his thoughts on the matter don't be surprised if he, red faced as anything, attempts to hand you one.]
J-just take it, okay?
iv. Wildcard!
[As always, I'm up for anything ever. Hit me up on Discord (Rin#0768) or Plurk (
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His eyebrow ticked up at that, but after a pause all he could do was laugh.]
I'm gonna head back home. It was nice talkin' to you, though.
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