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"It's been a while... guess I've been just too busy lately. Ah well, everything should get better now."
Sorry for leaving this blog as dead as it has been. Huge apologies to any RPs I've let die! I'm going to do my best to get it to revive in the future, don't worry!
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Hopefully, Nazrin's not trying to meditate at the moment, because the figure approaching the temple this time is making a lot of noise as she walked up the temple steps, idly and without thinking drumming up a small storm. Raiko was here for a reason, and she wasn't even considering that she might be making an annoyance - really, if she was, she'd already have to reconsider. But there she was, stepping through and into the temple courtyard, looking for any sign of a presence - ah, there was one!
Her drumming slowly subsided, and by the time she was walking up to Nazrin, it was little more than a low, single-handed drumroll. "Yo, this is Myouren, right?" she asked, grinning down at the mouse. "I'm lookin' for the Myouren Temple. Name's Raiko. Who might I be speakin' to?"
Found and Lost (in another's grasp)
A curious match: how would the youkai’s mainstay fare against this particular hermit’s? If you are wondering which exactly it would be, you aren’t the most attentive reader. But worry not, for this Narrator is not bound by the inherent rudeness of the puppet whose tale he weaves… for this specific occasion, which shall remain a specific, unique if I may, event. I will thusly say that Seiga’s specialty has the tiniest of connections with the concept of mutual benefit, if even less proportionate than could be expected from an upholder of the Taoist doctrine. Worry not, however: for this woman’s art of deception may not always reap all gain for herself exclusively.
"I am aware of your monetary deficiency. You told me yourself, after all." A sign of complete breakdown so soon? Almost too easy. Selling candy to children could hardly have proven a solid enough entertainment to compensate the effort that had gone behind the creation of this stand. Then again… a bit of teasing could at least have provided something, however trifling. It was for none other purpose that the hermit let her gaze dance around Raiko with an expressed interest far beyond mere curiosity.
"Mmh, a performance…? So, you claim your art to measure beyond the value of money? Certainly, a mere word is only worth the air spent to pronounce it. How could I part from my prized merchandise…" Delicately as her fingers brushed past the tsukumogami’s own ones, there was no lack of firmness to her retaking possession of the sticks, holding her close to her heart in a show of completely insincere attachment. "…For nothing but a hollow promise?"
And with that, the sticks were gone from her hands, as if they'd never been there to begin with. But Raiko couldn't allow that to happen, oh no. She'd been hooked, she wanted those sticks, and she'd do just about anything to get 'em. Well, anything except snatching them from Seiga's hands. That would likely be a very stupid decision right there.
"It's hardly a hollow promise," she almost pleaded, resting both her hands on the stand in question. "I'm a youkai of my word, although I can understand if you don't put your faith in that. But I need those drumsticks, and unfortunately, I don't know what I could offer that you would want. C'mon, Miss Kaku, I really need ya to make an offer here. If not a performance from my drums, what of mine would you even accept?"
Found and Lost (in another's grasp)
The redhead had all the reasons to crave what to the untrained eyes could have passed for mere wooden sticks - or more questionable items, to certain unrefined intellects. They were the same reasons for which their previous owner had to be stopped from wearing the wrong kind of cravat, the night following their mysterious disappearance… the kind that you hang on the ceiling, before doing so yourself. Needless to say, their quality hung not only on the hermit’s praise of them.
"What a predicament you put me in." That is, what a predicament Raiko had put herself into. To Seiga, the coins would have constituted little more than snacks for her servant (oh how Yoshika loved dipping them in soy sauce!); the true payment lay exactly in the mental debate pouring out so nicely on the visage of her potential customer. Thus she leant forward, elbows on the counter and fitting so nicely among who knew how many other equally valuable trinkets, her smile almost menaching in its apparent desire to devour the client’s resolve. “Fortunately, as already said, a merchant I am not. But what, I wonder, could you offer me that would equal the value of these bachi which, I would love to add, have been cast from among the oldest oaks available in Gensokyo, making for unparalled sturdiness of their structure?”
A merchant she may have not been, but that was only because she cared enough for the equilibrium of economy, rather than killing it altogether.
This really was quite the predicament Raiko found herself in. How expertly Seiga had snared her with her item choice and offer! Truly, if she were, say, working for a cell phone provider, she would never be below 30% conversion. But the drum youkai's problem was far simpler - she had no cash. She'd never needed cash before, as food was nothing more than a treat to her, housing unnecessary. Now she found herself frantically searching through her own mind, wondering just what it was she could offer. Eventually, she fell back on the mainstay of most youkai: favors.
"I've got no cash, you probably know that," she admitted with a small nod, "but I've got skills and talent, both of which you might appreciate. I'm also working on building up a band. How about, in exchange for these bashi, I offer ya the promise of a free, private performance for as long as ya like, within reason of course. That sound fair to ya, Miss Kaku?" Hopefully a performance would strike well with her. Raiko didn't have much else to offer, aside from her music.
Found and Lost (in another's grasp)
The rhythm approaching Seiga’s personal realm of defiantly displayed thievery was one lacking in familiarity. This fact alone struck the first positive note of a symphony yet to be written between herself and the stranger, a blatantly eccentric presence quite unlike any of all others the hermit had met up to this point. That it had to be a youkai of lowly sort, she could quietly swipe under a thin, silky rug; let judgement be cast on your enemy before running the blade through his - or her, in this case - heart.
"Yours are quite the observant pair of eyes. A loathesome characteristic for a vendor’s client…" The barely hinted smile grew in proportion with Seiga’s leaning over the self-made counter, offering complicity like a gratuitous sample offered to a potential customer. "How fortunate then that I, Seiga Kaku, am no member of the abhorred class."
No time went wasted, a clear consciousness of each object displayed bringing the blue-haired woman’s hand to reach a nearby pair of batons, their thick, wooden frame displaying the signs of dutiful usage. These, Seiga offered in a hold akin to that which could have been used for a most sacred of treasures, all of her attention devoted to studying the red-headed woman’s reaction. “These bachi have been crafted with the highest ability available to the humans of Gensokyo. Surely they would seem to fit your interests, so fierily displayed for the world to witness.”
Damn the woman. Damn this hermit to all the nine hells, for Raiko had come here simply to look, but if the stunned expression on her face was any indication, she could not simply ignore this item. Not just drumsticks, oh no. A genuine, real pair of taiko bachi, handcrafted and practically calling out her name. If Seiga held them like a treature, Raiko carefully took them in her hands like they were some fragile god, staring down with wonder.
"I..." She stammered out, unsure just what to say. "I have to have them," she decided readily. "These are... they're just perfect. I gotta have 'em." One look up at Seiga, though, that soft sadness when one realized one didn't have the money to pay something, revealed her issue. "But I don't have any cash yet," she revealed, shaking her head but at the same time clutching those bashi to her chest. "Is there any way you can, I dunno, hold these for me, or we can find some other way to pay? I gotta have these taiko sticks."
Found and Lost (in another's grasp)
Religion is a complicated matter.
The unending conundrum of a soul seeking answers about the inherent meaning of life and all surrounding it can take too many paths, depending on which among the various interpretations some have devised of reality… or which god runs the best propaganda. When questions can directed not to the rather unresponsive skies, but a smirking embodiment of nature itself offering a free sermon and a good luck charm as a bonus, things are put in a slightly different perspective: religion thus becomes less of a pursuit for spiritual enlightenment and more akin to a business transaction of sorts.
Yet, there remain those who prefer taking a different approach even when faced with something as obvious as the divine made manifest. Cue the Taoists, newcomers among the secular beings inhabiting Gensokyo. It goes without a doubt that devoting one’s faith to concepts more abstract than the very abstract made manifest can only entice originality in the ways of thought, a form of eccentricity well suited to those referring to themselves as hermits.
But then there come the deviants even in that very group, to a point where one must ask themselves, where is the limit posed ultimately? Is philosophical hipsterism truly so radicated in certain individuals? Is this eventually going to lead somewhere, or is the Narrator just stalling to test your patience? The answer is yes. To which question, you are free to decide for yourself, but no more diversions. The point here is that it may be difficult to recognize those who have achieved the highest point as ’believers’ - so much so, they would seem exactly the opposite of one.
Therefore, someone passing by one of several paths leading to the Human Village would have had to wonder what exactly Seiga Kaku, notorious hermit and just as renownly wicked (regardless of the reality of facts), among the pioneers of Yin Yang theories brought to Japan from the main continent, was doing behind a wooden stall bearing a sign, painted in elegant calligraphy, the words 'Used Goods Sale'. To make a clear enough comparison to the non-initiated, you would have had better chances of seeing a Buddhist running a butcher shop, rather than a Taoist dabbling with material goods.
And yet here she was, make no mistake, the woman’s azure rings of hair billowing against a slight passing breeze, the wooden surface and most of the ground around it lined with goods ranging from random articles of clothing to lacquered pottery; if you sought something, chances where the hermit had laid it there for everyone’s perusal. If said something was yours yet inexplicably been lost a couple of weeks prior, then it was not a matter of chances anymore, but of retrieval having happened in the most annoying kind of outcome.
Not that Seiga would ever admit to the provenience of these goods, of course. A merchant she was not… but even as a hermit, she certainly did not lack the common sense of one.
Unfortunately, one of the people passing by that day neither had any sort of notions about the oddity of a Taoist dealing with material goods, nor the sorrow of having lost an item and finding it here, being sold under the gaze of this watchful, blue-haired woman. Nevertheless, Raiko had decided to stop here on her random journeys, still idly tapping that small floating drum rhythmically in front of her with two fingers.
"A sale, huh?" she asked, probably being the most obvious customer ever as she approached the stand. "And a very nice one too, lookin' at how well made the sign is..." And so, of course, Raiko stepped up to Seiga herself, apparently ignoring all the items around. "Good to meet ya," she introduced herself. "'name's Raiko. You got anything here for the musically inclined?"
Shrine Maidens Know Everything
Just a night or two earlier, Raiko had made the decision to find herself a place to live. She'd need one, after all, even if she didn't worry too much about anything, to have a place for the band she was going to organize. And where else to go than to the shrine maiden who'd so handily defeated her?
And that's how Raiko found herself walking up the steps to the Hakurei Shrine, idly drumming on a floating snare as she stepped up. Surely Reimu wouldn't mind the steady, rhythmic beating of a snare drum approaching, right? "Yo, Hakurei!" she called out once she was close enough, continuing to tap the floating drum with one hand while she held the other up to her mouth. "Are you here, or am I gonna have to wait?"
Preliminary Planning [[I guess Open RP if you want, but a drabble really]]
High up on Youkai Mountain, a rhythm could be heard. Small, yes. Whoever was playing it was not making any real attempt to be heard, but it was there. Tap, taptaptap, tap taptap tap. Nothing too complicated. Just enough for the creator of the rhythm to concentrate. But who was the owner, one might ask, who required the beat of a drum to be heard to think at her best? Why, one would find the answer walking along a beaten animal path, a small drum floating in front of her as she walked, tapping it rhythmically with her drumsticks.
"Live concerts by myself are nice," she sighed out to herself, staring upward at the stormcloud-filled sky, "but it's so... limited." Step, drum, step, drum. It was rather fortunate nothing was in her way. "I can't be the only musically inclined person around. There's gotta be more than me and the Tsukumos. And if there is, then we should be able to easily set up a band, right?" And there the dream started - her at the front, of course, playing her kit almost within reach of the fans while a vocalist sang above her, various other band members in the background. "Yeah... that's what I really want. A full band."
She let out a sigh at that, though, breaking her staring contest with the sky to look down at the drum. "But you can't have a band without practice, and you need a place to practice..." Another small sigh, but this one accompanied with a confident smile. "So I guess I'll just have to find a place," she told herself. "That'll be the agenda, yeah. Get a place, get a band, get some hits... and shake Gensokyo to the core."
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
"If ya have to ask, then it's pretty clear that ya don't know me very well. Laying down a sick drum solo, of course. What else?"
