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The Bathhouse (油屋, Aburaya) [Windows]

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‘ there’s a party? ‘ he asked simply, white brows rising just so. he’d not known of such a thing. the only thing he was certain of was that there were far too many spirits here and it was incredibly difficult for him to even find how to get to his room, so the notion of a party was lost on him. and, now, he’d begun to feel a bit guilty, pulling her away from the few moments she might have had to finish her meal all to help him find his room. it didn’t sit well with him and when she could spare a moment, he decided he might treat her to another meal. after all, if he was to deprive of such a thing, he ought to offer her another. for the moment, white ears merely shifted forward and as he looked down at her, he gave a small shake of his head. ‘ i’d not known there was a party. though, i’m not one for celebrations of any kind. i prefer quietude. ‘

it’s strange to gaze back at him with his prominent ears, ONE FORMER FOX SPIRIT TO ANOTHER. but rin’s days as a byakko have been long over, her bathhouse servant’s guise sunk in now, sewn deep, and she won’t bother to visit ghosts with strangers. a servant’s tale && journey would hold little intrigue for most customers, after all. but his disinterest in the social gathering is understandable enough; while rin would like to sample the luxurious food and drink they’ve all been laboring to prepare, on most longer work days she’d prefer alone time herself to rest weary bones. ❝ i see, ❞ she nods along, continuing to guide him through the crowds to the LIFT as she gestures for him to enter first.  ❝ well, if you get hungry later on, just alert one of the staff and we’ll bring you something, sir. ❞ 

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whilst in the midst of being PUSHED, more so attempted, seeing how their height difference made it quite difficult to make any leeway without moving himself && what not. his eyes began to travel and gaze at his surrounding area, the sun had already begun setting, what only seemed moments ago that the sun shone ever so BRILLIANTLY across the land. now absent, and darkness spreading all throughout the town, actually, it wasn’t only the night closing in. but, dark spots and materializing from the air, wasn’t a result of a day ending. no no, THIS WAS ANYTHING BUT, NORMAL. ❞ hey, hold on, quit pushing me! ❞ he stands up straight and begins looking around stalls and the establishment. this had to be a joke, this couldn’t be real, no way. ❞ ….what the hell is going on, explain. ❞

though SHOCK, incredulity, and perhaps even exasperation are all understandable given the sudden circumstances . . . they don’t really do anything to help rin right now. so she returns the latter in the spades with a measured look, eyes narrowing as drops her prodding palm. still, she’ll answer his question, all the while wondering how her poor fortune always lands her in these roles.  ❝ you’re in the spirit world, kid, and unless you’d like to stay i’d continue moving, ❞ rin already starts to step ahead, roughly gesturing for him to follow. the spirits have already started to take notice of him, those stationed behind counters extending fingers stretched transparent like gauze to invite him in for a bite -- but whether it’s for him or of him, rin can’t be certain. 

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Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.

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keith.

                                   when the black screen lifts rin’s face is there, talking to him while lorna looks pensive, cheek resting on rin’s shoulder. he can’t stop the indignant squawk that leaves him.  ` i was on a SHIP a few episodes ago !  being sailed away because i was BANISHED. how could i have – okay. `  breathe. bring it in. he’s on a quest. get to his love. so what if two people missed an important outfit design choice for the entirety of a season? not his problem.  ` you know what, doesn’t matter. the point of me trying to reach lance through the amulet is so i can tell him i’m coming to hortensia to save you all. `

silence. blink.   `  … uhm.  `   their two faces are unblinking on the glass ball, looking not at all impressed.    `  ...  nothing  to  say  to  that  ?  `

 ` what did he say ? `  on the other end of the line lorna’s looking at keith’s frozen face, his mouth open mid speech. not the best of places to freeze on. she sympathizes.   ` last i heard was him saying he was on a ship … `

           while he FREEZES, rin takes the time to carefully pluck a spider leg poking out from lorna’s hair. with their cushy new station as servants in hortensia and a special one hour bracket a week to bathe, finding bugs on each other has become something slightly more rare; rin balances the leg on the pad of her finger tip and holds it out to lorna with a “make a wish” as they wait for him to finish. 

"well, we know they’re on a ship. they’re pretty much the most popular one around.” to her mild observations, male-male relationships tend to take the gold no matter what -- if the popularity of the enchanted forest pub and the girls swarmed around it with their quills out ready to write fiction were anything to base the rankings off of. 

that nonsense aside, there’s a more pressing question on rin’s mind. “are you coming?”  not so much for their ( recently - elevated ) sake but for lance’s; word’s been going around that they’re going to bring in a professional wedding planner soon.

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keith.

           lorna nods emphatically ,  shooting keith a smile.  ` oh yes, he had much of those !  almost got us in trouble with the guards, actually …… but no shiny red amulet !  it would greatly stand out, being a rather … clunky piece.  &  you know how prince lance loves to keep his neck visible !  says his collarbones are one of his best features. ` 

hearing this makes keith’s lips twist, unconvinced. in his peripheral he sees eunbi being chased by a unicorn,  &  ignores that.  

            `  …  no  …  he  definitely  had  it  on  him  ALL  THE  TIME  …  `

huh. lips an ‘ o ’, lorna looks at rin, then thinking quickly, covers the amulet with her palm to mouth, ‘ was he not there for the first season ? ’

          as ever, lorna makes good points about things rin wouldn’t have noticed as a simpler b-list character . . .  but even that fails to reach keith. when lorna supposes something plausible, rin frowns, digging a fist into her hip. “i don’t know...i’m not really sure what goes on during the other screen time.”  but whatever it is, it’s hopefully a decent amount, because anything would probably be preferable to a focus on eunbi singing about her push-up corsets or the hot milk maid from wednesday morning. “he came in at the end though, right?” 

regardless of when he joined the payroll, rin prefers to get to the point; she and lorna have reservations at that elite peasant pub that only gives you a stomachache for a record-breaking two days instead of four. gently, she uncovers the amulet, waving her hand. 

          “listen, if it’s like a locket you gave to your sweetie a few episodes ago or something, we don’t care, we’re rooting for you kids and everything. but cut the crap, keith.” 

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keith.

          keith blinks at the faces on the ruby surface – not the one face he expects.               `  why  do  you  have  lance’s  amulet ?  he  never  takes  it  off.   ` 

           ` he does not ? `  pressed at rin’s side, lorna’s eyes are practically saucers, flickering between the amulet, to rin, back & forth back & forth.  ` b – but … i could have sworn … & he has told me RED is NOT his color … `  

           “hah?” eyes narrow in judgment immediately after keith’s confusion, but rin nods to encourage lorna when she turns to her. “we were with lance at the border when he had to dump everything into the basket. that amulet definitely didn’t come up.”

though a whole parade of different skin salves in labeled leathered pouches had certainly made their ( long ) appearance, rin couldn’t recall a bright red amulet amongst the prince’s various items at all. 

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     SO I’VE REACHED 100+ FOLLOWERS ON THIS BLOG, AT LAST! In many eyes, 100 may seem like a small number of followers to reach–but considering the fact that I’ve been on Vidar for roughly three months now, I couldn’t be prouder. There have been a lot of you who have motivated me to keep dragon dad alive, even after I briefly deleted his blog back in march. You’ve allowed me to let Vidar grow and exist in universes and ways I didn’t picture him being part of before moving him onto tumblr. Who would have thought, that a character who began as a concept for a fan-fiction would end up developing so much outside the fandom he was made for?

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           & that single comment is all it takes, lance springing up & getting all up in rin’s face, beaming, sparkles around him.  ` you really THINK SO !?!? NICE !! `  a fist pump – then, under his breath:  ` i knew it … `  validated, lance slinks back to his place on the cushions, practically glowing he’s so uplifted.  ` THIS is why you’re my favorite, rin. you have GOOD taste. why hasn’t yubaba given you a raise yet ? if i owned this place i’d have made you my second in command. `

           eyes widen to take in more of him, but rin doesn’t immediately lean away -- a true attestation to how fond she actually is of the overly-enthusiastic water spirit; she waits till he falls back on his own accord. ❝ well, is there anyone who isn’t? ❞ she poses, chuckling as she chews. lance probably has favorites by the dozens, not that rin would complain. she’s sure he’s on plenty of other people’s lists too, including her surreptitious own.  ❝ that’d be something. and how would lance’s bathhouse run? full on fountains and flowers everywhere?  ❞

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sitting duck. 

         It was a bit of an understatement to say he had no idea where he was or how he’d ended up there; but it was what it was. The girl that addressed him, well, she didn’t seem to be the most understanding particularly, but at the very least she didn’t look like some type of other creature… so far. And she did take the time to talk to him, so the least he could do was take advantage of the situation to inquire how in the world he was to get back home; or if she had any idea how he’d gotten there in the first place.

“Certainly not,” His tone was dry. “Would you mind telling me what this place is? Where am I, exactly?” Where else to begin than the most obvious of questions, right? At least, that was all he could think of at the moment. It wasn’t as if he was actually curious about the bath house.

        this one’s got some attitude on him . . . but it’s not as if rin doesn’t respect the need to cut to the chase; in most cases ( this one included ) , she prefers it. he’s lucky to be in the big tub too, the aroma of old herbs and sludge caked on the edges doing wonders to cover up the prominent stench of HUMAN. “you’re in a bathhouse, in the spirit world.” it’s not as grand as introductions should go when someone enters a completely new realm, but she’s never been one to roll out parades, especially for those trespassing.

dropping her arms down to pull herself up and over the rim to drop down beside him, rin starts with her usual orientation for all this month’s lost mortals.  “you’ll want to get out of here before nightfall.” eyes narrow as they fall to his outfit, however, knowing escape’ll be less easy with him rustling around and drawing attention from the other spirits in that garb. “...how attached are you to your outfit?”

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guest. 

『 ah– good. she’d heard him. white ears shift atop his head as he neared the woman, all the better to hear her with in the horde of spirits, glad he could flag one of the employees down to get the help he so desparately needed. as he approached her, he offered a kind and hopeful smile and a slight bow out of respect. he knew she and the rest were likely busy, be it with breaks, assisting other guests, or tending to their cleaning duties, so he’d wanted to keep his time with her short. keeping her from the things she needed to do could possibly get her into some trouble, so with another dip of his head, he said, ‘ could you help me find my room? i got myself a bit lost. i’ve never been to this place before and i hadn’t been given any instruction as to how to get there. ‘ 』

❝ ROOM ?  ❞ she thinks of simply directing him to the floor and waving him off after -- but perhaps someone had already done the same, and here they are now with him lost. and at least he doesn’t seem like the demanding type who would send her downstairs to bring up several trays of food and extra blankets after.  so rin nods back, head bowed. ❝ of course. ❞ turning to walk ahead, she quickly shoves the rest of her bun into her mouth before continuing. ❝ you’re not attending the party? ❞ her cheeks are still a little full when she asks, but the question’s still intelligible. as far as rin knows, there’s a bunch of feasts going on in the dining rooms tonight for the guests, and if she was lucky enough to be a guest, she’d certainly be participating.

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soul searcher .

    ❛  i’ll leave as soon as i find who i’m looking for.  ❜ he doesn’t promise he will leave before sundown. he was taught not to lie to adults and he doubts he’ll be able to keep such a promise. he MUST find his parents and nothing will sway him from his current path. deep down inside he just KNOWS he’s getting closer than he’s been to them in months. he can’t afford to lose them now. ❛  have you maybe ever heard of a SARIATU instead, miss? i’m sorry for bothering you but i REALLY have to find them.  ❜

           that’s a promise too vague for her liking. glancing at the colors streaking the sky, rin would gauge he has about two hours before the river bed fills and he’s left to the mercy of witches and spirits.  ❝ you have two hours. ❞ she clarifies, dropping her fist to rest at her waist; why she has to be the one arguing in favor of his own safety, she doesn’t know. but the second name does ring some distant bell in memory.  ❝ maybe. but the girls inside would know better than me. ❞ rin doesn’t deal with the customers as much as the others, more often behind the scenes in cleaning. but with that being said, rin knows what’ll have to happen next if she wants to keep him from staying her longer than necessary. ❝ i can take you inside, but you’ll have to hold your breath when crossing the bridge or else they’ll sense you. and trust me, you don’t want to be seen, unless you’ve always dreamed of becoming a pig. ❞

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Some things, you cannot sweat out. You can carve yourself empty, but you still have your skin.

Emma Tranter, “Sinking into Shame,” from Heartless Girls

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