[Log] Day of Tribute

[kannagara_gods]

Who: EVERYONE
Status: OPEN VERY VERY OPEN
Style: ACTION, COMMENT SPAM, PARAGRAPH, WHATEVER YOU WANT
Where: The nearest shrine! For the purpose of this event somehow all of the shrines, regardless of what location, all end up at this shrine. CR galore!
When: Week 8, Day 4
OOC: This is the last day for your characters to make their tributes to take

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[springkeeper]

Yun laboriously picks her way up the rocky stairs. It hurts her. It hurts every inch of her, but she has to do it. She was informed that this was a necessity for some reason.

Finally she reaches the shrine. It's beautiful. Exactly the kind of buildigng that she could envision herself spending her days in.

Unfortunately it soon becomes to clear to her that somebody else already lives here: a god. A god who isn't Tempus Spatium. Yun is willing to accept this and move on, but when it becomes also clear that she's expected to pay tribute to the god as part of some kind of protection racket.

She looks around at the milling throngs and sighs.

'I was willing to accept the power and respect that to these spirit beings is here accorded,' she says. 'But this being the case...'

She shakes her head, her face contorted with righteous Yun anger, and says again:

'I'm sorry. But NO.'

[firebendingtea]

Iroh had brought his own offering to the shrine near Kusasato -- some herbs he was mostly certain were delicious and not poisonous, and some money removed from fish and small game. If that was how the gods were going to play it, he was all right with making offerings to gain housing. A sort of rent, if you would.

Though they could have warned an old man before kicking him out on his... stoop. He was beginning to wish that they had an Avatar-figure here who perhaps could be the bridge between the various people who the gods were pulling in here, and the gods themselves. They weren't being gracious hosts at all.

He stood back for a moment, watching the crowds to see what he was to do, and then noticed a figure that looked different. It took a moment to place her... Yun, who he had met earlier. "Good day," he called. Seeing that she looked angry, he added. "Are you all right?"

[springkeeper]

Yun sees a familiar face and sort-of-smiles. But...you know, she's still angry.

'Iroh. I understand why you are willing to accept doing this and that is entirely within your rights as a free person. I, however, will not accept it, for several reasons. I feel that it is a protection racket and while I accept the existence of powerful spirits other than Tempus Spatium I feel that to pay homage to them would be...'

She tries to figure out how she wants to phrase this. She speaks haltingly, running her fingers over the cradle of woven twigs that she totes about.

'I have sacrificed a lot, in my life, for my duties to Tempus Spatium. My God is the god that I sacrifice things for. That is the way that I do it, and so that is how it is done. And so, I feel that it does many people and powers a grave disservice for the Head of the Simulacran State Church of Tempus Spatium to pay this tribute. I hope you can understand my reasoning for refusing this as I understand your reasoning for accepting it.'

[firebendingtea]

Iroh considered this. "I agree. If you owe your allegiance to another, then it would be rude of the gods to ask you to betray that allegiance. It should be your decision alone about who to follow and why." He nodded. "As for me, this is just another set of local nature spirits. But I don't have any particular ties to any single spirit back home."

Iroh frowned. "I wonder if there was any way to get your god to speak to these ones about offerings." Were he back home, he would consult with Aang, who's job as Avatar would be to mediate between spirits. Or he might try his own methods, though having Aang do it would be safer. But Aang was back home, and he didn't know if these ones would bother with an Avatar that was not even from their world.

[erase_to_forget]

Yoite had slipped away from the house for the day, Gau had been at work, and he had been alone with his thoughts. True, he and Gau had already made their offering to the gods and had gotten their home back, but there was something else Yoite wanted to come to the shrine for

[movingpawns]

He had gone through the steps, washed his hands and mouth with as much reverence as he could muster. The man he was living with had suggested the outing, and he knew that he would have to comply if he was going to keep up the show he was putting on

[mightstealyrcar]

Matt's neck is stiff, his system is screaming for the nicotine he's not allowing it enough of, trying to save the cigarettes he has (eight now, because you gotta smoke in the morning, otherwise the whole day's wrecked) for when he really needs them, and fuck it. Mello cutting his own nose off to spite his face is one thing. Matt never signed on for his to be cut off too

[shiftingtruths]

[ Mukuro offers nothing, thinks nothing of these shrines as he placidly goes through the motions. He enjoys it, the sheer hypocrisy and the stupidity of necessary rituals (because really, everyone knows that just water isn't going to purify anything important, and it's all a pretty, pointless show).

He is almost mocking in his movements, an illusion of placid subservience that does not quite cover the tiniest little smile tugging on the side of his mouth. The illusionist pays no respects, deems it distinctively unworthy, save for the information he can obtain here.

And so he steps through blithely, strolling along at his leisure, as if on a particularly quaint sightseeing tour to observe the rustics.

Now, this will be fun, won't it? ]