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riverviewlogs2017-10-13 01:00 am
tenthousandmiles) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-10-13 01:00 am
there is no place in the world we do not belong
who: Ginko & open!
what: you get a memory and you get a memory and YOU get a memory
when: during the memory event
where: around the city + in yo brainz
warnings: Mild body horror in the third memory
[Wherever you are, wherever you're going, you're probably generally minding your own business. But sometimes walking through a town means brushing against people, and when that inevitably happens as you pass by Ginko, maybe you'll see a flash of a memory that's not yours....]
Who are you?
The god-eating mushi
A Sea of Writings
[ooc: memories in individual comments! if you'd like something specific, please feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk @![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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what: you get a memory and you get a memory and YOU get a memory
when: during the memory event
where: around the city + in yo brainz
warnings: Mild body horror in the third memory
[Wherever you are, wherever you're going, you're probably generally minding your own business. But sometimes walking through a town means brushing against people, and when that inevitably happens as you pass by Ginko, maybe you'll see a flash of a memory that's not yours....]
Who are you?
The god-eating mushi
A Sea of Writings
[ooc: memories in individual comments! if you'd like something specific, please feel free to PM me or hit me up on plurk @
three. cw: mild body horror
"So is that 'case closed'? Any other stories?"
"Hmmm...let's call it a day."
"We can still continue. Less than half of what you told me is useful for sealing away mushi."
"You had a hard day yesterday, and you must be tired. Don't overdo it."
"All right..."
It's a man and a woman, sitting together by a fire on the floor of what appears to be a traditional Japanese house. The man has white hair and one visible bright green eye, with loose-fitting traveler's clothes and a cigarette in his mouth. The woman has black hair and similarly dark eyes, and wears a fine kimono -- she's the lady of this house, clearly of a much higher station than him, but they talk like old friends. There's a warmth and easy comfort between them, a sense of security and trust.
She opens up a scroll then, seemingly steeling herself for something. She doesn't turn to look at him when she asks--
"Ginko, stay there until I finish, okay?"
"Sure." It's a firm but gentle affirmation; he seems to know what's coming, and he remains where he is as the woman seems to summon an endless series of characters from within her own body, traveling through her and out her fingertips onto the scroll. She has to stop occasionally during this process, hunching over the scroll in pain, her good leg twitching slightly. Ginko doesn't move or say a word, only stays there with her as she finishes her writing.
There is a young woman ravaged by mushi, who loves mushi, while sealing them away.
Eventually, an elderly woman comes in, inquires if she's finished yet. Ginko tells her they are, and picks up his things to leave as he asks her to please prepare bedding for the younger woman. But then she calls out to him, instead.
"Ginko...I'll be fine without rest. I want to go outside instead. Will you take me there?"
She's worn out, sweat framing her bangs, but he can't bring himself to refuse. He carries her on his back, her arms carefully wrapped around his neck.
"When will I ever be able to use this leg?"
"Don't rush it. The birthmark is gradually getting smaller, isn't it?"
"Yes, though little by little. If I can't get rid of it before I die...then my descendants will inherit the birthmark. Just as it's always been..."
He sets her down on a rock outcropping in the field near the house, and settles down beside her.
"What will you do if your leg heals?"
She seems surprised by the question, for a moment, but her answer comes quickly. "I want to travel with you. To see the mushi you told me about..."
She laughs then, softly. "Just a thought. Even in the best case, I'll be an old lady by then."
He grins, turning away as if in deep contemplation. "Hmmm..."
"I was just kidding."
"Let's do it. That is, if...I'm still alive and well at that time."
"You have to stay alive."
"You never know....I might be eaten by a mushi tomorrow."
"Even so, you still have to stay alive."
"That's asking a lot."
"You'll manage, somehow."
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Much more unpleasant for him is not the visions themselves, but the thought that other people might see things from his past - that his privacy might be compromised. Because of this, Cisco has also been scrupulous in his determination to contact the people whose lives he has gotten a glimpse of, and to tell them what's happened, and apologize.
So, after he has the dream of Ginko and the strange woman who had summoned characters onto her skin and somehow transferred them onto a scroll, he resolves to tell Ginko what he's seen. Knowing that the other man isn't the most familiar with technology, Cisco thinks it is best to have this conversation in person. He arranges to see Ginko at the park nearest to his workshop and waits for him there, sitting on a bench near the pond, fidgeting restlessly. He goes over what he can remember of the dream in his head, puzzling over it. ]
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He's getting better at checking the thing, so he's able to get Cisco's message to meet him in the park. He's not sure what it's about, though he'd assume it has something to do with the mushi in the Quarantine. With the way he's lived his life, he can't really expect it to be a social call.
Ginko raises a hand in greeting as he finds Cisco in the designated meeting place, a relaxed smile across his features.]
Cisco-san.
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He gets to his feet when Ginko arrives, then gestures him over to the bench, indicating he should have a seat. Cisco doesn't waste time with pleasantries, but he doesn't just dive in, either. He isn't sure how much Ginko knows about the situation. He twists his hands together in his lap, and asks: ]
Have you heard anything about the strange things that have been happening?
[ It's a bit of a joke, because there have been so many strange things that it might not be immediately apparent which ones Cisco means. There are a few ghosts, not all that far off, congregating in the shadows of some willows down by the pond in this park. ]
Not the ghosts - I mean people having visions. Strange dreams about the past.
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Aah, that. You saw something of mine, then.
[He doesn't sound particularly self-conscious about it. Ginko's a man who doesn't really have much to gain from secrets. Some of his memories are less pleasant than others, but none that he'd be afraid of being seen by anyone else. He does hope it wasn't something too unsettling, though, based on the strain in the other man's expression. He waits, patiently, for Cisco to continue. If nothing else, he can perhaps explain whatever happened in it.]
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There was a woman and she was - there were, like, characters moving over her skin, and she was putting them down on paper. Like, writing but with a pen or- brush I guess, whatever. It seemed like it was hurting her a lot, but you sat with her, and then you carried her outside and you two, um. Talked a little.
[ The conversation had seemed deeply private, and Cisco feels his face heating a little. It could have been worse, true, but even so... ]
I'm really sorry, Ginko. I didn't mean to pry into your personal business, there's just- there's no way of getting outta those dreams, once they start. And believe me, I've tried.
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Ahhh, that was Tanyuu-san.
[He smiles at Cisco, reassuringly.]
There's no reason to apologize.
[After all, as the fourth scribe of the Karibusa clan, Tanyuu's condition was common knowledge. And as to their friendship, what did he have to hide about that?]