Group Intros

[oi_theoi]

Who: Anyone
When: Day 142, morning
Where: Shrine Area
What: New Arrivals!

[Some new people have arrived! At least one of them has that strange "scent" on them that the gods might sense.]

[ TOP-LEVEL COMMENTS
Nagisa Kaworu | Hibari Kyouya (AU) | Ayanami Rei (PG) | Isaiah (Scorpion) (OC) ]

Comments

[iheardarumor]

I've had a very difficult time of things, actually.

[soundsinsilence]

But nothing you want to talk about?

[iheardarumor]

Not to one I've not even had a proper introduction.

[soundsinsilence]

[Sits down beside the scissors.]

Probably not even then though, right?

Sumeragi. Sumeragi Kururu.

[iheardarumor]

[noting that placement but doesn't seem too disturbed by it]

I've many names. The most recent being Scorpion.

[soundsinsilence]

Most recent doesn't mean it's the one you like best. Or even the one you have to use.

[iheardarumor]

Sumeragi, I would not have so many names if I were particularly fond of any of them.

Though there is one that I shall always return to now that I can recall it.

Isaiah.

[soundsinsilence]

Some people collect names for more reasons than that . . .

Are you . . . you're not a prophet, are you?

[iheardarumor]

A prophet? No.

A priest once, but please don't compare me to someone who would bring others to their tomb without even a song to lead the false dance and celebration.

[soundsinsilence]

[Shakes her head, folding her arms over her legs.]

I won't. It's just a good name.

Can I call you Isaiah? Or would Scorpion be better?

[iheardarumor]

The first is all too similar to another's name here. Scorpion is more than sufficient.

[soundsinsilence]

Whose name?

[iheardarumor]

The one who calls himself Pecha.

[waves a hand dismissively, leaning back into the bath.]

[soundsinsilence]

[Tilts her head a little, curious, but there's no overt recognition at the name.]

If that's what you'd like. Scorpion . . . mm! That's introductions, then.

[iheardarumor]

So what is it that you wanted to ask of me?

[soundsinsilence]

I was asking you not to cut your hair in the baths. Remember?

You're going to have it sticking all over you when you get out.

[iheardarumor]

... ah.

Hair is a part of oneself. It's not as though it is not clean after this.

Though, if you also think of it another way, isn't having so much hair on your head more disgusting, since it is only dead pieces of yourself?

[soundsinsilence]

No?

You're definitely not going to be clean sitting in dirty bath water though.

[iheardarumor]

[. . . the more you say it, the grosser he feels. :/

looking at the bath water]

I suppose I've grown used to worse conditions.

[soundsinsilence]

[That's because it is kind of gross . . . ]

It's okay, I mean . . . there's always next time? You'll be able to have a nice clean bath eventually, definitely . . .

[iheardarumor]

I'll admit, I was single-mindedly focused on having fresh water at all.

[soundsinsilence]

Been a while?

Mm, that's . . . really understandable.

[iheardarumor]

Such a long time.

My next goal was to inspect those windows I spotted.

[soundsinsilence]

This is the third floor. They're all along the south wall—on the floor above, they wrap almost half way around, and there's two stores of them.

The floor above that, goes right onto the roof, so you can stand below the open sky, if you want.

[iheardarumor]

... the sky?