[OPEN] Didn't wanna be a ghost...

[minorgod]

WHO: Yato + OPEN TO ANY
WHERE: All Porter cities
WHEN: Throughout October
WHAT: Working his various odd jobs, and generally being around. If you haven't yet, please check out Yato's permissions post, thank you!
WARNINGS: Probably none, will update if needed


A. CAFE

Between jobs, Yato can sometimes be found taking a break with a newspaper classifieds spread out in front of him, tapping a pen absently as he scans over apartment rentals. But as soon as his phone rings, he's pouncing on the call like a jackrabbit, the most absurdly happy and eager voice answering the line: "Hello, thank you for calling! Fast, affordable and reliable, Delivery God Yato, at your service!"

B. DAY JOB

Occasionally his jobs lend themselves not only to doing the work he's hired for, but for his own advertising as well. While handing out brochures for a new company in Nonah - bearing a logo for Marco's Polo League - he's slipped one of his business cards into the folds of each pamphlet, and here's hoping that someone decides to give him a call. Between bursts of pedestrians, he's walking along the street and tucking the pamphlets onto the windshields of cars, slipping them under doors and dropping them into mailboxes.

Be prepared for a practiced patter when he tries to pawn the brochure off on you: "Good afternoon! Marco's Polo League, rated in the top 15 of the Eastern House Tier District, is now accepting new players and you could be their new star!"

C. SKETCH(Y) ARTIST

When he's between jobs though, Yato likes wasting time doing some urban sketching, which he... actually seems decently adept at. However, he's also clearly using the fact that people tend not to notice him to his advantage, and the position he's taken up -- not on the bench but just near it -- is proving to be prime spot for eavesdropping on conversations that likely would not have been happening if the people had realized there was someone sitting mere feet away.

D. NIGHT PATROL

'Patrol' might in this case be a slight misnomer, because that would imply that he's actively looking for trouble - which he's not, despite the almost always-present with him now, the slim black-sheathed sword rests at his hip, looking rather incongruous against his habitual tracksuit. Rather, Yato's merely apt to roam around at night for no good reason at all, and sometimes that just happens to put him in contact those out to cause trouble. Some of them can be talked down, the ones who aren't as riled. Some slink away with a few fresh bruises, both on their skin and on their pride.

And a few, along with any witnesses, get treated to the strangest of sights: Yato slicing a sword at them with seeming full strength, the pronouncement of "Rend!" ringing the otherwise quiet nighttime streets. Rather than harming them however, the strike leaves them without a scratch, as if the blade has passed right through them, leaving them confused to wander off in a kind of daze, forgetting whatever mischief they were getting up to.

E. WILDCARD

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[cadbane]

The alien bounty hunter is out and about and may look very shady and suspicious as he lurks down back streets. Dressed as ever in a very cowboy-like outfit, his blue face shadowed by the wide brimmed hat, he stands out even as he seems to be staying out of sight.

He pauses for a moment and the glint of metal can be seen at his hip. A gun-like weapon sits in a holster there. He has a pair of them. One at each hip. He checks it, removing it from its place and examining the barrel.

[minorgod]

Yato does notice him - used to tracking and hunting down literal phantoms himself, the living will always stand out - but whatever lurking the blue-skinned one seems to be doing, he is neither apparently causing trouble nor asking for assistance, so Yato intends to pass by.

[cadbane]

But then Bane notices the person walking nearby and abruptly points the blaster at him.

"Halt right there."

Was this a robbery? No, but it might seem so by the alien's tone. It just sounds sinister.

"Bit late to be out and about, isn't it?"

[minorgod]

Yato does indeed stop when the blaster is aimed in his direction, but it's more out of annoyance than fear.

"I haven't had curfew in the last thousand years, I'm not about to start now. Who're you, going around asking people if it's past their bedtime?"

[cadbane]

"A thousand years?" He sounds sceptical but then, with a tilt of his head, asks: "What are you?"

He doesn't answer the question.

[minorgod]

"Give or take a few decades," Yato said coolly. Oddly, the phrasing doesn't seem to bother him at all - to him, that's a completely natural follow up to his own claim of age.

"A god. The Porter seems to think it needs some of us here. You didn't answer my question, though."

[cadbane]

Obviously not human himself and used to an unlimited variety of aliens in the galaxy - not to mention the many beings here - Bane thought it a simple enough question to go to. Humans obviously weren't known to live so long indeed.

"A god, huh," he didn't sound fearful or impressed. Stating a fact. He holstered the blaster. "I'm Cad Bane. It's smart to be careful who you run into around here, late at night."

It was unclear if he meant about himself or Yato.

[minorgod]

Yato hardly presents a godly impression in any case, given his habitual tracksuit and scruffy scarf. When Bane holstered his blaster however, Yato does relax a bit. Normal human weapons can't severely hurt him, but he hasn't had the option to test much against imPort weapons whose origins are unknown, and he's not keen to make tonight the first attempt at it.

"It is," he agreed. "But most people don't lurk around dark alleys at night, so that makes you the exception."

[cadbane]

"I have business here," Bane replied with the tone of somebody who didn't want to be questioned further about why he was doing what he was doing. It was a tone of warning.

"What are you the god of anyway? You all have specific powers, now don't you?"

[minorgod]

"The kind of business that involves pulling your gun on people?" Yato asked with a raised eyebrow. "Seems shady to me."

His hand rested lightly on the top of the sheathed sword at his hip. "I'm a God of Fortune now," he answered. "Learning to be, at least."

[cadbane]

"You never can be too careful in my line of work. There are people always wanting to shoot you in the back," Bane answered dryly.

"God of Fortune? Now that sounds like something I could work with. Can you provide riches or just lead people to be lucky?"

[minorgod]

"I don't give away money, if that's what you're asking," Yato replied dryly. "A God of Fortune is closer to the helping people come into good fortune. Why, you have a lottery to win?"

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[dun_moch]

Suddenly a shadow looms over where Yato is sitting in the cafe. An elderly man, tall and with a regal bearing, wearing a patch over his right eye and a glove over a prosthetic right hand. When he speaks, his voice is deep and elegant.

"You are the one known as Yato, correct?" He says. "I understand you are available for hire."

[minorgod]

If Yato is startled by Dooku's sudden appearance (he is), it manifests only in roundly blinking eyes while the statement and its delivery voice register. Then he beams, practically bounding to his feet. "That's right! Fast and reliable, delivery god Yato at your service!"

[dun_moch]

"Excellent," the Count says warmly, smiling down at Yato before he gestures to the seat across from him. "Please, forgive me for interrupting your work. May I join you? I believe my task would be most suited to your business."

He wants something delivered, all right. He just needs it found first.

[minorgod]

"Yeah, of course," he assures quickly, moving the papers so that Dooku has room in front of him. Yato's eyes flick down to the classifieds and then he shakes his head with a grin. "It's not work. Just looking at rent ads for the different cities, but it's nothing that can't wait."

To hear the Count state that the potential job could be well-suited to him is definitely promising. "I've been hoping for more imPort business," he said. "Any problem that needs solving, I can help."

[dun_moch]

Dooku sits down, and steeples his fingers in front of him in the classic contemplative villain style. He straightens his back, his bearing that of an aristocrat on a throne, not a customer in a coffee shop. He is accustomed to commanding a room simply by projecting his presence, and it shows.

"An item was taken from me some time ago," he says evenly. "One of my own creation, precious and unique. I do not know where it is now or how it could be returned... but anyone who could find it would earn a handsome reward, and with it, my deep gratitude. Do you believe this is something you could help with?"

[minorgod]

Lost and found sounds entirely up his alley, but there's something kind of obvious that Yato feels like he should bring up first. "It does, sure. I'm good at tracking stuff down. Police couldn't help, or...?"

[dun_moch]

The Count smirks enigmatically, his smile tinged with bitterness. "In my experience, the police cannot help with many things. And even if they could, I much prefer the services of my fellow imPorts."

He takes out his communicator, and displays an image of his lightsaber on its screen- the curved hilt, the red energy blade, the intricate craftsmanship of Dooku's own hands. "This is my lightsaber," he says in hushed tones. "And I want it back."

[minorgod]

"That's fair," Yato acknowledges with a tilt of his head, in reference to what Dooku says about the police. "A lot of my work back home came from people who didn't want to involve the police for one reason or another, or those who'd tried and it hadn't worked."

He leans forward to study the detail of the lightsaber. The fact that it's a sword, no matter how different from a blade of steel, is poignant for him. He knows more than he cares to what it is to be without.

"I can do it. Do you have any information I can start with?"

[dun_moch]

"You must have had no shortage of employment, then," Dooku remarks with a dry air. He lowers the communicator, returns it to his pocket.

"I can offer no leads, only suspicion. I believe that if you find the criminals calling themselves the 'Phantom Thieves,' you will find the trail of the lightsaber. It disappeared at the same time that they... targeted me."

And if Yato happens to uncover more information about the Thieves' identities in the process, so much the better. Dooku still has a score to settle with them.

[minorgod]

"You'd be surprised," Yato mumbled, slumping minutely before straightening in his seat again as Dooku offers his suspicions.

"I've seen anonymous imPorts on the network identifying themselves by that name," Yato mused. "Not in a little while, though. ImPorts really do prefer to sort things out amongst themselves. I'll see what I can turn up."

[dun_moch]

"Very well then," Dooku says with a satisfied air. "You know how to contact me once you have results."

He spreads his hands in front of him. "Now that is decided, all that remains is to decide on the matter of payment." He has been assuming that Yato does not really work for five yen worth of compensation- surely that is only an advertising tactic, with the real costs hidden after customers have been drawn in.