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Ah, how pleasant. Aoi’s smile was definitely better than coffee when it came to reenergizing people, wasn’t it? Finishing off the rest of his yakisoba, Hiraku tossed it into a nearby garbage bin like a professional NBA player going for a masterful three-pointer. He needed his hands now, after all.
Walking closer, Hiraku was just about to raise his own hand once more to high-five her…when the satori dropped it down to the side once more. Ah. Just a greeting. Awkward.
Somewhere in the heavens, a miserable little snake was sniggering.
Recovering quickly from that shame, Hiraku nodded at her request, before putting his thinking cap on. There were, of course, plenty of places that sold mocha, from specialty stores to the flour-y dessert just being a side menu, but those were boring. He nodded a bit more, this time closing his eyes and forcing his uncooperative brain to come up with an answer.
“Ah, I think Nakatani Confectionaries has a do-it-yourself sorta thing going on with their mocha. Wanna give that a try? I can teach you the timing if you’re fine with doing the hammer.”
Wasn't exactly a couple-sorta thing, but hey, gotta start slow and move onto more date-y stuff afterwards~!
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Walking closer, Hiraku was just about to raise his own hand once more to high-five her…when the satori dropped it down to the side once more. Ah. Just a greeting. Awkward.
Somewhere in the heavens, a miserable little snake was sniggering.
Recovering quickly from that shame, Hiraku nodded at her request, before putting his thinking cap on. There were, of course, plenty of places that sold mocha, from specialty stores to the flour-y dessert just being a side menu, but those were boring. He nodded a bit more, this time closing his eyes and forcing his uncooperative brain to come up with an answer.
“Ah, I think Nakatani Confectionaries has a do-it-yourself sorta thing going on with their mocha. Wanna give that a try? I can teach you the timing if you’re fine with doing the hammer.”
Wasn't exactly a couple-sorta thing, but hey, gotta start slow and move onto more date-y stuff afterwards~!
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For once, Hiraku was actually happy he had patrolling duties. Though Himura Bakery always pulled off something particularly fun during festivals like these, whether it be sugar sculptures made on the spot or cotton candy animals, this particular incidence involved a chocolate fountain, where festival-goers were encouraged to select their own fruit and their own dippings to make their own sugary monstrosities. Which would ALSO be fine with the blue-haired youth, because hey, who didn’t like seeing cute kitsune girls lick the chocolate off bananas?
…except, as the eldest son, he wouldn’t be doing that this time. Instead, his parents had planned for him to put on a ridiculous mascot costume and breakdance in order to advertise for the store. Which may be fine as well, but…the costume had no airholes. And he never learned breakdancing. And he was more likely going to get attacked by those rowdy oni brats who were always terrorizing the playground swings.
So, all in all, patrolling was a good deal for him.
In his hands was a plastic carton filled with freshly made yakisoba, bonito flakes sprinkled liberally on the fried noodles. On his shoulders sat a teddy bear, recently won from a corkgun game. Hanging from his wrist was a goldfish, swimming around in circles within a clear bag. And, of course, a flimsy fox mask he never planned on wearing again was placed stylishly against the side of his head.
Milling through the crowd and trying out whatever struck his fancy in the name of a ‘surprise inspection’, Hiraku really was just enjoying himself. Sure, there WERE people who looked confused, and others who looked like they may have been lost…but if they weren’t cute and they weren’t crying, they should just enjoy the experience of being lost in the crowd! The Imaginary District of Miura, after all, was a fantastic place full of wonderful experiences, and many of those auspicious encounters came specifically because one was wandering.
Makiko probably would disagree, but she was all about some super idealized justice, while he was just a juvenile delinquent.
Nevertheless, it WAS a little lonely, wandering the streets by himself, and Hiraku was relieved more than anything when he caught a glimpse of a familiar individual amongst the crowds, a midget in a forest of giants. Small enough to be considered a child herself, Aoi’s green hair was really the only reason Hiraku even saw her.
But still, familiar face, and if his memory served him correctly, she was supposed to be doing office work today, so…
“Heyo Aoi,” he called out with a friendly grin, “How’s it going? Finally finished the paperwork?”
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…except, as the eldest son, he wouldn’t be doing that this time. Instead, his parents had planned for him to put on a ridiculous mascot costume and breakdance in order to advertise for the store. Which may be fine as well, but…the costume had no airholes. And he never learned breakdancing. And he was more likely going to get attacked by those rowdy oni brats who were always terrorizing the playground swings.
So, all in all, patrolling was a good deal for him.
In his hands was a plastic carton filled with freshly made yakisoba, bonito flakes sprinkled liberally on the fried noodles. On his shoulders sat a teddy bear, recently won from a corkgun game. Hanging from his wrist was a goldfish, swimming around in circles within a clear bag. And, of course, a flimsy fox mask he never planned on wearing again was placed stylishly against the side of his head.
Milling through the crowd and trying out whatever struck his fancy in the name of a ‘surprise inspection’, Hiraku really was just enjoying himself. Sure, there WERE people who looked confused, and others who looked like they may have been lost…but if they weren’t cute and they weren’t crying, they should just enjoy the experience of being lost in the crowd! The Imaginary District of Miura, after all, was a fantastic place full of wonderful experiences, and many of those auspicious encounters came specifically because one was wandering.
Makiko probably would disagree, but she was all about some super idealized justice, while he was just a juvenile delinquent.
Nevertheless, it WAS a little lonely, wandering the streets by himself, and Hiraku was relieved more than anything when he caught a glimpse of a familiar individual amongst the crowds, a midget in a forest of giants. Small enough to be considered a child herself, Aoi’s green hair was really the only reason Hiraku even saw her.
But still, familiar face, and if his memory served him correctly, she was supposed to be doing office work today, so…
“Heyo Aoi,” he called out with a friendly grin, “How’s it going? Finally finished the paperwork?”
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Edits made. Just gonna be a serpent god now.
Name: Hiraku Himura
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Hiraku stands 5’8, always carrying himself with an aloof, carefree attitude. The crescent scar below his left eye always appears to be raw, an angry red mark, and his yellow eyes sparkle during stormy days.
Personality: Carefree and relaxed, Hiraku’s always someone who’s looking for a good time, even if that good time is silly, immature, or illegal. He likes to be part of a group, enjoying the vibes of the crowd, and is a fairly present-minded person. Reading? Doing homework? Listening to music? A person that fervently believes that all alone time is a bad time, Hiraku utterly abhors solitude and quiet. He even dislikes sleeping alone, but his attempts at picking up chicks to platonically sleep together with?
Yeah, doesn’t work out too well.
A good person at heart, he’s nevertheless known as a riotous troublemaker by most, constantly showing the law his middle finger in the name of fun.
Ability: Storm-Caller and Cloud-Cleaver
Embedded beneath Hiraku’s scar is the scale of a serpent god, and it is through this ‘amulet’ that he can call forth a portion of its power. However, borrowing even a fraction of the might of such an entity requires sacrifice, either in the form of food (sugary foreign delicacies), dance (preferably fan dances), or prayer (long-winded conversations with a narcissist). These offerings must be made in advance with no exception whatsoever, making it fairly useless for actual fighting.
Which, of course, is fine with Hiraku, for he never was about serious deathmatches to begin with. No, the invocation of a diety is not to bring forth calamities upon one’s enemies, but to bring forth blessings upon the land. Once an offering is accepted, Hiraku will gain the power to influence weather, as well as flight and fabulously long hair. Utilized offensively, he can bring out gales and deluges, as well as call lightning from the heavens, but at the same time, he is unable to fully control a storm once he calls it.
Because it feels good to become a god, and it’s much too easy to lose sight of his own objectives once he fully utilizes the scraps of power he’s been given.
Skills: Hiraku’s a good dancer, but only compared to people who never spent five years learning the sport. He’s also a fast runner and an excellent sweets-maker, due to his ‘training’ as a ‘priest’. Running away from angry parents was a childhood specialty, after all, and girls (and narcissitic immortals) always like a dude who’s good at cupcakes.
Equipment: Only his roguish charm, his smartphone, and his bag of dark chocolate cookies.
Brief Backstory:
The Himura family serve as agents of the serpent, a great spiritual beast akin to a land god. Historically, they provide offerings in exchange for rain at times of drought or for the clearing of the clouds in times of floods, but in the current era, where food can be shipped from another continent within a day, the Himura family now just runs a sweet shop in the Imaginary District to appease their overbearing great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather of a snake, and in exchange, the diety sticks one of its scales into each member of the Himura family.
Hiraku always thought that it was a pretty dick move, like a present that no one asked for, but at the same time, such an object was fused with his very being, and he ultimately just had to deal with it.
Also didn’t help, of course, that the Himura family tradition was for the eldest son to inherit the family business. With such a limited amount of time left before he was chained down by responsibility and duty, he made a decision early on to go wild. After all, he didn’t REALLY need an education if he was going to bake sweets for cute high school girls and a senile reptile, right? A truant and a troublemaker, he was famous amongst the police by the time he was 13, mainly for trespassing. Apparently, you weren’t allowed to climb up construction cranes even if you were wearing a safety vest and a helmet.
But his ‘crimes’ were too minor, and all he got were lectures and slaps on the wrist…until the Miura Youth Organization was made.
Why NOT make him do community service? Why NOT have him work to keep the places he loved safe? Why not put that Himura bloodline ability to good use?
He didn’t really complain in the end. Lotsa cute girls in the Org, after all.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Hiraku stands 5’8, always carrying himself with an aloof, carefree attitude. The crescent scar below his left eye always appears to be raw, an angry red mark, and his yellow eyes sparkle during stormy days.
Personality: Carefree and relaxed, Hiraku’s always someone who’s looking for a good time, even if that good time is silly, immature, or illegal. He likes to be part of a group, enjoying the vibes of the crowd, and is a fairly present-minded person. Reading? Doing homework? Listening to music? A person that fervently believes that all alone time is a bad time, Hiraku utterly abhors solitude and quiet. He even dislikes sleeping alone, but his attempts at picking up chicks to platonically sleep together with?
Yeah, doesn’t work out too well.
A good person at heart, he’s nevertheless known as a riotous troublemaker by most, constantly showing the law his middle finger in the name of fun.
Ability: Storm-Caller and Cloud-Cleaver
Embedded beneath Hiraku’s scar is the scale of a serpent god, and it is through this ‘amulet’ that he can call forth a portion of its power. However, borrowing even a fraction of the might of such an entity requires sacrifice, either in the form of food (sugary foreign delicacies), dance (preferably fan dances), or prayer (long-winded conversations with a narcissist). These offerings must be made in advance with no exception whatsoever, making it fairly useless for actual fighting.
Which, of course, is fine with Hiraku, for he never was about serious deathmatches to begin with. No, the invocation of a diety is not to bring forth calamities upon one’s enemies, but to bring forth blessings upon the land. Once an offering is accepted, Hiraku will gain the power to influence weather, as well as flight and fabulously long hair. Utilized offensively, he can bring out gales and deluges, as well as call lightning from the heavens, but at the same time, he is unable to fully control a storm once he calls it.
Because it feels good to become a god, and it’s much too easy to lose sight of his own objectives once he fully utilizes the scraps of power he’s been given.
Skills: Hiraku’s a good dancer, but only compared to people who never spent five years learning the sport. He’s also a fast runner and an excellent sweets-maker, due to his ‘training’ as a ‘priest’. Running away from angry parents was a childhood specialty, after all, and girls (and narcissitic immortals) always like a dude who’s good at cupcakes.
Equipment: Only his roguish charm, his smartphone, and his bag of dark chocolate cookies.
Brief Backstory:
The Himura family serve as agents of the serpent, a great spiritual beast akin to a land god. Historically, they provide offerings in exchange for rain at times of drought or for the clearing of the clouds in times of floods, but in the current era, where food can be shipped from another continent within a day, the Himura family now just runs a sweet shop in the Imaginary District to appease their overbearing great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather of a snake, and in exchange, the diety sticks one of its scales into each member of the Himura family.
Hiraku always thought that it was a pretty dick move, like a present that no one asked for, but at the same time, such an object was fused with his very being, and he ultimately just had to deal with it.
Also didn’t help, of course, that the Himura family tradition was for the eldest son to inherit the family business. With such a limited amount of time left before he was chained down by responsibility and duty, he made a decision early on to go wild. After all, he didn’t REALLY need an education if he was going to bake sweets for cute high school girls and a senile reptile, right? A truant and a troublemaker, he was famous amongst the police by the time he was 13, mainly for trespassing. Apparently, you weren’t allowed to climb up construction cranes even if you were wearing a safety vest and a helmet.
But his ‘crimes’ were too minor, and all he got were lectures and slaps on the wrist…until the Miura Youth Organization was made.
Why NOT make him do community service? Why NOT have him work to keep the places he loved safe? Why not put that Himura bloodline ability to good use?
He didn’t really complain in the end. Lotsa cute girls in the Org, after all.
So dragons are aliens. Kay. Are dragons more powerful than dieties, or naw?
And yeah, I skimmed through that post. XD
And yeah, I skimmed through that post. XD
Chinese dragon, actually, but sure, we can just say that it's a diety taking the form of a snake will little baby arms and a fabulous mane.
If real dragons are a very specific thing, what would other, more traditional dragons be considered as then? Such as western fire breathing winged shits and all that?
If real dragons are a very specific thing, what would other, more traditional dragons be considered as then? Such as western fire breathing winged shits and all that?
Name: Hiraku Himura
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Hiraku stands 5’8, always carrying himself with an aloof, carefree attitude. The crescent scar below his left eye always appears to be raw, an angry red mark, and his yellow eyes sparkle during stormy days.
Personality: Carefree and relaxed, Hiraku’s always someone who’s looking for a good time, even if that good time is silly, immature, or illegal. He likes to be part of a group, enjoying the vibes of the crowd, and is a fairly present-minded person. Reading? Doing homework? Listening to music? A person that fervently believes that all alone time is a bad time, Hiraku utterly abhors solitude and quiet. He even dislikes sleeping alone, but his attempts at picking up chicks to platonically sleep together with?
Yeah, doesn’t work out too well.
A good person at heart, he’s nevertheless known as a riotous troublemaker by most, constantly showing the law his middle finger in the name of fun.
Ability: Dragon Descending
Embedded beneath Hiraku’s scar is the scale of a dragon, and it is through this ‘amulet’ that he can call forth a portion of its power. However, borrowing even a fraction of the might of such an entity requires sacrifice, either in the form of food (sugary foreign delicacies), dance (preferably fan dances), or prayer (long-winded conversations with a narcissist). These offerings must be made in advance with no exception whatsoever, making it fairly useless for actual fighting.
Which, of course, is fine with Hiraku, for he never was about serious deathmatches to begin with. No, the invocation of a dragon is not to bring forth calamities upon one’s enemies, but to bring forth blessings upon the land. Once an offering is accepted, Hiraku will gain the power to influence weather, as well as flight and fabulously long hair. Utilized offensively, he can bring out gales and deluges, as well as call lightning from the heavens, but at the same time, he is unable to fully control a storm once he calls it.
Because it feels good to become a dragon, and it’s much too easy to lose sight of his own objectives once he fully utilizes the scraps of power he’s been given.
Skills: Hiraku’s a good dancer, but only compared to people who never spent five years learning the sport. He’s also a fast runner and an excellent sweets-maker, due to his ‘training’ as a ‘priest’. Running away from angry parents was a childhood specialty, after all, and girls (and narcissitic dragons) always like a dude who’s good at cupcakes.
Equipment: Only his roguish charm, his smartphone, and his bag of dark chocolate cookies.
Brief Backstory:
The Himura family serve as agents of the dragon, a great spiritual beast akin to a land god. Historically, they provide offerings in exchange for rain at times of drought or for the clearing of the clouds in times of floods, but in the current era, where food can be shipped from another continent within a day, the Himura family now just runs a sweet shop in the Imaginary District to appease their overbearing great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather of a dragon, and in exchange, the dragon sticks one of its scales into each member of the Himura family.
Hiraku always thought that it was a pretty dick move, like a present that no one asked for, but at the same time, such an object was fused with his very being, and he ultimately just had to deal with it.
Also didn’t help, of course, that the Himura family tradition was for the eldest son to inherit the family business. With such a limited amount of time left before he was chained down by responsibility and duty, he made a decision early on to go wild. After all, he didn’t REALLY need an education if he was going to bake sweets for cute high school girls and a senile dragon, right? A truant and a troublemaker, he was famous amongst the police by the time he was 13, mainly for trespassing. Apparently, you weren’t allowed to climb up construction cranes even if you were wearing a safety vest and a helmet.
But his ‘crimes’ were too minor, and all he got were lectures and slaps on the wrist…until the Miura Youth Organization was made.
Why NOT make him do community service? Why NOT have him work to keep the places he loved safe? Why not put that Himura bloodline ability to good use?
He didn’t really complain in the end. Lotsa cute girls in the Org, after all.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Hiraku stands 5’8, always carrying himself with an aloof, carefree attitude. The crescent scar below his left eye always appears to be raw, an angry red mark, and his yellow eyes sparkle during stormy days.
Personality: Carefree and relaxed, Hiraku’s always someone who’s looking for a good time, even if that good time is silly, immature, or illegal. He likes to be part of a group, enjoying the vibes of the crowd, and is a fairly present-minded person. Reading? Doing homework? Listening to music? A person that fervently believes that all alone time is a bad time, Hiraku utterly abhors solitude and quiet. He even dislikes sleeping alone, but his attempts at picking up chicks to platonically sleep together with?
Yeah, doesn’t work out too well.
A good person at heart, he’s nevertheless known as a riotous troublemaker by most, constantly showing the law his middle finger in the name of fun.
Ability: Dragon Descending
Embedded beneath Hiraku’s scar is the scale of a dragon, and it is through this ‘amulet’ that he can call forth a portion of its power. However, borrowing even a fraction of the might of such an entity requires sacrifice, either in the form of food (sugary foreign delicacies), dance (preferably fan dances), or prayer (long-winded conversations with a narcissist). These offerings must be made in advance with no exception whatsoever, making it fairly useless for actual fighting.
Which, of course, is fine with Hiraku, for he never was about serious deathmatches to begin with. No, the invocation of a dragon is not to bring forth calamities upon one’s enemies, but to bring forth blessings upon the land. Once an offering is accepted, Hiraku will gain the power to influence weather, as well as flight and fabulously long hair. Utilized offensively, he can bring out gales and deluges, as well as call lightning from the heavens, but at the same time, he is unable to fully control a storm once he calls it.
Because it feels good to become a dragon, and it’s much too easy to lose sight of his own objectives once he fully utilizes the scraps of power he’s been given.
Skills: Hiraku’s a good dancer, but only compared to people who never spent five years learning the sport. He’s also a fast runner and an excellent sweets-maker, due to his ‘training’ as a ‘priest’. Running away from angry parents was a childhood specialty, after all, and girls (and narcissitic dragons) always like a dude who’s good at cupcakes.
Equipment: Only his roguish charm, his smartphone, and his bag of dark chocolate cookies.
Brief Backstory:
The Himura family serve as agents of the dragon, a great spiritual beast akin to a land god. Historically, they provide offerings in exchange for rain at times of drought or for the clearing of the clouds in times of floods, but in the current era, where food can be shipped from another continent within a day, the Himura family now just runs a sweet shop in the Imaginary District to appease their overbearing great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather of a dragon, and in exchange, the dragon sticks one of its scales into each member of the Himura family.
Hiraku always thought that it was a pretty dick move, like a present that no one asked for, but at the same time, such an object was fused with his very being, and he ultimately just had to deal with it.
Also didn’t help, of course, that the Himura family tradition was for the eldest son to inherit the family business. With such a limited amount of time left before he was chained down by responsibility and duty, he made a decision early on to go wild. After all, he didn’t REALLY need an education if he was going to bake sweets for cute high school girls and a senile dragon, right? A truant and a troublemaker, he was famous amongst the police by the time he was 13, mainly for trespassing. Apparently, you weren’t allowed to climb up construction cranes even if you were wearing a safety vest and a helmet.
But his ‘crimes’ were too minor, and all he got were lectures and slaps on the wrist…until the Miura Youth Organization was made.
Why NOT make him do community service? Why NOT have him work to keep the places he loved safe? Why not put that Himura bloodline ability to good use?
He didn’t really complain in the end. Lotsa cute girls in the Org, after all.
I also dislike usage of canon Gears only. Sucks the fun out of making our own silly phrases.
And banning Shen Shou Jing is odd. It's not like it's any more villainous than Ichaival, which is mass destruction, or Igalima, which is soul-reaping.
And banning Shen Shou Jing is odd. It's not like it's any more villainous than Ichaival, which is mass destruction, or Igalima, which is soul-reaping.
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