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AND NOW IT'S OLD MAN O'CLOCK
[ It's Yaozou's one day off.
All the boys are out. Renzou is with their young master off at school. Kinzou and Juuzou are with Mamushi on a small expedition to catch some unidentified minor demons making a fuss in a nearby village. His wife is with their remaining three children on a much-needed vacation, according to her, and Yaozou had been all too willing to volunteer himself to hold down the fort with Uwabami while they were all out.
Uwabami only just left after they'd had themselves a game of shougi and tea.
Yaozou had been inches away from settling himself down to do some much-needed weeding in his vegetable garden. Utter peace and quiet had been promised to him for at least another two days.
This. This is unacceptable.
He glances around the academy grounds with a stern eye, maintaining his composure. (Although there is a distinct twitch beneath his eye now. Buddha has it out for him. There is no other explanation than that. He must have been a murderer and a rapist and a child-killer in a past life, sent into this one purely to atone for those sons. ) ]
Demons, show yourselves!
[ Because if it's not a demon who did this to him, boy are they going to wish that they'd been born with the regenerative capabilities of one. Or possibly never born at all.
ooc note: Yaozou's taken from much prior to the Impure King incident because having him hobbling around on crutches, while badass like nothing else, seems a bit cumbersome. Also boils. ]
All the boys are out. Renzou is with their young master off at school. Kinzou and Juuzou are with Mamushi on a small expedition to catch some unidentified minor demons making a fuss in a nearby village. His wife is with their remaining three children on a much-needed vacation, according to her, and Yaozou had been all too willing to volunteer himself to hold down the fort with Uwabami while they were all out.
Uwabami only just left after they'd had themselves a game of shougi and tea.
Yaozou had been inches away from settling himself down to do some much-needed weeding in his vegetable garden. Utter peace and quiet had been promised to him for at least another two days.
This. This is unacceptable.
He glances around the academy grounds with a stern eye, maintaining his composure. (Although there is a distinct twitch beneath his eye now. Buddha has it out for him. There is no other explanation than that. He must have been a murderer and a rapist and a child-killer in a past life, sent into this one purely to atone for those sons. ) ]
Demons, show yourselves!
[ Because if it's not a demon who did this to him, boy are they going to wish that they'd been born with the regenerative capabilities of one. Or possibly never born at all.
ooc note: Yaozou's taken from much prior to the Impure King incident because having him hobbling around on crutches, while badass like nothing else, seems a bit cumbersome. Also boils. ]
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Yep, definitely Kinzou. It's almost like the further down the line his children go, the fewer worthwhile genes they inherited. There's no need to even speak of Renzou. Yaozou feels blessed whenever that boy remembers how to breathe. Buddha have mercy on their Bon, with only Renzou and Konekomaru for aides.
It's uncanny, really. How Yaozou can be the father of six living children and still be entirely uncertain whether or not the Shima name will last another generation. Ucchuá¹£ma is going to be completely unattainable another generation or two from now, he can just see it.
...
Right, Kinzou. ]
I'd like to ask you the same thing. Aren't you supposed to be with Juuzou and Mamushi?
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Oh, well. This thought process occurs in the span of a second at the most, because what does it matter. It's already happened. ]
I was with the others, but Mamushi's at the ryokan.
[ All things considered, he isn't that angry with Mamushi. However, there is something different about his father today . . . Ah, yes. It clicks, and like it's the most natural question in the universe: ]
When did you get better?
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Oh, he remembers the good old days. When his eldest was still alive and far outpacing his peers, when Kinzou's vacant stares were more cute than worrying and the spit bubbles he made could be considered a crowning achievement. Yaozou would give just about anything to go back to that simpler, more innocent time.
But he doesn't have that time anymore. All he has is this, and he almost wishes he still had it in him to be confused when Kinzou opens his mouth and it feels like some other language entirely comes out. ]
Why would Mamushi be at--
Better from what?
[ ...Kinzou's stupidity is reaching truly astounding heights, Yaozou is realizing just now. Kinzou's now so slow that he's out the other end and Yaozou just can't keep up with him. ]
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The miasma. I think it was, anyway, since you were there during the incident with the Right Eye.
[ He mostly paid attention the fact that his father was ill, and little more since that was enough to fire him up. Not to mention bubbles had been growing as of late . . . That was a little unnerving, but nothing Yaozou couldn't overcome, clearly. Still, isn't the timing of that a bit strange? Hmm. ]
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[ The particular pallor to Yaozou's face right then heavily implies that he's inches away from a coronary incident. Choose your next words carefully, Kinzou. To Kinzou's credit, though, Daddy Shima here has no idea they're on different wavelengths either. For all he knows, Kinzou's been sneaking booze. Or just finally completely lost what little sense he had to begin with, possibly after getting his head beat in by Mamushi. ]
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Maybe something malicious is at work. A demon . . . !? But wait, let's hear him out. Kinzou raises a brow, not quite confused nor surprised, but more thinking that his father isn't in his right mind to be so taken back. Kinzou, at the very least, appears overly calm despite the words he just uttered -- because it's nothing new! It's old news!
Who'da thunk it? ]
You okay, Pops? Did you hit your head?
[ That last part is honestly out of sincere concern. ]
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[ ...the resemblance is astounding at times, although show us someone willing to point that out to Yaozou and we'll show you someone who's gotten tired of living. Yaozou's about to pop an aneurysm, because if there's been an incident involving the Right Eye of the Impure King, Kinzou should be far more concerned about it than whether or not Yaozou's hit his head. ]
What happened with the Right Eye??
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Mamushi took it and revived the Impure King with one of her old teachers. You were pretty sick, but you led everyone into the fight anyway. How come you don't remember?
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[ Or in harsher words, are you high out of your goddamn skull, Kinzou? It has to be all those bleach chemicals. Yaozou's going to shave your fool head bald and make you grow your hair back in its natural color if this is how it's going to be, son. ]
I'm not sick! And I sure as hell don't remember leading a charge against the Impure King! Mamushi'd bite your head off to hear you talking about her like that!
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At any rate, Kinzou feels like this conversation has taken a very odd, very sharp, very wrong turn somewhere. Clearly, the best solution is to raise his volume, too, though it lacks anger of any sort. He's only being louder for the sake of being louder. ]
But you were, and Mamushi knows it, too! We were doing some heat sterilization when I wound up here!
[ Maybe he should have tried clearing up what he already said instead of throwing more variables in there, but. Eh. Everything should wrap up nicely in the end. ]
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There had to be a situation at hand. ]
Lower your voice! [ Of course now Yaozou is shouting right back. This is just how things work in the Shima household. ]
--Kinzou, do you remember that mission you went on with Juuzou and Mamushi? Your mother went on vacation around the same time.
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It clicks, though the implications behind the question have yet to reach him. ]
Oh, that? That was months ago.
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[ Though he'd suspected something along those lines, that still doesn't fully prepare Yaozou for the idea that either he's been in a coma for the last few months or something extremely powerful is afoot here. ]
That's the last thing I remember, Kinzou. You all being out, and me going to tend my garden. Then I opened my eyes and was here.
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Are you senile?
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Suddenly there's a fist in Kinzou's face. On the cheek, though. Wouldn't want to break the kid's pretty nose-- That face is about all Kinzou has going for him in life. ]
What did you just say to me?!
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That hurt, Pops! And isn't that what it's called!?
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--I mean yes! I mean-- I AM NOT SENILE!
[ That familiar vein in Yaozou's forehead is throbbing and he brings a hand up to try to soothe it before he bursts an artery and has an aneurysm. ]
Look around you! If we've been summoned to True Cross Academy somehow, don't you think whoever's responsible might also be strong enough to be snatching people from different times?!
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You mean you're just from the past and didn't forget anything? There's an actual power to do something like that?
[ THIS IS NEWS. ]
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For all we know this could be a new class of demon-- Would it kill you to use your head once in a while?!
[ Now Yaozou's entire face has gone red, but Kinzou tends to have that general effect on him. It's all he can do not to reach out and shake the boy, but Yaozou has the distinct feeling that shaking Kinzou will only serve to make matters worse. ]
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Then there has to be a dangerous demon on the prowl. I'll exorcise it!
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Those people generally do very simple jobs, possibly involving making sure all the labels are facing out at a supermarket or stacking boxes in a warehouse. Those people more or less are thus able to live perfectly normal lives, which can be exactly as fulfilling as the lives of their intellectual superiors.
You are not one of those people. You are an Exorcist, a job which involves being quick on your feet and able to adapt to highly volatile situations. You are, furthermore, from a family of Arias, a discipline which requires constant mental training and memorization of passages out of religious texts, as well as wield full command of an extensive mental index of these religious texts to summon the relevant text upon a moment's notice where a single hesitation, pause, or blink of an eye will result in your bloody and gruesome death.
'There is a dangerous demon on the prowl. I'll exorcise it,' really doesn't begin to cover what needs to be done here, and your father is exceptionally worried about being down to two Exorcist sons right about now. ]
...Kinzou.
Come here.
[ See this bush? He's about to tie you to this bush. ]
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Ever the (largely) obedient son, Kinzou steps forward towards his father. It's a rather random demand, but who's he to doubt Yaozou? Totally clueless of what his father is actually more or else thinking, he flashes Yaozou an innocent look. Maybe he needs a weapon. Kinzou has his k'rik; he can hand it over! ]
Yeah?
[ What up, Pops.
Nope, he sees no bush. ]