OPEN RP POST (wip)

[onegreeneye]

This is a general catch-all post for anyone who wants to thread with Ginko in his original setting - or at least something resembling it. Want to play an AU? Post-jamjar? Unexpected interdimensional travel? It's all good! In addition, if you want to thread something with mushi and such but in a more modern setting, I'm totally open to modern-day AU's. I'm fine with prose, brackets, whatever.

Please note that I'm totally open to using this post for action, fluff, whatever, but not smut. If you have any additional questions about the setting or types of mushi, just message me on this account!

(here's a placeholder for if i ever get around to putting actual prompts on here)

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[onegreeneye]

JW's choice of words didn't confuse the villagers any less. Ginko winced a little, glancing around. They didn't look hostile, at least. He spoke somewhat more quietly to JW. "Should I say something, or...?"

[goldeneyeball]

"Yeah, tell 'em it's contagious so they'll stay outta my way."

He had no plans of doing his spook-shooing work here.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko sighed quietly and turned to the villagers, gesturing for them to move away. "Alright, leave him alone. No point in staring."

Some weren't too easily dissuaded, but within a few minutes he had at least made sure that most people knew that the guy with the antlers was with him, and that they shouldn't bother him.

"Hopefully that'll be enough," he muttered. "Sorry. Pitchforks or not, I guess people can always get a little weird about odd appearances."

[goldeneyeball]

JW craned his neck up to glare at those who reluctantly went back to whatever they were doing. Sweeping, selling, building. He would have liked the peaceful village in winter maybe.

"It's the same in every time period, t' tell you the truth. Thanks."

When the shapes of the houses started to blend with the brush again, JW turned sharply to the left and skidded his way down a sharp incline that looked like it had been washed out by a river ages ago.

"Looks like my stop."

On the other side of the dead river, a pine stood with a big X carved in its trunk. Something about the grass that grew just beyond it looked wrong--the wrong shade of green. The wrong shaped leaves. The wrong length.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko stopped at the top of the ledge, watching JW slide down before his gaze drifted to the tree.

...It did strike him as important somehow. The grass, the mark, were hints, certainly. Under different circumstances, he may not have noticed that spot at all. But now that his attention had been drawn to it, it was hard not to.

He lifted one hand in a small wave, tucking the other into his pocket. "Good luck with the future."

[goldeneyeball]

"I won't need any so long as you behave yourself!"

He climbed up the other side and hung by the tree long enough to give the area (and Ginko) a good once-over before ducking away into the pines. His footsteps cut off abruptly.