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]

Ginko stared at him, taking a few moments to process that. Then he sat back a little, drumming his fingers thoughtfully against the ground. "Who's Noelle?"

[goldeneyeball]

"Friend back home," he said distractedly. JW was already fishing around in his pockets again, fighting nerves. It was such a battle--showing out for those who could be easily impressed and trying to behave himself. "Antique dealer. She'd love some of the coins I've found in this place."

[onegreeneye]

"Got it." That was an odd thought, but it made sense. That one day the same money that he would just use to buy a bundle of dried herbs or a cup of tea would be considered worth more than just the value it was assigned today. He just wouldn't have expected to ever be speaking to someone from a time when that was the case.

"...So... what year is it where-- when you're from, then?"

[goldeneyeball]

He fished out his wallet and flipped it open. Inside, another glossy image stared out at the world--JW's driver's licence. He pulled out a dollar bill and held it out for Ginko to see.

"We hardly exchange real metals in 2010. We just use these. Says we own a piece of a huge pile of silver and gold squirreled away in some fortress."

[onegreeneye]

Ginko examined the bill, leaning over a little and crossing his arms across his knees. "Ah, yeah; I've seen some notes like that around. Government's been making them for a few years... some people seem pretty sure it won't last." He leaned back enough to dig around in his pocket for a moment, finally pulling out a crumpled paper bill to show JW.

"What was that picture in there?"

[goldeneyeball]

"Hah, I guess they're wrong. They've been doing bills since my great grandfather was alive." HE folded the dead president back up and tucked it away. But then the question came and JW didn't even realize what GInko had seen at first. It was such a common place thing. He used to pride himself on being worldy but it turned out he was just as spoiled by the 'future' as everybody else.

"Oh." He flipped it around for the white-haired man to see. "Driver's licence. Means I'm mentally stable enough to operate a motor vehicle."

It also served as a visual reminder that he had to pay to update every four to ate years of how big his nose was. He was not fond of that part.

[onegreeneye]

A few moments of uncomprehending staring, and then: "A what?"

He could sort of guess what that meant, more or less, but, as far as mental images... he had nothing.

[goldeneyeball]

"...Oh. It's a--machine." Did they have machines here? He didn't know. He rolled his wrist as he explained as best he could. "Like a cart you ride in without a horse--a lotta chemicals and compression and sparks and I don't know. I'm not a mechanic, I just drive the thing. There's a lot of laws about who can and can't use the roads."

[onegreeneye]

"...Got it." He... only sort of got it, but it didn't sound like anything JW could tell him would give him any better of an idea. "Why are there so many laws about it?"

[goldeneyeball]

"They're big, fast, and dangerous. The average speed folks go on the highway is a good sixty miles per hours. Leaves any horse you've ever seen heaving in the dust." Okay, now he was bragging a little.

[onegreeneye]

"Sixty--" Ginko huffed quietly, sitting back with a look of vague distress. That just sounded to him like a disaster waiting to happen. "Maybe it's for the best that we don't have those."

[goldeneyeball]

James laughed. That was about what he expected. "Some folks still ride, though." His grin faded. "I used to. Costs more money to keep up a horse than a car though. I don't have the room."

[onegreeneye]

"Yeah, I've heard horses can be pretty expensive. Fortunately, walking has always worked well enough for me."

[goldeneyeball]

"Don't even get me started on finding a job either. Ugh. That's why I'm out here." He stretched his legs out before him and got more comfortable on the rock. "Maybe I can charge folks to take nature walks out here. No noise pollution...or any pollution now that I think about it."

MONEY.

[onegreeneye]

"Mm. Strange creatures that not everyone can see..." Speaking of which. Ginko frowned at a couple mushi that had started creeping closer - still fairly harmless, but he didn't want to risk more dangerous ones showing up.

He dug around in his coat pocket for a moment before producing a small wooden box and a lighter. He pulled a brown paper-wrapped cigarette from the box and mumbled around it as he lit it. "If they don't know what mushi are, that kind of thing may not go over well."

[goldeneyeball]

James flashed him a wide, wide grin. He was missing a couple of teeth.

"That's not my problem!" His eyes flicked to the smoke Ginko tugged out. The way it was rolled automatically made him feel more at home. This guy. He could grow to like. "They get by in a world of faeries well enough."

[onegreeneye]

Ginko rolled his eyes, giving a quiet almost-laugh accompanied by a puff of odd-smelling smoke. "Maybe so, but I'd suggest being careful anyway. Some people react pretty badly to encountering mushi - or just hearing about them."

[goldeneyeball]

"No, y'see, I'll keep you on standby," He raised his hands, knowing this was a stupid idea that would never happen, but he really wanted to get it out into the air. Also he almost got a laugh. He bet he could do better. "And while we're on route, you can make, I dunno, bird calls or something if we're headed into rough territory and we'll just change course! Plus we'll have 'em sign a waver, nobody can sue us. I'll split the profits with you, 30/70!"

[onegreeneye]

"Yeah, sorry, not gonna work. That sounds like it would require me to stick around for a while." He shrugged slightly. "Probably won't be here for more than another few days."

[goldeneyeball]

!!!

"What! No, you can't go--" Why, JW? He shook himself. "This is a million dollar oportunity here. We'll open a themepark, call it Mushi Land." He was still grinning, still carrying on the joke, but it was a slightly sadder grin.

He only knew of one tree gate that led him to this Japan.

Then again. Japan wasn't that big.

[onegreeneye]

Ginko hadn't the slightest clue what a theme park was, but he figured this was something he should explain before asking that.

"Sorry, but I don't have much of a choice. Not unless I want this place getting overrun." He breathed out slowly, watching smoke curl into the air. A couple drifting, luminous forms fluttered away from it. "See, I don't just work with mushi. I attract them. Can't afford to stick around anywhere for too long."

[goldeneyeball]

JW tilted his head, then nodded, crestfallen but understanding.

"That's tough. I kinda get that...these things don't really attract faeries," he bobbed his head to call attention to his antlers. "But they're pretty much a big red target for 'em. You piss 'em off or what?"

JW, no, you haven't reached a high enough level to unlock that.

[onegreeneye]

Another quiet snort. "No. Not that I know of, anyway; it's just how it's always been for me. ...What about you? How did you get those, anyway?"

Turnabout is fair play, after all.

[goldeneyeball]

It was fair. And he wanted to talk to this guy as long as he could, learn what he could about this strange world. Even if he wasn't going to open Mushi Land, it would still be useful to learn to steer clear of what he couldn't see.

It was weird, being the blind one for a change. Well, besides the kind of blind that put a warning on his driver's licence.

"There's a kind of faerie called a phookah. Looks like a person with a horse's head, at least the one I met did. And apparently all blackberries in a given wood belong to him after the frost starts falling. Old nag caught me in his berry patch."

[onegreeneye]

"...Huh. That's... too bad." Now he had a bit more of an idea of what JW had meant about convoluted rules. "So, how often do things like that happen where-- when you're from?"