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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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"Hm. Sounds like being able to actually reason with them must make things go a little more smoothly." Ginko considered himself lucky if he could reason with the clients, let alone the mushi.

It would be hard not to notice that staring. Ginko pulled his box of cigarettes back out and offered one to JW. "You want one? They can take some getting used to, just a warning."

"Ghosts aren't all bad...seven times out of ten, they're just regular people who are stuck between here and...wherever it is they're headed. Sometimes all they need is a nudge in the right direction. Or some company."

He both grimaced and brightened at the offer. Wow, was he was an open today. JW and Shame didn't speak often but he still felt silly being caught so easily. He accepted the smoke and turned it curiously in his hands. Hand-rolled! Just the way he liked it. Damn. "You got a light?"

"That doesn't sound too different, actually. A lot of the time, mushi just end up where they shouldn't be; relocate them, and they're fine."

He nodded, passing JW his lighter. "Here."

Cigarette lit, JW took a long puff. And instantly regretted it. His eyes watered and his throat stung. This was not the kind of taste he was used to. Refusing to cough, he forced a grin and swallowed.

"Thanks!"

Ginko muffled a quiet snort. "I did warn you. Mushi cigarettes are pretty different from other cigarettes."

James rapidly blinked away tears. This stuff was stout.

"You weren't kidding." He finally gives way to a cough before just...holding it in his fingers. Yeah. It can just stay there. "Don't smoke tobacco myself but...man."

His chest is screaming. JW glances around the clearing again in hopes of seeing traces of fleeing mushi. They'd better run!

He gave a quiet hum of agreement before putting his own cigarette back to his lips. "Took me a bit to get used to them, too, but... they turned out to be kind of necessary. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that if I tried smoking anything else now, I would end up choking."

"We'll just have to see." He cut a grin and added that to his list of Things to Show This Guy the next time they crossed paths. He wasn't going to come back through this particular treegate empty handed again.

Fun as it was, reality settled on his shoulders.

"I better make my way back before the sun sets."

Ginko nodded, then shifted to push himself to his feet. "Any particular reason for that, or just a matter of getting back in a reasonable amount of time in general?" He wouldn't be surprised either way, at this point.

"I don't know about you, but I can't see in the dark." He stood and shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's a good piece down the road. Came out near that little town actually."

It had been awkward skulking around the outskirts without being seen. One day he'd learn not to wear bright purple. That day was not this day.

Ginko quietly decided not to reply with the fact that, in fact, he could see in the dark. "Well, that's pretty convenient. I've got to head back there anyway."

JW grinned again and picked his way toward the road. The walk took them past the well, past the 'weird ditches' and of course miles and miles of unspoiled countryside.

It looked so different from the gullies in Hawksaw. He'd seen plenty of other worlds, but it was something to see something so unique right on his own humble blue planet. Just an ocean or two away.

"These folks aren't the pitchfork mob type, are they? Nobody was awake when I came through and I can't exactly wear a hat..."

"I doubt it." They hadn't gone after Ginko yet, anyway. "If anyone asks, I'll just tell them you've got some mushi affliction."

"And they just buy it? That's amazing!" He gave Ginko a good thump on the back. "I didn't know you were Mr. Popularity with the people too, I'm tellin' ya Mushi Land is gonna be big."

Ginko jumped a little and glanced at JW with a momentary look of vague alarm, largely unaccustomed to being touched.

"...well, knowing about mushi is my whole job. If they can't trust me with that, then I must be doing something wrong."

Get used to it, Ginko. JW spent the latter half of his childhood in a house full of eight people. They sometimes slept in a pile.

"I'm lucky the few folks in town who call me to their houses like some kind of discount Ghostbuster actually believe a word that comes out of my mouth. I had no idea you were famous! What an honor!"

He was laying it on like thick-cut salami.

And Ginko was not buying it. "I'm not famous. I just know how to make sure people know they can trust me."

And he had worked damn hard for that. Sure, running into people who had heard of him could be convenient (unless it was other mushi masters who saw his methods as needlessly inefficient and softhearted), but he couldn't depend on it.

"Well where I'm from, that makes you pretty famous," he insisted.

They entered the town and JW's showy grin faded as heads turned. His loud shirt wasn't what was drawing attention though. A frown worked its way onto his face and he hunched his shoulders as if that would somehow hide the furry antlers.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!"

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...?"

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

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

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."

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.

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."

"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.

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