Post by Shinpei Minamoto on May 23, 2015 1:02:03 GMT -5
Now, it may come as a surprise to you, but even in the life (unlife) of a Shinigami (exiled), sometimes money became a serious issue. Shinpei wouldn't have recommended just dropping in on Karakura town if you were intending on picking a place to stay: the rent was high, the jobs were few, and of course there was the recurrent danger of a meteor and/or some spiritual battle smashing right into the center of the city. There were upsides, of course: there was a great deal of spiritual energy and hence, spiritualists; the place was pretty enough and the people tended to be somewhat friendly.
For Shinpei the main factor was nostalgia.
But a man had to eat, had to drink, had to live somewhere and thus had to work. Shinpei was an anachronism so all jobs involving technology were right out. Luckily the amount of spiritually aware people in the town had led to a subculture interested in the traditional Japanese ways and that at least Shinpei could handle.
This is all a rather long explanation for why the pseudo-noble was sitting on a tatami floor overlooking a nice little Japanese garden: Karakura Park had some ancient-looking buildings designed for special ceremonies.
Like, say, tea ceremonies. Like this one.
It had been advertised as a flower viewing and tea ceremony instruction, and that was what it was. He was responsible for the latter part, so as one o'clock neared and people started to file into the small building he inclined his head and waited, people watching all the while.
There were couples, of course, but most of them were seniors. Shinpei supposed that, despite the renewed interest in all things ancient the main proponents would always be the ones who'd experienced the old ways firsthand. Most of them scoffed as they saw the deceptively young-looking man presiding over the affair, but Shinpei only bowed and smiled wolfishly. The tulips in red and yellow on the mantles were a homage to his sister, as this entire ceremony was: she'd taught him all this and he'd never found a better instructor. If he had to blow them away to earn their respect, he'd do so.
He sat there, clad in silky and flowery robes that for once seemed appropriate for his situation. He waited for the last stragglers to file in and prepared to address the group.
For Shinpei the main factor was nostalgia.
But a man had to eat, had to drink, had to live somewhere and thus had to work. Shinpei was an anachronism so all jobs involving technology were right out. Luckily the amount of spiritually aware people in the town had led to a subculture interested in the traditional Japanese ways and that at least Shinpei could handle.
This is all a rather long explanation for why the pseudo-noble was sitting on a tatami floor overlooking a nice little Japanese garden: Karakura Park had some ancient-looking buildings designed for special ceremonies.
Like, say, tea ceremonies. Like this one.
It had been advertised as a flower viewing and tea ceremony instruction, and that was what it was. He was responsible for the latter part, so as one o'clock neared and people started to file into the small building he inclined his head and waited, people watching all the while.
There were couples, of course, but most of them were seniors. Shinpei supposed that, despite the renewed interest in all things ancient the main proponents would always be the ones who'd experienced the old ways firsthand. Most of them scoffed as they saw the deceptively young-looking man presiding over the affair, but Shinpei only bowed and smiled wolfishly. The tulips in red and yellow on the mantles were a homage to his sister, as this entire ceremony was: she'd taught him all this and he'd never found a better instructor. If he had to blow them away to earn their respect, he'd do so.
He sat there, clad in silky and flowery robes that for once seemed appropriate for his situation. He waited for the last stragglers to file in and prepared to address the group.
