Cu Chulainn wasn't a patrolman, nor did he ever aspire to be one. He was the guardian of his country in the sense that he would respond immediately to dire threats but he had never been the man to watch every village one by one and butt his head into every squabble he saw. Despite that, he had a keen eye for trouble and countless thoughts about what justice was supposed to be--so, he tended to intervene in problems when they presented themselves if only because of the fickle nature of what justice looked like to him.
Two farmers were arguing over a fairy mound, claiming ownership over a magic bow that sprung out of it. It had been hovering in the air, moving around on occasion from their perspective. Cu Chulainn, puzzled, wondered if the two men were fools--as there was clearly a man in white attire holding the damned thing. He stepped down from his horse to approach the two in the middle of their quarrel, watching the bowman, who was ignoring them as he read from a thin piece of paper held up in front of him. The two men didn't notice the bowman at all.
The bowman met eyes with Cu Chulainn, perplexed.
"You can see me?"
"Yeah. You can call me Cu Chulainn and... I'm curious. Never seen an archer carry that kind of bow, before."
Their exchange of words was brief, if not polite on Cu Chulainn's end. The farmers backed off immediately when they saw Cu Chulainn speaking to what they presumed was a demented ghost clutching the bow and ran when the bow lifted and fired, trying to take off Cu Chulainn's head from the neck. The young man let out a terse sigh, unstrapping his spear from his back after avoiding the volley before making a bit more effort to close the gap and stride towards him. The dark-haired archer was stunned that his shot hadn't landed and even more so when the following dozen bolts were parried and redirected just as easily. He jumped up and kicked the bowman square in the chest, dropping him to the ground before there had been a few popping sounds.
Strange. It didn't sound like the sound of bones breaking--he didn't think he kicked hard enough to do that. The bowman stumbled back, coughing and wheezing, his eyes bulging open as he buried his hand in his clothing to pull out a vial. The thing had broken in the center and little white tablets fell to the ground, dissolving. The shocked expression he wore spoke more about what happened than whatever he could pull out with his strange accent.
"I--I can't stay here!"
He threw a capsule to the ground, blinding light shining and catching Cu Chulainn off guard. He stepped back, vanishing into a tear in thin air, just as a few more of the tablets landed on the ground where he had been standing. Cu Chulainn rubbed under his eyes before stepping over to the remaining tablets, picking them up with a scowl.
"What a pain--fairy mounds are just troubling these days. Nothing good comes out of the damned things anymore--"
As if proving him right, a dozen or so howling voices rose up in the woods, the town, and the mountains all at once. Screaming farmers and milling people came shortly after, clearly bothered by the owners of those inhuman howls. His irritated scowl deepened and he ran off, away from the mound and towards the sound of trouble, "Speak of the devil... and he'll come crawling right away, huh?"
Two farmers were arguing over a fairy mound, claiming ownership over a magic bow that sprung out of it. It had been hovering in the air, moving around on occasion from their perspective. Cu Chulainn, puzzled, wondered if the two men were fools--as there was clearly a man in white attire holding the damned thing. He stepped down from his horse to approach the two in the middle of their quarrel, watching the bowman, who was ignoring them as he read from a thin piece of paper held up in front of him. The two men didn't notice the bowman at all.
The bowman met eyes with Cu Chulainn, perplexed.
"You can see me?"
"Yeah. You can call me Cu Chulainn and... I'm curious. Never seen an archer carry that kind of bow, before."
Their exchange of words was brief, if not polite on Cu Chulainn's end. The farmers backed off immediately when they saw Cu Chulainn speaking to what they presumed was a demented ghost clutching the bow and ran when the bow lifted and fired, trying to take off Cu Chulainn's head from the neck. The young man let out a terse sigh, unstrapping his spear from his back after avoiding the volley before making a bit more effort to close the gap and stride towards him. The dark-haired archer was stunned that his shot hadn't landed and even more so when the following dozen bolts were parried and redirected just as easily. He jumped up and kicked the bowman square in the chest, dropping him to the ground before there had been a few popping sounds.
Strange. It didn't sound like the sound of bones breaking--he didn't think he kicked hard enough to do that. The bowman stumbled back, coughing and wheezing, his eyes bulging open as he buried his hand in his clothing to pull out a vial. The thing had broken in the center and little white tablets fell to the ground, dissolving. The shocked expression he wore spoke more about what happened than whatever he could pull out with his strange accent.
"I--I can't stay here!"
He threw a capsule to the ground, blinding light shining and catching Cu Chulainn off guard. He stepped back, vanishing into a tear in thin air, just as a few more of the tablets landed on the ground where he had been standing. Cu Chulainn rubbed under his eyes before stepping over to the remaining tablets, picking them up with a scowl.
"What a pain--fairy mounds are just troubling these days. Nothing good comes out of the damned things anymore--"
As if proving him right, a dozen or so howling voices rose up in the woods, the town, and the mountains all at once. Screaming farmers and milling people came shortly after, clearly bothered by the owners of those inhuman howls. His irritated scowl deepened and he ran off, away from the mound and towards the sound of trouble, "Speak of the devil... and he'll come crawling right away, huh?"
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Date: 2018-08-06 12:51 am (UTC)"The elder said you were the best one to help me with the fairy mound," she says. "So will you? I need to get home." Seiretei will certainly want to know what's happened today. Hollows showing up halfway around the world are an issue. Not to mention the fact that these Sidhe apparently have a way to get into Soul Society that she bets no one knows about. That's a potential threat that needs to be monitored.
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Date: 2018-08-06 03:02 am (UTC)Though, his smile managed to diminish just a little bit when he decided to take the topic a bit more seriously. It wasn't hard to tell why Yoruichi wanted to leave. She was on duty and disappeared into a foreign land. Maybe she had family or not but even if not she likely still had work to do. Given how driven she clearly was, it was unlikely that she was pressing him for social reasons. She had to get home quickly.
Still, his change in expression went from disappointment to concern. Wait--she didn't have her return figured out?
"Actually, I thought you could handle it yourself at first. If you don't know about them, we should move quickly--but not too quickly," He turned, beginning to walk swiftly in the direction of the fairy mound Yoruichi had come from. It was just outside the village, close to the border of two farms. He hadn't really considered her problem immediately, figuring she had been exposed to them before. "Don't move too fast or you'll scare it off."
He was rummaging through his armor, finding a bag of reagents. Twigs, leaves, mushrooms, and bits of bone. It looked like garbage but he seemed to be sorting through it intently as he sped up his stride just a touch.
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Date: 2018-08-07 07:25 pm (UTC)For the first time, a chill goes over her. She'd been caught up in the adrenaline of the mission, but what if this fairy mound won't let her back home?
She bites her lip, frowning. "Are you sure you know how to work these things? The elder said they're unpredictable."
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Date: 2018-08-10 09:06 pm (UTC)So, the fact that Yoruichi's mood seemed to fall was something that took a bit for him to wrap his head around. Even so, it didn't take much for his confidence to show. Fairy mounds were unpredictable but he had a knack for dealing with the unnerving things that came out of them.
"It might take some time but I can definitely get you through," He wasn't confident it would be perfect, given he sure they would be dealing with fairies that loved to make insane deals and play cruel tricks Cu Chulainn made big promises with hesitation. One crestfallen look from the hero who had come to help his clan had been enough to spark it in him.
"My word is bond."
He bowed his head, his expression grave--as he threw the handful of grit he carried into the ground. Muttering a word, he drew up a waypoint in the shape of molded light. Little, yellow sparks of light rose up from the grass and bent the air, gradually forming an arch that led into darkness. The bent light reflected light back on Cu Chulain and Yoruichi, taking on the appearance of a mirror.
"You'll have to go first, though. Ready?"
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Date: 2018-08-13 11:33 pm (UTC)Whatever bits and pieces he'd been gathering apparently work, because a portal soon appears in front of them, as smooth as a still pond. Part of her balks at going first--she doesn't know him, and it's hard to put that sort of trust into a stranger. But she's already trusting him to get her home, so there's no sense turning back now.
Face firming, she takes a step forward, one hand out to test the fairy mound gate. But her fingertips are repelled, and she steps back in shock. She tries again, pressing her palm against the surface, but it's as unforgiving as stone.
"What's happening?" She turns to Setanta, her hand still touching the gate as her voice rises in distress. "Why won't it let me--ow!"
She snatches her hand back, smarting from the shock she'd been given. It seems she's not going to be allowed through after all.
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Date: 2018-08-14 12:02 am (UTC)His expression darkened, confused. The skin of his hands had blackened somewhat from a burn he couldn't identify but he reached out to touch the portal before it bled away into nothing, leaving a thick mist in its place.
The betrayed look in Yoruichi's eyes bothered him, his throat tightening. Cu Chulainn looked to his blackened hands, grimacing. Fairy mounds didn't so much close as they moved. His worst fear had simply been that they would have to look for a new one nearby and it would take time but this time it was a hostile rejection.
"This isn't something fairies do all that often," He responded, albeit more to himself. "That's a counter-spell."
Showing Yoruichi his hands, he flexed his fingers to test whether or not they still worked. Thankfully--there was nothing beyond superficial damage though if it was a concern of his, Cu Chulainn failed to show any of it. He was still somewhat stricken by Yoruichi's disposition and the definitive nature of his failure. It was making his blood boil just a touch.
"This territory no longer belongs to me, though. Someone got to it first and decided to lock me out completely. We've got to find another one."
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Date: 2018-08-14 01:37 am (UTC)Healing him is the least she can do. Besides, if she's concentrating on that, she won't be able to dwell on the fact that she has no idea when she'll get home again. "So how hard is it to find these mounds?" Her eyes flick up to his before returning to his hands. "I mean...do they hide them?"
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Date: 2018-08-14 02:38 am (UTC)She looked fairly invested in his help, after all.
"They move like the weather," He gestured with his chin to the ground. The gate itself, although it faded, still left a faint impression on the air. It was moving as if very slowly being dragged by the wind. "We didn't miss our chance but once this one moves it won't be back for days or even weeks. That's why people can stumble into them fairly easily. At the right time, on the right day, in the right place--you can fall right into them."
Cu Chulainn's eyes snapped open, his lips curling into a grin--
"But, that doesn't mean this one is your only chance. If anything, the fact that someone may be on the other side setting up a bounded field to stop us means there's a big magical spell in the fairy realm designed to stop my type of magic precisely."
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Date: 2018-08-15 04:00 pm (UTC)"And how do you know a different gate will still get me home?" She frowns in concentration as she takes his hands, careful not to be too rough. Her hands glow blue-white with healing kidou, soothing and repairing his burns. Dead skin flakes off as new skin grows in; it's uncomfortable, but not nearly as bad as having to suffer through healing at regular speed.
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Date: 2018-08-17 01:45 am (UTC)His eyes drifted down. A light gesture of his brow going up gradually was enough to tell that he was intrigued by Yoruichi's form of magic. It was telling his body to recover instead of undoing damage--which meant that it was something entirely unique to him. It didn't warrant commentary, though.
"My thanks," He flexed his fingers sooner than one might have expected. Yoruichi's kidou accelerated an already rapid process in him.
She was taking it well, though. Yoruichi, pragmatic for every correct reason, was still maintaining an air of calm that was probably ingrained in her. Even if he hadn't seen her before then, just seeing her in that moment would have told him plenty about her resilience. Despite the fact that it made him like her even more, his expression darkened.
"It's going to be hell. Not many Sidhe can block my spells like that. Territory advantage or not--I should have been able to walk right through with no issue. Even if we can use that spell as a waypoint... Well, the only way we can use it in the first place is if we walk through another mound to find it and just by doing that--we'd be found out and they'll likely want to cause even more trouble."
"So--a scuffle is going to be pretty inevitable."
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Date: 2018-08-25 09:48 pm (UTC)But Cu Chulainn's rapid healing is forgotten as he continues, his expression somewhat grim as he makes it clear that finding their way back to Seireitei is going to be no easy feat. Whoever had gone to the trouble of stopping them here will almost certainly be willing to do as much once they see the duo trying to circumvent the block.
"All right." She doesn't look happy, but she's accepted that this is how it is, and is already resolved to see it through. "So where do we start looking? And--"
Hunger curls in her stomach a split second before she hears it growl, audibly enough for Cu Chulainn to hear. Embarrassment flashes over her face for a second, and she slaps an arm over her belly as if it would make any bit of difference.
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Date: 2018-08-26 01:04 am (UTC)That aside, his train of thought derailed as a croaking noise interrupted him. Yoruichi's question didn't last long in mind as he discovered something new.
"Spirits can get hungry?"
And, apparently, they didn't like sharing it.
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Date: 2018-08-26 02:47 am (UTC)She frowns. Given her background, she's never had to worry about where her next meal would come from, and it's not a feeling she enjoys. She pauses, looking apprehensive before she speaks again.
"I didn't bring any money, but if you know where I can get some food, I can pay you back when I get home." Yoruichi can take care of herself, but here in this place, she's at a serious disadvantage. She doesn't know the customs or the magic they use, and most regular humans probably won't even be able to see her. It puts her off balance, and she can't help but try to keep the scales as level as she can.
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Date: 2018-08-31 03:27 am (UTC)There was a certain quality to learning something that turned out to be exceptionally trivial. For some reason, it was clear that Yoruichi didn't like admitting it--at least, that was what he thought original. Gawking at her, Cu Chulainn found himself barking out a laugh the moment she offered repayment.
"Hah!" Realizing what he did without thinking, Cu Chulainn raised his hands in apology. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting to hear anything like that at all. If anything--it's kind of a relief."
He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, still perplexed but he had an impression of how she must have felt. Offering to pay--it was probably an issue of pride. So, maybe she'd appreciate something else.
"That said, there's no need to worry about money. My uncle lives nearby and he's always fine with feeding guests--especially the sort who help out the local villages."
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Date: 2018-09-02 09:54 pm (UTC)"If you're sure he doesn't mind." She doesn't like being dependent on a stranger, but it's not as though she has much choice. Her only other option is going hungry and sleeping on the ground until she can make her way back to Soul Society.
She hesitates, then speaks anyway, giving in to her curiosity. "Why is it a relief that I eat?"
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Date: 2018-09-03 12:07 am (UTC)He didn't bother asking if Yoruichi could ride.
Finally, he answered her question, having used his chance to whistle for his horses as an excuse to look for a good response. In truth, he had no idea what gave him the impression that spirits didn't eat. It was probably an issue in story-telling that spirits never ate or slept because their impression was that, lacking bodies, they didn't have the same weaknesses as people.
"Well, I guess it's the stories I've heard as a boy. I always thought spirits were restless, always looking for the path to their next life and didn't have the same needs as they did when they were alive," One misconception leads to another and he offered Yoruichi a shrug, matching her curiosity with more of his own. He wasn't usually the type to ask so many questions but it seemed like a good chance to learn. Scathach resided in the realm of the dead but he never really hunted spirits down for conversations. "I mean, do you remember being alive? You must have heard stories about spirits then."
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Date: 2018-09-06 01:05 am (UTC)She's reaching out a tentative hand to touch one of their flanks when Cu Chulainn's question registers. "When I was--no, I'm not--" She pulls her hand back, shaking her head.
"I'm not dead," she says, her voice a little sharp. "I was born in the afterlife, just like the rest of my family.
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Date: 2018-09-09 02:05 am (UTC)"Come on, don't make me the mature one, here."
Yoruichi's response pried a similar reaction out of him.
"Wait, so--" He couldn't say he expected something like that. Cu Chulainn had seated himself through weird enough things that day but did sound a little surprised. "So, you're a spirit that was born a spirit? That puts a weird spin on the cycle of death."
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Date: 2018-09-13 10:01 pm (UTC)She reaches out a hand again, carefully patting the grey horse's neck. "But if you die there, you're reincarnated into the living world. The souls going back and forth keeps everything in balance."
The horse seems to like it, so she keeps it up, her movements more assured. "How do your spirits work, then?"
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Date: 2018-09-18 12:23 am (UTC)"Well--I guess I don't know my ass from my elbow! All I've ever heard were stories and, usually, they came from my drunk uncles."
He placed one hand against the back of Blackie's mane and threw his leg over--seating himself on the horse's back. He snapped his fingers and Grey leaned his head down, giving a grunt of irritation. It was clear he wanted to have the petting continue. Grey kept his head low so Yoruichi could get on his back.
"But, I'm sure you can tell me more about it over dinner. Ready?"
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Date: 2018-10-09 10:46 pm (UTC)The horse, who'd been happy enough to be pet, seems annoyed now that it's time to go. Yoruichi blinks, bemused when she realizes he's waiting for her to mount. Suddenly, the cute horse seems alien all over again.
"Oh, you want me to--" She shakes her head, giving the horse another pat before stepping back. "No, I can keep up on foot."
She's never been on a horse in her life, and she has no idea how to go about it. It's easier just to run herself--she can't imagine they can go any faster than she can. And hell if she's going to make a fool of herself by falling off--today's been bad enough without that added humiliation.
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Date: 2018-10-13 02:30 am (UTC)"Well, I--"
"Hm," Thinking on it, he realized that going home on horseback with a noble lady following him on foot would make him look like a horrible host. Even if she would easily catch up, it was likely his mother would crack him over the head with something over bad manners. You made her walk the whole way!?
So, he threw his leg back over Blackie's flank and dropped back to the dirt, grinning through his worry. Yoruichi didn't seem ill-mannered about it but he got the quick impression that it wasn't worth bugging her about.
"I guess we'll jog, then! It may even be better for me--I tend to doze off on Blackie's back, anyway."
With a quick whistle, he sent Grey and Blackie off, the two horses bolting with a rumble of the earth as they went off back toward the castle.
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Date: 2018-10-13 07:27 pm (UTC)"Why'd you send them home? I don't mind if you ride, I've just never been on one before." She idly fiddles with the sword at the small of her back, then forces herself to stop fidgeting.
Yoruichi has no idea how far his uncle's house is--maybe it's too far for a human to walk? It doesn't occur to her that having a guest show up on foot while he rides would be seen as a massive breach of hospitality.
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Date: 2018-10-13 07:50 pm (UTC)"Horses and cattle are a pretty big deal for humans," He replied honestly to Yoruichi, leaning down to loosen one of the buckles on his shin-guards. Whether or not it would be a short jog for them didn't matter--nobody wanted to pull a hamstring when they were eager to look dignified in front of a pretty girl.
"If I showed up on my mount with you walking behind me with Grey lacking a rider, it'd make you look like a servant of mine rather than a guest. If you rode against my back, you'd also look more like my future betrothed--at least to my mother."
The humor in him came back with that.
"And, while I'm not entirely throwing up a white flag on that--I'd rather not bug you with that woman's harping."
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Date: 2018-10-20 06:18 pm (UTC)She watches him adjust his shin-guards, then blinks as something occurs to her. "Will the people at your house be able to see me?" The warriors here had, but they'd seemed trained in techniques that allowed them to do so.
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