An Aside: Mobile Gaming

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

They had hit a lull and Mob was fussing.

Of course it didn’t look like fussing to anyone else, but Reigen was fine-tuned to Mob’s nearly-invisible displays of emotion. A tiny line on his forehead or by his mouth conveyed deep befuddlement, and all of it was aimed at his phone which he hadn’t put down for the last fifteen minutes.

Reigen would have ordinarily been inclined to have him do something more useful with himself, but this was unusual enough that he gave it a few more minutes of observation, glancing up from behind his screen, before saying something.

“Is your phone on the fritz or something?” ’Please say no.’

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[mp_strikinglyblessed]

"Tsukumogami are restless spirits. It's our job to soothe them and ensure our clients' satisfaction." Reigen maintained an instructorly-tone even as he was having to yank his foot out of the mud yet again. He hastened his footsteps to get back onto the drier looking patches of path ahead, suddenly feeling fresh raindrops on his nose. 'Just fantastic.' The drops got quicker and heavier with each moment.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Hmm," Mob hummed in response as he tried his best to navigate through the mud. "This place is really far out there. Don't you think it'd be pretty lonely to live out here without anyone else?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

"Believe it or not, some people work hard to do just that...but in this case, this house hasn't been lived in for decades. The family lives in the city now and is wanting to sell. It was more common to live rurally a long time ago, but it's not unheard of today." 'But even by Meiji standards this is out there...' "It wasn't exactly like this, but I grew up in a pretty naturous area. You had a few family homes way off the beaten path."

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Really?" Master Reigen rarely talked about where he lived. Mob always imagined that his master living in a big city somewhere. "Was it something like a forest or a farm?"

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

Ah. He had been speaking idly and now he triggered a question bombardment. Still, if it helped Shigeo keep his chin up as the weather got worse...

"Both. It has a lot of hills since it's close to the mountains." Reigen suddenly stopped and jerked back, his foot almost descending into nothing but air. There was a drop-off in the path about two feet down. At least the path had firmed up some and he wouldn't go sinking to his ankles if he hopped down. He grimaced and did just that, turning back to Shigeo and gesturing for him to come close so he could help him down. The kid was clumsy enough just walking on flat land.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

Mob took Reigen's offered hand before he stepped off the drop-off, but he still managed to stumble a bit. Still, he managed to maintain his footing. It would have been bad if he didn't. As upset as his mom was going to be about his shoes, she'd be even more upset about his uniform.

"I don't remember you ever going back there," Mob observed as they continued down their path.

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

"I visit during the holidays. Maybe it's hard to imagine at your age, but it's not uncommon to only see your family a few times a year." Reigen kept his grip on the boy's hand as they walked, now having to squint through the rain for signs of the building. There was a mist setting in now. The clients said that it wasn't more than a mile trek, but it felt way longer.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"I don't know, that sounds a little sad to me." But maybe Reigen was right. Maybe what Mob had with his family was pretty abnormal.

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

'Ouch.'

"Oh, come on. Do I seem sad to you?"

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Yeah, sometimes," Mob answered honestly.

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

“The times when the client’s check bounces doesn’t count.” Regardless if that’s what the kid meant or not, Reigen released his hand to take what meager shelter he could under a tree with a low canopy. He turned away with his back to his protege to give his phone as much cover as he could, covertly pulling up the map on the tiny screen.

“Stay there, Shigeo-kun. I’m, uh, communing with the spirits.”

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Okay," Mob said obligingly in his usual neutral tone as he gazed listlessly at his master's back.

[mp_npc]

The wind began to pick up, blowing the rain sideways. Reigen’s coat flapped loudly and he swore under his breath, finger slipping on the keypad.

“…’ver here…” A small, croaking voice whispered from somewhere nearby, just barely audible above the din of the brewing storm.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

Mob brushed his wet bangs out of his eyes and turned in the direction of the voice.

"Hello?" he called out quietly as he stepped towards it.

[mp_npc]

A sudden billowing gust of wind ripped through their patch of forest. Mob’s hood went flying off his head and suddenly wrenched itself back like it had a mind of its own, swiftly dragging the small boy down an incline. Even as he barreled away from his mentor his feet didn’t touch the ground and his body somehow avoided the trees even as densely packed as they were. His good luck didn’t last long, though, as he was suddenly released from the strange force to be sent rolling.

It was dark where he was, but the wind and the rain was distant. It was a shelter, dusty and smelling of cedar.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

Mob stood up and dusted himself off, unphased by the sudden supernatural event that spirited him away here.

"You're here, right? Why don't you show yourself so we can talk face-to-face?"

[mp_npc]

"Over...here..." A weak voice called from somewhere behind Mob. The voice repeated itself until it got closer, rolling up to his muddied feet. It was a plain umbrella upon first blush, nothing but bamboo and washi paper--until it struggled with one final turn to reveal a singular giant eye to stare up at the boy.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Oh, hello," Mob said in the same tone he'd use for a classmate. "You're a Tsukumogami, aren't you?" No psychic powers necessary for this one, even though normal people probably wouldn't be able to see it the way that Mob did.

[mp_npc]

The umbrella's grand eye blinked and squinted. The paper forming its canopy trembled. "Yes...can you...open me? I used a lot of energy...bringing you here..."

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Sure." Mob picked up the umbrella and opened it without so much as a second thought.

[mp_npc]

"HA! You opened me!" The umbrella's voice suddenly boomed, glowing bright in Mob's hand as the canopy moved to envelope him. "Your energy will be MINE--"

Fsh.

The umbrella screamed again, but this time out of fright--one of it's tips had caught fire and it flew out of Mob's hands to and it rolled around on the floor in panic.

"Sorry about that, boy." A gentler but tired voice spoke from above. A dim glow was cast over the room, revealing them to be in an old foyer. The voice came from a lantern hanging from the wall. The creases of its paper face and the glow emnating from within created weary shadows across its visage. Smoke enmated from the split in it's seam that formed a wide mouth. "Kasa's too hungry for his own good lately. Please don't hold it against him."

"It's...Karakasa-sama..." The umbrella panted, lying defeated on it's side as it's singed body smoldered pathetically.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Hm," Mob acknowledged passively, regarding the lantern with his usual neutral expression. "If he's that hungry, I don't mind giving him a bit of my energy. I don't need all of it."

[mp_npc]

“Oh, no!” A softer voice called from the doorway to the kitchen, both words punctuated by a clank and a chime. A bronze teapot on two legs bowed deeply to the boy. “You’re an honored guest! It would be shameful to ask anything of you.”

“How…the heck…is he honored…” Kasa wheezed, even more drained by the fruitless display.

“He’s our first guest in an age.”

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"I feel like I'm more of an intruder than a guest," Mob admitted.

[mp_npc]

“Kidnapped, really,” the lantern chimed in tiredly.

“Chōchin, you haven’t forgotten your hospitality entirely, have you?” The teapot chided him as if she didn’t hear his remark for what it was at all, instead prompting Mob to come to the tea room. “Please come, you look terribly cold and wet. I’ll brew you something warm.”