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first_darkness) wrote2012-09-17 02:16 pm
first_darkness) wrote2012-09-17 02:16 pm
9 Black Feathers [action]
[ With the New Feather cycle still going, one might mistake the woman sitting against the fountain this afternoon in the pouring rain for a newcomer. Certainly the white dress she's discarded next to her would indicate such. But Saten's not new, just fresh back from her Mallynapping.
Initially, she doesn't have the energy to make her way even to the clothes shop. So for a good hour or two, she sits naked in the rain next to the fountain. Finally she manages to get to her feet and goes to the clothes shop, where she picks up something appropriately not white. Then she heads to CH7, where she's not quite ready to make her way up seven flights of stairs on foot. Instead she spends the rest of the day sitting against the building, because hey, she's already soaked. Once the sun goes down, she uses the darkness to slip up to her room.
... At least it's not too cold out? ]
Initially, she doesn't have the energy to make her way even to the clothes shop. So for a good hour or two, she sits naked in the rain next to the fountain. Finally she manages to get to her feet and goes to the clothes shop, where she picks up something appropriately not white. Then she heads to CH7, where she's not quite ready to make her way up seven flights of stairs on foot. Instead she spends the rest of the day sitting against the building, because hey, she's already soaked. Once the sun goes down, she uses the darkness to slip up to her room.
... At least it's not too cold out? ]
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[ She almost sounds offended by the very suggestion. ]
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[Saori takes a seat on the edge of the fountain, and shifts her hold, letting the rain resume over the other.]
May I ask your name, stranger?
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She keeps an eye on the woman the whole time, still far from letting her suspicions go. At the question, she sits up a little bit straighter. ]
I'm Saten. What are you?
[ Not "who". "Who" is less relevant to her right now. ]
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I am many things, Saten. A traveler, a musician, an artist. Though I suppose you want to know the whole of me?
[Her eyes gloss over the other woman, taking her measure. Not normal at all.]
I am a kami of storms. In the tongues of the West I am a god, and my name is Saori.
What are you?
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Storms, though. That seems like a strange thing for there to be a specific creator for. It's oddly constrained. ]
Darkness. But people call me many more things than that.
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I surmise you are not on good terms with the gods of light, then? Or are you one of those unfortunates from a world with only one? In my world, every aspect of reality has a god. Its...different...I think than what you may be used to.
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[ She practically spits the words. No, she doesn't like dwelling on her relationship with Yuhel. ]
I refuse to indulge him taking for himself what was rightfully both of ours.
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[She gives Saten an odd look.]
I'm sorry if I've offended you, Miss. And that you've suffered a loss.
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[ She's not in an agreeable mood today... ]
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[Saori shifts on her perch, giving the other an odd look]
I am just here, talking to a gruff stranger in the rain, because its a nice day. Not because I pity you.
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[She shakes her head]
Are you hungry?
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No. I don't need to eat.
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[Up she gets, the rain intensifying]
I wish you well.