9 Black Feathers [action]

[first_darkness]

[ 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? ]

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[Action]

[windandrain]

[She isn't the only one out and about in the driving rain. Saori is out wandering and enjoying the weather that, for once, she didn't conjure. When the storm god notices a woman sitting by the fountain she approaches, unbothered by the others nudity. When she approaches, the rain simply stops landing on either of them, sliding around them in a strange way.]

Nice weather we're having. Are you alright?

[Action/Pardon the odd tagging style]

[quicktoanger]

Hell's bells, that looked like a newcomer. The hell was she doing just sitting out in the rain?

"Hey, ma'am? You alright?"

[action]

[folklorist]

[ And here Helios will be walking back from the library, through the rain, when he sees Saten standing outside the Community Building. There's no rain hitting his person as he walks closer, so his concerned expression is clearly visible.

The darkness on his soul might also be visible to Saten as well. Along with a blessing from another goddess of this place, Saori. It almost makes him look like he's glowing. ] Ah e-excuse me, miss? A-Are you alright?

[normalesbian]

[There is a beautiful naked woman sitting in the rain.]

[...]

[Well, she doesn't look like a Chobit, so this is probably the real life. Or, you know, as real as things get in Luceti. But that just means she can't let this opportunity pass her by! ...though an opportunity for what, she's not sure. Walking over now, umbrella in hand.]

Uhm. Excuse me. But. Uh. [...] Do you want to borrow my coat or something?