Have you ever tried the human concoction known as ice cream?
[Spoken behind Muzet in some random hall, Tamamo's voice a light, amused tease. It seems whatever she thought of the trial is not showing on her expression for now.]
It's one of the few things I will give them as a species credit for.
Ooh. That does sound quite refreshing. Well then, I might be convinced to give this dessert a second chance.
[ hmm, green tea ice cream... ]
Though... while we're discussing this, have you any other recommendations? I'd be willing to accept your counsel on this matter, since you seem to be better acquainted with it than I.
Both? Both sounds good to me. I got scolded the last time I went overboard trying things at a restaurant, and that was with a king footing the bill.
[ oops? how's she supposed to know what's good or not if she doesn't put them in her mouth at some point, though. ]
So really, the things here being completely independent of the human concept of currency might actually be one of the few redeeming virtues this place has! ♥
It has yet to run its course. [ confirms Muzet, more than a little unhappily. ] At least it's stopped getting worse, I think. Unless, of course, I happen to go to sleep tonight and not manage to wake up tomorrow- but now that would be exceedingly stupid indeed.
Someone else can have the honor next time, I think, if this is the sort of thing that would put me under suspicion.
Ah yes, you were the other to receive a random vote.
[Tamamo's tails flicker behind her before she ends up approaching, taking a seat in one of the other chairs. She rests her chin on the arm that isn't bandaged]
Let the humans like Dick-san handle things, in that case. He seems eager enough to solve the mysteries.
[ She giggles a little, gently, so as to mind her own current lack of breath, and waves a bangled arm across her assorted spoils as if to say 'help yourself, if you want.' ]
You say this, and yet yourself sport the evidence still of your own foray into the mysteries of this place. Can you say you are really so unaffected as both you and I claim to be?
And can we really think that it is fair to put all these things on so few people, given how they must be feeling now?
We should be removed ... yet they pray to us all the same. We are nurtured by them as much as they are us.
[ She arches and stretches in her seat, catlike. It's almost like she's not still suffering from the poison, but there's a faint, tight look around the edges of her smile that gives her away.
Still, she can pretend to be flighty and unaffected, at least. ]
What does it matter that you aren't moved by others' sorrow? There are so many humans in this world. If you listened to them all then you'd never be able to do anything at all.
I never tried to listen. At least where I'm from, the gods do not have the unlimited power that humans assume we do. We're higher beings, for certain, but our ability to influence their fates is limited. Human beings would be better off trying to become gods themselves.
[Her voice turns... musing, a little wistful. Like she is recounting a history long gone.]
And yet they can't because of their many flaws... well, to be fair to them, gods aren't untouchable. We just have the deck stacked in our favor early on.
[Who even knows what she's rambling about. Tamamo also reclines and stares at the ceiling, thinking]
... But their lives are beautiful, in their own right. They burn like newborn stars.
I'm not sure if any of us can claim such a boundless power. Perhaps Origin, where I'm from, but even then...
[ Even the Great Spirit of the Void, it seems, must have their limits. ]
They all have their own hearts and wills, just as we do. Or so I've heard it said, from a number of people. Even if Origin was possessed of that power, I do not think that he would be willing to use it to act so freely.
[ ... ]
Did you know? My sister was a false goddess before she died. And I merely the shadow that acted in the blinding light she cast as a distraction. She loved them, humans. She still does, now that she's ascended to her place as a true Great Spirit.
She must have seen something in them, in her time living among them.
Not in a sense. I am, however, one of the only spirits who can freely cross the divide between the human and the spirit realms. Not even my sister can lay claim to such a feat now.
[ there have been a few people who wondered at what kind of spirit she is. she's played coy every time. ]
For a long time, though, my duties required me to remain in the human realm. Undetected, and unobserved. It would have compromised my mission had I made myself known to others, so while I cannot say that I am entirely unused to them, I understand them much less than my sister does.
[ Serenely, solemnly: ] My duties are to assist the Lord of Spirits in creating a peaceful world for human and spirit alike. It is my purpose. It is my calling. At current, there are matters that require my presence among humans... but once it is concluded, I do not expect I'll have any particular reason to see them again for quite a while.
There is no path for me to choose. A spirit's reason for being, the purpose of their existence, is their most important possession. I can only be what I am- no more, and no less.
[ ... then she breaks the heaviness with a short, brief giggle. ]
Of course-- what those duties may entail is up to interpretation. After all, it is my sister who is Lord of Spirits now.
I do find this interesting... where I am from, the line between the human world and that of spirits is flexible, depending on the culture... I myself was a goddess, but I often watched lesser spirits that weren't human meddle in that world.
[Pressing a hand to her cheek as she glances Muzet's way]
At least you have the benefit of interpretation, then. You seem fond of your sister.
[Or at least ready to reap the benefits of having a sibling in such a position of power]
She's the reason I'm not alone anymore. I owe her ... more than I could say.
[ it's surprisingly honest, actually. ]
Peculiar indeed, these similarities and differences we keep seeing. In my world lesser spirits wouldn't have had the power to make themselves manifest, and therefore known to humans. It's a feat in itself to be able to craft a body for oneself in the material world.
So those that might have been more inclined to do it lack the power, and those who possess the power hardly would care that much about the human realm.
[Glancing again at Muzet when her sister is mentioned... and maybe Tamamo smiles, if only briefly.
But she is not one to dwell on vulnerable moments unless she is mad or scheming, so she moves onto the other topic of conversation]
That is similar to Heroic Spirits, then. The very world rejects their presence, as they are people who have long since died despite leaving their mark on history. In order to manifest, a Master is required.
[She's been through this song and dance before -- sharing memories that are best kept secret. Monday was an absolute shitshow in every way, and not for the first time does Tamamo think to stay in her bedroom.
But it will do her no good to hide when there are things to do, information to find... She does her absolute best to avoid people at every turn, but it's when she reaches the second floor lounge--]
Ah... my mirror...
[She is quiet, glancing backwards in the direction of her room before very slowly stepping towards the ornate mirror that hangs on one of the walls. Even with her entire soul warning her of the danger, Tamamo still lifts her hand as if to touch it.]
[ Tamamo was doing so well, too-- the lounge stays clear for a good while as she slowly inches her way closer-- but of course it's at the last possible second that Muzet ends up wandering inattentively into the lounge, stifling a yawn as she stretches. She catches sight of the goddess through bleary eyes as they crack back open, and fixes her expression in a wan smile as she changes direction to properly greet Tamamo, and-- ]
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W0, POST-TRIAL
Date: 2019-10-13 02:57 am (UTC)[Spoken behind Muzet in some random hall, Tamamo's voice a light, amused tease. It seems whatever she thought of the trial is not showing on her expression for now.]
It's one of the few things I will give them as a species credit for.
oh they are definitely mean girls, hay gurl hay
Date: 2019-10-13 03:34 am (UTC)[ she enjoys sweet things like fruit, but... ]
Perhaps it was simply bad ice cream, though? What I had was terribly, terribly sweet- it drowned out any traces of actual flavor to be found.
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Date: 2019-10-13 06:31 am (UTC)[Nodding to herself. Listen, Tamamo loves her some delectable goods, and this fits the bill in her opinion]
Perhaps a taste of the green tea ice cream? Its palate is far more subtle than some of the others.
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Date: 2019-10-14 08:14 pm (UTC)[ hmm, green tea ice cream... ]
Though... while we're discussing this, have you any other recommendations? I'd be willing to accept your counsel on this matter, since you seem to be better acquainted with it than I.
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Date: 2019-10-17 01:42 am (UTC)[Someone has been putting her sweet tooth to good use since being here]
Hmmm... for a more delicate, refined palate, I've found the lemon sorbet to be delectable. It's not ice cream, but still very refreshing.
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Date: 2019-10-20 09:57 pm (UTC)[ oops? how's she supposed to know what's good or not if she doesn't put them in her mouth at some point, though. ]
So really, the things here being completely independent of the human concept of currency might actually be one of the few redeeming virtues this place has! ♥
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Date: 2019-10-21 06:01 am (UTC)[There is some serious kinning going on between them right now]
Well, no matter. There's plenty of things to try here. Allow me to show you, I have the time.
[Absolutely gonna start leading them to the cafeteria.]
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Date: 2019-10-23 12:04 am (UTC)[ A put out, exasperated sort of sigh. They're kinning. They're kinning so much that it's concerning. ]
But really, with things such as these, the best way to learn is through experience, don't you think? To that end, shall we be off?
[ The cafeteria truly is one of the best parts of being here tbqh, lead the way Tamamo!! ]
W2, POST-TRIAL
Date: 2019-10-27 05:28 am (UTC)She has Tamamo's honest condolences]
Ah, Muzet-san -- I take it the poison has yet to run its course?
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Date: 2019-10-27 08:07 am (UTC)Someone else can have the honor next time, I think, if this is the sort of thing that would put me under suspicion.
[ Like really, random vote. ]
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Date: 2019-10-28 01:49 am (UTC)[Tamamo's tails flicker behind her before she ends up approaching, taking a seat in one of the other chairs. She rests her chin on the arm that isn't bandaged]
Let the humans like Dick-san handle things, in that case. He seems eager enough to solve the mysteries.
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Date: 2019-10-28 02:33 am (UTC)You say this, and yet yourself sport the evidence still of your own foray into the mysteries of this place. Can you say you are really so unaffected as both you and I claim to be?
And can we really think that it is fair to put all these things on so few people, given how they must be feeling now?
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Date: 2019-10-29 02:58 am (UTC)Tamamo's smile almost grows sharp]
Hmmmm, I'll admit to my own shortcomings. A goddess should be far removed from the ongoings of humans, but foxes are very fickle creatures.
[Reaching over and plucking a bag of chips; she's not as fond of them as she is ice cream, but they will suffice for now]
Though I can't claim to be moved by the sorrow of others outside of my Master.
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Date: 2019-10-29 10:04 pm (UTC)[ She arches and stretches in her seat, catlike. It's almost like she's not still suffering from the poison, but there's a faint, tight look around the edges of her smile that gives her away.
Still, she can pretend to be flighty and unaffected, at least. ]
What does it matter that you aren't moved by others' sorrow? There are so many humans in this world. If you listened to them all then you'd never be able to do anything at all.
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Date: 2019-10-30 01:50 am (UTC)[Her voice turns... musing, a little wistful. Like she is recounting a history long gone.]
And yet they can't because of their many flaws... well, to be fair to them, gods aren't untouchable. We just have the deck stacked in our favor early on.
[Who even knows what she's rambling about. Tamamo also reclines and stares at the ceiling, thinking]
... But their lives are beautiful, in their own right. They burn like newborn stars.
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Date: 2019-10-30 05:27 am (UTC)[ Even the Great Spirit of the Void, it seems, must have their limits. ]
They all have their own hearts and wills, just as we do. Or so I've heard it said, from a number of people. Even if Origin was possessed of that power, I do not think that he would be willing to use it to act so freely.
[ ... ]
Did you know? My sister was a false goddess before she died. And I merely the shadow that acted in the blinding light she cast as a distraction. She loved them, humans. She still does, now that she's ascended to her place as a true Great Spirit.
She must have seen something in them, in her time living among them.
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Date: 2019-10-31 01:46 am (UTC)[She hears Muzet's reply in its entirety, but that is what sticks to her the most -- that, and Muzet's own existence.]
It must give her perspective that others lack, if that is the case -- to see both their beauty and ugliness up-close.
[...]
Do you live among them as well?
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Date: 2019-10-31 02:51 am (UTC)[ there have been a few people who wondered at what kind of spirit she is. she's played coy every time. ]
For a long time, though, my duties required me to remain in the human realm. Undetected, and unobserved. It would have compromised my mission had I made myself known to others, so while I cannot say that I am entirely unused to them, I understand them much less than my sister does.
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Date: 2019-10-31 03:40 am (UTC)[She asks for the musing of it. There is a certain pleasure in being able to talk with another higher being. Someone who is not human.]
Must you still remain among humans? Or are you allowed to pick you own path?
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Date: 2019-10-31 03:57 am (UTC)There is no path for me to choose. A spirit's reason for being, the purpose of their existence, is their most important possession. I can only be what I am- no more, and no less.
[ ... then she breaks the heaviness with a short, brief giggle. ]
Of course-- what those duties may entail is up to interpretation. After all, it is my sister who is Lord of Spirits now.
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Date: 2019-11-01 02:51 am (UTC)[Pressing a hand to her cheek as she glances Muzet's way]
At least you have the benefit of interpretation, then. You seem fond of your sister.
[Or at least ready to reap the benefits of having a sibling in such a position of power]
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Date: 2019-11-07 06:42 am (UTC)[ it's surprisingly honest, actually. ]
Peculiar indeed, these similarities and differences we keep seeing. In my world lesser spirits wouldn't have had the power to make themselves manifest, and therefore known to humans. It's a feat in itself to be able to craft a body for oneself in the material world.
So those that might have been more inclined to do it lack the power, and those who possess the power hardly would care that much about the human realm.
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Date: 2019-11-11 12:55 am (UTC)But she is not one to dwell on vulnerable moments unless she is mad or scheming, so she moves onto the other topic of conversation]
That is similar to Heroic Spirits, then. The very world rejects their presence, as they are people who have long since died despite leaving their mark on history. In order to manifest, a Master is required.
[And other things but fate/ is so convoluted]
W3, Wednesday, PUMMELS YOU WITH TAGS
Date: 2019-10-31 01:46 am (UTC)But it will do her no good to hide when there are things to do, information to find... She does her absolute best to avoid people at every turn, but it's when she reaches the second floor lounge--]
Ah... my mirror...
[She is quiet, glancing backwards in the direction of her room before very slowly stepping towards the ornate mirror that hangs on one of the walls. Even with her entire soul warning her of the danger, Tamamo still lifts her hand as if to touch it.]
OPENS ARMS WIDE TO EMBRACE THE TAGS EVEN IF I'M LATE
Date: 2019-11-07 06:46 am (UTC)Oh, Tamamo, what a pleasant surp-- rise?
[ Hm. Oh dear. One of these again, is it. ]
W3, Wednesday (after the party)
Date: 2019-10-31 01:48 am (UTC)At the very least, she has composed her expression into a distant sort of somberness, and allows her tails to curl around her more tightly.
If she hears someone approach, she does not glance at them -- not yet]