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[thousandcurses]

Characters: Izanami and YOU!
Setting: The graveyard
Format: Starting in commentspam, but I will shift!
Summary: Izanami is a goddess of death. It's only natural she care for the graves that have appeared.
Warnings: Izanami is her own warning.

[A graveyard. Perhaps it's only natural she care for it. She can't serve as the goddess of Yomi here, but she can make sure the graves remain tended. So she's slowly making her rounds today, humming an old song as she dusts off graves and disposes of any dead and withered flowers brought up from the meadow floor. She's easily approachable, and may even seem like a ghost with her pale coloring! Do you dare approach?]

Comments

[thousandcurses]

Unfortunately, good and bad both disappear from here too often.

[Aaaaand she'll be looking off in the direction of Adachi's grave.]

[risingshepard]

[...Just nodding in acknowledgement of that; and considering how disappearing means a final death, should these gravestones be any real indicator, then that leaves them with no chance to reform--if they even wanted to.]

This tower doesn't discriminate at all, does it?

[...And taking the way the Admins work into consideration, it also opens the very real chance that Saren could show up again. She is not dealing with his bullshit twice.]

[thousandcurses]

It doesn't. Gods, mortals, sinners, saints... All are treated equally here.

[That earns a wry chuckle as she finishes dusting off the grave, turning to Shepard.]

An ironic way to achieve true equality.

[risingshepard]

['Out from one crapsack into another that's potentially even worse, because even gods and goddesses can't get away...

And here I thought my home galaxy was bad.' She couldn't help the bitter thought crossing her mind, even as she peeked back at the woman in white.]

Gee, I wonder what I could be missing out on... [...Nor could she help the sarcasm drifting through her voice just then.]

[thousandcurses]

I'm guessing you're new here, then. I am Izanami-no-mikoto. Or just Izanami.

[She'll now slightly to be polite. Only she could have cheerful conversation in a graveyard.]

[risingshepard]

That I am. I got here only a month ago.

Alia Shepard. A pleasure, Izanami...even if it could've been under better circumstances.

[She'll offer a handshake. It was something she made a habit out of when introducing herself.]

[thousandcurses]

A pleasure to meet you, Shepard-san. ...Well, as much of a pleasure as it can be, given where we are.

[She's not talking about the graveyard. Also, Izanami will shake her head.]

You'll have to forgive me. Shaking hands is something I reserve for, ah... Special awakenings.

[risingshepard]

[It's not hard to guess that she isn't.

She lowers her hand, raising a brow at the goddess. Something about that last sentence doesn't sit right with her.]

What's a handshake got to do with that?