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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:48 pm
Welcome to the 大牌檔 Chinese New Year Event
Start Date: 9:00pm, Jan 26, 2012,
Once every 12 years, on the year of the dragon, the Dragon God descends onto earth to survey those under his sign and the current state of human affairs. On this very special night, it is said that if you can curry the dragon's favor...you can earn whatever it is that your heart desires.
However, with everything there comes a price.....is it worth the risk? This is a meta roleplay event.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:50 pm
PART I || DESCENSIONStart: Jan. 26, 2012 || End: Feb. 4, 2012 (approx)Note: This introduction is an animation - click "Refresh" on your browser to see it from the beginning....or wait for it to loop lol
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:52 pm
SETTING
This area is surrounded by beautiful gardens and public parks often overflowing with cherryblossom trees. It houses the Imperial Palace, which is often restricted to the public.
We are located at the edge of Chiyoda, at the beach along Tokyo Harbour.
The waves crest large and rolling over the Tokyo Bay, pulled by the force of the full moon overhead...and something beyond nature. One particular wave rises above all the others, water rushing higher and higher, till finally it splits down the center - parting to create a path no wider than an arm-span. There is the sudden sound of many birds chirping and from the water-darkened gloom...emerges a glowing figure. Clothed entirely in white and gold, limbs finely boned, with a presence larger than life, the Dragon God steps into Tokyo Harbour.
(For a full map of all of New Tokyo, see HERE)
TASKMake an offering to the Dragon God to entice him to stay! (whether appropriate / intentional or not! It's all up to you!)
Note: You can use this to introduce your character to the rp etc. etc. - you guys know the drill ;D No, you do not need to reply todayyy. Treat it as a giant rp = u =// (so you're not limited to 1 post) This first part will be ramping up slowly ♥
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:54 pm
PARTICIPANTS
Ewagan || Galen Wayland || [-]
M ii d night M e l o d y || Yuuto Malone || [-]
Mriae || Azami Smith-Itou || [-]
Herbaceous || Yuan || [-]
Kazu-Chan || Gregory Harris || [-]
iStoleYurVamps || Dorian Delacroix || [-]
Aesceus || Travis Harley || [-]
Purely Anonymoose || Jonathan Smith || [-]
c h e e r f u l CYNIC ||Hong Mei-Xing || [-]
Ruriska || Jeong Shin || [-]
Honeybii || Templeton Criss || [-]
Kuromeez || Luciano Locke || [-]
Pandalily || Lucy Dubois || [-]
Chrystali || Zave Hutchinson || [-]
Chenabby || Candace Provdan || [-]
Pistolsys || Itagaki Sachiko || [-]
Punani chans || Uchida Junko || [-]
Rapidashtrainer || Shui Yun || [-]
Plain Pandora || Anthia Hasegawa || [-]
REMEMBER
Please do NOT attach your signature when posting
All participants should follow the rules posted in the Sign-up Thread as well as the General RP Rules as applicable. You will only get one warning for misconduct.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 8:55 pm
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Part I is currently:
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 10:07 pm
A dragon’s favour?
It sounded a bit iffy to Jeong Shin. He had said as much to the old man slumped against the bar, but the fellow had insisted it was true. That every twelve years the dragon would come and if you played your cards right, you would have whatever your heart desired. Again Shin had scoffed and as he half carried the drunken man to his car, had let it slip from his mind.
Or he had tried to.
A few days later the idea had popped into his thoughts again… and again. After the possibility of a dragon god coming to earth continued to bother him, Jeong Shin decided to do a bit of research. He came up with an approximate time and date from some dodgy fortune teller on his street. Being thoroughly pessimistic, Shin was fairly certain that the only thing mystical that might happen that night would be him not being knocked off his scooter while driving through Shinjuku.
He had been so sure this was a fool’s errand.
And now he stood there with a slightly bemused look on his face as he regarded the tall, majestic form of what could only be a dragon god. Eventually he chuckled. Well damn. He had sure been proved wrong. Though there was a small part of him that seemed oddly satisfied, and it was that part of him that had brought him out this night against his much more jaded self’s better judgement.
Good thing he had actually had the foresight to bring something along. When you went to meet a god, you were supposed to bring an offering of sorts, right? Shin was holding a bottle of premium sake. Not as good as dai ginjo, but junmai was a close second. Shin had been expecting to down the bottle by himself, watching the harbour in the way depressed older men tended to do. Not that he was that old, but he sure felt it sometimes.
Jeong Shins stepped onto the beach and regarded the deity with an unreadable expression. Whatever your heart desired... He took a few steps closer, lifted an arm so the bottle he was holding was easily visible. “Sake?”
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 10:33 pm
[Tag to: DRAGON GOD AND JEONG SHIN ]
Shui Yun gave a sigh of relief. Finally; it was time to leave the busy Shinjuku night market and to head home for a quiet dinner with his family. The overly loud New Year songs played by some his fellow hawkers was starting make his ears ache and the repetitiveness of the festive music was getting annoying.
To make things worse, Mother had wanted him to dress up as the “God of Wealth” to attract more customers but Shui Yun could not see the relevance of dressing up as a deity with getting people to buy his herbal remedies for backaches and carbuncles. In fact, a nasty little kid had kicked him in the shin.
Shui Yun sighed. Compared to the busy night market of Shinjuku, Chiyoda was such a quiet place at this time of night. Which brought on another question…
How in the world was he supposed to buy oranges here?!
Shui Yun muttered a swear word. He had only received that message from mum after boarding the train from Shinjuku home. With the night getting older and the few stalls outside Shinjuku closing, Shin Yui decided to try his luck in Chiyoda. Granted it was more of a tourist kind of town but with the Tokyo Bay flanking its eastern side, there might just be someone trying to sell off a shipment of mandarin oranges there.
Or perhaps not…
…
Shin Yun squinted. The harbor might be devoid of fruit selling people but it was certainly not deserted. In fact…
“Hey,” said Shui Yun walking up to the two humans by the sea and stopping to stare at the tall form of …
“You are certainly taking the New Year celebrations in earnest,” said Sui Yun with a scratch of his head. Is this person for real? Perhaps the poor sod was trying to take a breather from his work and is hiding from his manager here. Yeah, that certainly seems like it. After all, he had the costume of the God of Wealth in his backpack for heaven’s sake....
“So…who are you hiding from?” asked Shui Yun to the both of them and turning to the Dragon God in particular. “I hope you are getting paid extra for that get up. All that fake hair must be itchy…,”
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 10:41 pm
Gregory didn't know why he had been dragged along. He would have preferred to stay in and read. He had an assignment due tomorrow that he had let slip his mind until last minute. The material was so boring that he hadn't wanted to take a look at it until he absolutely had to, but he was now regretting that decision.
But his band mates didn't listen to his arguments and dragged him forcibly out of the apartment and down to the beach in Chiyoda. It seemed far out of the way to Gregory, but the guys kept going on about legends and dragons. Gregory shook his head, believing they were just leading him on and using it as an excuse to have a little party. Shortly after they arrived at the beach, his band mates vanished. He didn't know where they all went, only having a brief glimpse of them walking off elsewhere with some girls. Gregory wasn't bothered by that. He would have made a fool of himself if he tried to speak with any of those girls.
Gregory hummed softly to himself as he wandered down the beach. He had the odd desire to kick of his shoes and bury his toes in the sand. As a child, he never took a trip to the beach. But there were still plenty of other people around, and he thought they might think him silly if he did something that childish. His hand slipped into his pocket and brushed against the cold metal casing of a lighter. He didn't smoke, but his old friend Charlie had given it to him before they parted ways for different colleges. Gregory brought it out, flicking it open and lighting it then flicking it closed again in a rhythmic pattern as he continued his humming.
The lighter slipped from his hand, and the quiet, mournful tune issuing from him cut short. His green eyes grew wide as he stared at the being that emerged from the waves. His jaw fell slack, his mouth hung halfway open. Were those legends his band mates rambled on about actually true? He vaguely recalled some mention of an offering. But what could he possibly offer a Dragon God? All he had was an old lighter and his voice.
Finally, he rubbed at his eyes, wondering of exhaustion was playing tricks with his mind.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 11:39 pm
It had certainly felt like a very long day for Yuuto or at least that it was it felt like to him. He had slept in the morning to get his energy back from work the other night at the host club he worked at. His boss Akira had made him worked hard to meet with his clients plenty of times if he were to have the day off and Yuuto really wanted that day off for it is New Years after all.
After he got out of his apartment, the young man traveled to Shinjuku to help with his father for some of the kimono orders. For the celebration, girls wanted to buy a brand new kimono for the brand new year and had made some special requests. One wanted a goth loli inspired kimono, another wanted sweet floral and lace, and one wanted houndstooth with a hot pink obi. They were crazy designs which had made the man pricked his fingers with the needles plenty of time when sewing. But it meant a lot to his father that they spend some time together. While Yuuto is constantly fatigue with his job, the young blonde had manage to make time to help whatever he may need.
It was those special times that he enjoyed the most. In the past they would play games, make mochi and osechi together, write poetry (terrible ones), and listen to that tale about the Dragon god who would visit the land once every twelve years. He heard about this story every year and even today as well. And while he was heading home to Minato with his gear, food, and goodies in tow, Yuuto began to think about the story as he decided to take the long way home of going through Chiyoda to gaze upon the lovely cherry blossom trees and the shores of Tokyo bay.
Bundled up in his fashionable kimono set and scarf, Yuuto slowly walked through the beaches as he stopped from time to time only to enjoy the magnificent scenery and the salty ocean air that filled his lungs. And as he gaze upon the ocean, his dove grey eyes were fixated on to a particular grouping of people but more directly to one who clearly stood out the most. Garbed in ethereal gold and white, Yuuto gasped softly in surprised. "No, it couldn't possibly be true . . ." He thought in bewilderment and felt compel to walk towards to the small group as his guard was up. It was against his nature to go towards groups, unsure of the unknown, but it was the unknown itself that kept him mystified all due to the Dragon God's presence.
A charming smile was seen on his face as his geta sandals dug deep into the sands. He remained a slow pace as he walked for he didn't want to fall face first into the sand. That would have been terrible. The moment he was in range to speak, he listened to that comment from a young man who said to the ethereal being about all of that fake hair must be itchy. Even though he remained a calm demeanor, on the inside Yuuto just had to cringe so much. "Oh dear god he did not just say that to the god?" He wanted to face palm but refrain from such as he lifted a graceful hand to fix his platinum bangs as a substitute for it. "Greetings everyone." Yuuto said in a melodious tone of voice with a smooth bow of his head and giving a deeper and more respectful one to the Dragon god before standing up straight to his full height. It is truly amazing to him after hearing these stories and tale to actually be true. Now he has to wonder if his father has ever believed them to be the truth as well.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:04 am
It had been a while since Lucy had smelled the scent of the salty sea breeze. With class after class, day after day, she had been surrounded by dusty parchment coloured books for weeks. The smell of old books and dust clung to her clothes even after she washed them twice over. The clear signs of addiction to the History department at school said that it was about time that she deserved an impromptu break where nothing stressful would appear before her eyes. Even though her mind was supposed to focus on relaxing, she brought a bag full of tidbits in history in the form of notes and hardy artifacts. A long trip across districts added to an all-nighter was not the most ideal mix of predicaments. Her eyelids fell over her eyes and her legs were practically jelly as she stepped across the shore in her ballet flats.
It was not long before her mind wandered back to school. She found herself sitting with her legs in front of her and hands across the top of her knees. The waves nagged in an uninterrupted pattern. Splash… get back to work… splash… work on your essay… Tuning the voices out, she took out a notebook, the corners stained with coffee, things slipped in and post-it notes hanging evenly spaced off of every edge. She flipped through it quickly, drawings of artifacts and emphasized facts stood out in red pen on the white paper. Even away from the condescending pressure of school, she felt it to be necessary to bring studies into her life. She also knew that if she didn’t start soon, she would be needlessly staying up all night once more.
The sea breeze tugged gently at the neon sheets of paper on the edges of the small book. It flipped the pages with ease, causing a dispute between Lucy and her book. Commotion arose further down the vast beach peaked her interest. A variety of people gathered, some of them were clad in traditional clothes. She hoped her normal clothes weren’t too casual. She stepped slowly over, lifting her feet with every step to avoid the discomfort of sand in her flats. “Hello.” She said with a cheerful smile on her face. She stood a little off to the side, away from the crowd lest she got in someone else’s way of conversation.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 6:24 am
The quiet night was a welcome respite from the bustling cafe he worked in. It being the start of the Lunar new year and people still celebrating, his night had been busy with no time for breaks or even to stop to catch his breath. It was simply a relief to be away from all the noise, with only the crashing of ocean waves as his company. Galen Wayland looked tired, older than his twenty-two years. He would graduate from university soon, and this lifestyle would come to and end. No more rushing to meet deadlines for classes. No more hours in the library looking for references. No more rushing between university and the cafe where he worked for extra money. He didn't know what he was going to do after he graduated. He would go job hunting, he supposed.
But right now.. He just wanted peace and quiet. For everything to stop, for the world to stop overwhelming him with its endless demands of him, for the voices in his head to cease, for everything to simply just.. stop. As he wandered down the quiet stretch of sand that fringed the vast, vast ocean, Galen wondered why didn't he just walk off into the distance, into the horizon and never turn around, never look back. There was nothing to hold him back right? Nothing chaining him to this life, a life where it was a constant struggle to just live, a life where he was even more lost than ever. What was he living for anyways?
A dim glow distracted him from his wandering thoughts as a glowing figure emerged in the distance. What could it be? Who would be dressed like that anyways and well, wandering in the middle of the ocean was just... strange. And now that he could see a little clearer, the water had parted. Magic was afoot. Unexpected. Intrigued and drawn to this strange scene, Galen started going closer. Maybe this was a sign for him. A sign to show him where to go, which direction in life he ought to take.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 11:26 am
It was really a wonder that Mei-Xing was here in the first place. Normally, on a rare day off, she would choose to spend her time inside, watching television all day. She was usually a bit of a homebody, but something had told her to visit the beach today. It wasn’t that she didn’t like beaches; no, she rather liked them. But her better judgment had told her to stay inside today, seeing as it was the start of the Lunar New Year celebration. Even though Japan celebrated its new year on the first of January, just like the majority of the world, it didn’t mean that the resident Chinese population wouldn’t have something to do today. Perhaps that was why the company had given her the day off? She wasn’t going to question it in the slightest; a day off was a day off, in her eyes.
Standing on the beach with the waves crashing around her, sufficiently drowning out the majority of other noises, Mei-Xing closed her eyes. She had taken off her sandals to feel the sand in her toes, and she curled the digits in the gritty substance, her lips quirking. She was dressed like almost any other twenty-something would be on their day off: oversized sweatshirt, mid-calf leggings, and flip-flops. She regularly had to dress professionally for work, so she openly embraced these casual days. She pushed a few pieces of her dark hair out of her face as she looked at the horizon, and let out a deep sigh. She knew full well that this was the wrong direction for facing China, but it didn’t really matter. Oceans presented an escape, the imagination of one floating over the waves and going home. She really missed them, now more than ever. On her days off from school in the past, she would spend time with them and she missed them now. She inhaled sharply, straightening up and telling herself not to cry in public.
What about the world said you had to travel far from your parents when you grew up? Why was it considered necessary? Also, why was it considered strange if you decided to stay with them? Mie-Xing loved her parents, and would have loved to stay with them, if only Tokyo University was not in…you know, Japan. Her ambitions had been strong when she was younger, but she had neglected to realize that going back would be difficult. This realization made her laugh rather bitterly, and she bowed her head. What a weird society…
She looked back at the waves to search for some sort of answer, but knew it would not be there. Instead, she let herself scan the beach for a while, looking at all the other people there. Well, there really weren’t too many people around; perhaps they were all celebrating with their families? Probably. But she did catch sight of a small group of people, six or seven at the most, but one stood out much more than the rest. He was tall, majestic even, and clad in nothing but gold and white. As she walked closer, she noticed the fine silk of his sleeves and almost gasped. He really was quite beautiful; how could a man be more beautiful than a woman? Mei-Xing knew she was at least pretty, but doubted that she was beautiful. Hell, she doubted anyone would be considered "beautiful" while standing next to this man. But she knew he was not a man. Her grandmother had told her years and years ago that every twelve years, the Dragon God would come to earth to look upon his subjects. She also said that if you could gain his favor, he would bestow great fortune upon you. Mei-Xing could care less about money. All she wanted at the moment, really, was peace. She wanted to be at peace with herself, to know that she could truly make it, that she really was a good editor. But her boss was constantly criticizing her, and all that negativity was bound to brew a bit of self-doubt. She knew that if her parents were here, they would merely tell her not to listen. But that was always easier said than done.
As she drew even closer, Mei-Xing became sure that this was the famed Dragon God. She knew that she wasn’t a dragon by the Chinese zodiac’s definition, but did it really matter? She wasn’t sure. When she realized that she was staring rather openly, she flushed and averted her gaze down to her toes. Oh, God. She was dressed to sloppily for meeting a deity. In all honesty, she hadn’t known she was going to meet him, but was that really an excuse? Her mother had always told her to look nice when she went out; you never knew if you were going to meet your soul mate. Even if this was definitely not that situation, she supposed that it also applied to everyone in general. You could easily run into someone you wished hadn’t seen you like that. Mei-Xing, at the moment, was having one of those instances. She cursed herself inwardly, running a hand through her hair a few times to try to make it look a bit less windblown and messy, but it was practically useless; her hair was never perfect. All of these negative things only made her shrink back a bit more, but she could not peel her eyes away from the white-haired deity for long. After a few moments, she was looking at him again, hoping that he did not think her to be a slob or someone that didn’t care. To be scorned by a god would be the ultimate humiliation, yes? She couldn’t think of anything worse at the moment, which only made her panic even more. "Okay, Mei. Breathe. Relax. Come on, don't panic in front of a god, for Pete's sake!" She scolded herself, inhaling and exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm her heart. Could he tell that she was panicking? She really hoped he couldn't, but it would be a shock if a god did not know everything about someone. They...could do that, right?
Suddenly, it occurred to her that she had nothing to offer the Dragon God. Oh no! You were supposed to offer something! She frantically patted down her pockets, searching for something, anything, that she could give him to show respect. She only had her cell phone, which...would probably be absolutely no use to him. Great. Just fantastic. Her face darkened even more, if possible, and she murmured to herself. "Good job, Mei. You don't have anything to give him..." She felt tears well up in her eyes, her vision clouding with embarrassment and frustration. She wanted his blessing, but he would surely not give it her without her pleasing him. She inhaled, sniffling like a child, and wiped at her eyes again. She tilted her face to the sky, willing the tears to sink back in, but they would not. Great, now she was crying like a little baby. Perfect.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 12:33 pm
To most people, holidays seemed to lose their meaning, as they got older and older in age. Birthdays became just another day, often losing the specialness that so many would look forward to. Valentine’s would be a day not for lovers, but for commercialism and companies to try and sell as much candy and cards as they could. Even Christmas, normally a holiday for couples and families, depending on which nation you were a part of, started to lose its flavor. This wasn’t the case for Azami Smith-Itou. If anything, holidays became more important with her now respectable eighty years on this earth. Celebrations gave her something to look forward to, memories to cherish, and happiness to be had. Now that she was alone and without her immediate family to celebrate with, it was things like this that meant a lot. Celebrating Chinese New Year had become customary even if, like all the other Japanese, she celebrated O-Shogatsu on January first like everyone else. It was a way to connect with the Chinese individuals around where she lived, and also a way to pay respects to the deities watching over them. One could never pay enough respect to the gods watching over them, in Azami’s mind.
So, it was because of this that Mrs. Smith-Itou found herself in Chiyoda on that day. Initially, she was going to pay her respects at the local shrine, perhaps pay a visit to glimpse at the Imperial Palace and walk around in the gardens, but something pulled her away from all that. The elderly woman found herself, unknowingly, walking closer and closer to the beaches of Tokyo Harbor. It had been ages since she had been to the beach, so why not swing by? The mounds of golden sand brought back memories the moment she caught sight of it all. Transport back a good few decades, and it was beaches similar to this one that the woman would bring her children to. They loved to spend time at the beach in their youth – the whole family did. Yet those days were long over now, and at the present time, Azami just found herself staring out at a gathering of a handful of younger people, plus one particularly regal individual. Was there a special Chinese New Year celebration taking place at the beach?
Almost immediately Azami took notice of her age. Most of the people that were already on the beach were quite young in their years: young adults of no more than twenty or thirty, perhaps? This caused the kimono maker to look down at her wrinkled, leathery hands in contemplation. Physical appearance wasn’t the only thing that marked the extreme difference in age from her in comparison to the others. The clothes that she wore, as well as the way she carried herself, distinguished her from the rest as well. Instead of modern clothes that most people wore, the elderly woman stuck to the habit of wearing her traditional kimono. In this case, for the occasion of Chinese New Year, Azami donned a dark blue ensemble with hand-embroidered golden dragons stitched into the silk. She figured it would be an appropriate way to pay her respects to those celebrating and also a good way to pay homage to the year of the dragon. Long, white locks were also smoothed back into a tight bun, typical of how the woman usually wore. More than what she wore, however, Azami could tell that the younger folks had a lot on their mind. Life, perhaps. The younger generation never really seemed to stop moving.
It was as she looked at the folks on the beach that Azami’s eyes caught sight of the regal man in the middle of it all. He seemed…different from the rest of them. There was something peculiar about this man, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet, despite this, the kimono maker felt compelled to find out. He was certainly handsome – in fact, strikingly so. The elderly woman found her eyes drawn to the fine silk of his clothing almost instinctively. As someone who worked with silk, herself, on a regular basis, how could she not? Upon looking at it, she gave a content, satisfied nod. It was very high quality material, perhaps the highest quality she had ever had the opportunity of seeing. Where did he get such silk, she wondered? It was as she gazed at the man’s clothing, a thought popped into her mind: 'What did the Chinese say…? That’s right! That every twelve years, the Dragon God makes an appearance on Earth.' This year…it had to be that year, hadn’t it? It was the Year of the Dragon, after all, yet never would Azami stop to think that she might actually lay eyes infamous deity. Then again, the spirits worked in mysterious ways. Fate must have had something special in store for all those individuals on the beach. Why else would they let humans lay their eyes on the Dragon God?
Intrigued by the fact that she was in the presence of an important deity, the elderly craftswoman did not waste her time. Some of the others on the sands of the beach stood awestruck at the sight of the God, but Azami pushed the amazement out of her mind. She had seen a lot of things in her eighty years on this earth, and while glimpsing a god was certainly at the top of it, she wasn’t going to let her amazement get the better of her. She wanted to pay her respects, as any proper human would do in this instance. With her geta sandals sinking into the soft sand with each step, Azami was careful not to fall over as she made her way to the Dragon God. Her movements were slow and precise and with each step she could feel her bones creak, a sign of her old age. Yet, eventually, she made it to stand next to the Dragon God, and once she was near him, the woman immediately dipped into a low bow.
"My Lord," she began by saying, not lifting herself up from the bow in which she was giving, "it makes my old heart swell to lay my eyes on such a revered figure, especially given my age." At this point, Azami allowed herself to pause so as to stand back up straight. This allowed her to look at the God directly, although after she glanced at him, she immediately lowered her eyes. One always had to remember their place in the presence of the gods. Always. "I have not much to offer," she went on to say as she held her hands politely cupped in front of her, "but perhaps, if you would like, you and I could talk. One thing I can offer is time, and experiences of what have happened in this world in the past eighty years." Her offer wasn’t much at all, save for a humble enticement. What she could give the Dragon Lord was time as well as perspective, a human perspective on what has gone in the world in the past few decades. To Azami, it was as good of an offer as any. Perhaps it would be enough to spark his interest?
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