[This figure might be familiar to some, though the shinki mark that used to decorate her hand is gone now and, much to her surprise, wasn't replaced. The ex-shinki stands around hesitantly for a few long moments before she approaches the area for new gods, trying to get the attention of one of the attending shinki.]
E-excuse me? I think there's been a mistake. I...I'm not a god. I can't be. I was-- Before, I mean--I was a shinki. That doesn't just happen.
[And one of her former gods was a mind reader. Jennifer nervously glances over her shoulder.]
[Rest and Refreshment]
[Yeah, knowing her ex-god was a mind reader and likely might'e already picked up on her presence here again isn't doing Jennifer's heart any favors. So she's been tending to stick to people like glue, while trying to appear subtle about it.
Spoiler: It's not subtle.
Around the refreshment table she's quick to stand close to people under the pretense of intensely browsing the food and drinks, but she keeps nervously glancing around every once in a while and is as tense as a coiled spring.
But she's safe in public, right? ...Right??
Her hands shake badly enough that she spills her drink a little and she jumps back with a dismayed cry, distracted now by the stain down the front of her dress and her hands.]
[Secrets]
[She needed to change and there's an unpleasant itching sensation at her back. She's been led away by one of the spare shinki, who's left her in a room to change and gone to fetch something to change in to.
In the mean time the itching sensation proves a little to frustrating for Jennifer, and she quickly strips off the dress down to the slip beneath it and locates a mirror, turning to look at he back in the reflection.
She can see the formation of letters in scars she knows weren't from back home. Hesitantly she pulls the slip off as well so she's in her bra and underwear and gazes in quiet horror at the ugly lines carved into her back. DEATH TO AMATERASU in sloppy hiragana stares back at her and she feels suddenly, terribly cold all over.
Jennifer slowly turns to face her reflection again, not sure what to think, her mind blank and her heart pounding. If someone stumbles in, she doesn't even notice at first, too wrapped up in this to bother with a reaction right now.]
Jennifer -- OTA!
[This figure might be familiar to some, though the shinki mark that used to decorate her hand is gone now and, much to her surprise, wasn't replaced. The ex-shinki stands around hesitantly for a few long moments before she approaches the area for new gods, trying to get the attention of one of the attending shinki.]
E-excuse me? I think there's been a mistake. I...I'm not a god. I can't be. I was-- Before, I mean--I was a shinki. That doesn't just happen.
[And one of her former gods was a mind reader. Jennifer nervously glances over her shoulder.]
[Rest and Refreshment]
[Yeah, knowing her ex-god was a mind reader and likely might'e already picked up on her presence here again isn't doing Jennifer's heart any favors. So she's been tending to stick to people like glue, while trying to appear subtle about it.
Spoiler: It's not subtle.
Around the refreshment table she's quick to stand close to people under the pretense of intensely browsing the food and drinks, but she keeps nervously glancing around every once in a while and is as tense as a coiled spring.
But she's safe in public, right? ...Right??
Her hands shake badly enough that she spills her drink a little and she jumps back with a dismayed cry, distracted now by the stain down the front of her dress and her hands.]
[Secrets]
[She needed to change and there's an unpleasant itching sensation at her back. She's been led away by one of the spare shinki, who's left her in a room to change and gone to fetch something to change in to.
In the mean time the itching sensation proves a little to frustrating for Jennifer, and she quickly strips off the dress down to the slip beneath it and locates a mirror, turning to look at he back in the reflection.
She can see the formation of letters in scars she knows weren't from back home. Hesitantly she pulls the slip off as well so she's in her bra and underwear and gazes in quiet horror at the ugly lines carved into her back. DEATH TO AMATERASU in sloppy hiragana stares back at her and she feels suddenly, terribly cold all over.
Jennifer slowly turns to face her reflection again, not sure what to think, her mind blank and her heart pounding. If someone stumbles in, she doesn't even notice at first, too wrapped up in this to bother with a reaction right now.]