[closed] You Better Work

[poisonwish]

Who: Snow White and (soulless) shinki
When: August 9
Where: The model's home
What: Snow is answering a prayer to help a struggling fashion model. He knows it's not Ta-Bitjet's domain, but who better to help than he?


So apparently he was a god now -- really, truly. It was one thing to hear about it, sit through the little lectures about responsibility and duties, check out the other "gods" and "shinki." It was quite another to actually hear a prayer. Prayers were private, intimate things. Snow wasn't even sure this prayer was meant for him -- it likely wasn't, if he was honest. Ta-Bitjet was a scorpion goddess of poison and healing, not beauty and fashion.

But who could strut better than the Snow White? No one, as far as Snow was concerned. A prayer should be answered well, if not exceedingly so.

So now he was outside the model's home, ready to change their life forever. He confidently knocked on the door.

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[godsoffortune]

Scipio waits stoically next to Snow White. He doesn't speak. He's alert, standing up straight, and ready for his god to call for him, but as with any of the Soulless he's also not particularly interested in the world around him. The Near Shore isn't particularly interested in either of them, after all, and his muted personality is not likely to be of asset to a model's emotional well-being. Perhaps that will prove untrue.

[poisonwish]

Snow raised his hand to knock on the door, then stopped. He gave Scipio another look and frowned.

"You're so stiff," he sighed. "No charisma at all."

He shook his head. Whatever -- it was fine. He didn't really need his shinki to be charming. After all, he was Snow White. Any more than that would be superfluous.

"We'll work on that later," he muttered. "For now... Miruki. Be my eyes."

It might be weird to talk to his glasses, but it was better than being blind-sided by any mirrors on the other side of this door.

[godsoffortune]

Scipio can't be insulted. He just turns into the pair of glasses that is his vessel form. The change is instantaneous, a gold light summoning him up to Snow White's face and then disappearing as he reformed. His god will notice no change in the shinki's emotional state now either. He is simply obedient.

[poisonwish]

The silence was unnerving. But, he supposed, that's what came of a soulless shinki. Little to no substance.

Snow squared his shoulders again and finally knocked on the door. "Twenty percent less beautiful..." he murmured to himself, disappointed. But it was the only way he'd be able to withstand a reflection of himself.

A shuffle was heard behind the door, some clattering, the surprise of having a guest was obvious before they even heard the voice. "C-coming! Com-- oh!" Another clatter. "Coming!"

Snow White grimaced as the door finally swung open, a tall, thin, and harried blonde woman at the door. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Actually," Snow paused for dramatic flair and tossed his dark hair. "I'm here to help you. The gods have heard your prayers."

He waited. The girl stared.

"Is... Is this a joke?" she ventured.

Snow's cool demeanor finally broke. "Are you kidding me?" He would have thought he'd be more welcomed.

[godsoffortune]

Ah yes, the gratitude of a new god's followers. Scipio tilts his glasses just a little bit, towards the interior of the woman's place. Surely they can just walk in and hash out her needs, whether she gapes at them or not? Maybe they could have just teleported inside at the start.

Although if Snow isn't particularly interested in heeding Scipio, his glasses might slowly slip and eventually fall off of his nose. He doesn't think the woman poses a threat, per se, and until then he doesn't need to act in a pressing way.