[ And up she pops, with a big smile. She still looks sort of uncertain, though. ]
I think I gotta hold my hand out and say some stuff so um... get ready!
[ She sticks her hand out and, in a tone that suggests she's remarkably uncomfortable with this level of ceremony: ]
My name is Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto. Grasping thy true name, I bind thee here. With borrowed name, I dub thee my servant. The name answers, the vessel to sound. I call thee as my divine instrument. The name, Neku Saraba. The vessel, On. Come, Onki!
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[ And up she pops, with a big smile. She still looks sort of uncertain, though. ]
I think I gotta hold my hand out and say some stuff so um... get ready!
[ She sticks her hand out and, in a tone that suggests she's remarkably uncomfortable with this level of ceremony: ]
My name is Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto. Grasping thy true name, I bind thee here. With borrowed name, I dub thee my servant. The name answers, the vessel to sound. I call thee as my divine instrument. The name, Neku Saraba. The vessel, On. Come, Onki!