[No, those were definitely trumpets. Hibiki must be in there somewhere.
[For a moment, he hesitates before the drifts of fallen paper. On the one hand, to trample and shred prayer requests would be an act so plainly irreverant he is unsure he can bring himself to do it. On the other, are they all like that? Cautiously, Kija picks up another slip--
[Apurrlo-sama! I purrstrate myself in purrayer to you and humbly purrlead that you help me purrcure
[--casts it aside, reaches for another--
[but it is pawsitively and categorically impurrsible to purrlieve that I will purrchieve my nyanbition without paw help. Nyapollo-sama, my most furrvent purrayer is that I purrquire a lucky blue cat
[--discards that with a shudder, selects a third--
[the meowgical blue star cat!
[--and decides that maybe walking on such prayers would not be all that disrespectful after all, and that perhaps the best thing for them would be for them to meet their fate at the claws of the White Dragon. He can consider it an exorcism, of a kind. As for blazing a trail through the drifts, Kija always has been hard on paper. He picks his way through the pile, and if there is a horrible kind of fascination in wondering exactly what tortured cat puns might lurk half-buried all about him, he decides against looking any closer. Hibiki is that way - or at least the fanfare is - so he supposes he should be wading that way, through the open door.]
Hibiki? Are you quite all right? What in Heaven's name is going on?
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[For a moment, he hesitates before the drifts of fallen paper. On the one hand, to trample and shred prayer requests would be an act so plainly irreverant he is unsure he can bring himself to do it. On the other, are they all like that? Cautiously, Kija picks up another slip--
[Apurrlo-sama! I purrstrate myself in purrayer to you and humbly purrlead that you help me purrcure
[--casts it aside, reaches for another--
[but it is pawsitively and categorically impurrsible to purrlieve that I will purrchieve my nyanbition without paw help. Nyapollo-sama, my most furrvent purrayer is that I purrquire a lucky blue cat
[--discards that with a shudder, selects a third--
[the meowgical blue star cat!
[--and decides that maybe walking on such prayers would not be all that disrespectful after all, and that perhaps the best thing for them would be for them to meet their fate at the claws of the White Dragon. He can consider it an exorcism, of a kind. As for blazing a trail through the drifts, Kija always has been hard on paper. He picks his way through the pile, and if there is a horrible kind of fascination in wondering exactly what tortured cat puns might lurk half-buried all about him, he decides against looking any closer. Hibiki is that way - or at least the fanfare is - so he supposes he should be wading that way, through the open door.]
Hibiki? Are you quite all right? What in Heaven's name is going on?