[Open]

[savioring]

Who: Lightning, Natsuru, and you
Where: Near Shore
When: May 11th
What: Prayer #15, so Natsuru in a cute outfit and Light just being Light
Warnings: None yet


[Sweetshop!]
[Lightning has finally decided that it was high time to do a prayer with her shinki. Natsuru is picked first since she’s the more skittish of the two, and it’ll be their gods first prayer as well. The prayer entailed helping a failing business get back into business. So, Lightning took it. Too bad the place seemed to be exactly what she didn’t want to work. Lightning loves to eat, but how is she supposed to sell sweets?

At least she has the amusement of sticking her shinki in an outfit that would detract from her own uniform.

Come one, come all to this shop and harass these two young women. Or just buy stuff and help them get through this.]

Comments

[shockshot]

[Oh, that's quick service. She brightens up, even as her stomach gurgles.

...stomach, stop betraying her.]

Ahaha...I think so?

[Sorry Lightning, just. Ignore her noise.]

[savioring]

[.... She can't ignore that at all.

With a quick dip behind the case, she hands to other woman a plate with a beignet on it, the treat covered in a nice layer of powdered sugar.]

On the house.

[The owner might go out of business simply with how much Light can eat. Why not give a few things away.]

[shockshot]

[Masaki had been about to reach for the sugar, when Lightning gave her the beignet. She couldn't help but brighten up at the offering.

Not that she knew that Lightning was eating them out of house and home but...some things were better unknown.]

Thank you so much!

[She bows where she sits, and glances around the sweetshops. It seems pretty quiet so...]

Would you like to sit with me? Until you have to go back to work that is. Maybe I can think of a way to repay you.

[savioring]

[If the owner insisted on paying Light, she would probably somehow sneak all the money back into the shop or refuse to be paid.

What is it with people and bowing???]

....

[She doesn't have anything better to do, so she shrugs.]

Sure.

[It was better than just standing there and reading a magazine.]

[shockshot]

[Putting it back into the shop or being paid in food would be a good idea. But...well, anyway, Masaki tried to be polite, Lightning was confused, but in the end, Masaki got what she wanted: company.

And food.

She took a few moments to fuss with her coffee, making it so it was was the right ratio of sweet.]

Thanks. For the company, and the food. I'm Masaki by the way, Masaki Kurosaki. I'm a shinki.

[savioring]

[Light shakes her head. No need to be thanked for being company.

Shinki. She could have guessed as much with the behavior.]

Lightning Farron. My god name is Osiris.

[Would Masaki act even more formally? Lightning is guessing more towards a yes.]

[shockshot]

[She might, or she might go informal. Who knows. Masaki brightens, and leans her elbows on the table.]

It's nice to meet you! Osiris...that's Egyptian, right? What would you like me to call you? Lightning?

[savioring]

Yes. Lightning is fine.

[It actually is bothering her when people add -sama or -san to the end of her name.]

[shockshot]

Lightning then.

[Her chin went to rest on her hands, smiling up at her. It's kind of nice.]

It's a nice name. It suits you.

[savioring]

I hear that a lot. It's better than my god name.

[Because seriously Osiris? Now that she knows his origin so story, she would rather not be him, even if it does suit her.]

[shockshot]

Well...Osiris is kinda a mouthful. Lightning comes easier.

[She chuckles, and shrugs. She hasn't met a god that wants to go what they're the avatar of. Not yet at least.]

And it sounds...

[She shakes her head.]

I'm not sure. Strong, but still connected? If that makes any sense.

[savioring]

[Wow you're kind of weird Masaki. Lightning sighs softly.]

Lightning can only destroy.

[She picked it for that reason. It's powerful and intimidating.]

[shockshot]

Lightning can be grounded in the earth. It can also be defended against, if you know what to do.

[She's smiling. She knows it sounds weird. But then again, Masaki is, she supposes, a little weird herself.]

But if you think of it as a metaphor, it's more relateable than judging the dead or being...what was it, torn apart?

[savioring]

[Masaki does have an extremely different view of the world. Lighting doesn't know what to do.]

Judging the dead is what I did back home in a similar manner. It's just a job, no matter what my name is.

[shockshot]

[Just pat her on the head. It works. She's also going to take a sip of her coffee now.]

You did?

[Talk about getting into a related job...]

Do you mind if I ask about it?

[savioring]

[Lightning sits back in her chair, crossing her arms.]

It's common knowledge back home. I collected the souls of those who were ready to die so they could be reborn into a new world. It was my job to make sure they were at peace before the end of days. Just like with the dead here. Except the dead here are a lot more stubborn about moving on and being reborn. Back home the dead never begged to be brought back to life to finish things that were left undone. They accepted their death.

[shockshot]

[Back home...huh. Masaki is thoughtful, listening to Lightning. She doesn't know much about the dead, for all she's one of them. She wouldn't want to pass on, herself.

If she didn't have her duty to Dio, she might have. She did not know.]

I'm not sure why it's harder here then it was for you, back home. Or what it says about either world.

[Masaki takes a bite out of her pastry, and sighs happily. She needed that.]

Oh, wait. You collected those that were ready to die right? Maybe that's why.

[savioring]

[Lightning nods. Everyone wanted to die after being forced to live for 500 years, never aging a single day, stuck in time with monsters and diseases still rampant.]

The ones who are ready are easier to pass judgment on. They don't fight the verdict. The ones who fight it tend to stick with the 'But I'm good! Let me go back and prove it!' excuse. Then there's those who genuinely thought they were evil, and were so set in their ways and convictions they have the purest of hearts and are granted rebirth. All the other ones I just threaten and that usually makes them shut up.

[shockshot]

[That would be depressing. Nothing to look forward to in five hundred years...

Still, Masaki had to giggle, smothering it behind her hand.]

You threatened them? With what?

[savioring]

Whatever is closest at the time.

[Sword. Gunblade. Magic. That sort of thing. Though a heavy goblet makes a good throwing weapon, too.]

[shockshot]

Seriously?

[She giggled harder. This god...]

Did it work?

[savioring]

Every time.

[Hey. She commands attention. And is very intimidating.]

[shockshot]

[She had to put her cup down to laugh. Sorry Lightning, it's hard and not hard to picture. She might be picturing her threatening someone with a coffee cup.]

Wow, wow. You're amazing!

[savioring]

[...... if it would get the job done, then yes, coffee cup would be used.

At least Misaki is getting some amusement from this.]

Just doing my job.

[shockshot]

[She did! But Lightning, threatening with a coffee cup...truly, she's lived an interesting life.]

And very effectively too! I don't think I could do what you did. It sounds...like a hard thing to do. Exciting, and rewarding but...hard.