[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

[galactically]

As the goddess of death...

[A serene response after another quick bite of her dessert. She remembers their last conversation about their respective roles as gods. Though she may be familiar with the name Osiris, it's all just cursory knowledge at best. So her eyes perk up, expression curious.]

Oh? Now you'll have to enlighten me.

[So she says, one free hand tucked under her chin.]

[savioring]

[Why can't people do their own research on the gods? Lightning looks out the window towards her shinki.]

I judge them. Since there's no Ma'at, I have to do the job myself. Technically I can drag Toth into it since he was the record keeper who kept tallies on who was good and who wasn't. I'll have to find Patchouli after this.

[galactically]

[Because Sheryl only researches her own god like the narcissist that she is. Her eyes follow the other goddess's trail of vision, watching the shinki try to gain more customers in that outfit.]

To judge them and see if they're worthy or not, I suppose.

[Her eyes widen for a split second at a familiar name, and a smile instantly forms on her lips as she chuckles.]

I know Patchouli! She's one of my new fans. Very shy and quiet, but also incredibly nice.

[savioring]

[What can she say? Natsuru is doing a good job of pulling people in. Lightning doesn't even have to try to make them stay or buy more things. They make a dangerous duo.]

It's an ugly process.

[Involving taking the dead persons heart and weighing it against the feather of truth.

She raises an eyebrow.]

Shy?

[galactically]

[Sheryl could ask what this "ugly process" entails, but the topic of Patchouli interests her more, so she nods, laughing.]

I get the impression that she's the type who keeps to herself. The kind who blends in than stands out, you know?

[savioring]

[..... are we talking about the same Patchouli.]

She seemed rather drawn to me, like she knew I was from the same pantheon. She didn't strike me as quiet.

[galactically]

Then I must have intimidated her, somehow. She admitted to me that she does better with a small group of people.

[Sheryl chuckles at the memory just now.]

[savioring]

[Or your looks intimidated her.]

So do I. I'm not a fan of crowds.

[galactically]

[It is an intimidating shade of pink...]

I like crowds! But only during concerts because the more people who listen to my songs on stage, the better.

[It also means she gets to make more money and fans this way. She lets out a soft sigh, taking another bite of her food.]

[savioring]

[Then Light has got to be terrifying.]

So basically when you have a barrier between yourself and your adoring fans.

[Hope you've got good bodyguards.]

[galactically]

That barrier is necessary for whenever I go out to meet them, even when I take pictures with them and provide special service.

[Because she knows that not every fan just wants to shake her hand or hug her; some are unsavory enough that bodyguards are a necessity. Her fanbase can be crazy.

Which reminds her—]

Oh! I actually met one of my fans in here by chance! [She grins, eyes glimmering with delight.] Her name is Freyja, a cute girl with an equally cute hair ornament.

[savioring]

... special services?

[Does she want to know?

Ah.]

I've met her. Idunn, correct?

[galactically]

Mmhmm! [A quick nod.] Like singing a song to them, for example.

[Thinking about Freyja prompts a warm smile on Sheryl's lips. It's always good to know that even when she's trapped here, she now knows that her legacy still lives on.]

Right, the one and only. She told me that I was one of her inspirations that led to her leaving her home so she can audition for a musical group.