Anemois

[youkai_of_the_tiger]

-1-


Hello again, my fellow Sirocco inhabitants! I just remembered something of great personal significance. I am, in fact, a priestess! Indeed, a humble disciple of Bishamonten, the divine guardian and punisher of evildoers, shining brightest among the Seven Gods of Fortune.

Are there any among you who would consider undertaking buddhist training? The trials will put your body and spirit to the test, but if you perservere, you may be able to attain enlightenment...


-2-


You know,

[Among friends! That dignified manner from before sure disintegrated fast.]

Did you know that, you know,

[Also she seems to have gotten staggeringly fall-down drunk. Again.]

There's some kinda rule for priests, that you aren't supposed to drink alcohol?

[Loud, drunken laughter.]

I don't know any priestshstshs who follow THAT rule! What kinda life would that be?


-3-


[TRAINING MONTAGE TIME. The one training is Shou! She's practicing the art of spear combat, with somebody - possibly you! - as her teacher. Her form, her precision, the grace of her attacks...]

[They're all sloppy, at best. If you didn't know any better, you might think she'd never even held a spear before.]

ARGH!

[Shou throws the spear to the ground in a fit of frustration.]

Lousy pointed stick! Why was I holding you when I arrived if I don't have the first idea how to use you?!

for anemoi, canon is Scion, character original

[halfgod_allego]

1.

[Event! Somehow the entire city is flooded, while it is highly distressing to most of the city, Hector is getting along swimmingly - literally. He's diving and surfacing freely, collecting anemoi that washed in from the sea]

come on, the water's fine, and there's only nurse sharks here.

2.

[Hector had suddenly run off on his own during an expedition, and gotten himself into trouble, trouble you had to bail him out from. He glances to the side - muttering]

I wasn't in real danger, I mean, it's not like things really mattered...

3.

[This guy is your room mate, he seems fairly rational - until today, where you walk in on him painting the room and doing a haphazard job of it!]

Oh hey! You're here! What do you think of this color? Soothing isn't it!

[Hector suddenly slung an arm over your shoulder, paintbrush hitting your shirt]

I just looked at the room and thought 'we need something less boring' so I figured a paintjob would do the trick.