"Yes, precisely - it's comforting, at the least. Having other people who understand that means I have someone to look towards in such matters. It's helpful."
She stops herself short before waxing philosophical about it too much. For the time being. "After all, we cannot be fighting all the time. So it is good to give others something to enjoy in the meantime."
He feels like he's done something wrong, and is going to be scolded by someone with all of the raw imposing power of Romeo or Nanako. If he didn't know any better, of course. This is still a really powerful old god that he should be respectful towards, completely outside of the fact that he just got done doing Aymeric a huge favor.
So he does exactly that, takes a slice of cake and follows Ebisu to sit down wherever the young god would like, without much else to say.
Ginia approaches her temple with some degree of sheepishness, a roll of paper towels in hand. She's not skipping work! Not much! She's just using her break to visit a friend's party because if there's one thing she's not going to do it's hurt the feelings of a child. That it's also an excuse for her to dress up like a dashing fencer from one of her favorite visual novels is a bonus.
At least she comes bringing paper towels. Ginia quickly wipes up the glittery mess before it can spread too far. There's no saving the bookmark, but there are plenty of blanks to work with. She throws the wad of paper towels away and trades it for her phone.
"Glitter glue is tricky." With everyone using the glue, it's a few nozzles have clogged; even she's accidentally squirted out more glue than she intended.
Ginia is seconds away from suggesting he use a glue stick and dust glitter on top before remembering exactly who she's talking to. With his clumsiness, he will definitely spill the glitter. With his luck, he'd probably avoid getting any on himself while covering everyone else. Okay, new plan.
"I'll see if I can unclog the nozzle on the glue bottles, that might help."
"Glitter is tricky!" Romeo is glad to see Ebisu! He knew that his friend was a really really busy god so it was really nice of him to come to Romeo and Elfnein's book party! He's glad to see Aomi and Kiwami as well and smiles at them both.
[A tail, a tether to their physical body. That narrows things down in terms of what to look for. Her mouth purses at the mention of Yato. She's heard of the god's name, from Ebisu and also more generally from Shun.]
A shame he's been on a mission with his shinki for the last seven months.
[If Shun believes it's a sincere mission, she'll take it, but it doesn't make it any less annoying.]
Perhaps I can find something in the library. I have a few things I've been meaning to research anyway.
Trepidation shifts to confusion and mild sheepishness. So she could stand to get into less trouble, such is the constant struggle. Ginia lays on her side and slides her shirt up. The bruise is slightly better from icing, but still an angry mark on her side.
She nods at her god, glancing at the kitchen knife. Even knowing it's Kimi and it's not actually cutting her, it's a little hard turning off the gut instinct of 'holy shit it's a knife.' Ginia holds very still as god and shinki work, barely flinching at the sting of the ability as she focuses on a spot at the wall.
Secondary goal for creating a healing spell: teaching it to Kimi so he no longer needs to knife cleric her.
The sting of a cracked rib and the lighter sting of Kimi's ability at work fade as they finish. Ginia takes a few deep breaths, checking for any residual pain or complications, giving a thumbs up when she finds none. Her thumb skates over her side as she sits up and bows her head.
"Thank you. Though speaking of being more careful," Ginia signs, counting on Kimi to translate for her, "there was an interview question about something I hadn't heard about. Is there a way to increase resilience in vessel form?"
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She stops herself short before waxing philosophical about it too much. For the time being. "After all, we cannot be fighting all the time. So it is good to give others something to enjoy in the meantime."
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He feels like he's done something wrong, and is going to be scolded by someone with all of the raw imposing power of Romeo or Nanako. If he didn't know any better, of course. This is still a really powerful old god that he should be respectful towards, completely outside of the fact that he just got done doing Aymeric a huge favor.
So he does exactly that, takes a slice of cake and follows Ebisu to sit down wherever the young god would like, without much else to say.
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Propping her chin in one palm, she grins at him from across the table. ]
You're gonna be sparkly for days now!
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At least she comes bringing paper towels. Ginia quickly wipes up the glittery mess before it can spread too far. There's no saving the bookmark, but there are plenty of blanks to work with. She throws the wad of paper towels away and trades it for her phone.
"Glitter glue is tricky." With everyone using the glue, it's a few nozzles have clogged; even she's accidentally squirted out more glue than she intended.
Ginia is seconds away from suggesting he use a glue stick and dust glitter on top before remembering exactly who she's talking to. With his clumsiness, he will definitely spill the glitter. With his luck, he'd probably avoid getting any on himself while covering everyone else. Okay, new plan.
"I'll see if I can unclog the nozzle on the glue bottles, that might help."
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"Do you want me to get you more card?"
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A shame he's been on a mission with his shinki for the last seven months.
[If Shun believes it's a sincere mission, she'll take it, but it doesn't make it any less annoying.]
Perhaps I can find something in the library. I have a few things I've been meaning to research anyway.
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She nods at her god, glancing at the kitchen knife. Even knowing it's Kimi and it's not actually cutting her, it's a little hard turning off the gut instinct of 'holy shit it's a knife.' Ginia holds very still as god and shinki work, barely flinching at the sting of the ability as she focuses on a spot at the wall.
Secondary goal for creating a healing spell: teaching it to Kimi so he no longer needs to knife cleric her.
The sting of a cracked rib and the lighter sting of Kimi's ability at work fade as they finish. Ginia takes a few deep breaths, checking for any residual pain or complications, giving a thumbs up when she finds none. Her thumb skates over her side as she sits up and bows her head.
"Thank you. Though speaking of being more careful," Ginia signs, counting on Kimi to translate for her, "there was an interview question about something I hadn't heard about. Is there a way to increase resilience in vessel form?"
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