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How to be a God for Dummies
Topic Started: May 16 2015, 11:17 PM (1,607 Views)
Alvino Castillon
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Date: 19 Marth, 1569
Time: 11:57 p.m.
Location: The Abandoned Shrine, Maze, 45 Minutes Outside Honshu


Noboru Tetsu-Migura

“Are you afraid No?”

This is way out of my comfort zone. There is no way I can be comfortable doing this with anyone, let alone her. In fact, it’s even worse that this is her doing this. I begin to struggle again, but I can’t break free. Somehow I’m too weak to break out of this... this disturbingly suggestive hold.

What the fuck is wrong with her? What has taken hold of her that would cause her to do this?

“No… Nao please. I don’t want-“ She kisses me, silencing me in an instant. My mind jacks up in its crazed imagination, as lewd moments of us two slip into the front of my mind. She forces her tongue into my mouth and I shudder in fear. There’s a hint of blood in her mouth. My blood. She stays like this for a moment and finally breaks her lips away from mine.

My first kiss, and this is how it happens. Forced to the ground by my childhood friend, my blood sister, in an abandoned shrine. Fear and horror creep through me as my mind breaks down at this violation of my body. She stares at me with that unprecedented look of mania in her eyes. An insane smile slithers on her face as I fight the urge to cry out for help.

“If you call for help, I’ll kill you,” She said to me before this all started. When the blade was at my throat that was what she told me. I couldn’t resist. Not her. That’s when she cut open the mark in my hand that bound us together ten years ago and this twisted nightmare began to take place.

Slowly, tears form in my eyes. I fight the urge to cry out of despair and out of losing the only true friend I ever had. She sees these tears and stops, her eyes softening slightly.

“I’m sorry No… but this has to happen. There is no other way. I promise, you’ll feel good.” She brushes my face with her hand and leans down inches away. “Just don’t fight this and let it happen.”

“Please Nao… I, I d-don’t want this. This is, I, you-“ I stop talking as I hear the bell strike twelve. My mind is rushing at an ever-increasing pace, faster than ever before and I feel a familiar, horrible feeling start to well up. It’s happening again. I need to stop this before-

She forces her tongue back into my mouth, shutting down much of my logic. I feel her hand clasp mine, both of them with open wounds from scars we made a decade ago. It’s all too much. I can’t, I can’t, I don’t, I, I-

It all hits at once. A seizure, the worst one I have ever had, unleashes itself on my defenseless mind and body. I can’t even scream, although I can barely feel thoughts of desiring to do so. Suddenly, I can feel a new sharp pain in my arm, and I barely register a needle with a secretion being forced into my blood. Nao stares at me and I can feel the convulsions begin to worsen. She leans in close and strokes my face as I shake violently.

“There you go. Just let go No and sink into it.” My seizure-addled mind, which apparently slows down to what is called “normal speed” for others, barely recognizes that the room, the dim lights from the candles, even Nao is just sinking away from me. With that manic look in her eyes, she leans ever closer to my convulsing body and whispers softly, “Just relax. This will make you feel better.” She moves out of my field of vision for a moment and returns with another needle in hand, this time with a red serum. Something about it seems… wrong. Just, wrong.

“Do you want this? If I give this to you you’ll feel a lot better.” I couldn’t believe her. Even with my mental capacity absolutely diminished, this is insane by her standards. But the longer she holds this serum in my face, the more I feel a craving for it. I know it will hurt. I know, even in this drug-addled, seizure-induced mental state it will change me in a way that will violate me…

Suddenly, my pupils dilate. The moment they do, I can see a coy smile appear on her face, her eyes trained straight on mine. Even in my state, even though I have no idea what the Hell is going on, I know this matter is decided.

My resistance and mind is completely destroyed. I can no longer think for myself.

“You’ll do two favors for me now,” She says. “The first, is you will accept your need for this serum and let me insert it into you.”

I need the serum. I need her to insert it in me.

I feel a second sharp pain as she shoots the serum into the same arm. Slowly, my eyes begin to flutter and I begin to lose consciousness. The room has somehow gotten brighter, and it’s unlikely it’s the candles have caused that. I don’t have any mind to think about it though as it completely shuts down. I see her look over me, tears forming in her eyes as I convulse into unconsciousness.

“Second favor. You will become the god of this shrine.”

I will become the- wait what?




I scream as I shoot straight out of my dream and upright in my own bed. I pant for a few moments and then breath a sigh of relief at the realization. It’s my own room. I’m okay. It was just one massively insane nightmare. Slowly, I get out of bed and stumble to the door. I admit my legs feel shaky, so it’s possible I just had a seizure in my sleep and it translated into my nightmare.

I check the clock and smile a bit. Today’s my 20th birthday and I don’t have any classes. I planned on going into Honshu to go watch one of the big sparring tournaments ongoing today. Hopefully Kokoru Mizaki recovers from his last fight and moves on today in his group. Muze he’s so cool.

After a quick moment of getting a few papers I leave my room and head downstairs by sliding on the banner. Usually I don’t like to do it but today’s my birthday and I want to have a little fun! As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I smell food coming from the dining room. I suspect its Naomi with some food she made since she’s off as well.

“Morning!” I yell as I stride over to the dining room. “Did you sleep good last ni-”

All at once, my good mood is gone and my nightmare returns. There are two people in the dining room. The first is my foster sister Naomi, and the big hint as to why my dream is not just a dream. I can’t help but stare at the bandages wrapped on her hand, the one she cut open in the nightmare. Her face displays emotions of guilt and shame and her head is bowed solemnly.

The other one, I somehow recognize. She’s the former goddess of the shrine we were in last night and-

Oh.

“Good morning Noboru,” She says with a smile. “Come! Sit, we must talk about something of importance.” I take a step back, my mind rushing a mile a minute with fifteen different escape routes. All of them have different flaws, but surely she can’t find them all.

“Don’t run now,” She says. “Because I assure you each of those fifteen actions will end in disaster.” My heart sinks ever lower as I realize she’s not someone to be fucked with. She may actually be a former goddess.

“How,” I say, desiring an answer.

“My mind’s at the exact speed yours is at on my worst day. I understand that you are very concerned about all of this, but running will lead to a very painful end for all three of us. So if you will kindly sit down next to your foster sister, we can power through all of this.”

“Absolutely not!” I cry out in fury. “She, she violated me! Naomi, how could you do that to me? I trusted you!” I watch as she begins to well up with tears in her eyes, as she stares straight at the other intruder.

“You p-promised,” Naomi mumbles as tears stream down her eyes. The intruder sighs and nods.

“I had possessed her after she came praying to my shrine for guidance. She was having horrible nightmares and needed clarity.”

“From an abandoned shrine?” I interrupt sarcastically. “That worshipped the sword?”

“It was about murdering you.” My eyes widen and my head shoots straight down. Out of the corner of my eye I notice her smirk and say, “You done interrupting?” I nod my head meekly. No way in Hell was I interrupting her again.

“Good,” She says, stirring the drink in her mug. She takes a sip and then continues her story. “Anyways, she was having horrible nightmares about it. After that I decided to call in some favors and investigate the matter. As a result, I found out three things. First, a spirit to murder you possessed her. Second, you had seizures of a peculiar nature, ones that shocked your system on a spiritual level. Finally…” She looks up at a painting and mumbles, “That is a very nice painting” in an effort to change the subject.

“Finally?” I ask. She sighs and looks straight at me, her attempt having failed.

“Look kid, I’m going to be straight with you. One of your biological parents was likely a deity. I don’t know if both were, but one of them definitely was.” I feel myself suddenly force myself to sit at the table, the details overwhelming me. This is unbelievable. One of my parents might have been a supernatural being? My seizures are due to a spiritual matter? Naomi was possessed?

Okay, that last one actually does make sense now that I think about it. At any rate, I decide to put off the matters truly pertaining me until the rest of the story is finished

“As her condition worsened, I decided to try exorcisms to get her out. However, whatever dark spirit was in there was lodged in very tight and it was consuming her soul. That left me with two options, one that I knew you would absolutely have hated and another that would have left you devastated.”

“What were they?” I ask, looking over Naomi again. She bites her lip and looks away from me.

“Kill her to stop the spirit from reaching you.”

“Wrong answer. What’s the other one?” The stranger chuckles a bit and shrugs.

“I figured you wouldn’t be pleased with that idea. So we went with the other, a trial by fire solution that hasn’t been done in a while.” She pulls out a small pocket mirror out of thin air and slides it over to me. I blink in confusion at what she means, and then look down.

I can see now what she means.

“WHY ARE MY EYES RED!?” I scream out in anger. She folds her arms and scoffs. I almost yell at her again but then I stop and take a moment to think about it. Red eyes, red serum, strange light underneath me, blood compacts, maniac looks, and summoning circles…

No. She didn’t. As my eyes widen in horror at the arrival of the answer, she nods and shrugs again with a smile.

“You got it. Ascendance into a god unleashes a lot of power and potential in the process. I’m sorry to tell you this, but I had a few of my friends- other gods yes- ramp up her desires and manipulate her into believing that she had to have you and the only way was to trigger ascendance and follow you along for the ride. You had to take my place as a result, making you the new God of the Blade.”

I clasp my head with my hands as this information is processed in my shock-addled mind. Slowly the deity sighs and adds, “I know it’s a lot to process. If we could have safely exorcised her, we would have. Please understand this-“

“Understand this!? You made me into a deity! You ruined my life! I, I, I…” I slowly calm down and look at Naomi for a long time. Eventually, I sigh and look down at the table, my inner rage calmed. After all, she had gone a great distance in protecting a stranger. She gave up her powers, her role as a goddess; all to save this two people she probably never met.

“Forgive me for my unacceptable behavior,” I state with my head down. “I’m grateful for what you have done. I just, it’s all so sudden. And now…”

“Now a lot changes. I understand. I know you will do well as the new God of the Blade.” She stands up and dusts herself off. “Now I must be leaving. I have other matters to attend to. I suggest you two get yourselves cleaned up and head over to the shrine to get an idea of how things work.”

Thank you very much,” I respond as I stand and bow out of respect. “I am forever indebted to you.” She chuckles and shakes her head.

“Don’t mention it youngling, and don’t worry about a debt,” She says with a grin. “If you wanna repay me, do me proud and watch over the shrine, the position, and this girl right here. Good luck God of the Blade. I’ll be watching you!” With that, she vanishes and I’m left alone with my sister. Slowly, she kicks into motion and starts to go back to her old self.

“We’ll discuss this later,” She tells me as she stands up and walks towards the main entrance. “Let’s just go to the shrine and figure out what the Hell we’re supposed to do.”

“We?” I ask her. She stops and turns around with a guilty look on her face.

“Yes. After all, I am your assistant now and until the end.”

“Wait, what?” I ask her. She smiles politely and walks away without another word. “Hey, get back here!” I jump up and start walking after her. She grins, opens the door and rushes outside, leaving me to chase after her.
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DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Date: 20 Marth, 1569
Time: 10:31 a.m.
Location: The Abandoned Shrine, Maze
45 Minutes Outside Honshu, South Kazemura


Noboru Tetsu-Migura

"Would you get back here Naomi!" I yell out as I chase her down the street. She laughs hysterically and flips me off, still running.

"Nope nope nope! Catch me if you can!" I grind my teeth as I try to speed up so I can catch her and make her talk about what the Hell is going on. It appears that whatever happened last night didn't permanently affect her because she's back to her old cheerful self. That actually brings me a lot more comfort, but it also makes me start to believe what that woman had said.

I didn't really believe her. I couldn't have. However, her disappearance act makes me start to wonder if all the things she had said are actually true. What if I am a god? What if that shrine is now my home? And what if, all those events from last night actually happened...

No. They couldn't have. I was in a drug-induced state. My seizures must have taken a weird turn or something. I must have hallucinated all of the horrible events that happened and it was just some twisted dream after a seizure or something. There's not a snowball's chance in Hell she would have actually forced me into a seizure and injected drugs into me to force me to become a god!

Right? For some reason, that last piece makes me unnerved, unsure, and un-

"WATCH OUT!" Naomi screams out.

Ever had that moment when everything just slows down to a crawl? Because as I snap out of my reverie into a moment of time where I'm out in the road and there's an oncoming bus about to hit me, that's exactly the perspective I'm in. As my life flashes before my eyes in the milliseconds before the bus hits me, I start to realize that I should have done far more with my life. If I actually am a god, maybe I'd survive. It'd actually be a damn miracle if I do survive without serious injury but then that would mean my foster sister did in fact do all those horrible things to me.

Ah screw it. 50/50 chance of-

"MOVE YOU MORON!" At once I feel a sharp blow to my back and get pulled forward at a higher speed. Suddenly, time returns to normal and I go flying to the end of the street over to Naomi, who stands there in shock at what just happened. I scramble to my feet and spin around to find out what the Hell just hit me out of the way.

"Hey uh, thanks!" I say aloud as I turn to face my savior.

Oh. Fuck. As I stare at this crazed person in robes and what looks like a skirt, she folds her arms and shakes her head. She doesn't look up at me, instead checking over her clipboard. I shake with fear and awe at this person, not because of the way she is dressed, but because in between her left arm hugged against her is a large scythe with a design that screams of over the top fantasy.

Either she's a really good cosplayer or I'm not crazy, my sister scarred me for life, and I'm probably about to die. She clears her throat and puts away the clipboard, keeping her head low.

"Noboru Tetsu-Migura, hear my decree," She says with a low booming voice. "I am Grim the Reaper. You have been saved due to divine intervention by Muze for their decree was to see you specifically unharmed for YOU Noboru are destined by fate to do something amazing!" She slams the scythe face down on the ground and spreads her legs apart slightly, adding "But know this. This is your last chance, for Grim the Reaper will not be prepared to... save you... ag..."

As she trails off, I raise an eyebrow. She sounded so confident a second ago. What the Hell has got her pausing for words? I attempt to follow the direction that her head is looking towards and look down at my hand, which is still scarred from the mark that was made (another point towards "scarred for life" now). A circle with a large x through it? What the Hell is up with this? I notice she's been silent for a while, so I try to make conversation.

"Uh, I'm sorry," I stammer a bit. "My sister made that mark last night and I uh... it's a long story-"

"Does it involve two injections, one of them a red serum?" I'm taken aback at her sudden question. In the back of my head, I want to deny that ever happened, but if I want to get any information on this matter, I might as well give her something to go on.

"Y-Yes." I notice out of the corner of my eye that Naomi was bowing her head out of shame. "It did." I watch as Grim jerks her head up and stares straight at me. Her eyes shine a beautiful red, much nicer than mine. She looks very calm and collected, with a very serious attitude. This girl, if she truly is Grim the Reaper, definitely has all the posturing and commanding of that title. In fact, I would go so far as to say-

"OH DAMN IT MUZE! I TOLD HER NOT TO PULL THIS SHIT!"

That I had given much respect too soon. As I watch her stomp around like a child screaming about "that fucking asshole" and "tons of fucking work to do" while waving her scythe in the air like she just don't care, I start to realize that perhaps there's more to this person than meets the eye. Still, if she knows about what the Hell I am and my situation, maybe she can shed some light on it.

"Excuse me, but how did you know about the serum and stuff?" She stops storming around and turns to look at me with a curious look. She approaches me suddenly and sticks her head out to scan me all over.

"Did, you not get the manual?" She asks me as she checks my back side. I feel a hand on my posterior- ass- and I leap forward in surprise. "Calm it dude I'm just making sure there's no mistakes..."

"Calm it!? You just groped my ass!" I yell at her in annoyance. "And no, I didn't get a manual! Just some crazy chick that was in my house claiming that I was a god and that she was the former Goddess of the Blade or some shit!" As I turn around, I stop myself from ranting about her feeling me up and give her a moment to recover from her look of shock. Slowly, she sighs, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples on her forehead.

"Okay. Got it. Now I get why I'm here. You're skeptical of being a god because holy shit, I'm a god and that's like insane, right?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Mm. Fucking Hell, don't they know I have a ton of deaths to take care of..." She mumbles and pulls out a phone. For the Reaper, she sure seems to be tech savvy as she taps a message rapidly on her phone and then puts it in a pocket on her belt. "Kay, fine. Why don't we walk to the shrine and I'll explain everything over some spirits. I'm sure you have a lot of questions and I'll be able to answer some of them, especially since your former goddess ran out on you without explaining anything much, right?"

"She didn't explain a lot, yes," Naomi reiterates. Grim (I guess that's her name?) looks at her and raises an eyebrow.

"How can you see me?" She asks. Naomi shows a mark on her hand, causing Grim to loll her head and roll her eyes. "Got it. Servant of the God. Well, let's get moving." With all the evidence that has been mounting in the past 10 minutes, I'm forced to consider that all of this is actually happening. If so, then it means that Naomi meant exactly what she said before she ran out of the house and forced me on a wild goose chase. She was my servant and I was now the God of the Blade.

So as the two of them walk and chat about the story of how I became a God, I followed behind hoping out of sheer luck that I can find a guide for morons like myself on how to be a god.
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Suddenly a voice echoes throughut the abondonned shrine. "She makes it sound better than it really is", A thick foggy haze envolopes the shrine and throughout the shrine it keeps getting thicker. A woman, a young woman looking to be in her early to mid 20's dead straight hair, tied up in a bun, wearing solid black business pants suit wth a match tie and white blouse wearing glasses and and what looks to be a security clearience issued by some government body draped around her upper body like a lanyard. The name read 'Kirijin'

She sighed and scoffed as she looked at Grim and the mortal infront of her as she quietly walked out of the mist. "Why are you still wearing that crap Grim, you look like an emo teenage cosplayer....Anyway can you get this oer with so I can process this guy already, Rin is pulling her usualy crap again and as usual I have to clean that crap up." She said sardonically, in complete contrast to Grims traditional grandure and seriousness, with Kirijin's dry demeanour and still very mortal whit.
Edited by Iyori, May 18 2015, 10:48 AM.
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DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Noboru Tetsu-Migura

As we make our way towards the shrine from last night, Grim and Naomi start to chat about the world and the way things work in the world of deities and the supernatural. After the incidents from earlier, I've been keeping my mouth shut, and opted to instead listen to the random gossip that they blabber on about. Eventually, one topic leads to another and they talk about that new world renowned boy band that's largely become the talk of the town. Intersection is what it's called I think? I didn't really pay attention to entertainment news so I don't really know much about it nor do I particularly care. As they continue to chat on about the boy band- both of them really like that one boy Thomas Stewart- I grit my teeth and try not to ask the question that's been bugging me for quite some time.

Eventually though, my desires become a bit too strong. I decide to bite the bullet and interrupt this stupid conversation on how cute each of them are.

"So why was I injected with a shit ton of drugs last night?" I ask aloud. Naomi abruptly stops talking and turns around with an annoyed look on her face.

"I told you already," She remarks as she walks backwards. "You needed to become a god so that I could be exorcised of the spirit that was eating away at my soul."

"Yes but why me?" I'm starting to grow impatient with this run around for answers.

"Because you're the child of a god or goddess," Grim answers without even turning around. "And because she trusts you implicitly. Why are you annoyed anyways? You get to be a god and she's basically your servant." Grim turns around, giving me a rather dark grin. "She'll do anything you command now. Even-"

Her silence comes as a relief to me as I punch the wall next to her. I am remotely aware how much that hurts, but it sends a very strong message to stop talking, a message that was immediately received and acknowledged. I take a deep breath as I pull my fist away, never loosening my hand for a moment in case I needed to make the message clearer. The two of them stare at me with a mixture of shock and fear. I don't know why Naomi's surprised though; she's the one who made it clear what the boundaries of our relationship was.

"That's not what I wanted nor is that what I want," I say softly. "In addition, we had a system and this whole thing just rocks it." I fold my arms and bare my teeth as I add, "I don't want a servant. I want things to return back to the way they were a few weeks ago before all of this even started. So tell me how to undo this, now." Silence. Then...

"It's impossible to undo." Grim puts on a grim face and bites her lower lip. "Your souls are intertwined. Breaking the contract means breaking the links. It doesn't kill either of you, but since you went through the ascension so did she."

"What does that even mean!?" I ask, my patience reaching the end of the line. She holds up two hands in a conciliatory manner before responding.

"It means that you can not return to being human at this time. It also means she is no longer human. She is a familiar, specifically an angel." I look at Naomi with shock and anger; she merely looks down as Grim continues her explanation. "If you break the links she will be freed."

"Then let's do it-"

"But she can never go back to humanity and she can be claimed by another." That stops me right in my line of thought and throws a huge wrench in my plans to undo all of this. In fact, it seems to make the consequences of breaking the contract far more destructive to her by comparison. If this whole thing is true and if some of the stories of old about the different gods are true, there are a few out there that will happily do some depraved things to their servants. And for someone so new at the game and unprotected...

No. If we can't go back to normal then I can still protect her from the other gods. It would be difficult, but at least she wouldn't be tied to me. With that in mind I raise an eyebrow and start to form other options just in case there's problems with this one.

"What if I break the contract but protect her?" I ask. "If she can't go back to normal, then I can't either. So obviously I'll be able to use my powers to prote-"

"Would you just stop!?" Naomi's sudden outburst throws me off and leaves me wide open for her to counter full throttle. She takes a step forward and let's loose a barrage on me. "I am not going to let you break my contract with you! You may be in control, but I get a say too damn it. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not!"

"I can break the contract though!" I fire back.

"Yeah? If you do that, I'll... I'll find someone else and form a contract with them!" And with another impediment towards undoing this mess placed in my way, I begin to wonder if there's even a slim chance of turning back to normal now. Nonetheless, my shock at her threat, combined with the passionate fury in her voice forces me to halt my argument for a moment and consider my options very carefully.

"You two know you can just renegotiate your contracts, right?" Grim asks, clearly amused at the argument. We both look at her with a questioning look and she smiles. "Oh yeah! You can totally do that if you don't want it to be some weird fetish thing. Actually it's kinda funny; most of the deities are so keen on controlling their familiars so the option is lost on a lot of new deities!" She starts laughing uncomfortably while I start imagining the rather fucked up things familiars are forced into.

"That's fucked up," I mumble.

"Most familiars are animals or Oni of some kind. There are a few human turned familiars nowadays though, but most of them have less depraved contracts, I swear." At least that makes me feel somewhat better about that; though not by much. I actually have to admit I thought most familiars would be human; despite knowing some of Kazemura's mythological lore, I don't a lot of it since my head's more focused on the political front rather than the spiritual one.

I suppose that's going to change soon though, especially if I want to find a way to undo this mess.

"Fine. We're renegotiating our contract Nao. That's not up for discussion. Oh, and if you refuse I'll order a renegotiation." I watch as Naomi's attempt to speak up and refuse the renegotiation fall flat in the face of that addendum, and she closes her mouth with annoyance. Why is she so unhappy with all of this? She's the one who didn't want it to be weird between us. I thought she was crushing on that foreign guy. So why is she trying to do this to me?

"Fine," She mutters. "Let's get moving." We begin walking again, only a block away to the shrine. Grim begins to tell us about the Afterlife in greater detail and we both listen attentively. She seems a lot more relaxed now that the tensions have been put to the side. As we walk up the steps, she begins talking to us extensively about Hell, including how things are really like.

"The fires in Hell aren't too bad, but obviously that's coming from the Reaper. I have a winter house down there actually, since the cold's kinda annoying to me." As we near the top of the hill and the shrine itself, a thick foggy haze begins to envelope the shrine. "Still, there are worse places in Hell beyond the first level. The lower you go, the worse... it gets..." She trails off and looks around at the fog. I notice her wince in annoyance and a deep sigh.

"She makes it sound better than it really is," A voice echoes.

"Oh me damn it," Grim mutters. Out of the fog a woman walks out of the mist. She looks like she's in her early 20s and as if she works in an office or something. The moment I think that I notice the a lanyard with a ID card on it. On the front there's a picture, a name ("Kirijin" it reads), a series of numbers and a barcode. In addition there's a strange symbol on it, as if she works for the Royal Family.

"Is that the royal crest?" I mumble to myself.

"Yes, but the crest also comes from the Core," Grim responds with a hint of annoyance. I wonder if she's annoyed with me or with this new one. "It's Muze's symbol." As the person whose name I suspect is Kirijin scoffs, Grim grunts with irritation, answering my other question on who her wrath is aimed towards.

"Why are you still wearing that crap Grim, you look like an emo teenage cosplayer..." The woman says. Grim bashes her scythe against the ground and gets a really angry look.

"Because it was made by my father and I prefer this style! It's none of your business damn it!" She's clearly unhappy to see this Kirijin person.

"Anyway," The woman says, ignoring Grim ("Seriously!?" Grim yells out), "Can you get this over with so I can process this guy already, Rin is pulling her usual crap again and as usual I have to clean that crap up." She sounds sardonic. It's rather contrasting to Grim's more lively demeanor, and it's almost a bit unsettling.

"First off, any deaths are MY job Kirijin!" Grim yells back with a harrumph. "And Rin can keep her panties on for a damn moment, this is far more important to deal with! Second, just because I'm younger than you does not give you the right to treat me as if I'm a damn child! I like the way I dress and as long as I am the Reaper I will continue to dress as if I am the harbinger of death! Because I am!"

"Can't argue with that logic," Naomi mumbles to me softly. I nod as Rin continues on about her capabilities at doing her job and some such. She seems... very insecure of her own abilities now that I think about it.

"And finally!" Grim adds, holding up her fourth finger in her countoff. "He's not dead! I've been given specific orders that I was to go through the introduction with him, even though I have no idea why I'm the one who has to do it when I'm not the one who caused... this!" She points straight at me and sighs. "Look Kiri, he's not dead! Can't you see his soul's branded?"

"Wait, what!?" I cry out in shock.

"Oh yeah, your soul's branded with the Mark of the Blade. You didn't know that?"

"No! I don't know shit! I don't even understand why the former Goddess of the Blade left her position to me!" Grim stops ranting for a moment and turns to look at me. A chill runs up my spine as our eyes meet. It's not because she's angry though. In fact, it's as if all life had drained out of her, replaced by a feeling of death and despair.

"I'm sorry. I... can not answer that question." The way she says this, the soulless desolation that finds its way into her voice shuts down my anger and impatience. Her eyes, having been wavering for that moment, eventually cast themselves downwards to avoid my gaze. I look at her, feeling less bad for myself and far more guilty for causing her this agony. Something must be tearing her apart for her to have a sudden switch like this, and I caused it to come up because of my desire.

"I'm sure it's not your fault. I'm sorry that distressed you." She looks up at me and nods. I simply return the nod and add, "Can you explain a few other things then? Such as what I'm supposed to do?"

"Course. First, let's make something to drink and then we can discuss what exactly is going on. Does that sound fine God of the Blade?" I nod again and she smiles a bit. "Perfect. And you..." She turns around with annoyance returning and points to Kirijin. "Tell Rin to cool her jets and stop causing stupid shit all the damn time. The world doesn't revolve around her!"

"I'll go make the tea," Naomi says, beating a hasty retreat into the shrine before I can stop her. I bite my lip and sigh. This is not going to be easy to undo, but there has to be some way, right?
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Kirijin replies. "Fine... I'll tel Rin to keep her panities on, although knowing her to actl like a petulant child.....Like a certain boss of mine... Anyway It looks like a new god is born.... Congtrats you have joined the ranks of divinity." She said to The New god of the blade in an apathetic tone.

"Anyway let me know when you guys get back to the office. I'll get started on his ID clearence." She then walked off into the mist and vanished.
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Date: 20 Marth, 1569
Time: 1:15 p.m.
Location: Club Fever, Downtown Honshu


Something sticky was touching her leg.

Grumble.

Something sticky and kind of cold.

Sigh!

"Fucking gross," she spat in a hoarse voice, sitting up quicker than her whirling brain would have liked and swatting away what looked to have once been a paper wristband. Though trampled, grungy and marred with an alcohol-based-muddy footprint, the orange band was still clearly emblazoned with Club Fever's logo. A dot matrix timestamp was printed below: 19MAR01:04. A sad, soggy memento from last night's revelries plastered to her thigh with what she could only hope was mixer syrup.

Heaving another displeased sigh at having been roused from her half-conscious horizontal state, Sachiko swung her legs off the threadbare sofa and reached her arms high, pressing the heels of her palms to the heavens until her back was tight in the first stretch of the morning. Tilting her head up towards the ceiling, she gave a chapped-lip grin and flicked both of her middle fingers outward in distasteful salute.

"I'm awake," spoke the young woman to seemingly no one, the seaglass green of her eyes still peering upwards through her mussed and matted bangs as if she could see the sky despite the beams and aluminum ductwork obstructing her view. "Happy now?"

Despite its moniker, the staff break room would more appropriately have been termed Sachiko's bedroom - de facto, at the very least. What was intended to be a broom closet had been purged of its usual contents and was instead hung with sequined tube skirts, platform heels, and tops that were either sheer enough or low cut enough to make mothers cover the eyes of their young children were they to be worn in public. A couch that appeared to have been a lovely sapphire color at one point was pushed up against one wall. The depressions in its cushions created by night after night of use mirrored perfectly a particular slender, feminine form. The employee bathroom - used, in fact, by a single employee - contained a leaky sink decorated in dried streaks of mascara and smudges of lipstick in the shades of a dozen species of camellia, with a healthy sprinkling of body glitter all about. Printed and hastily clipped photos of makeup and hair references were pinned to the small mirror, and the entire inventory of a beauty supply store was scattered across the grungy linoleum floor.

Truly, it was a den fit for a princess, and removing herself from it in the morning - or afternoon, as it were - proved one of Sachiko's greatest struggles. Some breakfast would help her wake up.

Brushing a thick braid of strawberry blonde over her shoulder, the nocturnal creature stood and took a few stiff-kneed steps towards the door, ankles quivering weakly from another night of abuse-by-stiletto. The staff room opened into a narrow hallway, whose walls of chipped and peeling paint had been redecorated with layers of jumbled graffiti. Sachiko traced a glossy black nail along the writing as she meandered, not unlike a historian running a finger along the printed words of a thick tome. Here "A" had declared love "4evr" for "K" in a permanent marker heart, and two steps down, Momoko had been offering her services of companionship for only 2000 sekoku an hour - a real bargain!

The hallway turned out into the main room. The door, chained and padlocked for now, was on the far wall, a full bar to the left, and a stage complete with deejay station adjacent to it. Another parlor lay around the corner to the right. To complete the scene, a sad disco ball lamp was still twirling in earnest on the ceiling, despite the unforgiving brightness of daylight seeping in through blinded windows, to throw a festive rainbow of dots across every surface in the room.

"Enough of that," Sachiko announced, swinging her legs in a surprising amount of grace over the bar top to retrieve the remote to click off the struggling little light. It gave its last tired mechanical whir before falling into a dark slumber.

Better, she thought. Electricity bill's high enough already.

Minor financial plight already forgotten, the blonde dropped into a deep squat behind the bar to plunder a mini fridge. Mostly-empty cartons of juice and plastic bottles of sugary mixers seemed to have been hastily shoved in and had no apparent reasoning as to their arrangement, as if the chemists responsible for these solvents had been in too big a rush to give a second thought about their placement. Sachiko grinned; sign of a good night.

The young woman selected a bottle of orange juice and found a glass that appeared to be clean. Standing to her full height (and then just a bit more, thanks to the heels of her boots), she sat the tumbler upright on the bar and gave the carton a good shake.

"Hey," she called, tilting the container bottom-up. "Get your lazy ass up and at 'em." Glass approximately one quarter full of juice, she loosely screwed the cap onto the carton one half turn and sat it aside, reaching much more eagerly to the top shelf for the really nutritional component of her meal. Liquid breakfast poured and garnished with a plastic straw, she gave another doe-like spring over the countertop and ambled into the main parlor. That twin of hers, seated at the end of the bar and barely propped up on his elbow, was no more a morning person than she, but that sleazy guy parked over in the corner booth looked as if he hadn't lost much sleep tallying up his haul from the previous night.

Sipping her ten-shot screwdriver and contemplating how a side of cigarette would have complemented the flavor well, she gave the strikingly similar-looking man a thud in the shoulder. "Aren't you losing valuable godding time sleeping like this, Yokubō?"
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Date: 20 Marth, 1569
Time: 1:18 p.m.
Location: Club Fever, Downtown Honshu


The only reply she got in return was a groan from the man, his head slipping out his raised and open palm to rest not so gently upon the bar counter, the sound of flesh hitting marble reverberating throughout the spacious room. A even longer groan followed soon after that, it's length seemingly lasting forever before it felt quiet once more. The silence stretched for a few more moments before the head upon the table twitch and began to move, mostly remaining upon the cool counter top but turning to lock a deadly glare, which was dampened by the large red blotch on the man's forehead, upon the strikingly similar that matched his own.

He held this gaze for a few moments, its intensity decreasing with each passing moment until finally it was gone, soon a sigh reverberated next before the man drew himself up from his slouched position, reaching his arms high, his palm stretch outward, unknowingly mirroring a similar position of a certain twin of his.

"I've met my quota for the month Sachiko." he replied smoothly, a lazy smirk making it's way upon his face as he remembered last night. It had been his usual affair as people flocked to him from a combination of his looks, and a leakage of his aura. He had mostly ignored them though, his sites set on his designated targets. Two Killish male college students that had chosen Honshu as their vacation spot of choice his puppets had informed him after the usual look out task he gave them to do. They were certainly easy on the eyes and he been in the mood lately for the same gender and they had fit the bill.

And so they had set things in motion, subtle and open suggestions about Club Fever and soon enough the two had arrived the night before. And were soon under the spell of Sachiko, dancing and drinking their night, their inhibitions slowly loosening as the night went on, and soon enough they were turned over to him, and he had begun his own work. Yokubō's smirk grow slightly, it had been a while since he had been with two at once and they had certainly impressed, he was sure he was going to keep these two a bit longer than he usually did with his other play things.

Turning his attention to the screwdriver in his sisters hand, he frowned slightly before reaching out and nabbing it for himself.

"I'm allowed to sleep in after that, it certainly was a entertaining night " He took another sip, his lips smirking around the drink. "You should be more worried about that bum over there." His head turning to land upon the sleazy man currently occupying one of the corner booths.




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Time: 1:19 p.m.
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Shin snorted as he woke. Last night was a little less than a blur, and his head was still fuzzy. He sat up slowly to observe his surroundings, taking extra care to not hit his head on the table as he rose from the seat. What seemed like a million empty cocktail glasses spread out before him as he sat fully up. He let forth an easily audible growling noise when he realized exactly where he was. He slid off of the vinyl bench seat, taking his white dinner jacket with him. He struggled to gain his bearings for a split second, and then began a lazy waltz towards the two hazy figures across the dance floor. He already knew what they were talking about.

"A look in the mirror might be the best thing before you go calling someone sleazy," he jested, still a ways away from the twins.

Donning the white, and now slightly stained coat, he approached the bar and used it to prop himself up. The previous night had been particularly successful for Shin. The drug addled mind makes for an easy target, and Club Fever rarely had a shortage of those types. Two girls in particular had approached him after being informed by one of Shin's minions that he was the CEO of a famous record company, and had implored him to sign them. He'd noticed almost immediately they were completely wasted. This made it easy for him to twist their minds, subtly of course, and show them what they would achieve. He had their signatures, and their souls, while the night was still young. It was all in a night's work, and he had worked overtime last night. Several new D-List celebrities would be making their debuts in Kazemuran limelight in the months to come.

Shin turned his attention back to the twins.

"And I have to say Ms. Sachiko, good job last night," he said whilst clapping lightly,"That was an absolute raging party." Shin grabbed a half-filled cocktail glass and took a sip of the remaining liquid before raising it in the girl's direction.
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“Good morning sister.” Said Neko way to cheery for 5 o’ clock in the morning, sometimes it like looking into the mirror whenever Nyra looks at her older sister by 5 minutes and trust her Neko never lets her forget it. The only thing different between them what the length of their hair Neko’s blond hair is down to the small of her back and Nyra’s is just to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Neko’s eyes are reddish brown like their Fathers, and Nyra’s are honey brown like their Mothers.

“Why are you so chipper this morning?” Nrya said with a heavy sigh and went to pour herself a nice cup of coffee. Neko just smiled and bounced a little as she kept making there breakfast.

“It’s just a good morning. We are still on for going out to a club tonight?” I stopped taking a drink of my coffee at this point and just looked at my sister. “Shit I forgot all about it but I should be done and back in time for us to go out, as long as I don’t catch at case today.”

Neko looked a little down at this. “Okay just text me and let me know.” I smiled and nodded at my sister grabbing my bagel and some bacon on my way out the door to head to work.





Nyra picked up her cell phone to call her sister “Hey Neko I’m on my way home. We are still on for the club. Oh Raito and Yoru are going to be join us.”

Wait why are they going to be joining us?

“Do you remember when I was dating Nikki? Well Yoru ran into us out on a date and we were making out hot and heavy. Well Yoru is now blackmailing me. During today’s sparing match I accidentally told him. He is threating to tell Mom and Dad about me. I don’t think he gets I’m Bi but still I really don’t want to go down that road with our parents.”

Okay. Oh I have just been told about this club named Club Fever in Downtown Honshu that we should go to.

“Okay Neko. You can pick the club seeing as I had to invite our brothers.” With that she hung up the phone and got ready to headed home to take a shower and get cleaned up for the club.

As Nyra was packing up her back her phone started to ring playing her Father's ringtone she had set for her father when she first got the phone. Nyra was not sure if she should answer her fathers call or not. As she was answering the call she saw her brother about ready to take off she signaled for him to hold up.

"Hey Dad. What's up?"

"Are you and Yoru still together sparing today?"

"Yes we are. Why what is going on?"

"I need you, Yoru and Raito to come over when you guys are done sparing today. Your mom and I have something we need to talk to you guys about."

"Okay but Raito is not at the station with us. I think Raito had class. I will go with Yoru to pick him up and then be at your house in about 20 minutes."

"Okay I will see you guys in 20 minutes."

Nyra hung up the phone and looked at Yoru "Looks like dad needs to see us."




In 20 minutes Nyra, Yoru, and Raito where at there parents house sitting at the kitchen table waiting for what their parents had call them in to talk about it. As they waited Raito kept cleaning his glasses and Yoru started playing with Nyra's hair while she druming her fingers on the table while waiting for someone to start talking.

Their mother looked at each of them and then sighed "Well how can your Father and I tell you what we need to and get you to believe what we are telling you?"

Raito looked at their parents "How about the truth and if we have questions we will just ask."

"Sounds fair enough" said their Father. "You see your Mother and I are Gods. I'm the God of War and your Mother is the patron Goddess of women who have been wronged."

Nyra just stared out at her parents like they where nuts, but as she thought about it some things started to fall into place. "Damn it Neko already knew about this, and she did not tell me."

Now her brothers where staring at her like she was nuts. "Oh come one you two actually think about all the strange things that went on here and the other little things that never seemed to fit. This put all the little pieces into place where they make since. So what does that mean that Neko and I are Goddess? Then Yoru and Raito are Gods?"

"Yes that is what that means Nyra" said their Mother "You seem to be the Goddess of Redistribution. Neko seems to be the Goddess of Redemption. Then Raito as far as we can tell is the God of Knowledge. Yoru we are not a 100% sure what yours is yet but we are thinking it has something to do with Spying and Espionage."

Just then her brother all started talking at once. Nyra try to help out but was still having trouble understanding it herself. It took them 3 hours to get anywhere with this conversation and starting to believe that they are God and Goddess. By the end of this conversation Nyra's head was spinning. She left her brothers at their parents house and when home to shower and get ready and maybe yell at NeKo some for not telling her about this.
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None too thrilled at Yokubō's pilfering her morning shot of vitamin C, Sachiko pouted out a lip still stained by last night's cotton candy gloss and crossed her arms in a huff. "You suck," she declared. "Dumb, slutty brother."

But again, in form true to the embodiment of nightlife, the bubbly vixen brushed off the inconvenience and hoisted herself easily onto one of the bar stool beside her twin. A piece of yellow confetti paper, as trampled as everything else that littered the floor of her fine establishment, had affixed itself to the sole of her shoe. She worked at toeing it off as the doppelganger beside her spoke of his conquests.

In all actuality, Sachiko was rather proud of their ability to work in conjunction so well as to pull off a gig like last night's. Those two foreigners hadn't struck her as being into the same sex, but with a little of her eighty proof magic and her brother turning up his maximum charms, they certainly had been by the wee hours of the morning.

And when Yakubō suggested that he'd earned himself a little vacation time, she couldn't help but laugh and agree, "You sure did, you cocktail-stealing ass."

The man in his nest of mostly-empty glasses was brought to her attention again only once he finally spoke, falling into her good graces by lightly insulting her brother, and then even more so as he complimented her on her hospitality.

"Oh," she squealed, using her toes to rotate the stool side to side, "I know. It's what I do best, after all, Shin." Hopping down and landing on the worn wooden floor with a light thud, Sachiko slunk back to the employee side of the bar, dragging that same manicured finger along the marble top and feeling her nail catch against a crack that had been produced in a particularly nasty bar brawl. Had it been eight stitches or nine required to close that huge gash in the drunkard's head? Well, talk shit, get hit. The real devastation had come in that the blood was quite difficult to get out of the cracks between the floorboards.

Offering Shin a wink once she was behind the counter, she pushed herself onto the balls of her feet and, swiveling everything from toe to waist in a move she'd picked up after years of dancing, slowly lowered herself into a crouch until she was on level with the mini fridge again.

"But if you're planning on staying here for very much longer," she announced, this time taking what was left of a bottle of cream of coconut and her own personal flask of spiced rum from a small shelf where the accounting information had lain untouched for probably well over five years, "then I'm putting you to work. My parties are the best, but they don't come free, and gods know you've racked up an enormous charge to your credit with my establishment over the years." Popping up in a springier, much less sexy form than that in which she'd lowered herself and sloshing a big glob of coconut over her hand, the young woman asked, "Isn't it time to close your tab already?"
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"So after that fight when I stabbed him good with my scythe, I never really heard from him again," Grim says, toying with the scythe in her hands. The Reaper looks up at me after recounting the first time she fought another deity. I stare at her with a blank look, trying to figure out what the best thing to say in this circumstance is.

"I, see." That's the best I can come up with? Well, it's not surprising given what she's told me. As Naomi comes back in with the tea I sigh in relief that this awkward conversation is closing up for now and in its stead something far more valuable to my time and research.

The past 25 minutes have been nothing but stories of yonder about "challenges" and "bloody murder" and a tsunami or two. After the first five minutes where Grim ranted on at her assistant about being called a child and after I thanked the strange apathetic woman for her time, we sat down to discuss matters while Naomi made something to eat.

"So what's it like being a God?" I asked Grim stupidly, trying to get an idea of how things worked.

"Oh good lord! Let me tell you something new kid!" She said, rolling her eyes and dramatically gesturing with her hands. And that's how 25 minutes of nearly uninterrupted dribble about her life's work- save for one moment when Naomi informed us there was only some pancake mix and some cooking oil leftover from the old Goddess of the Blade's time here- occurred, leaving me on the verge of bashing my head into a table.

"Here you go," Naomi says, placing down the pancakes in front of us. I watch as suddenly Grim stares at the pancakes silently, then stares at Naomi for a long time. This uncomfortable moment of silence is eventually broken when Naomi awkwardly asks Grim, "Um, is something wrong?"

"Am... I allowed to eat these?" Grim asks, her earlier confidence and grandiose atmosphere having all but vanished. "I um, you know. Wait..." As she nervously talks to herself in an attempt to coax herself through this unforeseen issue, I decide to make a mental note of this moment for later.

Note: Grim's confidence can go from shy of arrogance to absolute uncertainty.

Naomi however, is having none of this randomness and decides to intervene in Grim's conversation with herself.

"Of course you can!" Naomi says incredulously. "That plate's all for you!"

"Oh," Grim replies, barely audible. She stares at the plate and hesitantly pokes at it with her fork. I stop eating and watch her cut a piece and take a bite. She does so with such awkwardness, it's as if she's a child just learning how to eat pancakes.

"It's... good!" Grim says with surprise after swallowing such a small piece. I stop eating and watch her quietly. Meanwhile, Naomi puts further pressure on.

"Of course it is! What, have you never eaten a pancake before!?"

"OF COURSE I HAVE!" Grim shouts back a little louder than I think even she expected. Suddenly, her eyes flash with alarm and she presses forth, cutting her volume down by half. "Sorry, they're just better than the ones I usually eat! That's all!"

"It's, just a normal pancake," I respond. "You haven't even used the syrup yet."

"I... I'm allowed to... use the syrup?"

Even I'm able to know that something is absolutely wrong with this picture. Suddenly, I feel an urge to correct myself and instead of just one note, probably make it more than one.

Grim Notes 2: Has trouble with dining etiquette.

"Of... course you can use the syrup," Naomi says, with suspicion in her voice. I can see Grim's struggle to remain calm in the face of this rather unusual matter.

"Oh. Um, thank... you." The way she says this just feels off. It's not that she isn't sincere about her gratitude. It's that she isn't sincere about her comfort, and the way she hesitantly reaches for the bottle and pours just the tiniest bit on her pancakes confirms my suspicions on this.

Grim Notes 3: Takes as little as possible...

Gaining confidence in myself, I look at Grim and tell her, "You can take more syrup. We can just get more from the-"

"No no it's fine thanks though!" As she rushes through that sentence and starts to rapidly scarf down her food I'm taken aback at the whole scene. Eventually, she starts slowing down as the consequences of rapid feasting are made clear to her. She stops for a moment and winces in pain. Clearly she's eaten too much for her own good.

"Ugh. Ow." She grabs her stomach and looks at Naomi and I. "Sorry, I'll finish these. For the moment, maybe I should give you this." She hands me an envelope, the seal of the Imperial Family (or Muze, I don't know which) on the back. It's a white envelope, but it's gold embroidered. It has a faint aura to it, as if it's laced with magical qualities.

It probably is. And yes, I am actually allowing that possibility to arise because despite my skepticism, I have been forced to come to terms with the fact that me becoming a god is actually happening.

"What is this?" I ask her.

"It's what you need to read when I leave in a moment." Suddenly, she tackles her pancakes again and scarfs down what's remaining. I can see the pain in her eyes as she eats. It's clear she's going to vomit, but it seems to not matter to her. Eventually, she finishes eating and quickly pulls out her wallet.

"Thank you very much for the meal," She says, her speech speeding up as she pulls out a 2000 Kokoru note. She places it on the table and before we can argue, she stands up and rapidly adds, "If you need anything else, contact me. Welcome both of you and best of luck!"

Then she vanishes, just as Naomi begins to object to the bill. We both turn to look at each other and then we look down at the bill and the plate right next to it. It's completely spotless.

Grim Notes 4: ...And leaves as little as possible.




Location: Club Fever, Downtown Honshu

Grim: The Reaper

Damn it. Guess I’m down 2000 for the week. I’ll probably have to find some temp work to make up for that unexpected charge, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.

As I appear just outside the dance area of the club in the hallway I take a moment to catch my breath. The whole thing was a disaster. It was absolutely awkward talking to that guy for a multitude of reasons. The chief one of course is that I know who his parents are. Of course I can never tell him that because then they would kill me in cold blood.

But it’s also something else. I get a strange feeling from him that is almost impossible to describe. All I know is that I get a very nervous vibe from him, as if something has been unsettled in the world.

“It’s so weird,” I mumble quietly as I look at the tablet in my hands. One of the notes was something about seizures, but I don’t think it’s the reason that I’m getting such strange vibes from him. While I would like to figure this out I know I don’t have enough information at the moment to figure out the issue. I turn off the tablet screen and then it vanishes; leaving me with just my scythe. I place it in the umbrella holder and then walk straight into the dance room/club.

“The usual,” I announce to the three inside, without a hint of emotion. I know them all pretty well. We’re not like, best friends, but we know each other well enough that if I’m here, I have a reason to be here. I sit on one of the barstools and look around the room to see how they’ll react to my presence.
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Sachiko slowly blinked her mascara-tinted lashes at the girl who had seemingly materialized out of the nothingness of the empty club. Stranger things had happened, what with being gods and all, but the blonde was not overly joyous about Grim's ability to burst into her establishment despite the chained and bolted front doors.

"You could knock, you know," she groaned, beginning to feel the effects of a hangover creeping in through her temples and eye sockets. Downing several big gulps of her tropical concoction to stave off the inevitable misery, at least until she could really party it up again tonight, Sachiko put her mixology skills to use once again. "Bourbon and ginger, right?" she asked in a voice sweeter than the coconut still on her lips. It wasn't that she needed to ask. Indeed, she could serve a patron one time and have their favorite drink memorized for life. That talent had certainly helped her garner a remarkable reputation over the years and had drawn in clientele from the northernmost reaches of the nation. Asking for confirmation at this point was a mere formality put into place as not to freak out her flock. Drunk humans didn't always react so well to having her apparently read their minds, so it had become something of a habit.

Three ice cubes plinked against the glass and were inundated with a generous shot of bourbon whiskey and then topped off with cold and spicy ginger ale. A wedge of lime completed her masterpiece. Sachiko slid the highball across the smooth surface of the countertop to Grim before once again taking up her own drink.

"So," she mused with a smirk, twirling a loose strand of hair that had fallen from her braid around her finger, "you're here, so, like, I guess your morning must have been pretty shitty, huh?" Her drink now drained, she contemplated on what to have next. Something a little less sugary, perhaps. Maybe something with coffee liqueur to get her jumpstarted into preparing for tonight's fun? "Good thing you came to me; I'll make a-a-all your troubles go away."

Having decided on a cocktail of marshmallow vodka and coffee liqueuer on the rocks - iced coffee drinks had been all the rage these days, after all - Sachiko swaggered around to the front of the bar, nearly tripping and rolling an ankle on the clutter of dirty glasses and empty bottles decorating the floor.

"Yokubō, Shin, for real, you two need to get up and help me clean up some of this mess; I know at least half of it's your fault, and I am not cleaning this entire place myself."

Casting a glance back over her shoulder as she took up a broom and dustpan and thrusted it out demandingly to her twin, she reminded Grim, "Oh, don't worry, hun, I'm totally listening if you want to tell me your problems."
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Yokubō let the teasing jab of words from Shin slide as he made his way over to them, it wasn't like he wasn't telling the truth they all already knew, he was higher up on the immoral scale of the three, though it wasn't something he was necessarily proud of, it was something he had come to accept with his title, he let a slight smirk appear on his face before taking another sip of his borrowed drink, the benefits were good he could certainly admit, and if it cost him being slightly sleazy, Yokubō totally had not problems with that.

A slight twinge on his forehead, reminded him of the growing bruise there, and that definitely wouldn't do. Passing his hand briefly across the affected area, Yokubō could feel the little bit of healing magic he knew, going to work on setting his forehead straight. He had learned that little bit of skill on his last trip up, before he had found Sachiko some fifteen years ago, and it had come in handy in keeping his looks as impeccable as ever, healing any minor cuts, bruises or welts he gained in his daily workings, he needed to look good if he was going to draw in any new targets.

"You suck, dumb, slutty brother."

And there it was, a bit late but it always came, he liked teasing Sachiko this way, and despite her words, he knew she didn't mean anything at all by them. Heck they repeated this process every single morning after a good night at the club, and it had become a good old routine between the two siblings, and one that slightly reminded Yokubō of the few times he could remember of his past life, when he constantly used to tease her when they were little, his mind slowly delving inside them

Before he could delve into the few memories even further, the sound of approaching footsteps dragged him out of those thoughts, turning to the sound, Yokubō smiled, seemed his favourite little death god was here for one of her visits, though from the lack of any emotion in her greeting she seemed a bit off, his grin grew even larger, nothing a little tumble couldn't fix.

He watched as Sachiko began to prepare Grim's drink, her evident talent of refreshment of the alcoholic kind shining though, though her own hangover from the night before heavily apparent in his eyes, he continued to watch the two for a few more moments as Sachiko did her thing, trying to get Grim to at least utter a few words, but met with silence as she continued her mixing, before finally presenting the finished drink to the silent like a corpse woman.

His then followed Sachiko for a few seconds, his vision barely catching as she stumbled over something, most likely her hangover causing that. He rose from his stoll about to make his way over to Grim when Sachiko's voice broke though once more.

"Yokubō, Shin, for real, you two need to get up and help me clean up some of this mess; I know at least half of it's your fault, and I am not cleaning this entire place myself."

Yokubō then grimaced as she appeared in front of him, a dust pan and broom held out demandingly before him like he was the one that caused all of this mess, he'd barely even contributed to 1% of the clutter than now littered the hallways and floors of the club.

He eyed the two objects disdainfully before locking eyes with his sister.

"We've had this little argument countless times already lillte sister. Hire some proper cleaners dammit! Shin might look the part of a janitor, but that certainly doesn't mean I do, and I barely contributed to this mess anyway, just let him do it by himself, not like he isn't already used to picking up garbage enough already."


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I mumble a thanks to Sachiko as I slowly take the drink. Down the hatch it goes as I can't stop myself from ingesting the entire thing at once. I shudder as a tingle runs up and down my spine. Ah yes, the inhibitions are starting to wear down. Don't need to be completely awkward now that I've downed this lovely concoction of yum. And booze. Whatever.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice Yokubo eyeing me up. The fact he didn't already try and pick me up almost makes me grin. Guess he's learning. Every time he's tried, I've shut him down hard. Oh man, the most recent time was so hysterical, but I need to remind them that using a pig for that is really just not cool. Got a lot of heat from the boss that night... should've reminded myself Muze is not one for such things. What's done is done though.

I watch as Sachiko walks over to Yokubo and Shin to get them to start cleaning. As Sachiko starts arguing with the former over cleaning up the place, I drum my fingers and hear Sachiko tell me she's all ears. I sigh and press my head against the table, unsure if I really wanna talk about work and the new kid. I've known these guys for a while yes, but as I've said we're not exactly close. They may be looking to prey on another deity without me knowing; it's not the first time after all. Still, Honshu and the surrounding area is filled to the brim with deities. Even the damn God of Standardized Testing makes his home in the STI building a few blocks down!

It's not a big deal talking about the new kid. There's no way they could know about the God of the Blade or even realize that the switch has been made. I place my glass on the table and hold my head up with my hands to start chatting.

"Thanks for the drink," I said, spinning around to face them. "That stupid hurricane got a level up by the Goddess of Storms. I told her explicitly not to and she just goes "IMA DO IT!" and does it. Then she gets mad at me when I'm not collecting the souls of the dead and dying fast enough. Seriously hating that." I look at Shin for a moment and raise an eyebrow before adding, "By the way, pretty sure one of your stars killed herself this morning. OD'd, so thanks. I get to clean that up too." Suicides are honestly the worst. They corrupt the soul and make it nearly unusable, so I end up having to scrub them down by hand.

"I wish that Muze would let us move into the damn modern era already. I could get the tech boys working on a soul scrubber and purifier to expedite the process but nope! The bastard said they have to be done by hand and 'a machine can't fill the void of heart and spirit' as if I have either of them." I lift the glass and one of the ice cubes drops into my mouth. I start to suck on it slowly and give Yokubo a cold smirk before hitting the last point. I carefully choose my words- last thing I need is to get in trouble for drunken speak- and then dive into it.

"Finally there's a new deity I had to set up. No manual for the poor bastard either. Just the standard letter. Oh but they had a lovely friend who made breakfast and it just go so awkward, because of certain things. But I really think there's something to the new deity. Not sure what it is yet, but I do know that they are going to cause me a lot of trouble." I swallow the ice cube after crunching it up and sigh loudly to shift the conversation away from the new guy. "All I know is they're going to give me a headache. I can just feel it. So, how'd you guys do last night?"
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Sachiko, ignoring Yokubō's annoying voice and abandoning the seemingly fruitless task of rallying her boys into action, had hopped up onto the bar top to listen to Grim's tales of trial. Crossing her long legs at the knee, she leaned back on a locked elbow and made sure to look deeply interested, grinning as the other woman vented at their fellow deities, offering soft oohs and sharp tchs as punctuation when appropriate, dramatically rolling her eyes in empathy at the troublesome behavior of others. Girl talk was always nice.

The bit about the new deity piqued her interest thoroughly enough to make her arch a perfectly maintained brow. It had been a while since a new one appeared. Maybe the position was related to some new fad or invention? God of the Twerk? Of the .GIF?

Gods, Sachiko hoped not.

Not so smoothly, Grim quickly dumped the responsibility of continuing the conversation into the increasingly inebriated blonde's lap.

"Last night?" she repeated, jiggling her foot and making the entirety of the leg draped over the other bounce. "Just fine. Not our busiest night, but still successful. We had a pretty popular deejay drop in, and he got everyone really hyped, so that was great. I actually sold out of a few bottles of top-shelf stuff." Nodding to her twin, she added, "That one had a threesome." Repeating for Shin this time, continued, "That one swindled some poor starlets out of
respectable futures. Same ol' same ol'...."

Hopping off the bar, she walked over to Grim and put a too-familiar arm around her shoulders. "So what's this about a new deity? Anyone we're going to be running into?" A fox's grin was growing across her face. "I'll clear your tab if you'll let me know...!"
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