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Hello, rambunctious children, with your magical self-writing rocks and magic-yous. I smell so many different yous, by the way! All these shapeshifter-sorts, angel-sorts and demon-sorts. Oh, demons, I’d be delighted to meet you, but if you are like the odds of dear Michael, then carry on. I will not bite. You all are welcome to call me what your heart tells you to, but Ammy, as much as Ammako, have always been the ones to soften my spots.

I'm very aware of the sun's disappearance, and these cursed lands have not allowed it to rise as of late, but, if you are to ask for it, in your thoughts and in your hearts, it shall come to you. Your plantlife shall flourish, your waters cleansed, and perhaps the air you breathe will taste less like a boiling pot of rot down your throat. In the meantime, it shall find a way. It always does. Fear not!

And if you have little interest in these things, then tell me, I am most curious: what is faith, to the lot of you? I am in the mood for the Good Chats as I carry on with my duties, yes.

Oh, and one more thing! If anyone manages to come across a bundle of bones that look and smell of the holy sort by the by, may I have them? They are my favorite snack.

[ as a note, people are welcome to find ōkami items! ]

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[ that was it; they have done well. patient as ever, amaterasu waited, waited until the boy followed the girl, and both their hands were buried beneath white fluff. the wolf stretches, bends her front paws to her chest and gives a lazy roll sideways, watching their faces from an upside down angle that flapped her black lips to show a comedic grin of teeth.

and a question? how can she respond more directly, without keeping her thoughts to vocal grumbles? hm—

peter’s omni rings, wherever it may be. amaterasu’s own omni comes to life as her omen, for good measure: a happily spinning, miniature dolphin that leaves in its hovering wake sparks and mists of white. the message is conveyed either way, of elegant strokes and handwriting, of a female’s voice, deep with age and gentle in affirmation: ]

Some Mores, please.

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[ Luna's positively charmed by the strange, ethereal creature. She relaxes far quicker than Peter does, at ease with the creature far more than she is with most people. Animals, creatures have always been something she's very fond of. And oh, she's lovely—! The initial carefulness soon melts away into something more braver, more confidence —emboldened by her calmness, even giggling softly as the wolf turns over onto her back. ]

See? She's alright. [ She looks to Peter with an encouraging smile, giving the wolf another affectionate scritch before the sound of Peter's Omni makes her turn to the direction of it. But not only that, the appearance of another creature hovering in the air, spinning. A dolphin...?

Luna pauses in her petting, stunned in her realisation before she looks down at the wolf once more. Oh—! This is a... Sleeper? ]

Some Mores. What are Some Mores—? [ There's a pause as she sounds out a couple of times. She's very confused. ] ... S'Mores—?

[ Why does the Sleeper Wolf want S'Mores...? ]

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( For a long moment, Peter's still in some strange half-fog state, some blend of himself and the Other Thing — but maybe mostly still fueled by Paimon. Fingers stroking the Being's fur slowly, regarding her with a hushed reverence. What is her Purpose for coming... Surely it's something quite severe...

That state continues as the small dolphin comes swooping in, and the demon understands, eyes widening. The Omen is as Important as its companion, and he's staring wide eyed as the voice comes—

—asking for

S'mores

....The odd hush breaks from Peter, and he blinks back fully to himself in his stupor, no longer demon, just boy. Very stupefied boy. Wait, what, did he just hear... He hears Luna repeating it, trying to make sense of it, and as she does, the boy is wordlessly mouthing it... S'mores......... Only to suddenly gape at the wolf in sudden realisation. WAIT. WAIT, FUCK. )

You're.... ( He gives a quiet gasp. ) ....the person I talked to on the Network?

( Yes Luna, he talked to some mysterious stranger on the Network and somehow ended up inviting them over. Turns out! She's some ethereal wolf goddess thing and she's here to eat a snack item! )

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[ oh, the anticipation to that. amaterasu's ears perk high and her maw relaxes, open and closed and opened until her pants escalate, her pawing at the air becomes rapid, and— oh, dear, peter. you're going to give her a zoomie. and she's about to, pausing with her tail flagging and her front paws splayed to keep her rump high.

there is only one way to answer this: ruff! but the real question is— will their next move cause her to zoom—?! ]

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You invited someone over for S'Mores. [ Oh. Well that's kind of nice? Even if there seems to be the missed fact that Peter didn't realise who he was talking to? It's still quite nice. And well, it sounds like a nice idea — Luna actually kind of wants S'Mores now, too.

Her face brightens, turning to look at Peter. Please say they can actually make some S'Mores. It'd be rude for the nice ethereal wolf to come all this way for nothing. He did promise her S'Mores. ]

... can we make them?

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( Peter's still wearing a completely baffled expression, looking from Luna to the wolf and then back again. They're both looking up at him every expectantly........ )

Uhhhhh.... I— I guess so? Sure....

( He's blinking as he tries to make sense of this, and turns towards the cabinets. )

I'd already bought the stuff for them after I talked to her... so it's all here...

( Peter looks back down at the wolf, still visibly nervous of her. Sorry Ammy, he's probably the only person in all of Trench who's afraid of you.... but he's still going to start getting the ingredients down: a bar of chocolate he'd managed to get, a tin of marshmallows, the crackers.

Do you know what time it is now? Zoomies Time. )