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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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I've never seen bones like that before. And that was Paul you met. He is nice...

[Anyway...]

I don't know if I can answer your question then. As an angel, I don't have faiths like humans do. ...You said you wanted meet people like myself? Why?

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Ah, so you were the whiff I caught on his person. I know a celestial thing anywhere! He is very, very nice, and his back scratches and belly rubs and scruffy-scruffs are delightful.

I’d like to meet you simply because, my child. May I? Then you can tell me how you see faith, in the nonhuman way.

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I've never given belly rubs or back scratches before.

Still, if you want to meet, I won't object.

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I highly recommend it, as I do to receive it. The world would be a much better place if all of us gave each other belly rubs and back scratches.

I shall meet you where you stand.

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I'm just outside my house in Gaze.

...Do you know how to find it?

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Do I know how to find it? You are asking if I know how to breathe. Yes, yes, I know where I’m going. Smells do not lie.

I will see you shortly. I cannot wait to see your face and your voice, talking and moving about together. I am an old lady! These modern things with buttons and screens and more buttons, only a wall to speak to back and forth. I can’t say I’m much of an enthusiast; It’s too distant.

[ surely, in the dark of an endless night, a light as bright as the sun itself lopes across lands and brings the bloom of flowers wherever her feathered paws touch. to bol]

action

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[So, Kaworu waits. Sitting idly on a small wall that lines the street near his house in gaze with one knee pulled to his chest and the other dangling off the edge of the wall.]

dw...... ate half of my last tag??? :(

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[ she runs so fast (so much energy in all her legs and her heart), on the way over amaterasu may have dashed right past the required destination. a shortstop is needed, a little sniffing— right, yes, that way there. and oh, that's the boy. he is a beacon of smells!

it's hard not to catch sight of the wolf whether near or fare; in the eyes of an angel, she is as bright as the sun, but the light is warm and welcoming. the holy fire along her back dances in wonderful colors, of blues and reds and green or golden hues. her feathers and mane flow right along with.

the she-wolf stands before him, with a satisfied smile that says she is very happy to meet him, face to face. ]

dw... why...

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[Kaworu tilts his head at the creature before him. He can sense the presence of something... This wolf glows brightly like the sun though he can't say if that means it's divine or not. And what does divinity really mean anyway?

He approaches, slowly, looking over her, curious. The flames along her back are enticing, like he wants to shove his hand into them and see what happens, but he restrains himself.

Unsure of what else to do, he reaches out a hand.]

it hungers for blood

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[ if he did gain the lack of self restrain to touch her flames, they wouldn't harm him; they were warm, alien and had a celestial touch to the dancing aura. a hand extended? amaterasu would do the honors with a smile and wagging tail, licking his hand fervently!

"hello there," he might understand from her. ]

IT DOES.

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[He does understand it. It feels strange, like it's in his ears and in his head, but it's warm, like something familiar, instead of something invasive.

He shifts a little.]

So. Am I what you imagined for something celestial?

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[ she is learning how so many things here, so many people come in so many different shapes. why, maybe just like herself!

with the welcome licking out of the way, amaterasu sits herself down in front of this angel boy and paws for his hand.

”i had no expectation apart from ‘exciting to meet’, so you have clearly exceeded them. what is your name, young one?” ]

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I see.

[He rubs at his arm, almost like he doesn't know what to do with such a kind response. He'd never met another being that was similar to what he was that he could speak with and he'd always wondered if he'd be judged for his odd form. So to not be is... surprising for him.]

My name is Kaworu, Kaworu Nagisa. Or... my angel designation is Tabris.

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[ oh, he's very cute. look at him, bashful and what not contained within his limits. amaterasu bumps the inside of his hand with her nose and guides it to the very top of her head.

"do you have a preference?" ]

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[He thinks about it. That perhaps as celestial beings, they should use those designations for each other as a sign that they see each other for what they are. And yet...

Idly, he strokes her head as she guides him in the gesture.]

Kaworu is fine then.

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[ "kaworu, then. a delight. you look like a kaworu."

yes, easy does it. days get much brighter when they happen to be between to pointed ears, right? right, absolutely.

"my name is amaterasu, but i take so many names under my paws. ammy, ammako, snowy, mutt— you can even make up your own, as most do. i do not have a preference. " ]

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You don't? But aren't names important? A way to identify yourself as distinct from others.

[He frowns a little. Unsure of how he can look like himself and yet have so many names.]

Ammako then.

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[ "well," she begins, "when you're as old and as i am, it is the thought that counts more than the image."

not that names are labels— maybe just a more direct way to contact her. to her, that is. her eyes are almost closed gently to receive the petting. all of it. for as long as kaworu will deliver.

"when there is love, goodness, and light as warm as the sun itself, i am already there, you see. that is why a name for me is something humans have created— perhaps for that very reason you've given." ]

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I see. It does make sense that humans would do such a thing. They always try to fit things into their world to understand it instead of understanding it as is.

[And sometimes, he's more human than he wants to be. He shifts a little, still petting, but thoughtful.]

What will you do here?

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[ "you say that almost as if it were a bad thing," she muses. there was nothing wrong with making adjustments to understand. she's smiling a little.

"anyway— i will do the same as i always have when summoned! i will take long walks, short naps, eat many treats, receive many rubs between the ears, see new faces and make sure good is still being spread in a place so dim and dangerous." ]