[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/kNmO8zV.png[/img] [b][color=DarkOrange]wordcount:[/color][/b] 1,675 (+3) [b][color=DarkOrange]Amaterasu: level 8[/color][/b] EXP: [color=DarkOrange]////////////////////[/color]///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (20/80) [b][color=DarkOrange]Location:[/color][/b] The Avenger [/center] Amaterasu had a lot of things to think about, as she wandered the halls of the Avenger. From her remembering of her past to her worry about if the situation in the hinterlands would resolve itself to this new quest to take down a false god of light, there were many important things that should have been on her mind. She was not thinking about them. Instead she was following her nose, following the faint wafts of a seductive seafood scent trailing through the corridors of the ship. Since the destruction of the dead zone, the divine wolf had not had a single properly prepared meal (that was work for people with hands). As such she had been living like a wild animal. Scrounging for sustenance, consuming raw fare. It had been barely enough to fill her belly, let alone start to restock her astral pouch. Knowing how that felt was very much a big part of why she went out of her way to feed said wild animals whenever she could, irregardless of the Praise she got for doing so. Right now, however, she was going to feed herself, and any who got in the way of that would suffer her celestial wrath. Which could have presented a problem for everyone given that she couldn’t exactly order food herself in any sort of straightforward manner. Despite this flaw in her plan, while Harry went to try and loot the kitchen, she padded her way between the tables of the mess itself and towards the serving hatch, with the intent of popping up to it on her front paws and more or less hoping the server would give her all the food she desired. Which was a lot of food. Unfortunately, the feast had really cleaned out the Lost Numbers’ larder. There were enough leftovers that Bracket’s kitchen staff could bring out a fairly satisfying meal for Harry, Amaterasu, and whoever else might need a bite to eat, but any gluttons would have to ration themselves. Aside from what little crab remained, the only fare fit for an obligate carnivore the kitchen team had in abundance right now was juvenile sandworm meat, obtained from Martira just that morning. Even that would need to be cooked, though, and even if Bracket has the energy after preparing the feast, sandworm was no ordinary foodstuff and would need special care. Fortunately, Amatarasu was an omnivore. Unfortunately, she would have great difficulty communicating this, given she could not speak. Such was her perpetual curse, which was now stabbing her in her weakest spot. If there was anything to motivate trying to find a solution to this, it was her stomach, and so after pondering the subject for several moments, she came up with a plan. The wolf grabbed a napkin in her teeth, padded back to the counter, raised herself back up onto it before pausing time so she could paint onto reality. There she scrolled her view around to face herself, zoomed in on the napkin, and then expanded her three ink pots with only a breath in between pauses, causing a message to appear on the napkin in neat cursive writing. [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/8MKB/MWM2Y2FlZjkwZjczNGM4ZWJkODc1NzIwODQ3YTYxNDgudHRm/Y2FuIGVhdCB2ZWdldGFibGU/missbrooks.png?r=fs&h=65&w=1000&fg=000000&bg=FFFFFF&tb=1&s=65[/img] Three words was not a lot to work with, and the divine being was frankly embarrassed to be communicating so crudely, but she had needs, and she would see them fulfilled, hits to her ego be damned. Though inelegant, her method did work, and the kitchen staff scattered to find a wider selection of foodstuffs that Amaterasu could choose from. Still, supplies were limited, so this would hardly be a meal worthy of divinity, but hopefully it could satiate her for the time being. While her Divine Retribution wasn’t meant to be used as a serving platter, the hovering disk did end up being used as such as the divine wolf popped stuff onto it via jaw grabs, and then carefully floating the whole thing onto her back before padding off to go find somewhere to eat her scavenger’s meal. It also helped keep her food warm while doing so, the divine flames licking at, but not actually hot enough to ignite, her precious cargo Naturally, the cafeteria, eating wise, was built for bipeds (very rude of them) which resulted in her ending up in the one corner of the room that was fit for four legged friends. As it turned out, however, it was already occupied. After traipsing through the Avenger for a good half hour, Gillian had brought Caesar back to the cafeteria for a treat. He wasn’t leashed, but the majestic Great Pyrenees was calm of temperament and absolutely trustworthy. He’d already smelled Amaterasu nearby, but when the wolf approached Caesar perked his head up, his floppy ears about as raised as they could be (not very) and his tail wagging. The divine wolf halted for a moment, anticipating the worst in terms of overenthusiastic dog greeting, but this one seemed incredibly well behaved and respectful. Her signal of discomfort with being approached was read, and only taken with a little sadness, which was a farsight better than being bowled over by some foolish pup. Especially when she was carrying her food. That could have been a disaster. As it was, she took her time to set down her meal, and only then signaled she was ok with being greeted. For all that Amatarasu was a divine being from a higher plane, she was also a wolf rather than simply something wearing the shape of one. As such, of all the things she found indignant, the traditional bout of butt sniffing was not one of them. Proper greetings and rapport established, scents based ‘names’ acquired, Amatarasu settled down and got down to business of eating, doing her best to maintain some decorum even as she scarfed down the delicious meal. It would be enough to fill her stomach, but not her astral pouch, leaving her far more vulnerable than she’d like for the upcoming mission. She’d just have to find a way to offload her treasures and buy a buffet’s worth of food. Somehow. Three words at a time. Assuming she could even find paper to write on in that moment Things had been so much easier with Issun about, despite his prickliness and perviness, she mused, before wondering where the tiny wandering artist who’d accompanied her throughout her second life was right now. She hoped he was alright. A ruff from her side brought her back to the current life, prompting her to glance at Ceaser, who she assumed was going to be begging for food, but instead was politely inquiring what had her down. It must have come across in her body language. That was how she found herself talking with the only being on the ship that shared her native tongue. Or, well, talking was of course a humanism, as 90% of canine communication was nonverbal. It also wasn’t exactly complex, both between her convastation partner’s lesser intelligence, and the ‘language’ they were using being far less complex but still. It was nice to be understood, and to communicate in a way that felt, that was, entirely natural, for once. [i]Miss packmate from before. Small-strong. Worried still[/i] she began, leading to a little flurry conversation between the two. [i]Sympathy. Relatable. Big light. Then pack leader gone. Forgot. Found new pack. Remember. Then lost new pack too. Now here.[/i] the hound explained, before assuring her that [i]Sure leader is fine. Same as small strong pack mate[/i] She communicated her thanks, and then enquired [i]Where second pack go?[/i] [i]Big flying thing. Lots of not friend humans come. Many pack die. I escape[/i] [i]Sympathy[/i] she offered him, before inquiring [i]New pack stronger? Still danger?[/i] [i]Now pack smaller. Maybe small strong. Uncertainty[/i] That was concerning. The details were very unclear, of course, but she did not like the news that the Seekers had apparently been attacked and weakened before. Something to dwell on, and then look into. Loath as she would to sit through it all without falling asleep, but she was probably going to have to convince someone to exposition dump all of the additional context of the situation to her somehow. So far she’d gotten the reason everything was a mess, the false god of light Galeem, and how they needed to take down its guardians in order to face it, and that progress had been made on that. With this she was entirely onboard, such a great evil needed to be fought, but beyond that? Lots of gaps to fill in. Caesar wasn’t exactly going to be the one to answer them, but still, she was happy enough to keep communicating with him. [i]Also lost new pack. Different big light. Smaller. Make wasteland of shiver things. Wander away. Now here. New place. New pack. How is?[/i] [i]Pack mates good. Food good. Mostly. Sometimes less than want. Also need more outside[/i] Supply issues then. Also not a lot of going out of the Avenger for its regular inhabitants or so it seemed. Whatever the Avenger actually was. She’d need to find out that as well. Some sort of thing like the moon people’s arc was her impression from the brief description they’d gotten, but she hadn’t exactly seen it, having been left entirely out of it as a result of the fulton pack. It was fairly disconcerting now that she thought of it. She was inside of something, yet had no idea what it looked like. She’d need to have a look around it to get a feel of the dimensions at least. In a sense, the same sort of went for the world as well. She knew what the mortal realm of ehr home looked at from above, she was a celestial and all that, but what was this one like? Entirely unknown. She wondered how anyone ever lived with that ignorance. Maybe they got used to it. She decided to endeavor to not get used to it. [i]Food good[/i] she agreed, entirely unrelated to all her internal thoughts. It wasn’t a lie or anything, mind. The food was very good (though maybe that was just because absence made the stomach grow fonder in much the same way it did the heart), and she’d already absolutely demolished the leftovers she’d gotten her paws on. With the mean out of the way, all that was left was burning a little time before she felt a need to sleep. She’d need to find a spot to do so, maybe take that wander around to scope out the ship’s insides in general while she was at it. With that in mind, she stood herself up and requested that Caesar act as her tour guide via [i]Show round?[/i] He was interested, but was unsure if his minder would be ok with that. Said minder was, incidentally, a sentient slime living inside of a diving suit. Amatarasu didn’t bat an eye at that, the world of light was strange after all, and instead repeated her napkin trick, informing Gillian the janitorial slime that. [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/8MKB/MWM2Y2FlZjkwZjczNGM4ZWJkODc1NzIwODQ3YTYxNDgudHRm/d2UgZXhjcGxvcmUgc2hpcCA/missbrooks.png?r=fs&h=65&w=1000&fg=000000&bg=FFFFFF&tb=1&s=65[/img] To her credit, Gillian was only momentarily taken aback by this show of divine intervention, and was then 100% onboard with this, becoming a third member of her impromptu little walk around the Avenger, bubbly asking Amatarasu questions or just talking at her as people tended to do if she let them. Normally that might be annoying, but the slime had a charm to her, and was pleasant enough company as the divine wolf went snooping around her new home.