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Yumeiko no Akame no Kami

Location: Building #1; Ground Floor; Breakfast
Interactions: @Red Wizard Ryū

Ryū seemed perturbed by the strawberry. Not that she disliked it, but the exact reaction was hard to gauge. Confused, even. Yumeiko lifted her milkshake to hide a smile behind the glass with a sip through the straw. A creature so old had never tried berries, but, from the sounds of it, maybe there wasn’t a berry big enough for her to even taste in her natural form? When the dragon that had been seated began to describe the worship she had undergone, the fox spirit’s attention had been caught. It sounded like they thought she was, perhaps, a servant like herself, or perhaps an avatar, but Yumi found out how sorely mistaken they were.

When their falsely mistaken-for-a-god dragon awoke to a collar, she was rightly peeved. It did not please her to hear that she’d killed them all, but attempting to chain a god with a collar, false or no, was a huge mistake. “You ate them..?” Her bacon and eggs came just then. Yumeiko picked a piece of bacon and nibbled at it slowly before starting on her eggs. She’d requested sunny side up, which she understood was more publicly acceptable than, well, raw. “I suppose that’s what they get. Worship you then try to chain you?” She crumbled one of the bacon slices in her hand and sprinkled it over her eggs before cutting in with her fork and knife.

“‘Patron’ is, perhaps, not the correct word.” The sacred youkai took a bite and thought as she chewed, “hmmm..” she swallowed, “the shrine is.. was.. part of a community. Anyone could come by and leave a bit of money, ring the bell, say a prayer. Maybe buy a fortune slip.” All things that would not happen, now. Unless, of course, she somehow managed to attract a community, with members like Ryū. “The seasonal festivals were always very fun for the spirits and gods and people alike. There were festival games and people in fox masks, I could even walk among them with all my tails, if I was careful. The people were always so willing to assume it was a costume.” Though the dragon had said she slept through much of her cult’s worship and demands, perhaps she would be more attracted to actual festivities?

”When our guests would come and ring the donation bell, I would often come to greet them, if I was present. They usually seemed to come back the next day, when I did. Not all were bold enough to try and pet me, but those that dared could find themselves blessed with good luck. So they said.” Those that touched Miyuki could find themselves with bad luck. Yumeiko ate the last of her quickly-devoured egg with a dip in the maple and butter from her french toast and picked up the last piece of her bacon, ”the shrine is upstairs, in our room, at present. Though, I do need to find somewhere more, ah, available for it. Miyuki and I do not open our space for the public.” She nibbled up her last bacon, enjoying the savory flavor as her tails flicked.

"I suppose we can have a, eh.. fox viewing, elsewhere. Shall we get some fresh air, and let the sun illuminate my coat?" The spirit fox gulped down the rest of her milkshake and stood. Her tails coiled around her as she did, and her form began to shrink under her clothes, resulting in a mass of cloth that lit up in lavender flame. It burned down to a collar around the golden fox that stood in her place, patterned with little black boots. She looked back at Ryū as she turned to go, waggling her tails as though to entice the dragon.
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