A Lovely Day for Blood! [ Open ]

[Haruka]

It. Was. Hot. Hotter than hell, hotter than Saiyuna. No really, she was burning up all the time, but this was intense! Oh dear, oh my. Why the fuck had she chosen to use this outfit on a day that decided that it was going to feel like it was ten billion degrees outside? Yeah, she loved it when it was hot sauce hot, but when it was humid hot? Who left the dang humidifier on anyways?! It wasn't even raining! But, thankfully she had her umbrella strapped to her back juuust in case it was going to decide to downpour all over her. Not something that she was okay with. Lifting up the dressy part of the nun costume that she had decided to wear, Saiyua would drag in a small breath as she pidgeoned her toes inwards and looked at the odd pair of loafers that she was wearing. Priests and nuns, all of them were quite weird. The outfits that they chose to dress up in... They chose wrong. Who obscured themselves from absolute view, anyways!? The young woman's green hair would tickle along her brow line as she looked up towards the sun that was hung up quite high in the sky. Blowing a bit of her bangs from dangling in her face, she would look over towards the clouds that were lazily moving into place. "Ya bastards, I see ya there. Don't even think about it," she would curse underneath of her breath as she glared upwards at the sky. Then, her strange eyes would seem to glaze over for a moment before she would look forward into a crowd of people. "Wait, what was I talking about? Ooooh! It's nun day!" She would reach down into a satchel at her side and grab out a book, leafing through the pages there with her finger tips. The pages were yellowed and bloodstained, just the way that she liked it. Really. Who else could argue that this was not a great religious text? If they tried to argue anyways, she'd be able to slap them in the nose. She had grown a few inches since she wore this costume last year.

Pushing her body forward, she would shove past a few people and then finally, she would grab onto a person and look up towards them with her dancing green eyes, a grin crossing over her pretty features now. "Hey! Slow down, do you wanna hear about the good word of our Lord and Savior, Jashin?" She would demand very suddenly, forcing the book into the face of the person whom she had stopped. If they smelled, they would notice that it was not the scent of blood, but rather ketchup made to look like blood. Awkward. "Well, do ya?! Come on~!" <i></i>

 

[Ryu Hime]

The man was a merchant and with him was a zebra loaded with stock to being to his shop. It was just one of the usual missions as pack mule; Shikora and the others were starting to get used to doing such menial labors. The man did not look interested and was not very religious, but it did peaked Shikora’s curiosity. To likely Haruka’s surprise the zebra talked in a poetic fashion; lyrics of five seven then five syllable repetition.

Jashin the holy,
Leader of the crimson path,
Blesser of long life,
But like all thinks has a price.
A strong god indeed.​

Shikora knew a little of the jashinism religion, but not much. Jashin is likely one of the few deities who humans worship that would not discriminate against demons and talking animals. The merchant begins to walk away and tells Shikora to follow. He might not want to hear anymore, but she does. Perhaps she would walk with them and teach them more about her god.

Teach us while we walk.
Tell us more about Jashin,
How may we serve him?
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[Haruka]

Leaving topic as the person who was supposed to join never did. #___#

 

[Ryu Hime]

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