Naiki wasn't particularly paying attention to the orientation speech. Instead she was smelling the air and scanning the audience.
She could smell blond on the air. It was a lovely scent as always.
It wasn't all that big of a trick. Different ethnicities, with different genetics and slightly different body chemistries put out somewhat different smells. When one spent one's life learning to distinguish specific people from the whole by scent, it became relatively simple to distinguish whole groups from each other. Add to that a rather specific fascination with blonds and she had definitely learned to tell that subset apart from the others.
There were more than a handful of blonds in the building with her.
There were also one or two people that were less human than she and her siblings were, but that was less important.
For the moment, she was instead focused on comparing the various merits of one blond to the next. Though most of what she saw around her were just little kids - a whole ye
Eija panted briefly as she paused and glanced backwards toward the rising sun with a brief sigh as she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her sunglasses to slip them over her deep-red eyes. From her perch on the edge of the roof she'd been running across, she watched the shifting colors, wondering what it looked like without the glasses, but knowing that even taking them off she still wouldn't see the sunrise since the brightness would just force her to close her eyes anyway.
She lifted her hand to her chest and took a deep breath.
"Hello, Miss," a male voice said in a careful soothing tone.
"Excuse me," she responded. "I shall not be here long."
"No, no," the voice said quickly. "Don't be in a rush. Just take a moment and consider matters."
Eija's eyebrows furrowed briefly as she thought about that statement. It was oddly nervous and insistent and there was a heavy feeling of worry from the source.
The girl turned to look at the speaker and noted it was a young man maybe ab
Just A Girl
The day started with a headache and remnants of odd dreams from the night before, but there wasn't anybody to talk to in the house, so the occupant didn't bother to make much in the way of a coherent complaint, though she was working up to it. The girl, sixteen years old, threw her legs over the side of the bed and stretched on waking up, one hand rubbing at her forehead firmly. Her black hair hung in disarray down to her mid-back, strands of it sticking out in odd directions, a dark, royal purple showing at the base.
Her feet showed a good deal less animation as they shuffled underneath her off toward the bathroom in a dazed trance that a zombie would be proud of. Briefly, she directed her gaze toward the clock on the wall next to a picture showing a tall Korean man, his wife and a young boy. The girl confirmed that she had a good two hours before she had to be ready and out of the house.
"Ugh," she said, shambling into the bathroom.
The image in the mirror was the same as always. Dar
The wind ripped through the air between the close peaks and trees, carrying with it swirling snow that settled out over the wide, comparatively flat space hidden between the mountains. An old jeep trail wound through the rolling, uneven ground coming to a circular space cleared by at least somewhat frequent use, though it looked as if nothing had been through the area for at least a week, maybe two. A skiff of snow was starting to cover it but the storm hadn't been running long enough yet to lay down the winter's first covering of snow.
Silence reigned, aside from that slight, constant sound of the fast moving air, whistling quietly as it twisted about the stone edges of the mountains at the edges of the area, or down over the cliffs descending down toward the foothills of the Himalaya Mountains. That accompaniment rose and fell in intermediate bursts as the gusts shifted about and fluctuated from one point to another such that the center of the sound moved from one place to another.
This Looks Safe
"This looks like a safe neighborhood," the red-headed woman said as she stood on the roof of one of a number of empty buildings, looking out with a pair of purple eyes.
There were a handful of people here and there, but for the most part the entire place was empty. A bunch of abandoned shops and stores surrounding what had been a fairly large warehouse in more prosperous times. It would not have been considered a safe neighborhood by most people's standards. In fact, unless the inevitable squatters were considered, most probably wouldn't have even called it a neighborhood.
This was one of the selling points for her.
The other was the sleeping lines of energy that flowed into and out of the area. Whoever had set up business here wasn't a complete fool. The entire area was vibrant with creative energy just waiting to be tapped. Everything from the lines of the streets in the area to the facing and floor plans of the buildings had been designed
Sa-Yoo Scion God Write-Up
The Goddess Who Bears the Thousand Tricks of the Fox
The Daughter of Storm
The Protector of Those Who Are Hidden
Bridge Between Mortal and Spirit
Sang-Yoon Koga was a scion of Susano-O born to a Korean woman who herself was a descendant of kitsune. Her early life saw her mother's death and her own fall into the Korean child services where, eventually, she was sold by a corrupt bureaucrat to one of the "Pink Houses" or brothels. She escaped within two years and took four other of the girls with her to become street performers doing magic shows themed on various folk tales. Eventually she came to Susano-O's attention and had her visitation.
Over the course of her time as a Hero and then Demigod, she faced many trials, including the death of her lover, the daughter of Artemis, Ariel Cloud, whom Sang-Yoon quested to resurrect. Amongst her personal quests, she also had the more lofty quest to give those sentient and immortal