the sun rises (ota)

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Who: amaterasu & you! (and some closed prompts)
What: mostly the blooming of the guardian saplings in their designated locations; refer to the page! also a reminder to check ammy's info page regarding her appearance to your character, if you already haven't!
When: throughout may
Where: arouuuuuu--

Content Warnings: plant body horror + harm being done to an animal in one of the closed prompts, monster body horror for anyone who wants to tag with their monster dreams!

[ during the first few daylights of may, amaterasu is diligently at work; she trots almost nonstop left and right to visit the small, green little saplings that would become strong with the sun. it's always so cloudy in trench though, even if daylight is finally upon them after an entire month of darkness. on the morning of the eighth, there is something different about this sunrise; a distant wolf's howl accompanies its ascension as the rays shower trench in a way it possibly never has. it's warm, welcoming, and wishes a brilliant day to all of those who greet it (especially mothers— she's only now just found out about mother's day).



at the locations of the Mental Health and Recovery Clinic, Trenchwood Farm, The Sanctuary and Farther Shores, one may either see the phenomena happening or be drawn to the blooms already in full: the once hardworking greenlings have grown unreasonably fast into reaching trees, bark and all. they're missing something— until it happens. an unseen force encourages them to bloom, and in an instant, the cherry blossoms burst with life, with energy and a powerful, energetic kick into the polluted soil its roots bury in. it doesn't stretch far, but it helps, and it tries its best to maintain the soil and water around it clean and purified. those sensitive to the supernatural will feel a palpable lift in the pollution where these trees are situated, that they are of great origin, important, sacred. animals will naturally be drawn to them, and so will people. for their beauty, for their shelter, and of course, for their purity and bridge to being closer to nature. even those who are not supernaturally inclined will undoubtedly feel at peace under these gentle giants. what's not to feel peaceful about, viewing the cherry blossoms gently hovering in the breeze that greets you under the shady branches?

you might even be there to catch the sight of a white wolf admiring her handiwork. or, perhaps . . . that's not a wolf at all. a woman, a little rabbit, or even a snow-white horse (or, is that . . . a dragon?). it's hard to tell with this shapeshifting blanket she was given, and amaterasu has delighted herself in bringing it everywhere for its comfort (you can tell; it's already pretty dirty, but it's not as if she cares). ]

(ooc: just as a note, amaterasu can either come in her regular wolf-shape or a temporary form, either human, statue or one of the other brush gods! please let me know if you have a preference, to maintain or shapeshift (and the desired shape, if any)! if there is no preference, i will randomize! hmu at @liberos.plurk if you would like to plot further!)

Comments

[eudaimonikos]

Pretty sure it just looks like a rock.

[?????

It's possible he's never really considered it from the perspective of someone standing on Earth. He's so rarely been there, after all. That one year, he'd mostly been pretty occupied with the humans.]

That seems a little petty. I mean, plenty of folks are bad cooks.

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[ "i will give her credit today— she has grown, and knows better, now. we are all growing children at some point."

it is . . . very like amaterasu to never speak too badly of someone. her understanding comes first, unless they are a demon of the malevolent variety, then she'll gladly gossip.

"for some reason, i feel like you have never truly looked upon the moon. would you like to, today?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

Yeah, that's true.

[Far be it from Michael to drag someone else who's worked on themselves!]

Uh - sure, okay. I think the moon here is a person, maybe? Pretty sure Cynthia's up there.

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[ "moon presence, is it? i wonder if she will be cross if i summon her."

she looks upwards, to michael.

"what do you think?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

I think it's been a long time since I knew her, for her.

[Michael looks up contemplatively. He'd never been close to her, really; he wasn't especially close to any of the old Deerington people. But he'd liked her, for as far as he knew her.]

But she was always nice. She meant well, I think.

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[ ”let us see then, if she minds a summon of a few minutes earlier.”

amaterasu looks above them and strokes a crescent into the sky with her celestial paint brush. lo and behold, the sun sets fast, and the shine of the moon appears where she had painted. gently, her tail wags.

“hello, cynthia. look, michael— the shapes. it looks like a rabbit with a hammer.”

woof! the statue wolf barks. obviously, it may be different for everyone. most people say they see a face, if they’ve grown up west. ]

[eudaimonikos]

Uh, did you just...?

[She sure did just make it nighttime! Is that like...okay?]

Oh - oh, the craters. [He looks for a moment. Michael doesn't really have any cultural context surrounding this; his friends are all Western, but they've never really discussed this.] Okay, yeah, I see it.

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[ a ten-minute antecedence shouldn't be a problem . . . it's not as if she brings to moon in at noon!

"yes, the craters. the same way clouds float into shapes, there are shapes everywhere. and of the stars . . . . do you know of any constellations, in trench?"]

[eudaimonikos]

You know, no one's ever mentioned them to me! We never did that back home - you know, saw them from different angles all the time - but the humans did. I always thought that was interesting of them.

[He sits, still looking up at the moon.]

I've always admired their capacity for creativity.

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[ meanwhile ammy is sitting here staring up at the sky doing the lord’s work. the moon doesn’t get bigger, exactly, but it does indeed clear some to see the stars. some stars shine brighter than others. oh . . . very brightly.

”they are the only ones i’ve seen build things from a scratch of imagination. truly wonderful, capable beings. that and more is why i believe in them so much.” ]

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael smiles.]

Yeah, exactly, I feel the same way! They're pretty cool. Demons aren't really creative, normally, we've never done anything all that interesting.

[Lots of torture, but that's about it in his opinion.]

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[ amaterasu actually chuckles. a deep, throat little huh huh huh.

"i am sorry that i'll have to agree with you, michael. the prince of darkness once on my lands was a sphere. why is that so?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

...huh. We do all look different, but I've never known anybody who was just a sphere.

[There's a lot of variety. They don't all even resemble Earth animals very closely, though many do; Michael's in the majority there, at least.]

Could it have been a very large shell?

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[ amaterasu shakes herself— it looks like the stony appearance is beginning to wear off. tufts of fur, everywhere! she even has to tackle to itches with a hind leg scratch behind the ear.

"correct; a larger shell to protect a smaller one— and within it, an even smaller, defective little monster." she snorts at that. yami was just, ugh. formidable and a pain, as the ugly side of humanity was. wait, doesn't michael live in a shell? she immediately lifts her head and erects her back with wide eyes. "i mean no disrespect to you, of course." ]

[eudaimonikos]

'S fine.

[He considers it more of a skinsuit than a shell; it's squishy! And if he's a disgusting monster underneath - well, he knows that, that's why he's got the hood and shades right now.]

We never had princes, but it seems like demons in most other worlds I've heard of do. Seems silly to have a monarchy if no one's ever gonna die or have kids.

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[ but squids are cute, though. that is fact.

"now that you mention it, there is not a king before it . . . how strange. is it appealing to young folk, to be called prince rather than king?" ]

[eudaimonikos]

Hm. No idea.

[Michael's certainly not young folk.]

Humans like telling stories about princes, right? Maybe that's it.

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[ “or princesses.” she muses to that, then opens her chops wide to yawn. laying down by his feet was a good idea.

”do they tell stories of you, michael?” ]

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, no.

[Michael leans back, pulling his cloak a little closer around himself.]

They don't know I exist until after they're dead anyway. I did spend some time on Earth once, but that's really not - oh, huh. [He thinks for a second.] Actually, I think we sort of became an urban legend on the college campus we were living on? We had to keep the kids away, so we could do our work...sort of convinced them all the building was haunted.

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[ ohhh, michael. that is so mean.

she loves it, and happily pants while looking around them in that very sort of aimless dog way.

”that is devious and clever. what were they told?” ]

[eudaimonikos]

Well, my friend Janet - she's a repository of all the knowledge in the universe. The floor was abandoned anyway, so the first time someone came up there, she stood outside the elevator doors and addressed them by their full name, and date and place of birth. Just smiling, you know, like she does. That freaked them out.

My part wasn't really on purpose, but I spent too much time pretending to be a librarian and now they think there's a ghost librarian.

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[ "oh-hoh, the ghost of books and knowledge! your hair is white enough for the part."

she seems to be giving him a once-over. hmm— tail wag! slow and steady!

"in those clothes, i'm sure they'd be terrified." ]

[eudaimonikos]

[He laughs, a little wryly.]

Well, I wasn't dressed like this! But I think my taste is a little...old-fashioned for modern humans, maybe.

[They still do wear suits and ties, but not really on the regular like they used to.]

did i....... miss this notif...... :( (if this is too old please feel free to handwave!)

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[ there's a nice smile! a sign that she has said a right.

"well, i think you are quite dapper. then again, i am not as modern." ]