Update, I still hate this place.

[She looks disgusted. Maybe a little nauseated.]

Seriously. I tripped on a dead cat this morning. Not like, normal dead, but like, "watch out, Jigsaw's on the loose," dead.

What the fuck, you guys?

[video]

Is there someone named Larry Vincent around? I'd like to speak to you.

[Action, prolonged]
Tenshi had been bored. Very bored. Sure, there had been a DDR-session, as well as a spar with a giant robot, but it just wasn't enough. She then figured, hey, there WAS something she could to do distract her. Maybe that worked.
And so she set to work, near the ruins. A hill was found, and promptly de-forested and flattened by using her powers. Nodding to herself, the celestial flew off.
When she returned, she was carrying imagination mud. And so were a lot of keystones floating behind her. After a large pile of the strange substance was dumped on the flattened hill, Tenshi got to work...


Near the ruins, a hill had been. It had been an innocent hill, peaceful and happy, if slightly tree-covered. Now, it was changed forever. A full Shinto Shrine was visible on top of the hill, several buildings, as well as a narrow path leading up to the hill, passing through several
torii, each painted red.

The shrine clearly resembled the Hakurei Shrine from Gensokyo, although it looked much less, well, desolate.
Tenshi was standing in front of it, nodding to herself. That had gone well! Only one thing was odd: Tenshi looked different. In fact, she was completely monochrome. Why? Who knew.


[Video]
[The mirror showed an odd image - a monochrome Tenshi, in all her 20-year-ish-seeming-glory, standing in front of a japanese shrine in a pretty forest. The ruins were visible in the distance, but clearly weren't the focus.]

You know what this place was lacking? A shrine and a shrine maiden! Who else is gonna solve incidents when they happen? And since we have no shrine maiden, and I'm by far the most holy person here, I'll do that duty for now, since there's really noone else who is qualified.

So, if there's giant ants eating your house, if murderplants keep trying to bite you, or if someone steals the moon, don't worry, just call the temporary substitute shrine maiden, me!

[Some of you may recognize what Paderau's up to from New Year's. For the rest, it's still fairly obvious that the woman in the mirror is dancing at the ruins. She is surprisingly graceful for her tall height, and this is obviously a dance she has done many times before. Hundreds of years of practice, and even the flick and heft of her wrists, the sway of her hair, the point of her toes, is exactly as it should be.

There's an enormous amount of comfort in the familiar ritual, in the pull of her muscles as she moves and flexes, pushing her human body into elegant shapes that were meant for a bird. The dance is not particularly slow, but she does not lose her balance even when twirling, even when jumping, even when she pushes up on her toes, her entire body poised. She has an incredible amount of presence, an infectious joy, a glow. But then, the last may be a bit literal. There is a luster clinging to her skin, a faint orange brilliance that grows brighter the longer she dances and the faster and more consumed her movements become.

Inevitably, the glow turns to flame and the flame turns to inferno, sparking with every stomp and flaring with every gesture. She would dare anyone nearby to resist the urge to dance with her when the air is so alive. She would dare them to deny that they can hear the same music that beats in her blood.

Better than sex, and when her fires have begun to fade, she's left grinning, panting, sweaty.]

Guess we're not having a mass orgy or a virgin sacrifice for the equinox, huh.



[[ooc; those links are just me being silly. and the rites of spring fucking terrifies me. I'm also going to answer any tags in the morning.]]