wake up in the morning, feeling like--a mortal?

[handshakegreeting]

Who: A human(?!) goddess of death and you lovelies~
Where: Starting at a cafe, the scene of the "crime" amusement park, and anywhere else...
When: Second day of the power swap week.
Style: I'll follow your lead.
Status: Open like the gates to Hell-- I MEAN UH ?

So, this is what it felt like. Not only to be alive once more, but a completely different kind of entity as well. Was this what that child of the potential had meant when he spoke of curses that could change you? Most intriguing...

Regardless, she would continue on with her day as though nothing was wrong. Though it was clear from the start. She was in her female form, yet could not float. Female, yet her eyes did not glow bright crimson and the deaths of countless mortals. The screams and final breaths were not in the air, yet resonated with another portion of her soul... What utter foolishness.

Cafe
Izanami first stops at a cafe, finding herself in need (for once) of human sustenance. It was strange to her, actually needing it when before she would only participate in the activity when it was polite to her invited guests.

Do you dare bother a seemingly normal human woman as she stops by for lunch?

Amusement Park
Eventually she stops wandering around town, glancing up at the many rides and attractions her feet seemed to lead her toward as she was lost deep in thought. It was rare that she would give way to such mannerisms, lose all sense of her surroundings. Not that she had much attachment at all to what humans would consider entertaining. No, far from it.

Her gaze averts from the ferris wheel and she doesn't spare even one single glimpse back toward it afterward. No, not suspicious at all. If anything, she seemed almost bored.

Comments

[messianic]

[...ah. That tone and the voice and everything is rather familiar--

Even the appearance, in a way. Similarities...

Minato blinks. And again. And he nods.]

I'll be more careful, thank you. ...Izanami-san?

[handshakegreeting]

[Congratulations on realizing her identity so quickly. If her hands weren't full, she may even spare a short clap to commemorate this occasion.

Or she could just be sarcastic and not mean a single bit about the sentiment. Who ever truly knows, especially when she's rather irked about her current situation.]

Yes, Arisato-kun? [Izanami smirks faintly, moving to the side so others could pass and she wouldn't be bumped into again.]

[messianic]

[...A blink.

And he moves to the side as well, tilting his head.]

Did the curse affect you as well, then?

[handshakegreeting]

It would appear so.

[And behind the amused expression, she is anything but. Though, she will admit it is nice to hear a certain voice once again... Perhaps a friend would be able to tell.]

[messianic]

[And he responds with nothing but concern--because it's Minato. That's what he does.]

How are you holding up, then? It must be jarring.

[handshakegreeting]

[She chuckles. Of course he would; after all, he has a power similar to one of her own chosen. It must run in the line of guests...]

Not as jarring as other experiences, I assure you. Still, I never thought that something such as this would occur. [Hey, Minato. Guess what she woke up with on her bedside table? :>]

[messianic]

[...Clearly, he needs to find this out.]

...Do you mind if I ask what sorts of powers you ended up with?

This curse is always a little odd.

[handshakegreeting]

[Yes. Yes, he does.]

I suppose one could say an 'old friend' of mine...

[She spares him a cryptic smile.]