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

[tsundyne]

...Heh.

[The dry chuckle almost makes her feel better about things. The curse doesn't seem to be bothering her as much as it does Yukari, yet she still gets the feeling they're in the same boat. She doesn't really know why... it's an odd feeling, and it renders her quiet for a moment.

But then she speaks again respectfully.]

Well, it's hard to tell for sure.

[Whether it could be worse or not-- or whether one is cursed in the first place, depending. She is studying her now, as if looking for signs of her curse.

But she is subtle about it...]

[handshakegreeting]

[Appearances can be deceiving, child, as can words twisted by someone who has been around for a long, long time... She raises an eyebrow at the silence for a moment, but inside... there is a condescending smirk. Yes, she is an expert at disguising truth with other truths of sorts; watching and waiting while others debated whether what she says is accurate or not.

Sometimes, all that needs to be done is to give a gentle push. Izanami smiles faintly though; this girl seems to be at least relaxing a little.]

For some, perhaps. Yet one can only truly know oneself, regardless of how many people we let close.

[She shrugs it off, still giving that kind smile. After all, not many would recognize the fact she seems a lot less pale...]

[tsundyne]

Yeah, you're right...

[She feels forced to concede at that, though she is by no means trying to start an argument. She's used to shutting people out anyway, despite being a social person by nature; so even including those she let close, the numbers are few.

It's silent again as she thinks, but then she notices the tea and sandwich in front of her on the counter, with the clerk waiting patiently for her to take it with a grin.

He hadn't even made any attempt to get her attention at all.]

Oh. Uh, looks like your order's ready, too.

[handshakegreeting]

[There is nothing wrong with that; the silence nor how she chooses to live her miniscule existence. At least, not in her book.

The clerk is one after her own (usually) undead heart, that much is certain.]

So it would seem. [She accepts her own order, looking to the girl again.] Though about what I said... It isn't completely impossible to understand one another. I hope I didn't insinuate otherwise.

[tsundyne]

[Impossible is a word she likes to forget about. Especially with SEES, there really is no 'impossible.' She watches as the woman accepts her order and contemplates on her own for a moment, before Izanami's clarification gets her attention.

She shakes her head.]

No, I think I understand.

[As would anyone who's ever had friends, really.]

It's just...easier to understand yourself, isn't it?

[Most of the time.]

[handshakegreeting]

[She is slowly beginning to comprehend the same thing, through another group of individuals who would rather not lose no matter the cost. But then, every generation she has tested showed similar results. They merely had not gotten so far.

Izanami chuckles at the last portion.]

Most of the time, perhaps. [She spares Yukari a faint smile; one that reveals little and lends to secrets hidden deep within.]

[tsundyne]

[She's stepped forward, and by now has made her own order, so it takes her a moment to get back to Izanami after that.

The smile is a mysterious one indeed. But just as not everyone knows everything about Yukari, she doesn't expect to know everything about other people. She is okay with it; she's used to it mostly, but--

Color her curious, as she smiles back. A small smile; subtle, polite.]

Can I ask you your name?

[handshakegreeting]

[She doesn't mind that brief waiting period. Nor does she mind the curiosity. There may just be something about the mysterious smile that gives a slightly more creepy tone as she speaks, however unintentional is may be.]

Michiko Shirasagi. [The god-turned-human laughs quietly.] It is nice to meet you...?

[She won't be rude and say her name right off the bat. Now that would be just too creepy.]

[tsundyne]

[Michiko.

It's a Japanese name. The familiarity takes a bit of the edge off the creepiness, although she can still feel chills down her spine when she talks.

She shakes it off a bit though, and when prompted for her name, she responds.]

Yukari. Yukari Takeba. It's... nice to meet you, too.

[Her smile doesn't fade. But occassionally, she will glance at the counter to see if her order's complete.

When it is, she will take it in her hands, stepping away to allow for the next person.]

[handshakegreeting]

[when in doubt, blame her true self Izanami smiles a little more sincerely this time, giving a faint nod as she steps farther away from the line. After all, it would be rude to keep others waiting even longer simply due to conversation.

Yukari... How nice it is to speak with another from the country she helped to create from the mists with her brother.]

Until next time, then, Takeba-san.

[...She begins to slip into the crowd.]

[tsundyne]

Until next time.

[She stares for a moment, distracted-- nearly forgetting why she's even here. But once she slips away, Yukari will, too. To a nearby table to enjoy her meal...

What a strange woman.]