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[divinebrush]

[Hello, citizens, you're now watching a recording of a curtain of silver hair and the sounds of someone poking and tapping at the communicator. There is an huff of breath, and then the camera is flipped over, revealing a woman with silver dog ears and red markings over her skin. She tilts her head curiously before smiling for the camera-- benevolently, radiantly, and somehow tinged with sadness. Then typing starts, slow and careful.]

HOW MANY PEOPLE STILL BELIEVE IN THE GODS? WHAT SORT OF GOD DO YOU BELIEVE IN, IF YOU DO?

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[divinebrush]

[She blinks in surprise, clutching the communicator and peering more closely at Izanami's image, almost to the point where her nose is touching the screen.]

IZANAMI. I HAVE NOT SEEN YOU IN A LONG WHILE. THOUGH I IMAGINE THE IZANAMI I KNOW IS NOT THE SAME AS YOU, IT IS GOOD TO SEE YOU ALL THE SAME. YOU ARE STILL AS LOVELY AS EVER.

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[Oh, silly wolf-goddess of the sun. What ever is she to do with you? She laughs quietly behind a hand politely.]

Indeed; It may very well be as you say. [She smiles faintly. After all, what woman would not like to be regarded as lovely, despite true appearances?] Why, thank you. I was about to say the same of you, Amaterasu.