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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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[linefacingforever]

[...oh.]

[...well then. Yu actually doesn't know what to say for a moment. Because, seriously, what do you say when you find out you've been texting a goddess of the sun and universe? ...definitely not the same thing you do when you find out a death goddess put gas in your uncle's car before giving you a head god.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, then.

[divinebrush]

AS IT IS TO MEET YOU, CHILD OF IZANAGI. MAY I KNOW YOUR NAME AS WELL?

[linefacingforever]

Narukami Yu.

[divinebrush]

[She smiles a little mischievously.]

WITH A NAME LIKE THAT NO WONDER YOU ARE A CHILD OF THE GODS. I WILL REMEMBER YOUR NAME, NARUKAMI YU.