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[biteoffherhead]

[No time for patrolling the forests today. Those of you roaming in the forest get a free pass! Moro herself is roaming the edge of the village, or rather, where she considers her territory to start, and marking it by rubbing against the trees, leaving her thick, wiry hair caught in every tree's bark

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[one_green_eye]

[Mouth set in a hard line, Ginko has headed immediately for the forest border. The slight tension in his posture is enough to indicate his mood. Hell, Moro can probably smell it.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Since you usually smoke like a chimney? Yes, she smells you coming. She stops, standing alert.]

[one_green_eye]

[because it's been a while and he was totally flirting with your daughter, and he needs as much time to let his cold anger settle as possible, he bows a polite depth-- and stays that way until he's said]

--I have a favor to ask from you, if you're willing.

[biteoffherhead]

A favor?

[one_green_eye]

That's right. [levelly. Not an unusual thing to ask from a god, at least, and he's willing to offer about anything in exchange]

[biteoffherhead]

And what would you ask of me, Ginko?

[one_green_eye]

You are being sent out, because they need more to fight in their wars, are you not?

[biteoffherhead]

Correct. Though their enemy is not whom I truly desire to kill, I will still bring death to them.

[one_green_eye]

Mm. [he's quiet, looking at the ground. Never has it been so difficult to speak through his own emotion.]

[biteoffherhead]

Make your demand.

[Wishy-washy-ness is not something she appreciates, Ginko.]

[one_green_eye]

[yeah, it's not a good day for directness. But he goes on, in an undertone]

There is a woman from my world, who is being sent on the draft. She's a young mother. [his mouth tenses on the phrase, but his tone doesn't change] She has a mushi living inside her, like I do. [he looks up now] Only she is the host to this one, and it feeds on her. It lives off of her memories, so that she forgets her own day-to-day life. The names of the thing, people's faces, foods.... [he trails off, before ending decisively]

She's even less of a fighter than I am. But you have strength to spare. Will you look out for her safety, in battle?

[biteoffherhead]

[So she's looking for a human that smells faintly similar to Ginko, to protect. A thoughtful scowl touches Moro's features.]

How do you presume to pay for such a favor?

[one_green_eye]

You would know better than I, what is valuable to you. [with the very dangerous quiet that says it could be about anything, at this point]

[biteoffherhead]

[A low, calm chuckle. She ponders for a bit, before she speaks once more.]

...You were in love with San.

[one_green_eye]

[ASDFSHLSFDHFA not fair

he just blinks at her, like she's a headlight. He hadn't even been THINKING about that.]

[biteoffherhead]

You thought I hadn't noticed? I recall the same effects from the year prior, about this time in the season. I fell in love with Death.