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[tribalwolven]

[Those around Mac Anu today are getting a surprise. Namely, a very high-pitched, distressed howl coming from somewhere in the city.

It's clear who the distressed animal is soon enough -- Gospel, soaking wet with soap all over him and wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, is streaking through the city on all fours, making all kinds of angry and

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[illuminatism]

[Way to go and ruin the peaceful atmosphere there with that howling and sudden crashing into the fountain like that, wolf bro.

Amaterasu - being the curious and worry filled mother that she is - carefully makes her way to the fountains edge and peeks over it. Nails scratch against the stone edge and her eyes narrow slightly at the sight of bubbles and soap suds floating along, near the spluttering Gospel.

Discontent whine is full of discontent.]

[tribalwolven]

[HEY, FORTE WAS TRYING TO GIVE HIM A BATH, IT WAS ALL HE COULD DO!

Gospel shakes his head, growling in pure unhappiness as he looks over to Amaterasu. He gives a replied whine, though it's more rage I WILL KILL HIM.]

[illuminatism]

[Looking from the suds in the water to Gospel, her ears swivel to the side of her head before flattening against the back in an idle manner. Something that sounds relatively close to 'ugh' sounds beneath her breath. There were a lot of "him"s floating around but the way it's said makes it more than obvious just who Gospel is referring too.

She's not going to move from her position of kneeling at the fountains side and peeking over the edge at him. Not even when she shifts her weight or gives a whine of worry beneath her breath. 'He was probably only doing what he thought was best.'

...at least she can try to level the situation with a mild compliment? 'Whatever he was using on you does not smell bad, though.']

[tribalwolven]

[Gospel growls again, clearly still entirely displeased, claws scrabbling as he managed to haul himself out of the fountain. Once back on relatively dry land, he shook himself dry, apparently not caring TOO much that he was soaking Amaterasu with it as well.

"I'm supposed to be a war machine, not a prissy pet. I can't smell anything else besides this stupid shampoo and soap...."]

[illuminatism]

[Amaterasu looks relatively unfazed by the fact that there is water wetting her. It was second hand water, after all. She had neither been forced to bathe or rushed body first into the fountain. (There might be some mild amusement in her eyes, despite the sympathy she is feeling.)

She snorts a little. A prissy pet? 'Well, I would not go so far as to think of yourself as such. You are still you, despite your appearance now.' Using the sleeve of her yukata she dabs her face dry. 'But human bodies are rather dull when it comes to the senses, aren't they?']

[tribalwolven]

["An understatement, if I've ever heard one. Whoever did this to us is going to have trouble with BREATHING when I find them."

Of course, by 'us' he means Forte and himself, though Amaterasu might not know that. Gospel snorts unhappily, trying to get the rest of the water off of him.]

[illuminatism]

[She merely looks at him with a half-interested expression before shrugging her shoulders. If she had a towel then she would have been happy enough to offer it to him. But she doesn't and the only item that would work in a somewhat helpful manner was the yukata she was wearing over her actual outfit.

"Is that so?" Her eyes show little appreciation for such an idea before she looks away, moving to sit on her haunches.

And for the briefest second the idea of trying out Galestorm on him flashes through her mind. While she has no idea if it would even work inside the city here, it would certainly dry him off faster than all that shaking would.]

[tribalwolven]

[He seems preoccupied with wringing what water he couldn't shake off out of his hair, so he would probably appreciate a quick-dry.]

[illuminatism]

[Well then, who is she to deny someone that she can mooch Praise off of lend a helping hand to?

Even if her powers are rather watered down, the breeze that suddenly rolls through Mac Anu is stronger than usual; heavy and filled with an almost divine presence. Or as divine as a wind can be while it's accidentally flipping a few NPCs' skirts in the process of being helpful.]

[tribalwolven]

[Well hey, a blow dry and a show. Gospel can be thankful for that. He shakes his head, obviously pleased that he's now dry.]

i am so sorry on how late this is >:

[illuminatism]

[So it had worked within the limits of the town; it wasn't as powerful as it would have been in the field (or even back on Nippon, for that - silly World and its watering down of godmode abilities).

Amaterasu will just be sitting over here with a rather content expression on her face from this discovery and Gospel's now dry state.]