[Shiranui is investigating the journal curiously, since her surroundings are now rather dull, and so your first contact comes from the massive, inky pawprint she put in there for fun.
It is then followed by a flurry of pawprints as she just gets silly. Though the play is short-lived, since her poncle friend is gone...
At that point, anyone can
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Did anyone allow their pet to get all in their inks, now? Seems to be quite a mess, I warn!
[not apparently in the worst of humor, though. Have a wobbly and unskilled little doodle of a face going D8]
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I hadn't known this was for communication.
[And a playful pawprint following it.]
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Nor did any of us, dear painter~
...can it be... you, that makes those marks as a paw might...?
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You aren't human.
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Amaterasu? Cherie?
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This is all so very wrong.
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Our time here will not stop our destiny. Even the gods cannot deter that.
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[...he can't bring himself to write, 'what else might I have wrongly understood, seen, done...?' So he'll swallow it instead, for the moment, and write, painfully slow]
'Tis good to know your presence here, cherie.
((OOC: ...ohgod and I love your Shiranui. ;0; <3<3 ))
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All will end as it should, child of the moon tribe.
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...The moon is dead, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun. I am your child.
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All are my children.
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