>>22960 Then we'll just have to take them then, hmm?
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Your eyes feel heavy; protesting as you open them, the weight of centuries of slumber is a hard one to bear after all. Not merely your eyes; every part of your divine form aches and grumbles as you rouse yourself fully. Blearily, you turn your head and scan the god-crypt in which you've lain for so long.
All the treasures and things of great worth from the days of your power and glory; now strewn about in wreck and decay- a pang of melancholy assails you; so much that has been fair and beautiful, now lying n the dust, faded and forgotten. There, an urn, once the finest Tang dynasty porcelain; bone white with depicted scene of a dragon and a tiger; a treasure brought over the sea from Imperial China. Now, it's lies in pieces. A real, pity; you really liked that urn.
And of the spheres which were your greatest treasures. Crafted from the largest pearls from the dragon King's palace, and the darkest obsidian from Fujiyama; you had turned forth all your skill in crafts and poured a portion of your power and divine virtues into them. And they're not there?right where you set them down so many centuries ago?
Rage swells within your divine form.
Perhaps this day would have been a normal one for the Hakurei Shrine. Had you not noticed the theft of your mighty yin-yang spheres. Perhaps you would have roused, if for a moment, and then returned to slumber; the single mention of your name insufficient to fuel your mighty sinews. But not today; the theft would not go unpunished.
Through the earth and ground you rose; upwards, upwards, from your secret crypt and into the light far above.
Perhaps this day would have been a normal one indeed, but not for her. A girl sits at the shrine's wooden flooring, tea in hand; and using one of your precious spheres as a footrest, rolling it about lazily with her heel; A FOOTREST!!!! The indignity!!!
With a thunderous roar, you burst from the earth in a shower of dirt, roots and recently evicted small animals, landing on your holy feet, atop the neglected flagstones. The shrine! Look at it!! Is this what your sacred ground has been reduced to?" The trees have overgrown, lending the place a gloomy air. The guardian dog statues are covered in the accumulated years of droppings; looking like they're wearing wigs?but that isn't important now. The spheres!
"You! How dare you lay your hands on the Yin-Yang spheres?" You bellow, the sky responding to your rage; thunderclouds drawing in. She stands in suprise, dropping her tea, eyes wide, and mouth open in shock. The sphere goes rolling unattended down the slight incline of the hill, till it finally stops at your feet.
"What are you doing? How dare you!" she cries, shock turning to irritation. "Cover yourself at once! Or else!."
What? So what if the ceremonial garb had rotted off you over the course of your slumber. In your day, the maidens would hurl themselves at your feet, with or without clothing. What impertinence!
"Or else? You dare talk to your Go-?Something slams into your ?divine portions? with exceptional strength, interrupting you. A yin-yang sphere?how ironic.
"That'll teach you, you pervert." She laughs, looking slightly amused.
Oh really? With a sickly sound, the sphere loses traction and drops to the ground with a thud. With the wave of her hand, the sphere returns to her. But you're quite unharmed; rather uncomfortable yes, but quite unharmed.
"Unhand the spheres," you mutter dangerously, storm clouds brewing far above.
"No, they're the Hakurei clan?s. They've been handed down throughout the generations. Why should I give them to you?" she asks, looking warily now; no doubt she's rarely seen a man who can withstand such a mighty blow. It was a mighty blow, but your great sword is mightier still!
"My mother gave these to me," she finishes, hand clasps firmly around the flawless surface of the sphere. "So I'm definitely not giving them to you!!?
"Girl, miko, you!" you growl." Just who do you think made them?"
"Don't know, don't care~!" she sings, turning her head away.
That's it. What an impertinent girl. "Girl!" You bellow, causing a thunderclap for good effect. "HANDS OFF MY BALLS!?
There's a crash from behind you. A man, with is bag upon the flagstones, contents spilling everywhere; his mouth hanging open and spectacles askew.
[] You! You're my priestess's husband? Why aren't you extending the bloodline of my faithful? Your God commands you to begin. Now!
[] You! Who are you?
[] Ignore him. Your spheres are the pressing issue at hand.
[] Show her who the real master of the bal"-spheres really is.
[] Calm yourself. Irrational Anger is unbecoming for one such as yourself.
Feel free to write in sensibly.
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