>>1456 Peace, friend. This is only a temporary limitation.
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You still feel somewhat awed by her, but clearly your first impression was not terribly accurate. Goddess she may be, but a stickler for protocol she is most definitely not. Time for a second impression. She wants a good look at you? Then you'll get a good look at her. You stand up straight and raise your head to look her straight in the eye.
You don't quite manage that, but you do end up getting a VERY good look at her.
As soon as you start standing, she stretches her whole body luxuriously, curling one arm, then the other, putting herself up on tip-toes, and arching her back. Pushing her chest right into your line of vision. She's standing so close, it's almost actually in your eyes. Her shirt tightens so much from the outward pressure, you think you can actually make out her nipples. Just as you're thinking, no way, she'd have to be hanging free for that to happen, no support whatsoever, you don't know everything about women but you just don't do that when you're this big, she relaxes and drops back down to the flats of her feet. The way they jiggle and bounce from the movement and impact confirms it. One of the benefits of being divine. The mirror hanging between them reflects your face, slack-jawed and staring. Catching sight of this finally breaks the spell. You close your mouth and snap your eyes back up to her face. Her smiling, mischievous face.
She... she did that on purpose. After cool-headedly facing down an entire enemy regiment, and that commander must have counted for at least half of one himself, she just walks up to you and shoves her tits in your face, for a laugh. There may not be enough impressions in the world to figure her out.
"So," she purrs, crossing her arms under her breasts (as if they needed any more emphasis). "You must be Cu Chulainn."
You muster your cool exterior, a day late and a dollar short. "That's right. So, you've been watching?"
"Nope!" She punctuates this cheerfully chirped denial with a shrug of the shoulders. "Been sleepin' like a log. But... even gods dream." Her deep red eyes suddenly seem to be looking right through yours, right into your brain. You can't think. You can't blink. You can't look away. Time stands still.
"Lady Yasaka, if you intend to lead our negotiations with the tengu, as you intimated earlier, there is much that has happened in the past two days, of which you will have to be informed." Hina's voice seems to be coming from a thousand miles away.
Kanako's echoes in your ear. "I see." One forever later, she looks away towards Hina. The real world snaps back into focus, staggering you just a little. "To the lake, then. You can tell me everything there." She takes off, backing away through the air and over the shrine, the trio of lesser goddesses trailing after her. Sanae, it seems, has not moved, and does not now. She stares down at you for several seconds, her face too distant to make out in any detail. And then, she, too, vanishes beyond the shrine building.
You're really getting sick of this flying crap. Or rather, this not being able to do it yourself crap. Same difference.
Sighing, you start trudging across the open space between the torii and the shrine, heading for the door. As you get near, a black shape flies up from behind the donation box and settles on top of it. A crow. You stop in front of the box and look down at it.
"Did you see all that?"
Hop. Just the one. Guess that's no. "Just got here, huh?"
Hop. Oh? Must've been hiding, then. "Did you *hear* it all, then?"
Hop. Hop. "Caw!"
[ ] Fill it in on the details.
[ ] That'll have to do. Kanako's waiting.
[ ] Aya likes making up stories, huh? Two can play that game.
