((The only reason why I'm putting this in Public is because I'm a bit OCD, and there are less topics here than in Private.  If you wanna join, put a profile up in the OOC thread and LS and I will get back to you ))

It was a fairly normal night in the small town of THE TOWN.  Another apocalypse had been averted, another fallen kingdom brought out from under tyrannical rule, another dragon shish-kabobbed.  So THE TAVERN was alive with activity.  Orcs and Lycans were participating in Dwarf-slinging contests, Whedon Vampires were making back-handed comments at Meyer 'Vampires', who were too busy looking at themselves in mirrors to notice.  And the busty TAVERN WENCHES were zipping to and fro in flurries of colorful skirts and low-cut tops, giggling and handing out grog or ale or mead or whatever they wanted to call it at the time.
The woman sitting in the corner was drawing no attention to herself.  Maybe it was because she wasn't wearing impractical clothing.  Maybe it was because she wasn't the only person with silver hair and/or animal ears in the vicinity.  She didn't care.  She flagged down a TAVERN WENCH, who skipped up to the table with a giggle.
"Greetings, traveler!  What victuals might I tempt you with on this fine evening?"  She simpered.  The woman cringed at the bouncing, bubble blonde.
"Um, well, Mary-Sue..."  She read the WENCH's nametag.  "I'll have a cheeseburger."
"A what?"  Mary-Sue asked, a look of confusion in her clear crystal-blue eyes.
"A.  Cheeseburger."  The woman repeated slowly, her white wolf-like ears twitching in annoyance. 
"Um, i don't know what that is."  Mary-Sue said.  "But we have Leg of Beast +5!  It increases your defense!"
"I don't want to increase my defense, I want a damn cheeseburger."  The woman growled.
"How about Megabird Wing Of Haste?  It increases your speed AND makes you resistant to Darkness."  Mary-Sue said, slightly desparate.
"NO.  NO I DO NOT WANT A MEGABIRD WING OF WHATEVER."  The woman snarled.  "Just get me booze.  Go away."  The TAVERN WENCH ran off, terrified.
The woman sighed.  She didn't much like descending from Heaven to mingle with the mortals.  So many foolish fools.  She sighed, hoping a certain someone would show up like he promised.

"You know, you really bring that on yourself, hun."  Amako said with a smirk.  She took a tentative sip from her GENERIC FLAGON +1, then made a face, her ears flattening themselves against her head.
"Gods, that's awful..."  She muttered. " Heh heh... 'gods'..."  She pushed the overly large mug away from her with a finger.
"And I know you hate this place."  She said.  "But it's the best tonight.  There were musical numbers going on at THE INN, some sort of fandom walking around in THE PUB, and I could have sworn I heard techno music coming from THE PIRATE DEN.  So, I chose the lesser of evils." 
She looked over at her friend, then scratched one of her ears lazily.
"So, what sorts of shenanigans has my favorite little denizen been up to today?"  She enjoyed referring to others as 'denizens', but Al-raii she viewed as an equal.  As equal as one can be to a sun goddess. 

Al-raii sighed. It wasn't his fault he didn't want to look horrid.

"No shenanigans lately. I bore myself here. And what isn't boring, is plain annoying..." He couldn't help smiling when he recalled Mary-Sue's face when he yelled at her.

How's that for my charisma score?

"Not even in the woods I'm safe anymore. Adventurers everywhere. Making loud noises, calling their moves and whatnot. Killing wildlife... how about you? How's life up there?"


(derp post took me an hour to make :C )

Hanako was simply walking across THE TOWN, a quick stop before resuming her journey of adquisition of techniques and spells. Nothing big planned, Apocalypse season was her time to just roll with the times, find some party, soak up anything new and do whatever it takes to not go mad under the "leadership" of an idiot or other such strains to sanity.

Ugh, even then, she had by now adquired a big flair for the dramatic, it's fun but she could only indulge occasionaly, it's just too tiring! But... well... she couldn't help herself either way.

She wanted to eat something, THE TAVERN wasn't the best choice given that she looked teenaged but what could be done? She sure wasn't gonna change to anything else anytime soon, you need pretty good spiritual powers/perception and really keen senses to detect kitsune (which the sword-wielding type tend to lack), generic human girl was the look to go if you wanted to pick savvy partners anyways (since that's the kind to develop the correct type of perception, or at least gather the right type of wisdom), and flashy costumes and changes were part of the "dramatic" element of her personality -That is, she'd get to that when she gets to that.

The thing was, as she opened the door, there was a swill of essences of the patrons that assaulted her Illusionist's Eye, but before she decided to stop the spell to spare herself from the flighty broads and persons with intelligence test scores going into the negative she picked up something... made her perk up, piercing her tired eyes and made her body feel a slight rush.

No way... these beautiful beams of light, like, sunlight? No, something like this could only belong to a god or something in that area! And a high one, not even river, mountain or forest gods had this feel about them.

She found the one radiating these and... Oh! What? How?! WHY?!
What this for real? The Boss of The Boss?! In a dingy place like this? No way! Inari wouldn't touch the door of a place like this with a ten-feet pole unless something was going on!

She skipped across the place, dodging the drunken sways of some self-procalimed MONK that wore some Gi, had some headband, and certainly knew how to fight but was only showing off. Pffft.

She reached the goddess and kneeled. She was pretty much awake now, and as such skipped her usual quirks and speaking paterns. "M-m-m-mother..." She stuttered, not that she was literally her mom... Well, OK, if you get technical she might be. Whatever! Back to the girl. "What is someone like you doing in such a place? Is there something I could do to help?" She didn't bother changing out of her "disguise", it's not like Amaterasu would be fooled by an illusion and a shapeshift of someone who is merely sitting at the bottom of the divine being tiers, waiting for her turn to go up.

Really? Odd choice for a place to relax, though the point about being low profile was pretty much spot-on, it wasn't like this kind of crowd would let anyone notice the quiet types, it's just too loud and crowded! And even with all the quiet, brooding types around, since they aren't as quiet as they think and with the way they look at people, they might as well be shouting their inner monologes.

She stood up again, took a seat next to the boss of her boss and held the FLAGON for a short time before taking a sip. Bluh! It wasn't a good drink, her head slumped down for all of ten seconds as if she had fallen asleep, but her hand still held the FLAGON +1 as if she were completely awake. Both assumptions would be correct and wrong at the same time.

Still, she supposed she had to introduce herself to the boss and her companion. She sat straight again and spoke. "My name Is Hanako, I'm a traveling MIMIC, this id Duke, a Pipe Fox at my service." She placed Duke on the table, who was still a little surprised to see her in a weirdo place like this.

Now what? Certainly it would be cool if she could keep them company for a while, might even pick up something good for the boss! But.... well, maybe she had something more important to do, or wouldn't like the idea of someone following her. Still, she was higher up, so Hanako had to abide to her decision.

"Well..."  Amako said, looking over at the floating creature.  "That was... interesting..."  She stretched, arching her back until she heard it pop, then slumped down in her chair with a sigh.
"Wait, what just happened?"  She looked over at Hanako, who she could have sworn just dropped clean off to sleep.
Never seen THAT before...

((short... >.<))

((OOC: It would be more correct to refer to her as a servant instead of a follower, since there's no obsession, it's more like a power structure/chain of command.))

If the kitty wanted the FLAGON +1 so badly, he could have it, it's not like she was holding it tight or protecting it or anything. The Eye spells were still going on, showing her the events around her and - those involving her and a fast-moving object- in slower motions than normal, so it's not like he startled her - much anyways.

"O~oh, it happens since I make he~avy use of mnemonic magic, makes me sle~epy." She tried to explain how she's trying to collect knowledge from... well! Pretty much everywhere! Not just fight-related, also lore and folklore and stories and such. She once again let her head fall down for a few seconds yet with her hand outstreched.

She sprang back upright and added that knowledge storage and swapping was very demanding in times of peace.

Al-raii sighed.

"Those are the worst. They're good for laughs, though, even if they do get a bit annoying every now and then" He glanced at the group. He was about to sigh at the realization that he had never seen a Mismatched Band Of Unlikely Heroes as mismatched as that one, but he was very aware he had been sighing a lot lately, so instead rolled his eyes.

Next to the band, he also noticed a disgustingly perfect elven girl eying him. The moment she took a step towards Al-raii, the latter growled -another one? He'd take care of it right away!- muttered something along the lines of "Excuse me.", got up, walked over to the girl, and after trading a few words with her, followed her upstairs. Because apparently THE TAVERN had a second floor.