( open ) march catch all

[cranekin]

WHO: Tsurumaru and you
WHAT: Museum lore, civilian shenanigans, and collecting sword friends
WHERE: Misc.
WHEN: March
WARNINGS: N/A for now

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[cranekin]

"Eresh..kigal."

(The name is foreign and he can feel his tongue trip over the unfamiliar sounds but he's careful to say it as best he can.

He smiles and shakes his head. If she knew his entire history, he wonders if she would really thank him. It's neither here nor there for now, though. He holds up the bouquet for her,)

If not as a gift, consider it an offering, Ereshkigal. (But he isn't finished--) And if you ever need anything for your graves, you can ask me for help.

(He would happily supply flowers.)

[queenofkur]

[ He-He's giving it to her? And he's already guessed she would refuse the gift so he's asking her to consider it as something else: ]

An offering...?

[ That's... That's so unexpected and kind. Little does he know she's the least worshiped goddess in human history. Death is something humans fear and hate, something they would rather avoid and ignore till it's too late. Why, even the other gods didn't like her. As Death incarnate, of course they would all hate and ignore her.

And he's eve offering to give her more for the graves... The bouquet in hand, she turns around and brings her free hand to her eyes. ]

M-My apologies, it would appear I have something in my eyes! [A likely story.] I... I thank you kindly for your offering.

[cranekin]

(Ah, to be a goddess of death. Cold, dark, spoken of in hushed whispers or angry screams. He can only imagine what it may be like for some... but his relationship with death has always been a special one. Being as old as he is, he's seen plenty of death in his time, too. Of course, his view would be... different.)

It must be allergies.

(He doesn't even question it.

But he lowers his head just a bit in a quiet, solemn bow. There's no reason to thank a humble spirit for such a small gift.)

Thank you for receiving it.

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[queenofkur]

[ She nods. Y-Yes, allergies! It makes total sense. This avatar is surely allergic to something, and that "something" is here with them right this moment.

Deep breathes. Wiping her tears away. Okay, she can pull herself together! Though she'll definitely have to do more training before her mirror if she is to handle the unexpected things that can happen anytime on the surface world! ]

[queenofkur]

[ When she turns back to him, she's all smile! As if nothing had happened. Absolutely nothing suspicious about this at all, nope. A perfect goddess cannot be found crying or showing her emotions in such a shameless manner. she closes her eyes and places a hand on her chest. ]

It has ever been my dream to see the Underworld filled with flowers... [Impossible, of course. She had tried so hard, even Enkidu had. Nothing can grow where death reigns.] But maybe this dream can partly come true here.

[ Covering the graves with flowers here won't change anything to the situation back home... But that'll make her working feel less lonely. Hopefully it'll make the dead feel some warmth in whatever afterlife exists in this reality.

She lowers her head in return, respectfully so. ]

I shall return here regularly to ensure it is so.

[ And next time, she'll pay! It's not like she needs the money for anything besides flowers really. ]