( 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]

It's an important job.

(And he means it honestly. Truly.)

Not everyone has what it takes to keep watch of a grave, let alone many!

(It's like they're talking about ordinary jobs. Like being a barista or a teacher or a doctor.)

Have you tried it yet? What do you do?

(Ah, and he lets out an embarrassed sort of laugh and reels in some of his excitement. It's clear that she looks confused and he wonders if he should explain. Well, since they've gotten along so well already...)

I was once a grave keeper, too.

[queenofkur]

[ ... Ah. She understands. And this causes her to smile brightly. Not only he doesn't look down upon those who take care of the dead, but he once took on those duties himself! ]

... Few are those who realize the importance of watching after the dead. Fewer even those who once took it upon themselves to do so. On their behalf, you have my thanks.

[ She nods politely to him. Okay, maybe that sounded weird... She should probably formally introduce herself. ]

In my world, I am the Goddess of Death and Queen of the Underworld. [Totally, please don't doubt her.] Taking care of the dead is the reason I exist. I am glad to be able to continue this purpose here.

[ ... Okay she wishes she could pursue her dreams for once, but pretending you're happy is part of the job. ]

[cranekin]

(He doesn't seem at all bothered or surprised by what she says. Not only does he understand but he agrees. As whimsical and carefree as he can be, if there is one thing he hates... those who would defile graves are certainly at the top.

He only raises his hand and shakes his head as if there's no reason to thank him. As far as he's concerned, there's no reason. He hadn't made the decision for himself. It had been assigned to him and he'd simply risen to his duty.

He dips forward, giving her a small but respectful sort of bow. A goddess of death, a queen of the underworld... yes, she's certainly greater than a simple protective spirit like him,)

Tsurumaru Kuninaga. (He's smiling,) I'm quite renowned where I'm from but I'm no god of the dead or lord of any land.

To think LILITH could summon even a goddess of death... I'm surprised.

[queenofkur]

[ Even so, thanks are always deserved! Imagine if you go tens of thousand of years and never get a single "thank you", not even a word of appreciation or praise... Now that'd be be enough to drive even a goddess to depression. ]

It is as surprising as it is worrisome. Thankfully, she summoned this avatar and not my old self...

[ Beyond being human history's first yandere, her old self is also more of a social disaster than she currently is. Truly, this avatar is an improvement in every aspect. Besides beauty, perhaps. She'd argue her true body is far more beautiful, but you can't have everything. ]

Ereshkigal. [She hadn't said her name, had she? Sniff, she completely ruined her intro... But he seems to be nice, so that's alright.] You needn't be renowned for your contribution to matter. Please accept the praise and thanks for your work- For no work should go unnoticed.

[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. ]