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[Flora is outside, sitting on what appears to be a swing, but in place of chains are woven vines. As time passes, little flowers bloom along their length. The locket is not on her person, it hovers in front of her, and the view shows her wearing what look like a white overall dress over a pink top and work gloves. Several fairies are flying around her, braiding her hair, or sitting on either shoulder. She waves before gently taking hold of the vine chains.]

Hello everyone, I hope you're well.

[Her voice is more deliberate with the well wishes, and her smile is kind, knowing. A lot's happened--when isn't it--but she does hope everyone has come out of it for the better, somehow. It's no meaningless platitude.

She moves to put her finger to her lip, remembers she's wearing gloves and thinks better of it, and instead cants her head thoughtfully. Her voice is gentle and curious.]


There's something I've been wondering about for a while now, and don't quite seem to understand, just yet. [There is a slight upturn to her lips. She is a patient girl, but she can't say she likes not understanding things. It's what she always seeks to do, if she can.] I've heard of some things from other people that were kind enough to answer me [mostly kind, anyway. Zelos was a little rude.] but with so many people from so many places, I'm curious about the similarities and differences.

[She looks directly at the locket.]

What exactly is a God or Goddess? Or what would you say make one? The same with angels. Is this something that has some sort of set criteria or is it more malleable?

[One might notice that she doesn't ask about demons, but that's because she doesn't realise there's a need; they're the same as monsters to her.

Flora dips her head in thanks and smiles, once again.]


Please, I would very much like to hear what anyone has to say. Thank you.


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[ The video shows a slender young man in tattered Japanese robes. On his head is an open face mask of a dog made from paper and thread, its mane reaching up to the small of the man's back. ]

These monsters aside, this is the nicest kidnapping I've ever been to. It's been days and I have yet to be drugged, beaten or sold into slavery. [ Considering what his life was like, this is seriously a step up. ] But clothes might not last these attacks, so if I start walking around naked please refrain from pointing or grabbing at my manly spirit. I'm actually quite shy. [ Shiro said, as he smiled boldly. ]

Is there a place in this world for an umbrella maker to gather materials for his craft? I used most of what I could find for this mask. I'm mostly in need of colored paper, paints, oil, lacquer, and bamboo.