Rei ~ 403 years old ~ Human form
Location; forest ~ Tags; Kirimegami, Rock
Rei cocked her head in confusion to Kiri’s words, her ears tilting forward to hear them better like she almost didn’t believe them. It was unheard of to address a god so casually(minus Chibiterasu, who had loved it when she called him Chibi-chan. To her understanding, all his other partners gave him silly names like Squiddy, Dude, and even Pork Chop. No wonder he liked it when she used his real name.), and it was rude it call them anything else. But here was a god telling her not to use that designation, which felt so wrong, but on the other hand it was rude to ignore that... “It feels wrong... but I’ll just do what I did for Chibi-chan at first. I’ll call you Kiri-kun.” That indicated some level of respect at least, and at the same time wasn’t as reverent as sama. Hopefully Kirimegami would like that better as well. It felt wrong to not use at least a slightly respectful term of address for the goddess. “Chibi-chan also didn’t like me calling him Chibiterasu-sama. It was easier to be casual because he’s an adorable little wolf god puppy and super friendly.” Rei’s ears and tails drooped in sadness as she imagined the little god. He had left for the Celestial Plain after defeating Akuro using the technology of the Moon Tribe. Unless Issun were to stop being selfish and bring that flying ship back down, she could only dream of it. That didn’t seem likely, given how much Issun hated her. The Poncle had mistaken her for Ninetails, a kitsune that had killed a priestess and the late empress, Himiko, nine months prior. It was hardly fair. She just wanted to see how Chibi was doing.
“All right, Kiri-kun.” She nodded in response onto the goddess’s suggestion on travelling together. The kitsune was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard an alien sound; it had a rhythm to it, like someone walking, but it sounded completely... she couldn’t find a word for it. Her ears shot up and titled towards the source of the sound. The mist wasn’t helping her nerves at all. It just made things more eerie in tandem with the sound. Rei’s tails arched themselves, ready to paint something if whatever was approaching them was hostile. Even as the sound got closer, the trees, along with the mist a tiny bit, obscured the figure. Letting an animal-esque growl escape from her throat, Rei swished one of her tails and painted a seemingly imaginary loop de loop, and soon a powerful gust of wind made the trees tremble and some of the mist dissipate, leaves blowing with the wind. With another loop de loop followed up by a spiral, the mist dissipated completely with the two strong winds. Satisfied, her tails rested on the forest floor in a big fluffy pile of fur and ribbons. “That’s better. Now who is this?” The newcomer was difficult to describe. He looked to be in some kind of suit, but what for? It looked bulky and extremely uncomfortable. And then there was that noise he made when walking. Her ears twitched a few times as though they were doubting what they were they hearing. “Roku... Borunutto?” To her annoyance, his last name was full of sounds she had no idea how to pronounce. There was no sound like them in the traditional language. “That’s... almost impossible to say.” Her ears twitched in annoyance. Even if she tried speaking it in another language, those sounds would still be difficult to say with her accent. Just what kind of person was this? His scent was especially strange, but she had no idea where to even begin describing that. “What are you? You... don’t smell like an ordinary human.” His hair was stranger than Kiri’s in the sense that it was unusually spiky, but that was the precise why she didn’t want to touch it. It looked like it could impale someone, even though she knew hair was too soft for that. “Anyways... we don’t know what island this is either.” Rei’s tails subconsciously swished side to side in a slow relaxed manner, brushing up a little dust from the forest floor. “We don’t really know our way around here, so it’s safe to say we’re lost and unable to help.” The kitsune used her tails to gesture to the goddess next to her while her hands remained folded together in her lap. “I’m Rei, and this is Kiri-kun. Kirimegami-sama to mortals.” Though she could bring herself to be more casual around the goddess as another being of a divine nature, the thought of a mortal addressing a god so casually was still something she couldn’t comprehend.
Otome / Agent 8 - 16 years old -
Location; beach ~ Tags; Beatrice, Blue
“Humans change hair too? Neat-o.” What Beatrice said next confused the Octoling. “Blue? What Blue? You be referring to 3?” Otome tilted her head in confusion, though Beatrice could have been right. She had never heard Agent 3’s real name, and that name did make some sense considering the colour of 3’s tentacles. Glancing around her, a scowl appeared on Otome’s features. Why was she still speaking Inkling when Blue wasn’t around? “Screw 3. I’m not going to talk like an idiot when he isn’t even around.” She promptly switched back to speaking Octoling, and the relief was instant. “I don’t care if he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. Yes, I know 3, or Blue as you call him.” Another scowl creased her features as she continued speaking. “I used to fight under DJ Octavio’s command, but I defected after hearing a song. Sometime after that, Agent 3 attacked me and tried to kill me on the orders of his captain. I don’t recall what happened after that fight, but all three of us ended up in an underground metro system. Long story short, I had to fetch four things to reach the surface world, and it turned out to be a blender which I was was nearly killed in. Agent 3 smashed it, saving myself and his captain.” She hated acknowledging that Blue had saved her, especially considering what happened next. “The same phone that tried to shred me also hijacked his mind, and later, under its control, he tried to kill me. Again.” She hadn’t known Blue long, but most of the time he was the bane of her existence. Sure, he had saved her life, but not even long after that he tried to kill her again, psychotic brainwashing telephone be damned. Otome was visibly startled when she heard something land on the ground, and the sight of a cape embroidered with the number 3 told her exactly who it was.
“Dammit, 3. What were you-” She cut her sentence short when she remembered that she was speaking Octoling. The octoling remained quiet as he spoke about birds heading their way. She scoffed slightly when she heard that. Though Pearl was paranoid about the ducks at Snapper Canal and had warned her about them numerous times, she was skeptical of that. Birds didn’t really touch Inklings or Octolings. They’d actually fly away out of fear if ink was shot at them or someone approached them. But this place was different, so maybe wildlife was different too. “Oh, be looking at Agent 3. What great agent.” Her voice was just oozing sarcasm when he started speaking to Bea about wanting to keep her safe. The way he acted like he could protect her annoyed the Octoling, as well as the fact that he was ignoring her existence entirely. He wasn’t as great as he thought. Lately he had just been deadweight, whether he had been missing, brainwashed or unconscious. “3 been nothing but the dead weight. He be useless most of time. Just shoot things. No making strategy or think to use brain, unlike most Inkling who quite smart.” She couldn’t believe that she was actually coming with, but she didn’t want to just let Blue ignore her and have the human to himself. “I be coming with. Ink-being mine or 3’s-not affect birds, but I want to come with new friend. New friend Beatrice be worth putting up with like of 3.” With that, Otome wrapped both her arms around the other arm that Blue wasn’t holding, hugging it close to her. “I want to be knowing more about humans, and no better people to ask than human.”