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There is a thing that lives in Kokomi's chest, hungry and unsleeping.

Not any blessing of Orobashi, no - this is something all too human, for all its bloodstained fangs and tortured howls. This is a heritage of anger - not hate, for hate is mindless and blinding, while anger can be focused. This is a macabre inheritance of simmering wrath, handed down from mother to daughter along with this name and this crown, growing brighter and hotter with every passing generation.

It awakened as news of the Decrees reached Watatsumi, as ship after ship tried to breach the storm-wall and never returned. It gorged itself on the smoke of a thousand funeral pyres and smiled a vicious, toothy smile with every meticulously-crafted battle plan. In that war room, Kokomi honed it into a frigid blade, cold and lethal as the ocean's depths, and saw it reflected in the eyes of her commanders; on the battlefields of Yashiori and Kannazuaka, she wielded it, and it laughed in unrestrained fury.

It cracks an eye open again, that sleeping anger, at the false Archon's demands. Not an old god's vengeance, no - just the smaller, more ordinary wrath of a people scorned. "And why do you think that shrine was destroyed?" she asks, soft as a snake waiting in ambush. "Did you imagine this to merely be another step in our millennia-old religious feud? Or perhaps retaliation by someone whose Vision you stole? The grief of a dead soldier's family, perhaps?"

She closes her eyes for a moment, and just like every night when she struggles to sleep, the image of those pyres, of the overflowing medical wards that preceded them, brands itself across her mind once more. When she looks again, the Archon watches her still, uncomprehending, detached, thinking she's being reasonable. Here they stand, amidst a monument to all her sins, and she still does not understand. "You still don't get it, do you?"

Famine is a crueler death than War will ever be.

Kokomi stands and gestures to the battlefield around them, but even that is secondary, a consequence of the true horror. She can't keep the rage, the pain, the grief from her voice anymore. "Do you even realize why we rebelled? Don't you see what you did?"

Negotiations and Hard Truths

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It starts out normally enough, as normal as such negotiations can be.

They go back and forth over trade taxes, land rights, military coordination, inter-island travel and transportation, and countless other dry diplomatic minutiae - but then, as Kokomi unrolls the scroll a little further, the next item of discussion sends a spike of blazing rage through her.

No. Calm. Focus.

Nothing shows on her face, no motion of her body betrays her. But any lingering anxiety has utterly burned away in the face of this...farce. She's angry, and it feels good, but thoughtless anger is the enemy of rationality, so she cools that fury, condensing it into an icy edge and only then letting it slip into her voice.

"Is this really a priority right now?"

It's right there, so seemingly innocuous, ordinarily not something she'd care enough about to expend her energy on fighting over. Such a small demand, in the grand scheme of things, requiring only a relatively inconsequential amount of resources and time.

But to take those resources and time from where she could use them to build houses, docks, farms, and use them for this...

It's an insult.

She sighs, takes a deep breath, and slides yet another report detailing her people's ever-precarious food security across the table.

"Watatsumi Island is still dangerously close to falling into another famine, and we do not currently have the resources, personnel, or time to spare for rebuilding that Shrine," Kokomi says firmly, cold as the ocean's depths. "I hope you can appreciate that the only thing I can afford to focus on right now is keeping my people alive and well."

That, and none of her people would take kindly to her setting aside resources to restore a shrine to the very god whose thoughtless decrees had caused so much harm.

Negotiations and Hard Truths

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"Certainly, follow me!"

Kokomi loops her arm through Fugue's and leads the foxian down the main street, pointing out various traditions both old and new, giving a short explanation for each. Some small, traitorous part of her starts automatically planning how to organise a similar festival on Watatsumi, but she pushes that to the side.

They come to a stop in front of one of the stalls selling masks, soon enough, and she pulls her own mask out of her bag and starts tying it to her head. "This is another old tradition, originally started as a way to honor the yokai. It was always my favorite part of these festivals, when I was younger - I could let my hair down, put on a mask, and just...be free of everything that came with my family name, for a while..."

And oh, how she'd adored and longed for festival days as a child. She'll never be that carefree again, not even in a smiling kitsune mask, but she already feels distinctly lighter, and not just from the sake she'd sampled earlier. But, even then, Kokomi's still never been able to just...go to a festival with a friend before. The children of the Sangonomiya Clan weren't allowed to simply mingle under ordinary circumstances, and she'd been the only one in her generation.

And now I'm the last of my line-

With a sharp shake of her head, she pushes the grim thought aside. She's here, right now, showing her friend around; those memories can damn well wait their turn. "Sorry, was lost in thought. You don't have to wear one, of course, but if you want to, what kind of mask would you like?"

Friendship and Firelight

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Plot Call: Destruction

Fleuve Cendre Mystery

Recent rumors swirl about a criminal hiding in Fleuve Cendre. While this isn’t unusual, Tetreaux of Spina di Rosula drops a worrying tidbit: even Sonny and Luca haven’t been able to pin down this slippery offender. Now, if Spina’s toughest guys can’t handle it? That’s when you know things are serious! To keep Fleuve Cendre safe, the bartender’s putting up an offer no one can refuse: nab the culprit and enjoy free food and drinks at L’or noir for a whole year. Just don’t tell the boss about it. Kokomi can never quite manage to have an entirely relaxing trip to Fontaine, it seems. Once again she's been caught in something...but, with the stories that are circulating about this criminal, she can hardly stand by and watch.

The Bears of Belobog

(requires Sea of Quanta muse) The changes to Belobog's climate have been subtle, but not entirely unnoticed. Rising centigrades have impacted the local ecosystem, causing them to migrate, and the Administrative District has been infiltrated with a handful of Plains Bears as a result. The Silvermane Guards warn everyone to stay out of their way and avoid disturbing them—though that's easier said than done when a cub crawls up to you and makes a home out of your arms. Um... The mom isn't anywhere close by, is she? She's already had to treat a few injuries resulting from people acting recklessly around the bears, but now that she's stumbled across a lone cub...what's a girl to do? It's not like she knows Belobog well enough to know where to take the little creature...

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The letter, when it arrived, had been a surprise, but not entirely unexpected. A meeting with the Raiden Shogun had been bound to happen at some point; at least, it's not occurring while they're still at war.

Kokomi chooses Nazuchi Beach as the location precisely because of what and where it is - neutral ground, well away from anything important; close to the ocean to give her plenty of water to either make use of or escape into if it comes to a fight; the site of some of the bloodiest battles of the war, to remind the Archon just why Watatsumi had taken up arms against her.

She clears her schedule for the entire day. Puts all her officers on high alert and prepares contingency plans 37 through to 44. Assembles a squad of her most skilled and trusted scouts to act as her honor guard. Does everything possible to ensure she'll have as much energy and as little pain as possible on the day.

The Shogun's already there, when she arrives, and with a sharp hand signal, she commands her guards to spread out and sweep the area for any surprises. One returns after a few moments, and gives her a single nod; thus reassured, she sits down opposite the Electro Archon, meeting her eyes with cold determination.

"You wished to meet with me, Your Excellency?"

Here, among the debris of war, among the unmarked sea-graves and blooming dendrobium flowers, Kokomi has no more fear. The worst the Archon can do is attempt to strike her down; none of her people are in danger except the soldiers with her, and she can force the Archon to focus her fury on her and not them, if she must.

"I've purged the remaining Fatui influence from my own forces - I hope you can say the same - so we should not be interrupted as the peace negotiations were."

Negotiations and Hard Truths

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There's been so much wearing on Kokomi's mind lately. Even after surviving the Abyss, after surviving cleansing the tatarigami, she still hadn't been able to properly rest. But now, finally, she's finally been able to set aside the affairs of ruling, even just for a few days. Now, she doesn't have to be the General, the Divine Priestess, just a girl showing her outlander friend around a festival.

Kokomi stands in the fields just outside Konda Village, dressed in a simple yukata, her hair loose around her shoulders and a kitsune mask tucked into her bag for later. No ceremonial robes, no coral headdress, no weight of titles and duty and authority. Just herself, for these precious few days.

She spots a familiar face wandering down the road to the village, and goes to raise her hand and wave; well-trained habit stops her, but after a moment, she reminds herself she need not stand on such a level of decorum while on vacation, at a festival, relatively incognito. So she lets a smile bloom bright across her face, waves in greeting, and calls out to her friend.

"It's so good to see you, Fugue! How are you?"

@verwandeltesich

Friendship and Firelight

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Sara-cat looks at Kiana. Then at the cabinet. Then back at Kiana. And, with a disdainful glare, lets out the most indignant, offended, scandalized sound Kokomi's ever heard a cat make. Neither of them can speak cat, yet somehow they understand it to mean something like Hmph! I most certainly do not have the stature to be lifting such large and heavy things! Nor am I sufficiently well-equipped to take down my brethren in any way besides ambush!

It starts as a smirk, then a stifled chuckle, and before long, Kokomi's laughing, bright as sunlight on waves, as the cat stares Kiana down. "I think she understands you, but most certainly does not take commands. She is a cat, after all. However..."

Still giggling, she summons a Bake-Kurage, sending it over to the troublesome cabinet. "I mostly use these constructs for channeling energy for healing and fighting, but really, there's no reason they can't do more."

One long hydro tentacle reaches down, coils its way under the cabinet - and emerges a moment later, wrapped around a furiously-screeching catcake. No doubt the little creature is quite upset at being grabbed by something made mostly of water, but this way, no one ends up with more claw marks on their hands. Which reminds her - as the jellyfish construct deposits the angry catcake in the bin and starts digging around for more, Kokomi holds out her hand to Kiana, calling up more shimmering hydro.

"Here, let me heal that for you; we don't know where these things have been..."

put the cat back in the bag

harmony ... catcake adoption day

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There have always been strange stories of Tsurumi island and the Sea of Fog. More myths and legends than one could count, speaking of everything from the risen dead to abyssal monsters to fallen gods lurking within the mist that consumed the seas south of Watatsumi. And every year, there were more, especially during the more stable times when adventurers tended to get more daring. Kokomi would have likewise discounted this particular rumor as something not worth investigating, had one of the adventurers in question not come to visit her the very next day.

The woman was one of her people - a former soldier who'd turned her skills to adventuring, after the end of the war - and had been asking for her help, so, naturally, she'd agreed to see her. She'd been worried that the apparent difference in her perception of time had been due to a head injury or some illness, but after a careful examination, Kokomi had found nothing amiss, and told her to stay nearby and check in with one of the shrine maidens if anything changed.

But, from her inital findings, it seemed more and more likely that there was something strange about the flow of time on Tsurumi Island. She thinks about a forbidden book, written in a lost language, telling the tale of the Ruler of Time's involvement with Enkanomiya, and wonders.

And so the next day, Kokomi takes a small boat and sets off for Tsurumi island. She makes good progress initially, but as the fog sweeps in, as she loses the sun and the wind and the surface of the sea becomes unnaturally still, she finds herself utterly lost.

But even when the skies deceive her, she knows these seas, and they do not lie. Closing her eyes, she reaches out to sense the currents whispering below, listening to how they flow across the seafloor, bending around rock and sand, and sails onwards, easily correcting her course.

The beach she eventually reaches is just as silent and still, but the fog thins slightly around a Statue of the Seven. That, in itself, is the first anachronistic incongruity - according to the few actual records of the civilization that once lived here, they worshipped a deity they named Kanna Kapatcir, not the Raiden Shogun, and had been supposedly wiped out thousands of years ago.

But further speculation can wait - she's not the only one here. The green-haired stranger doesn't seem to have noticed her arrival, but the white snake draped across their shoulders has, and raises its head as she approaches.

"Greetings, stranger. What brings you here?"

@eudaimcnia

Into the Mists of Memory

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Kokomi's surprised, initially, by the sheer venom in the woman's voice, but it doesn't take her long to figure out why. The way the crowds fled from a single, dying individual, the woman's words and the suggestion of an interrogation, the guards she can see warily approaching - they're not merely enemies, but enemies on two different sides of a long and bloody war that has continued for countless years and cost countless lives. Perhaps, from the swift and vicious response, there had even been a recent attack on these very docks. What could drive someone to seek aid from their enemy in the midst of such a war - that, she's curious about too.

But it's no excuse to abandon all honor and reason.

"I don't know where this traveler stands in your war," Kokomi says, quietly but firmly. "I don't know what's been done to and done by their side, or by yours. I understand, believe me - I too have too much blood on my hands to sleep easily. But whatever their reasons for coming here, they're still a person. You know nothing about them beyond their species and the fact that they came in peace, asking for your help."

The white-haired woman's eyes are covered by a blindfold, but she looks up to meet them nonetheless, nothing but uncompromising steel in her gaze. "Besides," she adds, with the cold pragmatism of a general rather than the blazing determination of a healer, "you'll learn nothing from them if they bleed out right here. They might even tell you what you want to know without a struggle if you help them first. It's only practical."

And then, having said her piece, Kokomi returns to stabilizing her patient as best she can, keeping a careful ear out for any movements behind her. Yaruf seems to be healing quite rapidly, which makes her job easier, but not so quickly that they're anywhere near out of danger yet.

A Healer's Duty, A Soldier's Cause

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It's a day like any other, or so Kokomi assumes. She's only just arrived on the massive city-ship, but the docks share those qualities that busy ports everywhere seem to. From merchants to travelers to patrolling guards, to the cargo being loaded on and off ships everywhere, to the constant flow of traffic in, out, and through, it's quite the familiar sight to one who grew up on an island nation relying heavily on foreign trade, set against the vastness of the Sea of Quanta rather than any planetary ocean though it is.

The crowd's response when a burning ship shakily descends into the docks makes sense at first, some rushing to call for help, others hurrying to get out of the way, a few brave souls charging forward to pull the pilot out of the wreckage; but it's then, that things diverge. The pilot attempts to drag themself out, tall and hulking and not a species she's ever seen before - but, it seems, the Xianzhou have, as they all draw back, some fleeing in panic, others drawing weapons.

Kokomi narrows her eyes, studying them carefully. They're large and intimidating, certainly - but as she approaches, assessing their wounds with an experienced eye - multiple broken bones, numerous minor cuts and burns, multiple deeper cuts, likely internal injures, possible electric shock - it's clear that they're in no shape to even attempt to harm anyone. And so, shooting a cutting glare at those who'd reacted to a dying traveler's plight with such hostility, she carefully tugs them the rest of the way out of the wreckage and rolls them into a recovery position.

A quick application of hydro energy stems the worst of the bleeding, and as a quickly-summoned Bake-Kurage begins its work on the rest, the wounded pilot's glassy, pain-filled eyes meet hers, and they reach up to grab her hand with their less-injured arm. "Th...thank you...I...I, Yaruf, request...asylum...please..."

Kokomi freezes for a second, unsure of how to react. She can't promise them anything, especially not with how hostile the Xianzhou seem to them - but, as always, it's a healer's duty to soothe her patient's pain. "I'll do what I can," she promises, and with an exhausted gasp, Yaruf relaxes slightly.

She tilts her head as she hears footsteps approach, and shifts slightly to address whomever it is without taking her eyes off her still-critical patient. "Could you get me some cloth? I'm holding off the worst for now, but they'll need some actual bandages."

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A Healer's Duty, A Soldier's Cause

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Kokomi listens carefully as Neuvillette explains, instinctively cross-referencing her own knowledge and experience. "Damage to memory and spirit, a sense of emptiness...that sounds not unlike the symptoms experienced by those who lost their Visions during the civil war. Both deal with matters of the mind and soul; I wonder if there's a further correlation?"

It's another thing to consider for later. Far more worrying is the potential for the malice to fight back, both within her own body and perhaps even reaching into the surrounding environment. But, at least, they're far away from the Court of Fontaine, and Neuvillette should be fully capable of handling any external trouble that arises.

It's just what effect the battle may have on her body that is of concern. What effect it may already be having.

"I fear that battle you speak of has already begun. There's a lingering blessing that follows my clan, a legacy of protection our god left us before his fall - perhaps it's why I haven't fully succumbed, like other tatarigami victims, despite the far higher concentration..."

She takes a moment, breathing as deeply as she can, taking in what little energy and relief the waters can give her, and then meets his gaze as steadily as she can. "I'm ready. If I call out for you to stop - assume it's the malice, and continue. It's already tried to exert some control over me before."

Gaze of the Ancients

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A flash of guilt spikes up at the shame flashing across Sara's face, and Kokomi stops laughing to sit up on her board and meet Sara's eyes. "Oh, it's not inappropriate or terrible, Sara. I'm sorry. I just - as your friend, I feel I have to warn you...it does look a little silly..."

Now that she's not staring into the sun, she can get a better look at the...outfit...and it's exactly as she'd feared from her initial glance at the shirt. Well. Something must be done about this. But she should still be careful not to overstep... "Tell me...did you buy those clothes because you enjoy them, or just because they were cheap and convenient? Because, if it's the latter - someone as beau - uh, as kind and honorable as you deserves better than cheap and convenient-"

And then she turns away, trying to hide a blush, because she's almost just admitted that she finds Kujou Sara beautiful; what was it about this place, lowering all her barriers and inhibitions in such a way?

"Anyway," she coughs, and stands up, balancing perfectly on the board with just a slight twist of hydro, "t-that's all a moot point until we get back to shore. Shall I make a wave for us to surf back in on?"

Dressed for Paradise

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"You know I'm perfectly safe in the ocean," Kokomi says, and smiles up at her, squinting against the sunlight. "I'm alright, Sara. You're hardly disturbing me. In fact - I'm glad to see you."

And she is. The encounter with her friend - and the very visible show of concern, however unneeded - only lifts her spirits further. Today is fast becoming one of the nicest she's had in quite a while.

There's only one solitary thing marring it. One single question that gnaws at her thoughts the more she tries to ignore it. And the source of that question, unfortunately, is right in front of her - and should it go unaddressed, she fears it may spoil her good friend's enjoyment of her vacation.

"Sara...I mean this with the utmost care and kindness, but may I ask..."

She can't contain her giggles any longer, and has to call on a quick twist of hydro to stabilize her board before she continues speaking. It's just too...unfortunate.

"...what in Orobashi's name is that shirt??"

@immovablewill silly shopping thread time let's go

Dressed for Paradise

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[SPARKLING WATER] - It's not so strange, seeing someone by chance a second time halfway across the vast expanse of the universe. It is odd, or maybe it's just fate, Kiana's used to it. She recognizes the girl from the Space Station Incident without pause and, suddenly conscious of the fact that their last encounter had perhaps not painted the greatest impression, her fingers find themselves curling around the stem of a second glass.

"Woah, hey there! Crazy seeing you again." Her smile is sheepish, but honest. Too quickly, as though only just remembering it was in her hand (despite not even a full minute since she picked it up), she extends the second glass for the other to take. The movement, jerky as it is, jostles the liquid enough to coax a few extra hissing bubbles to the top.

"Here, I'm told this stuff is supposed to be life changing. It's no trashcan full of cats, but..."

Kokomi smiles in return as she takes the glass. "Thank you, I haven't tried any of this yet. It's good to see you again!"

She raises the glass in a mock toast, then takes a careful, exploratory sip, and it tastes-

In her time as Divine Priestess, and even before then as her mother's heir, Kokomi's been to a great many formal events and diplomatic functions. She learned from a young age how to mask her true feelings, even in the face of something disastrous or shocking or unpleasant, and that skill serves her well once again today. For the sparkling water, supposedly a life-changing delicacy, reminds her all too much of an incident during the war, when the soldiers responsible for supplying Fort Fujitou with water and supplies during a siege had made the disastrous mistake of drawing water from Musoujin Gorge.

Whatever it is that makes the water sparkle spikes across her tongue in a sensation all too akin to that balethunder-imbued water, sparking and bitter and sharp. It is, most unfortunately, quite horrible, but it would be terribly rude to say that to her friend, so she swallows it down with an expertly-concealed grimace and arranges her face into something that, if not a smile, can at least be called a neutral expression. "My friend, if I may be honest...I appreciate the gesture, truly...but I think I may just prefer the trashcan of cats"

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[ ＣＨＯＲＡ ＢＥＡＣＨ . ] [HANG TEN] [depressing thoughts, actions not to be replicated]

The ocean was a vast and cruel mistress to those who trespass outside of their strengths. While humans with an above average knowledge and experience with the sea are less likely to succumb to its whims by virtue of their hard work, nobody is ever truly safe from the blue mass and the biomes it holds. Over the waves can hold storms and massive shifts in tide, below the waves holds volcanoes and ravenous fish species. Maybe more examples as well, but Kosma felt more like moping then piecing together what went wrong.

Well, truth be told he knew what truly went wrong, but just did not want to own up to his inexperience. Being the second youngest in a group of people who were exceptional, heroic, or just brutally out of his league once upon a time ruled over his head like a cloud that refused to rain. It was cold under their shadow, but they did not hurt him per se. He still had freedom, he still had the room to become something as high above as they are.

Except being able to control his powers, he's still paying the dues for such actions and he'll never forget his greatest failure. The hum of genes that make up all fibers of his person are no longer human and can no longer handle the sun or summer like that of a boy who didn't ruin the lives of others. But he did and his skin fought to hold itself in human form underneath the cascading waves, his board broken in half above him as he sinks deeper—he feels flares of power and a hunger that would have him on his knees. If he doesn't stay cold enough or full enough, collateral damage is the least of his worries. He broke the board on accident, he apologizes internally as the sun gets farther and farther...

Maybe he should stay in the ocean for a while. Oxygen wasn't an immediate concern, but he's so sorry. It's so cold, —————.

Until the sun disappears quite quickly above him, he does not notice anything amiss. But eventually, they do. His eyes shot open to see what had happened to the big ball of gas that had been above him, and instead he saw a young woman peering into the waters after him. She didn't particularly have a board for herself, but his own broken one floated uselessly farther from them as he finally noticed her expression. Like a shock to his system and letting himself go unlike what he promised, his body finally answers the call for survival. He finds his feet kicking him upwards and his posture pushing himself upwards before eventually breaking the water's surface. He doesn't end up gasping from air, but more at the pink-haired woman who floated almost naturally along the waves.

"I'm sorry you had to see me down there, I had a mishap with my board." The youth lies, but does offer the truth from there. "You don't have to worry about me, breathing is not a problem for quite a long time."

Better yet, he's more interested in her and how far out she has come out by herself. Kosma hadn't been training particularly close to the shore, yet here she was. "How are you doing that? Without a board."

Kokomi had been floating out away from shore, relaxing under the sun in the ocean's embrace once again, when she'd felt a disturbance ripple through the water. She'd looked down, seen the youth and his broken board drifting deeper and deeper, and had been about to dive down herself when he'd managed to turn and swim for the surface.

As he surfaces, she assesses him with a healer's eye and a subtle pulse of hydro through the surrounding waters, inhuman characteristics and all. No signs of injury or drowning - good. And so, in answer to his question, she lifts a hand, shaping seawater into a delicate, glittering spiral. "You could say breathing's not much of a problem for me, either. I've always been more at home in the sea than on land."

She wonders, briefly, about the broken board, about how far from shore he's come - but, she's checked with both her eyes and her power that he's uninjured, and he doesn't seem particularly distressed by the situation he's found himself in. Perhaps, she's simply not the only one to seek the quiet solace of the sea, but curiosity and concern still drive her to ask nonetheless.

"I saw the broken board - are you alright?"

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It's a good idea. But still...the poor creatures. At least the bin's clean.

Kokomi nods to her companion, thankful yet resigned, and adds her handful of catcakes to the bin. She reaches up to the one on her shoulder next - but before her hand touches its shell, it digs its claws in tighter, mewing desperately.

"...alright, you can stay, so long as you stay put," she tells the little creature, and closes the bin's lid before any of the others can attempt to escape. Catcakes secured, she turns back to the corridor ahead. "Alright, I think a few more of them went down this way - let's move!"

By the grace of some god or Aeon, this corridor doesn't lead out into another massive space, but into what looks like a storeroom with only one other door. And while she spots a few of the creatures bouncing their way out of the room, several more take one look at the two of them and skitter into corners and under furniture. Breathing hard, Kokomi rolls the bin to a stop, slams a hand into the door control to close it, and casts a bolt of hydro across the room to do the same on the other side.

"There, now at least some of them are locked in here with us...ahh, I just need a moment...to catch my breath..."

She sits down on a desk - and is immediately rewarded with an angry yowl as a large red-and-white catcake darts out from under it. She's too tired to react swiftly enough, but the Sara-like cat on her shoulder lets out a furious snarl and leaps, pinning the other catcake to the ground for just long enough for her to grab it and deposit it in the bin. Pleased with itself, the golden-eyed catcake settles back onto her shoulder, and Kokomi lets out a breathless laugh.

"Seems like we've got a helper. Now we just need to dig the rest out...I think there's about five of them still hiding in here."

put the cat back in the bag

harmony ... catcake adoption day

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Kokomi @ Revelation

Kokomi, above all, has come out here to relax and get away from everything. She's more tired and sleepy than usual (due to the events of Spiral Abyss, so feel free to reference that if you were there with her) and is mostly just hanging around the resort and perhaps running into a few people.

Since she's on vacation, she's wearing her casual outfit from the Mikawa Festival event