central_librarylogs | Hunting a thief (Valentine's Event) [Open to anyone]

Who: Amaterasu (

dog_of_the_sun) and YOU
What: Amaterasu is helping with retrieving Cupid's bow and arrows. Basically a country in trouble, and needs intervention? Why does that sound familiar...
Where: Ancient Greece
When: Valentine's Day
Warnings: Cuteness? Also, Ammy has been blessed by Aphrodite—she will be unaffected by any spells of love or hate. She'll also be mistaken for a very large white dog, to anyone but the Library-residents. (No one else can see her markings or reflector.)

The only difference Ammy felt so far, besides the obvious of climate and culture, was that cities were a lot more crowded. She drew a few stares, but Amaterasu was used to that. If it got too bad, she'd find another Library-resident and get them to act as her 'handler'. It was hard though, as while she knew ultimately the best thing would be to get the Quiver of Arrows and Bow—there was so much chaos. So many people who needed help.

[Basically I'm open for prompts. Ammy's pretty resourceful, and she IS a goddess. She's also been favored by Aphrodite for this mission.]

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Rude!

Amaterasu blinked, then sat very gracefully for all she wore a canine-form. Tilting her head slightly, raising her muzzle, as dark eyes watched him. Attempting to ask him a question in turn. 'Why did he say that? Was he also from the Library?'

"I am from the Library." He did move out of her way, but it was so he could walk around her, and get a better look at her. "What are you?" His question was half to himself, as he tried to work her out.

Her solar disc was visible above her shoulders, half-in-and-half-out of this plain. Rotating as the deep blue circle flared with a sun's corona. There are red-markings along her fur, and a flourish or two here and there, and as she's sitting--there are flowers that are springing up around her feet. She is watching him with dark-eyes every bit as intelligent as a human.

Her tail twitches, the tip of it black as if dipped in ink like a brush. Scratches appear on the dirt, recognizable at first as ancient Japanese. Then a second later, Flynn would see them translate to whatever language he understood best, even though the marks remained scratched on the ground.

私は天照です。

I am Amaterasu.

"That's an interesting skill," he said, distracted for a moment by what he recognized as Ancient Japanese somehow appeared as English. And then his brain caught up with the actual words.

"Amaterasu!" His eyes widened. "Japanese Goddess of the Sun. You're not like I expected. Although I don't know what I expected." He leaned over to get a closer look at her solar disc. "Although I didn't expect to meet an actual Goddess. How amazing is this!" He was just a bit excited about it.

Amaterasu let out an amused puff of air, smiling at least while she did so. The solar-disc seems to fade in and out of view, as if it is not fully upon this plain of existence. Sky-blue with darker blue shadows as deep as an ocean, and rotating slightly as it gives of that Sun's corona.

Inclining her head and shoulders, it is a bow as graceful as if she were human. Again her tail-tip twitches and there is writing scratched into the dirt. Again it is followed shortly after by the characters fading into a language he'd understand.

会えてうれしいです。お名前は何ですか？

It is nice to meet you. What is your name?

"Flynn Carsen," he answered distractedly. "Why are you here? How are you here? How do you do that with the translation? No wait." He waved a hand. "You're a goddess, of course you can do magic." She might need it to answer all of his questions.

Well, curiosity isn't a bad thing.

Flynnさんにお会いできてうれしいです。私は図書館の援助を求められたのでここにいる。

It is nice to meet you Flynn-san. I am here because I was asked to aid the Library.

Please forgive her for not recognizing western naming conventions.

Flynn was willing to forgive her pretty much anything. She was a goddess. Obviously if she destroyed the Library that would be unforgivable, but she wasn't that sort of a goddess.

"Of course you were." That had been a stupid question, but he really hadn't been thinking. "Now we have to find Cupid. Judging by the trail of destruction he went that way." He pointed off to the side, where arguments had broken out between the residents.

Cupid wasn't the problem though--he'd been robbed. Any explanation would have to wait though, as first they needed to deal with the argument. Ammy sighed, and hung her head for a moment.

Oh well.

Time to slink over and try to look like she 'belonged' to Flynn so a large white wolf-dog wouldn't stand out AS much. Hopefully.

Flynn wasn't interested in dealing with the arguments. Getting the arrows back would probably solve those. He merely followed a path based on who looked like they'd been arguing most recently.

A glimmer of the light hitting something on top of one of the buildings was all the warning he got, before he was shot. Not expecting it, the arrow hit Flynn in the leg.

He grimaced. "I never thought Cupid's arrows hurt so much."

Oh-that-was-not-good... Ammy whined slightly, studying Flynn for a moment. She needed to figure out which arrow he'd been hit with, and see if she needed to deal with her companion too.

He managed to get hold of himself and pulled it out, then lay panting for a moment. But the damage was done and he glared at Ammy. "This is your fault," he said, pointing at her. "I wouldn't have been hit if it wasn't for you. I'm fine on my own."

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