The Temple of Artemis(Pre-Event/Intro Thread)

[Clownpiece]

“Er... So-” Somerled began saying, rising from his bow, but cut himself off with a cough mid word. If he iterated that ‘sorry’ again it’d just cause a downward spiral of apologizing for apologizing and that was a road that would be just plain stupid to go down. With her words of assurance in his ears now, the light of rationality began to shine through his thoughts, and he realized how panicky he had been. At this point, it was probably best that he just drop that whole topic altogether and veer onto something else.

The great kami seemed to have the same thing in mind, changing topic to the monster’s origins and the artifacts and relics they had to hunt down. Her observations were spot on, and he said as such. “Queen Himiko. There’s a name I haven’t heard in a long while...” Somerled trailed off into thought for a moment, running some memories through his head. “Queen Himiko was a long time before I was spirited away to here. A very long time. Nearly two thousand years. And although I was born in Japan, I haven’t been back in years, so I don’t remember much in the way of mannerisms and such.” Just leaving a little bit of the truth off works wonders. “That doesn’t mean I can’t take you up on your offer though. Don’t worry about being impolite to me,” he chuckled at the irony, “You can call me Somerled. Or Arashi. Whichever one you like the most.” With that topic wrapped up, the storm spirit jumped onto what Amaterasu had brought up next.

“As for the artifacts... I don’t know many of them myself,” he shrugged, “I’ve just heard stories. King Arthur’s Holy Grail, Chang’e and her Immortality Elixir, the Philosopher’s Stone. But yeah, silly humans-” the monster’s sentence paused for a fraction of a moment as that gaffe escaped his lips. That was in and of itself a mistake, and Somerled quickly rectified it, quickly continuing his sentence, “-and their penchant for fancy sticks to poke each other with. There’s way too many of those. Isn’t any different from where I come from. I don’t particularly care for any of them.” His face fell into a frown. “Split into six and trapped for millennia. It’s a hellish fate, so I hope to help make him whole again. Which makes our goals the same.” Once again he donned a friendly smile. The irony was not lost on Somerled, and what a heavy dose it was. A monster and a benevolent god sharing the same goals.