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[It's late in the evening after a busy day of work at the tea shop, cooking and chores, and animal-wrangling that Emil finally sits down to flip through his journal and catch up on the events of the day.

He's taken to using a certain Christmas card that Buffy gave him a couple of years ago as a bookmark in the journal, both to keep it from getting lost or damaged and because it's bulky enough (being one of those musical cards) that it makes it easy to find his place right away. It's never occurred to him that sticking something that plays music into a journal that can broadcast things to everyone else whose journal is open might not be the best idea-- he always keeps the card closed, and besides, he's been doing it for a long time without any issues.

Today, however, he's so tired and the couch is so comfortable that he ends up starting to doze off as he pages through the journal. Everything is fine for a while... until he rolls over a bit, dislodging both journal and card from their places on the couch beside him and sending them toppling to the floor, the card landing half-open atop the also-opened journal. Of course, this immediately triggers the card to start playing music....

So Luceti, enjoy the very tinny version of "Jingle Bells" that is currently being broadcast over the journals. Emil has no idea his journal is even on.]

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You don't like the cold? I don't really like it either, but I'm okay with it as long as it's snowing. At least then we're getting something out of it instead of just freezing.

But you're right... it probably is about time for another experiment.

No, I really don't. In my homeland, I'm one of the gods tied to summer storms. Summer storms and winter storms do not mix terribly well. Not to mention that my half sister uses winter as a time to lord her domain over me.

[Yukino is kind of a jerk.]

And I imagine the one coming is going to be large, since we missed one last month.

You're a god?

... I guess the Malnosso won't let you have any control over the weather here, huh? Otherwise you could just keep it from snowing with your powers or something like that.

I am...though I suppose that's just a rough translation of a complex idea. I am called a Myojin. God is just the simplest way to explain it.

I have some control, the Malnosso haven't taken that but by the traditions of my kind? I cannot affect the weather like that. If it snows, I cannot stop it.

If you can't affect things like that, then what can you do? Um, I mean, I'm not trying to imply that you can't do anything, but... I'm just curious. I don't really know that much about gods at all. We don't have any in my world.

Summer weather. Rain, thunder, wind, lightning, hail. That sort of thing. Winter weather is just not something I can deal with. Snow, ice, sleet...things like that.

[She laughs]

Some worlds refer to myojin as spirits, but surely your world has something like us.

Oh, I get it. You can only control the weather that goes with your season... that makes sense.

We have summon spirits and Centurions, but I don't know if I'd say they're like gods-- they're more like the Filial spirits here in Luceti. They live in our world and help maintain the balance of mana there.

Precisely.

[She takes a minute, shuffling things can be heard. Conversations require comfort after all.]

You summon spirits? For what purpose?

Oh no, I don't summon the summon spirits-- that's just what they're called. The only people who can actually summon them are summoners, and that's only if they make a pact with the summon spirit. If they've made a pact, they can ask the summon spirit to help them out with things, like by using magic and stuff like that.

Oh. So...they're not at your beck and call then. [She sounds relieved. Because the idea of spirits like her being bound to come and fight at the whims of mortals is...well, it's frankly rather offensive. And she already sort of likes you Emil.] What sort of things are offered in return for their help?

No, not really. And the summoner can't make the pact unless the summon spirit agrees to it in the first place.

I don't know all of the details about how it works-- you'd have to ask Sheena if you wanted to know more about that. I, um... I've never made a pact with anyone before.

Well, that would be implied in the definition of the word pact.

[She laughs faintly, amused.]

And...what do you do? If you aren't a summoner? Oh! Are you a knight? Or a soldier?

[She sounds somewhat excited. She's never met a knight...]

[And now Emil sounds a little bit sheepish in turn.]

Oh, no... um, I'm actually a summon spirit. I just haven't made any pacts with summoners-- at least, none that I can remember.

Oh? Oh! [That sinks in as a look of dawning comprehension crosses her face. He's a spirit? Like her? The little picture on the journal doesn't make him seem different, but then again she hides her true shape too.]

What sort of spirit are you? I suppose...what would you be summoned to do?

I'm the lord of monsters. I also have power over the Centurions, who help maintain the balance of mana in my world.

... at least, that's what I've been told. I don't remember any of that stuff for myself.

[... it's complicated.]

The lord of monsters. That sounds almost menacing...but you don't seem like any monster I've ever met. [Bile-spilling, filth-spreading demons would be chief among those]

And you lost your memory? I...can relate to that, myself. I've had my memories stolen before. It's dreadful, isn't it? Those missing chunks...it makes me feel empty.

I haven't exactly lost them. It's a little more complicated than that. See, there's a part of me that still remembers things, but it's also not the part of me that's talking to you right now. He only comes out sometimes, and I can't control when he does, or remember anything that happens when he's in control.

But... I do wish that I could remember more about who I really am. It'd be nice to know all of those things.

[Saori is quiet for a long moment, but she has the foresight to put up a filter. That is a problem that strikes particularly close to home. The dichotomy of spirit within her body, and the aggressive side coming out to overtake the other is a constant fear. It's hard not to think back to her first kidnapping, locked up and prodded while the Malnosso sought to drag it out of her. She never wanted to deal with that thing, but having it has made her more conscious of the darker side of people and other spirits too. Swallowing thickly, she tries to put on a more cheerful tone, but it's probably obviously forced.]

Is he a good sort of spirit in you, or bad?

[Hopefully good...unlike mine.]

I'm not sure. He doesn't like humans, but I don't think he's bad, just trying to protect his tree and the world's mana supply. He's angry at humans and half-elves for betraying him and causing the original World Tree to die. I don't know if I can really blame him for that. I mean, it did really mess things up for a long time.

[A very long time, and the world ended up being split in two (quite literally) because of it. It's pretty understandable why Ratatosk would be angry about that and why he would carry a grudge against humans even to this day.]

Well I...can certainly understand that. It's something my kind and I have struggled with for a long time. Humans do things, bad things, and damage the world we live in. They've killed some of our cousins, and naturally we're not happy. It's actually caused a split in Heaven. Some of my relatives have retreated from the Earth, leaving it to it's own ends. Then there are ones like me, who blame specific people, not humans as a whole.

It's...complicated though.

[Emil nods, understanding.]

I think it's always going to be complicated. Not all humans are bad, but there will always be some who are, and they're the ones who are going to end up causing problems for everyone else. It all comes down to whether you blame the people who are responsible or if you just blame humans.

Well, yes. When the American gods were killed, naturally there was a lot of outcry, but rather than march to war the more...moderate of my kind managed to sway things away from that. It's a shame but what's done is done and a mass killing won't change that. Those responsible were dealt with in the proper way, though.

[She definitely doesn't like the idea of a war on humanity, it would be too high a price. But a few mysterious deaths of a few key people, and things changed for the better.]

They killed gods in your world?

[Emil sounds a little unsure. He'd thought beings like gods were immortal, or at least that's how it had gone in the books he's read.]

In a way. The only way a god can die...truly die...anyway, is for them to wish themselves dead. Our "bodies" are more a shell, and when they're destroyed we reform a few hours later. But if one of us wants to end it...

[She trails off, slightly unnerved by the idea and the memories.]

Some of the American gods were so drained they choose that path.

Oh. That's... that's really sad. I don't know if the summon spirits or Centurions in my world could do something like that. As far as I know, they'll always be reborn as long as there's mana in the world. Not that I want to find out if you can kill one forever, but... it kind of makes you wonder.

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