So much irony she's safe from amnesia for the rest of her life

[demimaudite]

Shura is still looking over her shoulder and frowning when the feed comes on. For once, her chest is covered: she's wearing a black and green dress, but the edges of her markings are still glowing faintly red.

"Heads up, good people: I've been touched by the Grace of God. I feel a little gross just thinking about it."

She looks over her other shoulder, showing the horn on the back of her neck at the same time.

"Anyway, I assume Metatron was trying to tell me to go smite some of those things that keep creeping up on us, so... yeah. I suppose I'll go do that, since I need to meet my hugging quota. I will be around the residential buildings mostly. I might go take a peek at the festival later. So. Free hugs and all that jazz. Look for the full-body tattoo."

The feed ends.

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[wallcrawler]

No offense...whoever you are, but you make a really lousy salesman.

[He's just giving her a hard time. Because he's contractually obligated to not really. If anything he'll probably winding up taking her up on the offer, if only to help her out. At least, that's the only reason he'd ever admit to.]

And that's coming from a guy who lives in New York. And believe me, we've got a lot.

[demimaudite]

Congratulations, masked stranger! Though Shura is looking at you with an eyebrow raised, you have managed to diss her without actually angering her!

"I knew I would be no good in retail."