Inkblot 8

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Amaterasu stumbles onto the Plane in a flash of light and immediately lies down on her belly. She's panting like a dog that's been chasing a ball for several hours; her fur is ruffled and tangled, and there are twigs and burrs caught in it. There's also a rather large patch on her side where the fur has been burned black.]

[Tiredly, between pants,] Well...goodness. That was harder...than I expected it to be...

Comments

[mercwamouth]

That's pretty awesome.

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What sorts of things can you create?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

All kinds of things! Trees, vines, fire, water fountains...

[mercwamouth]

...food, money, scantily clad women?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Laughs.] Unfortunately, no~

[mercwamouth]

Thought that would be too easy.

Heh. You laugh at my jokes. I like that in wolf art goddesses.

So if you can take down demons and such, I assume you can create weapons, right?

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Well, you are a very amusing person, Deadpool~

I already have one, so I don't really need to create more. [She gestures at the mirror on her back.] And my brush is a weapon in and of itself.

[mercwamouth]

Well, now I've been endorsed by an artist goddess wolf. Maybe that'll earn me some respect with Quesada.

So the brush is mightier than the sword, eh? If I didn't like you so much and immensely fear what you might be capable of doing to me, I might test that theory.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Quesada?

[Giggles.] Well, fortunately for both of us, I am not one to fight someone just for the sake of fighting.

[mercwamouth]

Chimichanga?

Well, I suppose that's admirable. Yes. Admirable. Very wise.

...

*cough*

Speaking of fighting for the sake of fighting, I gotta head back and do some... uh... knitting.

Best of luck with those demons.

[Wish I was a well-drawn demon-fighting hippy wolf art goddess. On fire.]

[Slips out of the Plane]
[ooc: G'night!]