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[ As it were, there are many, many ways for one to acquire a body. The easiest? Murder. The more convenient? Grave-digging or morgue-robbing. The luckiest? Simply finding one in a field. Actually, stumbling across a body in Gensokyo isn't such an odd thing. There are Youkai about, hungry and feral, and not all of them benign. The good thing about Youkai, however, is that most don't eat left-overs or scavenge. Most.

For Seiga, this means she can easily find the main material she needs for her work. So as she touches down in front of this particular body in a field of lilies scattered about cool grass, the first thing she does is make sure it's dead. The best way to do that is to press down hard right at the junction between nail and finger-- for even if unconscious, the body will still recoil from the pain. If asleep, the person would certainly wake. ]
wickedthiswaycomes: (on my conscience)
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[ Seiga is now wherever you are, in your home, castle, boat, tent, or pineapple under the sea. If you're homeless that's cool, too. She'll be by your stolen shopping cart or cardboard box. What is she doing? Well, She's dressed up as Santa Claus going through your shit. Probably stealing something too. Most of the time she's never had any problems doing this-- very evasive this one, really.

So. What do when there's a Santa Claus in your home going through your stuff? ]
wickedthiswaycomes: (I was doing fine)
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[ So those of the underworld have described as living too long. The very thought of that makes her scoff; how exactly has she lived too long, when so many others she knows may be older?

Still, Seiga is not a woman who is entirely prideful in her ability to be evasive. She knew that after a brush or two with the Kishin it is only a matter of time before more attempts to capture and detain her would be made. She's been preparing to preserve her legacy-- her magic, her knowledge-- since then; she even instructed a jiāng shī to take a single talisman and deliver it to any of the bloodline that may have still survived to this day. What they would do with ancient and princess knowledge of the darkest and most magnificent of magic artes is up to their discretion. All she asks for is that what she has found will be preserved, even long after she's gone. Ha-- she's human, isn't she? To want to be remembered...

She's in the Human Village right now, she's next to the people she would just love to understand, to use, to enchant, to curse, more. From where she hovers slightly above the ground, legs crossed shawl blowing slightly in the wind, there is actually a beggar's bowl down by her. No, she doesn't look like much of a beggar (or a hermit for that matter) at all, but she can play the part well. The only thing different today is that she appears a little on edge, perhaps wary, as she looks at each individual that passes by. Anyone of them could be a shinigami or kishin. Any one of them could be ready to put an end to her.

And Seiga? Well, she touches her hair pin lightly. ]

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