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[another day in Mac Anu, though the sun seems to be...a bit more vibrant and bright. for some reason. who knows.

but for those roaming about, you may come across posters on various walls of the city, through all the districts, and maybe even tacked to a couple shop doors. it's an advertisement for a new guild; each drawn by hand.

you see: it had taken a bit of time, but Amaterasu had finally gotten about to creating her own guild in The World. and now she plans on getting the word about it to everyone who may be looking for a guild - or, even those in one, a secondary place for them to come to if they would so desire. the treasury is stocked full of various items gathered from her adventures. it was all set up.

now to recruit!

scenario a. it doesn't really matter where you may be, whether it's outside the warp gate area, the main fountain area of Mac Anu, or one of the other districts of the city. Amaterasu is there with a pleasant smile on her face, looking quite pleased and happy. did you happen to see the posters about the city?

are you interested in joining the guild? or maybe you just want to make some small talk. well, whichever. she'll be happy.

scenario b. on the bridge the connects the Chaos Gate to the Town Square, there is a grunty sitting on the rail and just relaxing. occasionally reaching to the bag at its side and pulling out a meat bun to partake in the joys that is eating.

this dog ears, red marked little grunty really should be doing some advertisement for the guild and getting people to join. but. eh, that can come later. it's quite happy enough to just sit there and enjoy the view.]

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[This is a diligent little daughter tacking up more posters. Yes she's a bit... vertically challenged, but there are benches and sturdy things to stand on. No such thing as obstacles!]

Almost got it... Eeep!

[Welp, that signboard wasn't very sturdy. Little mouse-god is on the ground now, covered in the pretty pink posters she had been carrying]

Chuuuuu...

Aah, Tachi!

[looks like mama caught sight of this and has come to hover over her little mouse daughter, frowning and looking...a little worried!

she peels a poster away, setting it to her own lap.]

Are you okay?

[Owowowow... Oh no, it's Mom! She springs up and tries to gather the posters together.]

Ah, I'm alright Mother! It's just a little slip.

[She puts the slightly mussed up stack in her lap, giving an antsy smile.]

[for a moment she just looks at Tachi before a soft laugh comes forward; bubbling up and out and she reaches out to smooth back her daughter's hair. (or maybe mess it up, since it was relatively neat already.)]

I guess that it would take more than a small tumble like that...

[a smile.]

How about we take a break, Tachi? Let's go and get something to eat. [always hungry.] It will be my treat.

[She gives a pout at her mother's laugh, but doesn't move away from the soft touch.]

You can always make room for a meal, huh Mother?

[She says that in a teasing tone, sporting a cheerier grin. She doesn't consider that to be a bad thing; Momma + food = happy Momma.]

I'm sure you know good places though.

[of course of course; if there is anyone who knows how to fit in eating into a schedule of things that were meant to be done, it was certainly Amaterasu.

but she's always got time to spend with her children ♥]

Mm, there are plenty of places with different types of food.

[pushing herself up, she stands and gives the area a quick look around. what wound be good? which shop to go to --]

Ah-! There's one that sells cherry cakes. They aren't as good as Mrs. Orange's, but, they are still very tasty.

((This tag is so ridiculously late ;v;))

Cherry cakes... Oh, I remember those!

[Mrs. Orange, the sweet lady she was, would sometimes leave some treats for the little creatures that came to visit her... hehe.]

If you say they're tasty, then what are we waiting for? Stomachs aren't patient!

[She puts the posters on a table for sticking ip later, and grabs onto Amaterasu's hand with both of her own.]