"I'll get some of Sifu's wrapped fly incense then. And pray for less strange days. You know, Noriko, he says it's supposed to be a great offering to the great spider gods that control fate." Brass manages to say this with a straight face. It's quite the ordeal from how her mouth is twitching.<br/><br/>"And we've got some kinda group of whacked out god bloods that claim descent from Gaia? I guess this is the beginning of the age of chaos. Or," she says, reviving the mortals, "perhaps one of us is on a drug trip? And today is just a hallucination?"