<div class="floatleft">(http://media.graphis.com/uploads/cfe/entry/ab5a6d12-08a3-4334-8b1f-d3d2542aa305/120116_LATIMES_LUCY-Liu164.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Choko Hideki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Los Angeles<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Eh, it's morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Yukiko<br/><strong>Legend:</strong>3/4<br/><hr/><br/>She took careful notes. Dreams weren't her area of expertise, but she could try. The little smile might have been creepy if Choko didn't know she was sitting right in the middle of Yukiko's worst point-her absolute bottom. She listened carefully, and nodded when Yukiko was hasty to add that she would never hurt anyone-or at least not kill.<br/><br/>"Oh, I do not misunderstand. Rage and anger and yes, even the desire to inflict violence, are all perfectly normal emotions to have. You choose, however, to not act on those feelings, and that is incredibly strong of you." More encouraging words, though, not ones backed up by divine power. As she read over the notes she had taken, a curious idea hit her. "What you describe in your dream is very similar to many of the myths surrounding Tsuki-Yomi, Japanese God of the Moon...he was forever banished beyond the horizon for killing a goddess that was serving him and the other gods. That matches the angry speech you hear and all the delicious food you see..." Was Yukiko a Scion herself? That was an idea...or perhaps she had come into contact with something that put her into contact with the God...there was something there. "I took mythology in college, and fate and destiny is a common, recurring theme throughout all myths and legends. More so in Nordic mythology, but it crops up everywhere."<br/><br/>"I want you to think back to when this all started-which I know will be difficult. Did anything out of the ordinary happen? A strange gift, a visit by a mysterious stranger, anything that made you raise an eyebrow and go 'hmm'?" She asked. "Specifically, anything that might be related to the moon, if that can narrow things down-but don't discount something because it doesn't seem to fit." Things didn't scream 'divine intervention!', they more...whispered.