One could equate Reimu to a gnat with the way she was buzzing around Ornstein. A rude flick to his plate here, a small huffing noise there. "All this armor's pointless," She remarked, throwing the lion's head a glance. "Doesn't it just slow you down? Could probably sell it for a good price... geez, imagine how many dinners."
"I am strong enough that the weight does not matter. In any case, armor is a necessary burden when one fights what I fight," he replied, slightly bewildered by the sudden examination and critique. His chain rattled as he shifted to watch the girl flit about, poking and prodding at the golden shell he protected himself with.
"I have little need of money or food. Worldly concerns ceased to be my lot a long time ago.
Now, who are you?”
redwhitemaiden
"Reimu."
Surely that’s a reasonable enough answer. Now she’s got out her gohei, returning to her rounds of inspection with rugged prods of the rod. Dissatisfaction creased her face like scrunched rice paper.
"I can’t quite figure it out. Y’can’t be an oni, cause they sure love their food an’ booze; and they’d never wear something this gaudy. Some kind of god..? Hey, you got a shrine? Y’know, to gather faith and all that. Gods can never get enough of that junk, yeah?"














