7066/Am I Lucky Now

Am I Lucky Now
Date of Scene:	25 July 2021
Location:	Central Park
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Frederick Foswell, Saeko

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Frederick Foswell has posed:
Frederick Foswell was not having a good day. JJJ had another one of his temper tantrums today, and Foswell was on the receiving end of his temper, even though he had nothing to do with why he was angry. To make matters worse, he spilled mustard all over his new pants, and his son needed braces. All together, it was a very lousy day for Foswell. In fact, it would seem that Foswell had been having a rough time when it came to luck for a long time. For the past five weeks one misfortune after the other plagued him, his family, and his alter-ego, the sinister Bug Man, and Foswell was getting sick of it.

Foswell had decided to go for a walk in Central Park to calm his frayed nerves before going home to his loving family. He hadn't even bothered to dress for a walk, and was still in his blue dress suit, complete with a yellow tie and now mustard stained blue slacks. His coke bottle glasses glinted sunlight as he reached up and smoothed out his short, brown hair. Suddenly, he looked to his left and stopped mid-step, grunting in light interest in what he saw. It was a shrine to Inari, kami of good fortune. Foswell knew of this particular kami, mostly due to his daughter's history homework. His brief confusion over why the shrine was there was replaced with a rather desperate, and probably dumb idea. Foswell reached into his suit pocket and pulled out ten bucks and placed it gently on the donation plate. True, this probably wouldn't work and would warrant a big confession to his parish priest the next time he went to Confession, but Foswell was desperate for luck, even a little. Perhaps if this Inari was real, they would have pity on this pathetic little man and grant him at least some good fortune.

Saeko has posed:
An old shrine, forgotten by most as merely a decoration and donation highlighting the cultural diversity of the city. There was no stretch of Tori gates nor monks in attendance all year long...but it was still there, maintained and visited by the faithful and curious alike.

Relaxing her 'conditions' and flexing the rules to open herself to more 'general' calls for health rather than simply the prayers of the most faithful had turned the shrine into one of the clearest beacons to Saeko outside of magical summonings.

And today it called to her once more.

There was no bright light, none witnessed by any passers by, no heavenly chior or booming voice. When Frederick turns to face away from the shrine he'd find himself no longer alone.

There were no need for illusions or subterfuge when summoned, instead the figure that stood in the clearing was wrapped in the deep red yukata she prefered, the beauty with black hair lazily crossing her arms at her chest while her tails lazily sway through the air behind her.

"Welcome, one who seeks aid..."

Frederick Foswell has posed:
Upon hearing the voice, Frederick immediately jumped and turned around, and was greeted by a girl with tails. His mouth drops in surprise, and he immediately begins to stammer. Obviously, he managed to summon something he wasn't even trying to summon. As frederick continuued to stammer, he realized that he had to be careful about what he said, as even the smallest mistake could be his undoing. So, with all of his confidence, he managed to say,

"D..Did I summon you?"

Saeko has posed:
While her traits were clearly human save those tails and ears, the unnatural beauty was clearly anything but as she offered a little chuckle, stepping forward and lowering her hands to a folded position in front of her.

"You made an offering, you asked for aid...does it surpise you so that a call was answered?"

Because of course, why would a divine spirit be concerned about prayers that had gone unanswered by other beings?

Frederick Foswell has posed:
Foswell nodded dumbly at that she said and sat down at a nearby bench. Foswell had been a praying man for years, but this was the first time a divine agent had actually visited him, and he wasn't even praying this time. From where Foswell was sitting, he looked quite disheveled, his suit was all wrinkled, his glasses were crooked, and the yellow mustard stain on his pants was more evident than ever. He then looks up at the spirit and lets out a sigh as he says,

"So, your a luck spirit eh? I guess I can use your help."

He then lets out another, much more frustrated sigh as he looks down at his pants and says,

"I've been having a horrible string of luck recently. I'm starting to think I'm becoming life's punching bag ya know."

Saeko has posed:
A little shift, her brow raising and a little quirk of her lips before she leans forwards. "A little bit of an over-simplification...but certainly, if that is what you would like."

"You are feeling beat down by life and chance, that is your woe?"

Frederick Foswell has posed:
"Yeah, you could say that."

Foswell looks down at his feet and lets out a heavy sigh as he does. It actually felt nice to have someone to talk to about his issues. True, he wasn't said talk to come so soon, but it still helped. He then looks back up at the spirit and says,

"I'm a family man, I do my best to provide for them and give them the best life forward. I've been taught that good things come to those who do good. But recently, that hasn't been happening at all. Every day it's something that comes along to ruin it. It's almost like your boss put a curse on me or something, err, not offense."

Of ocurse, he purposely did not mention the fact he was a bloodthirsty crime boss.

Saeko has posed:
A provider seeking prosperity, it wasn't the first. Farmers seeking a good harvest, merchants seeking trade, the same had been asked of her for centuries and had been granted in the past.

Still, his comment brings a laugh, her hand raising to her mouth with the giggle before Saeko clicks her tongue.

"It would take true wickeness and blasphemy to bring Inari's wrath down upon you singularly, and we would have met before now if they had. Fortune is fickle, a leaf blown through the woods in a storm. A loose thread in a tapestry. But sometimes things can be...guided."

Her eyes move past him, drifting to the shrine and his offering. "You have made an offering, luck may bend your way...but without effort and action luck is but a passing moment."