#clevercommandernazrin

I'm pretty sure this is far from an exaustive list.  I've lost all track of who I owe.  So hit me over the head with something if I've missed you.

I Owe:

scarlethumans thegoddessmoyria dreamerphoenix speedycrowtengu cherubic-callow scarfandmuses

I await:

clevercommandernazrin rommantic--children

Edit:

At the dangerous place called the Mound of the Nameless. The shopkeeper was busy, cremating the bodies he find found there. He wanted to start searching for valuable items here, but he couldn't with all the these decaying corpses that he finds.

His work was halted however, when he heard footsteps approaching him. Opening his bag, he reaches out for his weapon. Ready to fire at any youkai that tries to steal the corpses he was doing a memorial service. He was relieved though, to see that it was just the little dowsing general.

Well, that was very interesting. Orin could smell Nazrin, of course, but that was normal. In the temple, she could usually smell just about all of its denizens. She looked around in both directions, trying to figure out just who might have left it for her, before finally shrugging. She had been meditating, after all, and perhaps whoever it was didn't want to disturb her. So taking the serving tray in, Orin closed the door, leaned against the wall, and took several long drinks, gulping the liquid down almost all at once.

It was less than a minute later that she actually noticed a difference. Tiger. The all-too-familiar scent of Shou was suddenly foreign, as were most of the scents around her. But her scent was the only one that sent fear-chills down Orin's spine. Making sure the door was closed, Orin took a moment to hyperventilate before looking around, finally looking into the mirror, where she saw probably one of the most shocking things in her life. In moments, her piercing scream could be heard through all the nearby area.

"Uggg... my head."

Nue sat up and took a look around the room, trying to figure out where she was, why she was there and what the heck she did last night.  The throbbing headache was not making thinking much easier, she seriously needed to figure out away around that problem with alcohol.

After a few more moments spent in a futile attempt to figure out what she had been up to she noticed that there was a large patch of the floor that was glowing neon pink... because of her own illusions.