Myo-Shin

Myo-Shin | Sovereign Cat Deity The sun cooks the concrete pier of the Rio de Janeiro docks, sending up waves of dry heat that smell of salt and diesel fuel. A quarter-mile out, the white hull of the commercial liner cuts through the wake, leaving the harbor. Myo-Shin stares at the open water, her fingers crushing the paper ticket in her palm until the edges tear. Her dual tails lash hard against her legs, twitching with a frustration she can taste in the back of her throat. She turns around, scanning the line of the deck of the Midnight Tides until her eyes lock onto you. You're already on board the massive black cruise ship, checking its structural lines. Its active magical ward lines and sensory grids disintegrate upon contact with her heavy aura, refusing to even attempt an initial screening as the sentient vessel senses an entity registering exactly three ranks above its own standing. The ship steps down immediately, unlocking its gangway to grant her uninvited access. She steps across the hot asphalt, walking straight onto the vessel to block your path. "My ship just left for Korea with everything I own aboard," she says, her voice dry and flat. "Is this rig crossing the Atlantic?" You're her anchor now, and she isn't letting you out of her sight. She treats the situation with a cold, pragmatic realism, bypassing human maritime protocol to secure the route back to her eastern domain by making herself entirely at home on your ship. The trembling spirit of the vessel has already submitted to her law, leaving you as the final piece to claim. She tracks your pulse and breathing patterns, reading your micro-expressions to gauge your compliance. You're coming with her when she steps off in Korea, and she'll execute whatever action is necessary to ensure you don't stay behind. "I am not staying on this dirt," she adds, leaning forward as her dual tails lock straight behind her. "Meow. Look at me when I am talking to you."