[ Since the renovation of his home and opening the doors to people of the Bastion, Seimei has made a sincere effort to be seen on occasion between his lounging at home and deeper explorations into the Skyway collecting shards and bits of the shattered world to decorate the estate with. He was just heading out to the Skyway, his large shikigami perched with one leg on either of his shoulders, wings spread just enough to shade him from the sunny light, its long neck arching well past the tall hat he wears.

Watching from a polite distance as the hulking man - is he an oni? - lets out unusual demons into the Bastion, the onmyoji finally decides to be a politely welcoming figure. Sometimes new arrivals enjoyed his polite dignity more than the enthusiasm of younger survivors. ]

Another bit of flotsam and jetsam washing up on the shores of time and space, I see. [ The significantly smaller man drawled, his voice pleasant and vaguely amused. He wasn't tall by the standards of most societies and AZ absolutely dwarfed him. At least his voluminous robes gave him the illusion of a bit of mass, because really, he was as slender as he was short. On the upside, he didn't seem the least bit intimidated by the large man.

In fact, he reached into one of his large sleeves and withdrew a plump gold persimmon, eyes squinting in a decidedly fox-faced smile as he held it out for AZ, if he liked. ]

Have you puzzled it all out for yourself, yet? If not I can give you the long or the short of it, your choice. My name is Abe no Seimei.

Welcome to the Bastion.