07 . march/april catchall

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and friends.
What: God's life grows more complicated.
When: Late March into April; follows Bone House mingle and Sleepy Town log
Where: Catacombs, Bone House, etc.

Content Warnings: Marked as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[necrolord]

[ He cracks a smile. This one, at least, can be called that: wry and ancient, but there's humor in it. The air between them is heavy and still. He splays his fingers like ta-da. ]

Be not afraid.

[ He sits back, then. He sets his hand on his glass and traces patterns in the condensation. He pretends not to see the look in her eye. ]

Of course, it was a different playing field, back home... the pantheon's a little more crowded, here. I'm not even playing second fiddle, I'm playing, what, fourteenth? Sorry for the lack of lightning.

[hauntedsavior]

[well, thirteenth, but she can save her latest bit of revelation about mother mercy for a time when everything else is slightly less revelatory. so this is another god, then. it fits with everything that anna's done so far here. she just doubted she'd ever find communing with one so... normal. until she's sitting here, letting a god buy her drinks and talk about the world he's left behind.]

I've got enough lightning for the both of us. Turns out telling the Moss King that he can suck your dick is enough to get that extra-large lightning bolt you need to get back to shore.

[this does change things. it shouldn't, really, since he's always been the one with the power and the only difference is that she knows about it now. but it does. now she can approach these conversations with that knowledge, and with intent. and as she thinks back to the last conversation they had in person, she tries to break some of the ice forming between them. it's hard to tell if it will actually work.]

You just stood there and let me say all that stuff about the gods watching me put on a show. You son of a bitch. [she smiles, hoping that it's enough to cut the tension without hitting any hanging swords.] So did you already know that we'd make it out okay, or does it not work like that?

[necrolord]

That gambit worked?

[ The smile warms and brightens. He dips his head as though chagrined, a sort of You've got me there, and picks up his drink again. A little of the tension eases, by degrees. ]

In my defense, it was very funny. No, I don't see the future. If only. My domains are life and death... and the places in between. Flesh, bone, spirit. Time is still free to kick my ass.

[hauntedsavior]

[anna shrugs with the sense of "yeah, idk what to tell you", but she and the boat are both back safely, so yeah, it definitely did work. there's more, though, and she thinks back to another conversation that she'd had about things of this nature recently.]

So are you one of Paul's sources? Because I had a very interesting conversation with Paul recently about magic soul bullshit, and he wasn't willing to share any names. [if he is, she doesn't need to lie. if he's not, she still trusts him enough to go into more detail. how could anyone with the life philosophy of "in my defense, it was very funny" be untrustworthy?] I talked to him about the idea of nudging a couple of souls that are already intertwined just a little closer together. That still fall under your domain?

[necrolord]

You're in luck. Magic soul bullshit is my middle name. [ Wedge it in between Jacob and Jingleheimer, he doesn't say. ] That was almost certainly about me, so here's hoping he said good things. Yeah, I could have a look at that.

[ More like a melange, less like a Lyctor. Only moderately heretical, really. ]

[hauntedsavior]

Getting to be a bit of a mouthful, Jingles. [she says it from behind her beer, nursing it as she is. perhaps it's disrespectful to reduce the true name of god to that.]

But that's good. When I actually figure out what I'm looking for, I'll hit you back up. And if I'm honest, the only one I've ever heard say anything bad about you is G—and, like, even then she just said she didn't think you were that cool. [that does raise some questions, though. with the context of gideon, and what teacher needed to do in the immediate post-apocalypse. she lowers her voice again, an easy tell that she's about to talk about something more serious.]

So all of them. Gideon, Harrow, Palamedes. Did you raise them from the same ashes as the rest of it?