[It does...tug at him, somewhat. Pull at a thread that he's not sure he's ready to unravel. Richie may have spent two months under direct sway of gods but it doesn't negate thirty-odd years of ditching the concept altogether. These were former mortals elevated to higher positions, not majestic Others, incomprehensible creatures. It's easier to understand why Gabriel might fold. Why their proverbial Satan is an immature ass. It's not easier to forgive, but it's easier to understand.
Shar and Selune, though. Those are like the gods of myth. Petty and callous but with ties to each other, loyalties and moods that extend beyond the grasp of mortals. Then there's whatever it was that guided his own hands, the fates of his friends, a force so unknowable they hesitanted to put a name to it. Its effects so faint and fickle that you were scared to draw attention to it at all. Those are gods he can't understand, and so can't forgive.
It's unfair. But at least this once, they do get something they've asked for.]
...Sorry, what? [She'd introduced the idea earlier, however.] He's blowing himself up?
[though it's another reason she felt she had to go back.]
He... has a way to dispense with our parasites and the cultists once and for all with magic, but it will cost him his life. The goddess he follows, who he loved dearly, told him to do this, so he agreed.
[another example of gods who ain't shit!!!!]
If I'm there, I can convince him otherwise. I believe we can fight it without resorting to that. But it does put the whole offer at risk, doesn't it...
What is with your deities, Shady Lady? That's downright Old Testament.
[Perhaps not so far off his own myths and legends if he cared to consider them. But this fellow on the brink of detonation is far fresher news than say, Prometheus or Jonah.]
What's the alternative you've got in mind? I don't imagine you've got the business card of a stellar brain surgeon...
[If that were even an option. How does a brain parasite work? It's ghastly stuff, but he can't help that streak of morbid curiousity.]
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Date: 2025-04-06 03:21 pm (UTC)[It does...tug at him, somewhat. Pull at a thread that he's not sure he's ready to unravel. Richie may have spent two months under direct sway of gods but it doesn't negate thirty-odd years of ditching the concept altogether. These were former mortals elevated to higher positions, not majestic Others, incomprehensible creatures. It's easier to understand why Gabriel might fold. Why their proverbial Satan is an immature ass. It's not easier to forgive, but it's easier to understand.
Shar and Selune, though. Those are like the gods of myth. Petty and callous but with ties to each other, loyalties and moods that extend beyond the grasp of mortals. Then there's whatever it was that guided his own hands, the fates of his friends, a force so unknowable they hesitanted to put a name to it. Its effects so faint and fickle that you were scared to draw attention to it at all. Those are gods he can't understand, and so can't forgive.
It's unfair. But at least this once, they do get something they've asked for.]
...Sorry, what? [She'd introduced the idea earlier, however.] He's blowing himself up?
[what da hael]
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Date: 2025-04-12 12:18 pm (UTC)[though it's another reason she felt she had to go back.]
He... has a way to dispense with our parasites and the cultists once and for all with magic, but it will cost him his life. The goddess he follows, who he loved dearly, told him to do this, so he agreed.
[another example of gods who ain't shit!!!!]
If I'm there, I can convince him otherwise. I believe we can fight it without resorting to that. But it does put the whole offer at risk, doesn't it...
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Date: 2025-04-15 03:22 am (UTC)[Perhaps not so far off his own myths and legends if he cared to consider them. But this fellow on the brink of detonation is far fresher news than say, Prometheus or Jonah.]
What's the alternative you've got in mind? I don't imagine you've got the business card of a stellar brain surgeon...
[If that were even an option. How does a brain parasite work? It's ghastly stuff, but he can't help that streak of morbid curiousity.]