eon 'disaster gay' flamewing (
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feonixe2018-02-18 09:52 pm
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two immortals walk into a bar
Come, all ye immortals... ![]() You walk into a bar. Maybe you were given a ticket by a fellow passing immortal, or had the prescience to obtain one yourself - whichever it is, the well-polished key will take you to an establishment that operates outside the confinements of spacetime. A bar exclusively for immortals, whether you were born this way or attained it as a mortal being. Gods, demons, vampires - no matter what you are, you are welcome here. It serves a myraid of drinks and snacks catered to the tastes of every world, so it's easy to find something palatable (even including human souls, if that's your preferred food). A corridor leads down the lounge to a variety of other rooms. Opening a door would transform it into a pool room, a singing room, or perhaps a quiet place for meditation. The establishment responds to the will of its patrons - as long as you behave, you will be allowed to stay here for as long as you like. Come in and take a seat. Maybe there's someone looking for you. |
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You were so handsome that I simply couldn't tear my eyes away! [This is not the right answer, she's just being an ass.
But she keeps grinning at Ain, content to be more of a troll than actually serious.] Do I dare hope you were staring at me for the same reason?
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Oh, no. I was merely looking at the light you cast. [ Angelic aura and all. ]</small. Whom do you serve?
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Hmm, so serious. But I was doing the same. [Though her smile falters, just slightly, when he asks who she serves. She would rather not think about that - but that's what acting flippant about it is for.]
God, just a God. Or The God, for some people. [A wave of her hand, before it shifts back under her chin.] What about you? I'm sure your answer is much more interesting.
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So, with an expression of loyalty bordering on smugness: ]
I am an emissary of the Goddess Ishmael. She gave life to the barren land of Elrios.
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Though her thoughts are less on that, and more on her new
victimcompanion, almost feeling envious of how loyal he is to his Goddess. Things would've been so much easier if she felt the same way about her God.]I've never heard of either, but your Goddess sounds powerful. [She is being genuine now, smile fading as she regards him with a curious look. Most other angels back home would never talk to her beyond missions, so time to barrage Ain with questions.]
But you're an emissary? What's your mission?
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It is my duty to restore the El energy that has weakened in the mortal world. [ His expression now shifts to one of suitable disapproval, though still mild to maintain his impression of being well-mannered. ] The humans received this gift from the Goddess, yet they misuse it and caused it to decline. It's such a shame, really.
[ The Goddess loves humans, yet he can't understand why. They're so dumb sometimes. ]