Patron Saints/ZhuPeyt 1

From Greenthings

<Greenling> Zhubin doesn't quite wake up with the sunrise. The Moon is still out, and there's a small bird on the head of the bed he's sleeping in, with a little letter in its mouth.
<Zhubin> "Is that for me, little messenger?"
* Zhubin reaches for the letter.
<Greenling> It drops the letter on your head and flies out the window.
* Zhubin opens and reads the letter! DRAMATICALLY!
<Greenling> To the representative of the potential inheritor of the late estate of the Divinity in Charge of Carnivorous Reptiles, Peyt Yenthu, Son of aforementioned Divinity, rec. Chosen of Luna, etc. etc.
<Zhubin> "Oh, yes. I did agree to act as his representative, didn't I?"
<Greenling> Apparently someone would like you to gather your newly-scaly acquaintance and avail yourself towards an office in the Bureau of Humanity upon a certain hour which is in a reckoning of time you don't recognize, but which looks kind of early.
<Peyt_Yenthu> (damn right you did)
<Greenling> for the sake of 'going over the necessary paperwork'.
* Zhubin gets up and looks for Thrall. Or someone who can give him directions.
<Peyt_Yenthu> (You've got a lot on your plate. You gotta get me my manse AND my pa's corpse. Let's see if you can use social for things other than, y'know, drowning Gem in Loom White-Out)
<Zhubin> (HEAD WHAMMY! APPLY DIRECTLY TO LOOM!)
<Greenling> (...+1 XP to you both.)
<Greenling> Thrall seems to be gone. Everyone else is still asleep.
<Greenling> (drag in the lady if you wanna roll to find the little bastard)
<Zhubin> "Ok, I think I can find my way back." Zhubin heads out of the Manse, by rope and window if needed, and towards the Manse that Peyt's late father had.
* Greenling changes topic to '<Peyt_Yenthu> (You've got a lot on your plate. You gotta get me my manse AND my pa's corpse. Let's see if you can use social for things other than, y'know, drowning Gem in Loom White-Out) <Zhubin> (HEAD WHAMMY! APPLY DIRECTLY TO LOOM!)�'
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt is sleeping.
<Peyt_Yenthu> ZZZzzzZZZzzzZZZzzz*burp*ZZZzzz
<Greenling> Zhubin manages to leverage himself out the window and head towards Peyt's dad's Manse.
<Peyt_Yenthu> (Remind me tomorrow if you see me that I need to spend the 3 hour car trip to school thinking up all the aspects of the Manse.)
<Zhubin> Once at the Manse, Zhubin will enter, trying to find Peyt.
<Zhubin> "Where are you, you giant son of a lizard-humper?"
<Greenling> (I'm just curious, does Zhubin's MDV surpass the Tell difficulty?)
<Peyt_Yenthu> (surpasses your mom)
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt is passed out on a couch near the front door.
<Zhubin> (Nah, only have a....7 MDV.)
<Zhubin> (Huh. Forgot to double my MDV while he's in a true form. So yes. Yes I can see it.)
<Greenling> Sleeping scaly drunken bandit.
* Zhubin pokes a toe into his ribs.
<Zhubin> "Get up. We've got a meeting to see if we get you your father's place. And remains."
<Peyt_Yenthu> (scales on his forearms and forehead only.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt gave a mutter and rolled to his side.
<Zhubin> "And clean the fish bits off your face. We're trying to make a good impression."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Meeeeehhhhh." He muttered and placed his arm over his ear.
* Zhubin applies more toe to ribs.
<Zhubin> "Don't make me throw your bag to Little Tyrant when we get back to Creation."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ya want to keep that foot, ya better start steppin' backwards."
<Zhubin> "Godd you are awake. Come on, you shouldn't be hungover ever again. One benefit of this glowing thing that we both ended up with." Zhubin extends an arm to help Peyt up.
<Zhubin> (*Good)
<Greenling> Peyt does in fact feel like a warm pile of shit, but not in the hangover sort of way.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt waved his arm away, getting up on his own. He heads over to the small pile of his armor, chopping sword, and hammer. "Hrrrmm...think I'm gonna have to kill anythin'?"
<Zhubin> "No. That would result in you not only getting nothing, but also both of us most likely having many angry Gods and worse tearing us limb from limb."
<Greenling> The armor, sword, and hammer are also extraordinarily clean.
<Greenling> ...As is Peyt.
<Greenling> ...Especially for Peyt.
<Zhubin> "Nice to see you thought ahead."
<Zhubin> "Next we need to find someone who can tell us where this Bureau is." Zhubin taps his foot, waiting for Peyt to finish getting ready.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt got dressed up and ready to go.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Bah...too damn early." He did his best to scrub at his face with the back of his hand as he headed out.
<Zhubin> "To the streets!" Zhubin heads thattaway!
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Where're we goin' again?"
<Zhubin> "The Bureau of...Humanity." So, let's take one of those 'dragon boats' we rode with Thrall. I should be able to afford one....probably."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Fine. You can pay fer it." He walked a bit lighter than he normally did. Granted, the massive weight he wore now didn't mean as much to him.
<Greenling> You head to the canals.
<Greenling> There is a canal, a canal god, and a bunch of boats. The canal god floats in the air and welcomes you.
<Zhubin> "Pardon me, but what would be the simplest way to the..Bureau of Humanity? I'm afraid I am not yet familiar with the routes to travel here."
* Zhubin gives a warm smile.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt frowns.
<Greenling> It points to one of the boats with a little white diamond on it.
<Greenling> "Right in the middle there."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Too-right." Peyt headed off for that boat.
<Zhubin> "Thank you!" Zhubin pays, in some Jade he carried for emergencies. (Damn you, exchange rate!)
<Greenling> (how much do you have in Resources, hmm :V)
<Zhubin> (4. Counts as....2 for Heaven. Zhubin weeps at the exchange rate. And tries to figure out just how to make it work in his favor.)
<Zhubin> (Alternative, how to buy Salary. >_> )
<Peyt_Yenthu> ("If you pay me a monthly stipend, I promise I will never talk in front of a town ever again.")
<Zhubin> (I think that...would result in the factions actually uniting to punch Zhubin so hard his next three incarnations will die.)
<Greenling> (yeah. yeah it might.)
<Greenling> The little god looks at your bag of Jade and frowns. :<
<Zhubin> "Jade isn't worth as much here, is it?"
<Greenling> "This is mostly trinkets. And I would have to pay much interest to exchange it for useful things." Thumbtwiddle.
* Zhubin coughs, slightly.
<Greenling> "Perhaps we could arrange something."
<Zhubin> "Peyt. Away from the boat...." Zhubin looks at the God, directly. "Such as?" Smiling.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt looked up at the God. "...what if I owe ya one?"
<Greenling> "Mmmh, how would I know you would pay?" He looks at Peyt.
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<Greenling> (Rei~)
<Kitsunemimi-Maiden> [*waves, thought she'd see what's up, even if she leaves in 2.5 hours*]
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt shrugged. "Not owe ya in money. Owe ya in a favor. You let us run the boat this once, I'll owe ya a favor if ya need somethin' heavy handed or whatever. Jade may not be worth much up here, but Favors be universal."
<Greenling> "While that's interesting, I'd still have the same question; how often would you even come up here? I don't know you."
<Zhubin> "No offense, but please ignore Peyt. I believe you had a proposition for me?" Zhubin pauses for a moment. "Though we can always take a slower conveyance."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt flipped Zhubin off. "You people. Don't trust no one unless it involves a hunk of rock." He goes walking off to find breakfast at a cart nearby.
<Greenling> "...Hmmph. I had no particular proposition." The god seems perturbed.
* Zhubin shrugs.
<Greenling> "I will accept this for one of those." He points to a larger ship coming in, laden with several deities.
<Zhubin> "Then...ah. Yes. That seems fair. Thank you."
<Zhubin> "Peyt. Our vehicle is here."
<Zhubin> To the God. "Where should we disembark, by the by?"
<Greenling> It describes a complex near the center of Yu-Shan.
* Zhubin nods.
<Zhubin> "Thank you again."
<Greenling> Peyt finds a cart selling sweetmeats, jerky, and strange fizzy drinks.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt comes back with an arm full of food, munching on some dried meat.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...what?"
* Zhubin leads Peyt to the larger boat.
<Zhubin> "Our ride."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Huh." He tosses some candied walnuts into his mouth. "...will we fit?"
<Greenling> You fit just fine.
<Greenling> Though Peyt is squished slightly.
<Peyt_Yenthu> He continues to eat the snacks he took, though he got a few nasty looks from some god that looked like a fish.
<Greenling> The ride moves on. It takes about half an hour.
<Greenling> (Zhu can roll Per+Aware.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt finishes up his food and fizzy drinks, feeling rejuvenated and ready for the day!
<Zhubin> (Let's get the Lady, first.)
-> *The_Lady* summon #fridaymortals
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<The_Lady> The Lady's shadow falls upon the room
<Zhubin> !roll_ww 5 7 ex
<The_Lady> Zhubin invokes the Lady...
<The_Lady> 1, 2, 6, 8, 9
<The_Lady> rolled 5d10. Got 2 Successes against a TN of 7, 10's are counted double
<Greenling> The boat rolls on~
<Greenling> It makes a number of stops; gods get off, gods get on, some guy with cat ears smiles at Zhubin...
<Greenling> And you eventually see the complex.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...this is why I hate public transportation."
<Greenling> ...Wow, this is big.
<Zhubin> "Agreed. And this is our stop." Zhubin leads the way!
<Zhubin> After asking for some more directions!
<Greenling> Most of the people available to ask don't know where that office is, but it sounds like it's probably on the top floor.
<Zhubin> Good enough for now! As long as its the right building, the right office can't be too far!
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt headed up for the top floor...well, what he assumed was the top floor.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Yay for Lunar Stamina
* Zhubin followed. (Yay Legendary Stamina.)
* Zhubin also asks people that seem to work there for proper directions.
<Greenling> (it is only four stories. the bigness is mostly "wow, this complex by itself is the size of or bigger than most towns I've been in" wideness.)
<Greenling> "...405 Red? Uhm." <_<
<Greenling> "Never heard of it."
<Zhubin> "But this is the proper Bureau, yes?"
* Zhubin presents the letter.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...Zhubin. Who gave you the letter?"
<Zhubin> "A bird."
<Greenling> Zhubin can't find the letter. :.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...now, I don't make much of a claim to be a civilized genius."
<Zhubin> "I had it right here...."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "But I'm getting the feeling we've been played."
<Zhubin> "I begin to dislike this place. Back to your Father's Manse. Now."
<Greenling> (describe where you are in the Bureau, on this top floor.)
<Zhubin> (Near the stairs, still. Having asked the first person/being they saw.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt rests his left hand on the handle of his chopper...just in case.
<Greenling> (did you take your weapons with you?)
* Zhubin lights up his (Oh yes.) forehead, spending one mote to know the time.
<Greenling> In a long hallway, then; most of the doors are closed, though you found one that was open as the pair of occupants, apparently gods of civilizations, were heading out to lunch.
<Greenling> Zhubin: it is currently mid-morning. The time is several hours after you were asked to be here.
<Peyt_Yenthu> (Peyt doesn't go anywhere without his regalia)
<Peyt_Yenthu> (Ouch.)
<Zhubin> "We were tricked."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Obviously. Dumbass."
<Zhubin> Zhubin takes a deep breath. "Sling shit later if you want what should be yours now."
* Zhubin takes off down the stairs, Essence beginning to trail around his legs ever so slightly.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I sling shit like I breath. Sacred right. Don't take it away from me." He glares at no one in particular. "But I do know, I'm going to crush someone."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt follows after Zhubin.
<Greenling> (is that a Charm?)
<Zhubin> (No..not yet. May ask if I can stunt Athletics up, or an Athletics charm, if needed, however.)
<Greenling> ('k.)
<Greenling> You both head back towards the canal.
<Greenling> There's a man by the door you're coming out of you vaguely recognize.
<Greenling> He's currently blocking it, standing there and smiling.
<Greenling> Kinda short, dingy-looking, blond, golden eyes and cat ears.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...huh."
<Zhubin> "Didn't we see him...on the boat, or something?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I think so."
<Greenling> He's looking at you.
* Zhubin looks back.
<Zhubin> "Please excuse us, we're in a hurry."
<Greenling> "I think you dropped something." He pulls out the letter and waves it at you.
* Zhubin bows and takes the letter.
<Zhubin> "Thank you! I must have."
<Greenling> "You're welcome. You're not in that mess with Wreath, are you?" He grins lazily.
<Zhubin> "Who is Wreath?"
<Greenling> "Blue-Dogflower-Ringed-Wreath-of-Ivy. Chosen of Jupiter- I hear it's shorter in Foresttongue."
<Greenling> "You look like that guy who died a couple years back." He looks at Peyt.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...dunno any Wreath."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "And I look like a lot of shit."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "But yeah...possibly."
<Greenling> "You up here for the Manse debacle?"
<Greenling> "I hope I've got the wrong guy... you don't look like half the Creation-destroying dogfucker people keep saying you must be." :d
<Zhubin> "Yes, we're here for the 'Manse debacle' and....fuck Creation, why does EVERYONE keep calling me a Creation destroyer?"
* Zhubin has a grumpy frown.
<Kitsunemimi-Maiden> [Because you're the cutest little existential threat to Creation ever!]
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah, here about my pa's manse and his body. Whazzit to you?"
<Greenling> "I don't mean you. I mean the other guy. Peyt, is it? Don't think anyone here connected you with this guy until now." He shrugs, still seeming completely affable. "Just curious. Word gets around, what with how the inquest's lasted this long, rumors about what happened to the body, the rumors of murder and all that."
<Zhubin> Zhubin smiles widely. "Ah! Peyt? Yes, he's a dog-fucker, alright. But would you know why I was giving a letter asking us to come here?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Fucker yer mom."
<Greenling> "Nope. Probably Wreath's fault, though. She really wants that Manse, y'know, she's been up for one for ages but they're all tied up."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...what's Wreath's fault?"
<Zhubin> (Gotta run for a minute! Back in 15 or so!)
<Greenling> "The letter. Maybe. I wouldn't know."
<Greenling> ('k.)
<Zhubin> (Is lunch delivery time for the wife. Which means I deliver.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Well then...you wouldn't happen ta know where the REAL meeting would be goin' on?"
<Greenling> "Meeting, meeting... I think that God of Lost Objects was waiting to hear from you and her, mostly."
<Greenling> "He's got an office in the Forbidding Manse, probably."
<Greenling> "Given his purview."
<Greenling> (doot n doo)
<Greenling> (...so how much of that did Peyt actually absorb?)
<Peyt_Yenthu> (sorry, stomach's hurting so I took something)
<Greenling> (no problem.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...Forbidding Manse."
<Peyt_Yenthu> ".........what?"
<Greenling> "What?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I...don't know what that is."
<Greenling> "Heh. Forbidding Manse of Ivy. That's what the building is called. It's big, green, and covered with ivy. There's also a sign."
<Greenling> "It's south-southwestish of here.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ah, a sign!"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Perfect, then we can make it out there. Uh...by the way...how big is this Wreath character?"
<Greenling> "How *big* is she?"
<Greenling> "She's Haltan."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Need to figure just how hard I'll need ta hit." He shrugged his shoulder to let the hammer on his back shift.
<Greenling> "...Ah, well, I hear she's just finished mastering her fourth Celestial style, so you may want to consider that in your calculations."
<Greenling> "Thanks for answering my questions, by the way." He moves out of the doorway.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Thanks fer askin' mine. Drop by the manse for a beer when ya get a chance. Just make sure I know you're there and you're having some." He walked out to head in the direction of the Forbidding Manse
<Greenling> He grins. "Sure. Have a nice rest of the day, Mr. Yenthu..."
<Greenling> You head towards the Forbidding Manse...
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt whistles while he walks.
<Peyt_Yenthu> People are trying to trick him out of his house and seeing his pa. Course, when that happened down in Creation, that normally meant hitting them until they quit it. But that didn't seem to work out so well up here. Bunch of supernaturals going crazy, and he was just a mo-...well, that did change some things, didn't it.
<Greenling> (hee.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> Though he did feel a bit weird. He felt smarter for now, for some reason, but as the days went by he started to feel less smart.
<Greenling> (...erf.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> (Shifting castes)
<Peyt_Yenthu> (YAAAAY)
<Greenling> (yay. I thought it was Waxing, though.)
<Zhubin> (I'm back!)
<Greenling> (to half.)
<Greenling> (wb :D)
<Zhubin> "Don't worry. Leave the fast-talking to me. That's why I offered to help, isn't it?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> (Maybe. You're the one who said he felt smarter)
<Greenling> (and then I corrected that :V)
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I'm here for looking big and getting truly and utterly pissed when someone decides to fuck around with me. You just...don't make the manse go away."
<Zhubin> "I won't. From what I understood of the explanation, I can't really do what I did to Gem again. Not without actually TRYING to."
<Zhubin> "And certainly not here."
<Greenling> (attention split sorry)
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah yeah...whatever. And uh...you think you can take someone who just learned super punching skills?"
<Zhubin> "Take? As in...fight? No."
<Zhubin> "But I should be able to persuade them to not fight."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I just want my house and my pa. I've got...something I always promised myself I'd do."
<Greenling> (hmm?)
<Zhubin> "Please tell me it doesn't involve desecrating the corpse somehow."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I make no promises."
<Zhubin> "But I'll do what I can to help."
<Zhubin> "...dammit."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Probably just bury him somewhere. Take him back to mum."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Dunno how big a body of a dead God could be."
<Zhubin> "I see. Of course I'll help with that."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "And the manse. I'd love a hideout no one can reach."
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<Greenling> (also #mortalsooc for a bit)
<Zhubin> "I suppose a place of residence away from Creation would have its uses."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Anyway...just don't show any signs of fear. They smell that like shit on a pig."
* Zhubin glances at Peyt, narrowing an eye.
<Zhubin> "Why would I fear? The Sun himself has told me of my righteousness. And hell, an axe bounced off my chest, remember?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "The Sun ain't gonna personally show up to pull yer ass from a fire. And you ain't exactly all THAT powerful."
<Zhubin> "No, but I'm pretty sure there is little that can hurt me, at least for a while. And that's what running away is for."
<Zhubin> "After all, I'm not so stubborn as to stand there when someone is trying to punch through me."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Maybe a few more years, but not now."
<Zhubin> "What do you mean?"
<Zhubin> "You figure I'll really become all that powerful? I mean, the tales of the Anathema say they were mighty, but not so mighty the Chosen of the Dragons couldn't kill them."
<Zhubin> "I mean, compared to what we were..." Zhubin shakes his head. "I think I'm already beginning to forget just what limits we had as mortals."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt shrugged. "I just know that before yesterday, I was lookin' at my last year o' life."
<Zhubin> "You really think so?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Bandits don't get as old as me, 'n I was pokin' some pretty rough people. Was only a matter of time before somethin' got me."
<Zhubin> "I see. Honestly, I can't say my life-span would have been that long. After all, that was one Wyld Hunt after me the first night we met."
<Greenling> (it is quite an achievement; most Solars don't get Wyld Hunts after them personally before they Exalt.)
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah, but people didn't hate you personally. Just what you were."
<Greenling> (also, you may arrive at the Manse when you wish, though this is a wonderful little convo.)
<Zhubin> "The people whose towns I had a Hunt come into hated me personally. I know...there's probably a long list of deaths I caused by preaching. You stole money and goods. I stole their security, I worry."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ah well. I was a bandit. Some uppity shit with a sword would be out to make a name of themselves." He looked up at the oncoming manse. "There it be."
<Zhubin> "Large, imposing, and covered with ivy." Zhubin nods.
<Greenling> There it be indeed. Arrr.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "So, somewhere in there is a God of Lost Things."
<Zhubin> "Let's make sure he's not one of them!" Zhubin heads for the front door!
<Greenling> The dear god is that soulsteel? sign over the door says "FORBIDDING M NSE OF IVY"
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<Zhubin> "Huh, creepy. Except for the missing letter." Opening the door!
<Greenling> You open it.
<Greenling> ...That's a wall.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...we got fucking played."
<Greenling> A god floats out of the wall.
<Greenling> "Oh, excuse me." They pass you.
* Zhubin shrugs and touches the wall.
<Greenling> It seems to be not actually a wall.
* Zhubin walks through.
<Greenling> Zhubin goes fwip.
<Greenling> The room is huge and dark, lit occasionally by strange alchemical lamps. There are many books, scrolls, and silent gods.
* Zhubin waits for Peyt.
<Greenling> Just as you enter, the Sun comes up, lighting the windows. Some of the gods begin to whisper.
<Greenling> It's... beautiful in here.
<Greenling> A god you didn't see floating by the door pokes you on the shoulder.
<Greenling> "Appointment?"
<Zhubin> "I'm representing an involved party in regards to a dispute over the Manse of the God of Carnivorous Reptiles. My client is currently outside."
<Zhubin> "I believe we will need to see the God of Lost Things."
<Peyt_Yenthu> (back)
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt walks in through the wall. "...Peyt Yenthu. Here because some star kid decided to play a joke on me."
<Greenling> The god looks at you with fear and steps back a bit.
<Greenling> Other gods seem to perk up and watch, most of them thinking they're being surreptitious.
<Greenling> "...May I take a message?"
<Zhubin> "Oh no, would you mind directing us?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "..." Peyt's eyebrows raise. "...was it somethin' I said?"
<Zhubin> "No, no. It's probably something one of us did, yet again."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Anyway...let the God of Lost Things know I comin' up. Need to go over some stuff."
<Greenling> "..." :<
<Greenling> "...I can give you directions?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...real directions?"
<Greenling> "Why would they be false directions?" o.O
<Greenling> "He's in the back."
<Zhubin> "Thank you." Zhubin leads in the indicated direction!
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt follows after.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Hopefully. Hard to tell since so many people have screwed around with him today.
<Greenling> You head down, down... there are stairs down.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Awful lot of stairs down."
<Zhubin> "Yes. Heaven seems to be built to an impressive scale."
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<Greenling> You eventually emerge in a hallway with no doors.
<Greenling> It seems to be lighted by some kind of soft lichen growing in the moulding.
<Zhubin> "Hello?"
<Greenling> It's a long hallway. You can't see the end of it.
<Greenling> It's very quiet back here.
* Zhubin continues forward. If it gets darker, I'll light the tunnel.
<Greenling> You continue forward.
<Greenling> Eventually, you get to a door.
<Greenling> It seems to be a normal door with a push handle.
* Zhubin knocks.
<Zhubin> "Better polite, in cases like this."
<Greenling> No answer, though the door does swing open a tiny bit.
* Zhubin pushes the door open further.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt follows in behind, his hammer shifted for easy grabbing.
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<Greenling> The first thing Zhubin notices as he opens the door is a pair of piercing green eyes.
<Greenling> After only a glimpse, a wave of mortal terror breaks over him, as images of confusion and mass slaughter surround him. Friends and lovers being cut down, betrayed, chaos, the fall of nations, sudden and complete war.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...feels like a birthday party at my gran's."
<Greenling> And superimposed over all of these, a glimpse of those eyes- those arms wrapped around you, pinning you to the wall, a slender knife against your throat, and a voice, soft and sad and almost breaking: "I'm sorry. We had to do this."
<Greenling> Pain and death.
<Greenling> Peyt, on the other hand, sees an old dude looking calmly at Zhubin.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Granpa 'n everything."
<Greenling> "Excuse me," he says in a voice that seems to have no accent, and walks past the both of you through the hall.
<Greenling> There's a nice quiet little room behind you, well-lit and filled with librarian gods.
* Zhubin falls to his knees, arms crossing in front of his face, hands reaching for the knife that isn't there.
<Greenling> He glances almost imperceptibly at Zhubin as he passes, but otherwise seems not to notice.
* Zhubin chokes, feeling the sense of the knife dragging across his throat before he blinks, seeing the room.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...godsdamn mate, it's just a library. I don't like 'em much m'self, but at least I can keep standin'." Peyt heads on in through the door.
<Zhubin> Zhubin staggers back to his feet, trembling slightly. "W-w-who was that?" he asks of a near god.
<Greenling> The little god looks up, presses a finger to his lips, and says "Shhh."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "This is why I hate libraries." He looks down at the lil' God. "Oi. Where's the God of Lost Things?"
<Greenling> The little god looks up, presses a finger to his lips, and says "Shhh."
<Greenling> :V
<Greenling> Another god sitting beside that one rolls their eyes.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt's eyes narrow. "Alright, see, I've got all damn day and only one appointment. Either point me in the right direction so I get out of your hair, or I take a seat and ask you the entire flipping day."
<Greenling> "That was Chejop Kejak. He's the Director. And that-" he points to a corner where that pointy dude Peyt saw earlier is sitting- "is who you're looking for."
<Greenling> The little god looks up, presses a finger to his lips, and says "Shhh." :D
<Greenling> "I'm sorry," says the other one softly.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Shhhh." Peyt heads for the pointy dude they were looking for.
<Zhubin> Zhubin nods thankfully to the one that talked. To Peyt: "Chejop Kejak? I'll have to...remember...that name."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Good luck with that. From what I gather, they're slippery bastards. Like that....Wraith......Wrong......wriggle person."
<Greenling> You come upon the god in question.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt moves up closer. "Peyt Yenthu. Was told you were lookin' fer me."
<Greenling> He looks up at Peyt, first with arrogance, then mild fear.
<Zhubin> "In regards to a Manse, I believe." Zhubin is careful to talk quietly.
<Greenling> "Oh. You. Hello."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...godsdamn, why's everyone lookin' at me like I just ate their mother?"
<Greenling> <_< >_> "What do you need?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Here to talk about the Manse and gettin' my pa's body."
<Zhubin> "Peyt, do you still have that original letter that informed you of your now late father's demise, that requested you come to Heaven in regards to your inheritance?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ummmm...I think so...." He opened his breastplate to look in his pockets for the letter.
<Zhubin> Zhubin looks directly at the God.
<Zhubin> "You seem to know just who my companion is, yes?"
<Greenling> "...We met."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "We did?"
<Greenling> "You were half-asleep."
<Greenling> "Would you like to set up a date and time, preferably soon, to discuss the issue?"
<Zhubin> "Peyt, please tell me you didn't threaten this gentlebeing while sleeping. Please."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "......oooooooooooooooooooh."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I thought....there were.......things that...."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "He acted like one of the guys who was gonna take my pa's house. In my defense, he treated me like trash first!"
<Greenling> "...Well. I did get somewhat cross at him. But he was drooling on the carpet!"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "My pa was a giant god of carnivorous reptiles! Spit is the LEAST of the fluids that were likely spilt on that carpet."
<Greenling> The god sighs.
<Zhubin> Zhubin also sighs.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Whatever...when's the soonest we can set all this up? I'm havin' enough trouble with some Sid trying to screw up meeting dates."
<Zhubin> "Moving on past that unfortunate, and disgusting, anecdote...." Zhubin gives an elegant shrug of his shoulders, somehow conveying a weariness with Peyt and a wonder at why, exaclty, he is here.
<Greenling> "Erm. A Sidereal? Who?" He looks annoyed. "They're not allowed."
<Greenling> "Er, I mean..."
<Greenling> "If someone is tampering with this, that *is* a problem."
<Greenling> "And you should tell the arbitrator if that's going on."
<Zhubin> "Who is the arbitrator? We seem to not be able to acquire the full details, I'm afraid."
<Greenling> He picks out a note from his own pocket and gives it to you.
<Greenling> "We'll be making an appointment in the Bureau of Heaven."
* Zhubin bows, in a respectful manner.
<Zhubin> "I see."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...alright, so we'll be making an appointment."
<Greenling> The note gives details on meetings had thus far between him, Wreath, and the names of various arbitrators.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Though...I thought this was the appointment."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah, Wreath! That's the bitch! She keeps screwin' around with me."
<Greenling> "Hmm? I don't know anything about it. I had paperwork to do, I presumed someone sent you a follow-up note."
<Greenling> "To go meet with the Bureau of Heaven."
<Greenling> "...Does she. That's unfortunate."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "She sent us a note to the Bureau of Humanities. Top floor."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...there is no fucking top floor."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Well, there is. But ya know what I mean."
<Zhubin> "Yes. I receieved a note directing us to Red 405, of that Bureau. We found out such a place didn't exist."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Then some lil' buster with cat ears gave us the low-down."
<Greenling> He looks befuddled. "I think that... *is* a broom closet... I don't recall..."
<Greenling> "Cat ears? You don't mean Therin?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Didn't know a name. Just was the one who set us straight."
<Greenling> "Hmm. I hope he isn't getting in on this." ==;
<Greenling> "But anyhow; appointment? I have tomorrow morning."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...should I not have said he could come over for a beer if I got the place?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Sounds good fer me. Not like I'm doin' anything else."
<Zhubin> "Yes, that would be fine, of course."
<Greenling> "I really don't know. He's just a very strange man."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ah well. As long as I didn't give up anythin' weird."
<Greenling> "By asking him in? I don't think so."