Patron Saints/ZhuPeyt 2

From Greenthings

<Greenling> You had just met, among other people, the God of Lost Things who had a claim to Peyt's late father's Manse, who directed you to... (*shuffles notes*)
<Greenling> Go... fuck yo- wait, wrong notes...
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt's ears burnt.
<Zhubin> "Now we have an appointment made so we can get you what should be yours."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "A house and a dead body."
<Zhubin> "Generally we refer to such things as an inheritance."
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* Sparda is now known as Kahu
* Greenling is now known as Lance
* Lance is now known as Greenling
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Do we normally have to fight over an inheritance?"
<Zhubin> "In the case of a missing inheritor, such as you, in this case, some amount of dispute is normal. Short form: Yes."
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<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ahhh...so it was good ta bring the hammer, roight?" He shifted the hammer around on his shoulder.
<Zhubin> "I know you can't be that uneducated. Dispute as in the talking version. Weapons shouldn't, for the hundredth time, be needed!"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...talkin' always ends with weapons bein' needed. You should know this by now."
<Zhubin> "I'd rebut that, but the past while hasn't been conducive to my argument."
* Kitsunemimi-Maiden is now known as Rei
<Peyt_Yenthu> "So it's good I brought my hammer, my sword, and my armor."
<Zhubin> "Shut up." Zhubin scowls. "We really shouldn't need them. And besides, the Lions said no more fighting from either of us."
<Greenling> The Bureau of Heaven seems to be right over the next jade-lined, flower-ridden, glories-of-past-ages-on-all-sides hill.
<Greenling> It looks much like all the other hills here, really.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "They said no more fightin'. But if someone else starts shite, at least I'll last that much longer until the kitties show up."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Know what this place needs?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "More grills.
<Zhubin> "Grills as in...bars over windows?"
<Zhubin> "Why would Heaven need those?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Because if they're not going to start putting in strip clubs, I need somethin' else to look at. Everythin's too...pretty."
* Rei stretches some, having taken a bit of a stroll. Well, okay, a long stroll.
<Zhubin> "Oh, they have a strip club."
<Zhubin> Zhubin says this offhandedly, as if its completely natural.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...well then I know what we're doin' after this."
<Zhubin> "We'll ask Thrall to take you there. After we've dealt with the inheritance."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Would be nice to take a lady of questionable moral values afterwards, is true."
* Rei appears on cue, smiling to Zhu and Peyt, waving in greeting
* Zhubin waves to Rei!
<Zhubin> "Silent one! Managed to make your way out of that Manse, then?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...I thought she got stepped on."
<Zhubin> "....what?"
* Rei gives a nod, purring some. What stories she could tell! ...she apparently left her tablet elsewhere, though
* Rei blinks
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Oh yeah, she doesn't talk."
* Rei looks mildly confused at the 'stepped on' comment, as well.
<Zhubin> "What were you talking about, her being stepped on?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Dunno. She's small. Doesn't say nothin'. Haven't seen her. Figured she got stepped on."
<Greenling> The Bureau of Heaven is as large as the Bureau of Humanity, somewhat more foreboding, and contains no starmetal.
* Rei blinks, glancing down at her chest. Not that small. Peyt is just huge. She mrfs and shrugs some, stretching and following after Zhubin, letting them lead on
<Greenling> There is graffiti on the side: "Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch'entrate". Blasted Low Realm nonsense.
<Zhubin> "Can't quite make that out...I'm rather surprised that anyone here even knows Low Realm, much less would deign to use it."
<Greenling> And somewhere, the God of Low Realm cries into her pillow.
* Kahu is now known as SpardaKillingNazis
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Is all monkey speak ta me."
* Rei hrms and shrugs some.
* Zhubin tries to find the entrance of this building!
<Greenling> The entrance is nice and plain and obvious.
<Greenling> It's not even a door, there's just a hallway leading in.
<Zhubin> "Well, that's more convenient."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt heads in, his larger than before body clinking with enchanted metal and regular metal.
* Zhubin walks in, to the meeting place.
<Greenling> Clink, clank, clink, clank...
* Rei hms, glancing to Zhubin and following after, curious even if a bit intimidated.
<Greenling> Gods look at Peyt and glower.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...what?"
<Greenling> They do not answer.
<Zhubin> "I really wonder what it is you did."
<Zhubin> "I accidentally reshaped Creation and I hardly get a glance. You...."
* Rei hms. Accessory to the destruction of Gem?
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...you did somethin'. I don't know what, but when I find out? BAM! Out the window."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Whatever it was, I got blamed for it."
<Zhubin> "Perhaps they're all in awe of your reputation as a fearsome Bandit King?" Just a slight smirk crosses Zhubin's face.
<Greenling> You all find yourself in front of an office with the word ARBITRATORS carved neatly into the wood of the door.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Better than sunburned priest."
* Zhubin gently knocks on the door.
<Peyt_Yenthu> The large Bandit King opened the door and headed in. "They're expectin' us anyway."
<Zhubin> "It's called propriety and politeness. Neither of which will, for all your aversion, harm you."
<Greenling> You enter a large, quiet room with a thick air of propriety and law.
<Greenling> You can *smell* the strictness and stuffiness.
<Greenling> (It smells a little like ammonia)
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I don't like this place."
* Rei blehs, ears folding down at the oppressive atmosphere
* Zhubin stands straight, a slight smile forming.
<Greenling> Rei has a very brief flashback to that *thing* she saw in that Loom building. :<
<Zhubin> "Ah, the scent of law and order. How I missed this."
* Rei cringes behind Zhubin some, clinging to his back.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Five bucks say they give me a tiny chair just to spite me. I jus' know it."
<Zhubin> "Is something wrong Rei?"
* Rei shakes her head, glancing around warily.
<Greenling> There is a very old-looking secretary behind a desk glaring at you all.
<Greenling> She looks kind of like a vulture.
<Zhubin> Zhubin is unfazed by a professional glare! Instead he formally presents the notification of the meeting.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt walks up to the Secretary. "Yeah...Peyt Yenthu 'n company. Here 'bout a...an...Inheritence."
<Greenling> She looks Peyt over calmly and takes out a sheaf of paper, an inkwell, and a pen, then hands it to him.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...."
<Greenling> "Leave your martial implements by the door or you will be penalized," she says softly.
<Greenling> "Have a nice day."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "....Zhubin, write whatever it is." Peyt moves to leave his weapons and armor by the door. Propped up in just the right places."
<Greenling> The sheaf seems to have quite a lot of lines next to quite a lot of calligraphic Old Realm.
* Rei peers over the sheaf, reading the Old Realm some.
* Zhubin writes, in formal Old Realm, that Peyt Yenthy, son of the God of Carnivorous Reptiles, etc...
<Zhubin> *Yenthu.
<Peyt_Yenthu> It takes a while to make sure Peyt drops all his weapons off.
* Zhubin even makes sure to leave his walking stick.
<Greenling> It asks for things like Name, Department, Purview/Exaltation, Reason For Visiting, quite a lot of details about intent of visit and who you're visiting, Current Permanent Essence...
* Zhubin fills out the parts he knows.
<Zhubin> "About this....Purview and Current Permanent Essence...I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you'd like."
<Greenling> And then starts going onto details like "Criminal Record", including under which "current or former government" the charges have been lodged or, alternately, have been committed without said government's knowledge...
<Greenling> The secretary adjusts her glasses. "Purview for gods, Deity and Caste for Chosen." You can hear the capital letters.
* Rei loses interest quickly and begins to poke around the room some.
<Zhubin> "Ah! I see." Zhubin looks at Peyt, and writes Luna, Unknown for him.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt pulls a block of cheese and a loaf of bread out of his pockets.
<Peyt_Yenthu> You don't ask how they fit.
<Greenling> "Current Permanent Essence is simply the currently effective rating on the Deliberative scale established as of 145 (Solar Deliberative Years)."
<Rei> [Yes, you can hear the parentheses.]
<Greenling> "What's your relationship to this Peyt, if I may ask?"
<Greenling> "And the, er, other young miss."
<Zhubin> "I am his legal counsel, and she is moral support."
<Greenling> "Ah." She pulls out two more sheaves of paper. "This is for you, then, and this one is for her."
<Greenling> Rei's, thankfully, is at least *smaller*.
<Zhubin> "And, as the Solar Deliberative hasn't been in existence for some centuries, could you perhaps give me the highlights of said scale, so I may be more accurate?"
* Rei perks an ear, glancing over and mrfing, moving to take a seat and read to see what she can fill out.
<Greenling> "There's an instruction manual at the Forbidding Manse," she smiles. "I feel the need to remind you that perjury is punishable by audit, if it should come up."
* Zhubin shrugs and puts down Unknown, newly Exalted.
<Greenling> Rei's sheet seems to presume she's a Chosen of Serenity "or other trained counselor" and asks quite a bit about her training and applicable Charms.
<Greenling> Zhubin's is similar, though it seems to presume he's an Eclipse Caste, with an extra five pages of errata presuming he's a Sidereal.
<Zhubin> Under Purview, of course, goes The Unconquered Sun, Zenith.
<Greenling> ...Huh. You didn't know they could learn the Charms of other Exalts. Or is that not just them?
<Zhubin> "Interesting. However...this Eclipse section does not apply." Zhubin hands back the relevant pages.
<Peyt_Yenthu> While they fill out forms, Peyt takes a seat next to another God. He did his best to pick one at least kind of close to his size.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "So....how they hangin'?"
<Greenling> The god in question, a large metallic-looking fellow seeming a little nervous, looks over to Peyt.
* Rei huhs, putting down truthful answers everywhere. Which results in the symbol for 'unknown' being written a lot. She hands it back in record time!
<Greenling> "Qapla?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...riverspeak?"
<Greenling> "Ninka gid-lak?"
<Greenling> The goddess looks over Rei's and Zhubin's form.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Riverspeak, mothafucka! Do you speak it?"
* Rei winces.
<Greenling> In slurred Riverspeak: "Do you speak Old Realm?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "No."
<Greenling> The god grumphs, a little sadly.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Never learned how to read." He did his best to talk slowly. May not have gone the best...
<Greenling> The secretary draws a perfect box in a blank space and hands it back to Rei. "Length of time suffering from amnesia?"
* Rei hms, thinking, before marking: Unknown.
<Greenling> The goddess sighs and initials the box.
<Greenling> She spends much more time looking over Peyt's and Zhubin's forms.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "So. Uh...why is everyone lookin' at me weird?"
<Greenling> "What is your anticipated availability for an initial meeting, and time-table if any required for resolution of issues by Bureau..." she peers. "N/A. All right then."
<Greenling> "Just the first question, then."
<Zhubin> "Availability is as prompt as is possible for the other interested parties. Failing that, tomorrow."
<Greenling> She makes some notes.
<Greenling> "Thank you. We'll be in contact."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt watched. "...wait, I thought this WAS the meeting."
<Zhubin> "Afraid not Peyt. This is the meeting to declare ourselves interested parties and to request arbitration...the meeting, with the others."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...but we had the meeting yesterday to set up this meeting today!"
<Zhubin> "Yes." Zhubin nods, as slowly as he thinks Peyt's brain works.
<Greenling> Now what do our glorious characters do?
<Peyt_Yenthu> "So we had a meeting to set an appointment for a meeting that shows we're interested? Wouldn't we have been interested in the first meeting!?"
<Zhubin> "You know, when phrased like that, it does sound somewhat labyrinthine. Ah well, such is the way of Bureaucracy, in Creation and Heaven."
* Rei nods and stretches, looking to the nervous-looking metal man god and giving him a bright smile as the group headed out..
<Greenling> The metal man smiles brightly to Rei.
* Zhubin retrieves his stick.
<Zhubin> "Come on Peyt, the only thing to do now is wait."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...so you're saying this is normal, and NOT someone trying to keep me from a meeting again?" He starts picking up his weapons.
<Zhubin> "This is normal for a large bureau, yes. Tampering with due process of Heaven is a very severe offense, according to the guidebook to Yu-Shan, year 143....what the hell did I just say?"
<Greenling> Zhubin vaguely remembers being forced to read that and like three other huge stupid books in a night and being really pissed because he wanted to go out with his friends at the time.
<Greenling> So, you head out.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Never know. Bitch has ALREADY tried sendin' us off somewhere weird." Peyt gets his weapons and armor on, then follows everyone outside. "And now! For the next activity! Findin' out why the fuck everyone's starin' at me."
<Greenling> As you leave the entrance-hallway, a small bird flitters over and perches on Zhubin's shoulder.
<Greenling> It has a letter.
<Greenling> The gods are still staring at Peyt. And Rei.
* Rei blinks, glancing to the bird curiously.
<Greenling> For very different reasons.
* Zhubin takes and reads the letter.
* Rei smiles to some of the staring gods as she notices them
<Greenling> One notice that a meeting has been scheduled with (insert full title of the God of Lost Things), (something or other Wreath), and Arbiter #10 in an hour and a half; two Notices of Official Censure regarding Peyt, one which has a very long title that basically comes down to 'annoying a god of high Essence' and one about 'violating the public canals'.
<Zhubin> "Damnit Peyt. Please don't tell me you pissed in the river."
<Zhubin> "Because that and annoying a powerful God are why everyone is glaring at you. Oh, our meeting is in an hour and a half."
* Rei blinks, glancing at Zhubin and Peyt.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt thought to himself. "...all I did was poke at that God o' Lost Things when he was in the house and treatin' me like garbage. And I never pissed or did nothin' in the public canals!"
<Zhubin> "Well, that explains the more serious of the two...perhaps the second was your smell."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I jus' know I didn't do nothin' in those canals. An' talkin' back to a snoot ain't no reason fer them all to look at me the way they have. How would they ALL even farkin' know?"
<Zhubin> "They're Gods. I'm honestly not sure."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Still think somethin's up."
* Zhubin shrugs.
<Zhubin> "Let's head for the meeting, we definately don't want to be late."
<Greenling> It doesn't actually say where the meeting is.
<Greenling> Just with whom.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah, yeah." Peyt hefts up his weapons again. "Kin we get somethin' along the way? I'm still hungry."
<Zhubin> "This...is a bit of a problem...we don't know where it is."
<Zhubin> "Back to the building we were in!"
<Greenling> Also, something about the meeting notice makes Zhubin nervous.
-> *The_Lady* summon #fridaymortals
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<The_Lady> The Lady's shadow falls upon the room
<Zhubin> !roll_ww 8 7 ex
<The_Lady> Zhubin invokes the Lady...
<The_Lady> 1, 1, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9
<The_Lady> rolled 8d10. Got 5 Successes against a TN of 7, 10's are counted double
<Greenling> Zhubin: Arbiter #10. Well, it might have changed, but last you checked, they were ranked by importance.
<Greenling> So that's 10 out of... ... ... last you knew fiftyish.
<Zhubin> "That's rather important for something so minor...."
<Zhubin> "Who was it that mentioned something about this Wreath, isn't it?" Zhubin racks his brain to remember.
<Greenling> ...Hopefully it's not still the same guy that you had to talk to when you and certain of your Circlemates took the Hierarch's warship out for a joyride.
<Greenling> They change them up, right? ...Right?
<Greenling> Zhubin: ...Cat ears?
<Zhubin> "That's it....oh holy Sun...we may be screwed."
<Zhubin> "Is there a way to request a change of arbiter, I wonder...." Zhubin hmmms as he thinks.
* Rei perks her ears.
<Greenling> You'd have to know why this one is picked, but maybe?
<Greenling> (*was)
<Zhubin> "I wonder if someone could know this Arbiter has...history with me."
* Zhubin shakes his head a few times.
<Zhubin> "No one said being Chosen by the Sun would make me remember things that I wasn't alive for."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt looked over at Zhubin. "...talkin' to yerself. That's a whole new level of crazy, ain't it?"
<Zhubin> "I'm thinking out loud. It's not crazy, just focusing."
* Zhubin scowls.
<Zhubin> "And besides, I'm thinking so that you don't get screwed out of your inheritance."
<Zhubin> "Now, back to the Bureau we were in!" Zhubin suits action to words, this time.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt follows in, still holding onto his hammer. "I was hopin' fer some meat or somethin'."
<Greenling> You both head back inside.
<Greenling> More glaring gods. The secretary is still sitting behind her desk.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...I didn't do anythin'." He looks back at them.
<Greenling> She looks up at you. "Yes?"
<Zhubin> Politely, Zhubin explains that the meeting place was unlisted, and inquires as to whether a change of Arbiter is possible.
<Greenling> She adjusts her glasses again. "We haven't sent you anything yet."
* Zhubin presents the letter.
<Greenling> The bird on Zhubin's shoulder chirps. "...How did he get out of his cage?"
<Zhubin> "So this then, would be an attempt to mislead us, through no fault of your own, of course."
<Greenling> "I really don't know. Here." She holds out her hand and the little bird flits onto her hand. She takes it back into another room.
<Greenling> After about a minute, you hear the sound of static.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt holds up his hand. "See! Someone's screwin' around with me!"
<Greenling> Chirp tweet fff gibber gibber "Isn't the weather-" tweet crackle crackle spit BAM.
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<Greenling> The back to soft, fading static. Rei hears a soft, vaguely familiar female voice speaking: "Threads corrupted. Restarting from last known good backup."
<Greenling> The secretary looks up at you. "Yes?"
<Greenling> You all also hear alarms in the distance.
<Greenling> "...Oh dear," says the secretary.
* Zhubin sighs.
* Zhubin sighs deeply at the alarms.
<Zhubin> "We'll just sit over here and wait for a minute."
* Rei blinks, ears flicking some as she glances around, frowning softly
<Greenling> She looks confused.
<Greenling> "What's going on?"
* Zhubin explains that we had recieved a letter that the office didn't send. And that when she went to check the bird, Fate didn't like it.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt's smart enough to duck down a bit when alarms go off.
<Greenling> "Fate?"
<Greenling> "What?Why would you think that?"
* Zhubin coughs.
<Greenling> She seems very confused.
<Zhubin> "Gem, disappearance of." >_>
<Greenling> The alarms slowly die down.
<Greenling> "What?"
<Greenling> "What relevance does that have?"
<Greenling> She looks annoyed.
<Zhubin> "Ah, nevermind. Is this letter official?" Zhubin hands her the letter, again. "We've recieved false letters before, so I am curious."
<Greenling> She looks at the letter. "...It seems to be, though I haven't written it yet. I've yet to get in touch with the Sidereal involved; she's apparently still on a mission."
<Zhubin> "I see...in that case, may I request for a change of Arbiter in advance?"
<Greenling> "That is highly irregular." She looks up at Zhubin from behind her glasses."
<Zhubin> "Ah, however, in this case, due to issues with a past...Exaltation, I fear that there may be the possibility of bias."
* SpardaKillingNazis is now known as Sparda
<Greenling> "Bias due to past Exaltations is against policy."
<Greenling> "Well. Officially."
<Zhubin> "My past Exaltation may have done quite a bit to 'earn' this bias, from what I dimly am able to remember."
<Greenling> "...Fine. I'll change your Arbiter from the first assigned to the next appropriate one in line, when it comes in."
<Zhubin> "Thank you very much." Zhubin bows his head deeply.
<Zhubin> "Ah...and this may be due to my lack of understanding of Yu-Shan, however, the meeting place isn't actually listed..."
<Zhubin> "But yes, Arbiter #10 not being the one assigned is a relief."
<Greenling> "When I actually send you a real notice, I'll be sure to list it."
<Greenling> "Hmmph," she mumbles.
* Zhubin gives one of those patented Zenith grins.
<Zhubin> "Thank you again. Then we shall withdraw, and let you be about your duties." Zhubin hustles Peyt and Rei from the office!
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt gets out of the office. "...I'm still hungry, and we still have no clue when the meeting is. We could have had it then!"
<Zhubin> "No Peyt. Apparently that was...consider it a prank played by something we'll never be able to even see."
<Greenling> Where now?
<Zhubin> "Let's go find Thrall, and make him take us for lunch."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "It wasn't a prank. Someone's fuckin' around with me and everyone's lettin' them get away with it. Somehow I get stuck with charges fer shite I didn't do, but people can fuck around with my inheritance 'n that's fuckin' fine."
<Zhubin> "It's censure, that means a scolding. And I'm making sure your inheritance isn't being fucked with, alright?"
* Rei bows her head to the woman, stretching some as she follows after the two
<Greenling> You are aware that Thrall said he'd be at the Violet Bier most of the day.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah, someone just keeps tellin' me to go to the wrong places so I miss meetin's, which I could guess they frown on round here. That's not screwin' with me at ALL."
<Greenling> You get lunch, and in the middle of it, that damned bird appears again.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...I'm gonna eat that bird."
<Zhubin> "Don't eat the bird.
<Zhubin> "
* Zhubin takes the letter.
<Greenling> The letter it holds reads roughly the same, except that it has a specific time (which is an hour and a half from now), a specific place (inside the Bureau of Heaven), and has "Arbitrator changed by request: #22 to next available, #10".
<Greenling> Also neither of the Censures are in it.
<Zhubin> "Well, good news and bad news. My asking for a different Arbiter bit us in the ass. Good news, you're not being Censured anymore. To the Bureau of Heaven!"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I hate you sometimes, Zhubin." Peyt got up from his seat to follow out, AGAIN, to the Bureau of Heaven, AGAIN.
<Zhubin> "Yes, I get it. How was I supposed to know that asking for a different Arbiter would somehow warp time?"
* Zhubin grumbles as we walk to the Bureau. Again."
* Rei follows after, curious as to the consequences.
<Greenling> Rei: Thrall bought you ice cream. You're not sure why.
* Rei smiles to Thrall happily, enjoying the ice cream one lick at a time.
<Greenling> He doesn't seem to notice that bit, sadly.
<Peyt_Yenthu> !roll_ww 4 7 ex
<The_Lady> Peyt_Yenthu invokes the Lady...
<The_Lady> 4, 4, 4, 10
<The_Lady> rolled 4d10. Got 2 Successes against a TN of 7, 10's are counted double
<Greenling> You very nearly slip into the canal. You do end up slipping into a god's path instead.
<Greenling> "D:<"
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt regained his footing. "Oi, sorry bout that mate."
<Zhubin> "Your pardons, honorable being."
<Zhubin> "Peyt, be careful, please."
<Greenling> "You smell like cat piss."
<Zhubin> "Peyt, don't say a thing. Just come on, or we'll be late."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...smell like yer mum."
<Greenling> "..." It glowers.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "..." He glowers back.
* Rei attempts to interpose herself between Peyt and the god, bowing apologetically on his behalf
<Zhubin> "Peyt, you can glower, or you can make it to the meeting."
<Zhubin> "Not both."
<Greenling> "YOU have no right to speak like that to me, you smelly little barbarian," says the very large god.
<Greenling> "I demand an apology."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I treat like I'm treated, ya big necked carpetbagger."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "I gave one fer bumpin' ya. Everybody gets one."
* Zhubin starts walking, heading for the Bureau.
<Greenling> It snarls. "Whoreson! Murderer! I'll have your head!" It seems not to realize you did in fact apologize, and prepares to storm off.
<Zhubin> "Gentlebeing, he apologized already. As uncouth as it was, that's all he'll do."
* Rei folds an ear down. That could have gone bet- no, wait, Peyt's here, it really couldn't.
<Greenling> The god looks at Zhubin.
* Rei kneels down, bowing deeply in apology to the god.
<Greenling> "..."
<Zhubin> "Yes?"
<Greenling> "You would defend that thing?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt took a few deep breaths. Very, very deep breaths. "What crawled up yer butt 'n died?"
<Zhubin> "I am offering an explanation. Unfortunately, we lack the time to waste, as we are expected at the Bureau of Heaven shortly." Zhubin nods respectfully.
<Greenling> It snorts. "Fine. Go."
<Greenling> Meanwhile, Harani Syona has been given a note by a fellow Battles.
* QuicksilverFox85 is now known as Harani_Syona
<Greenling> It contains the transcript of the last impromptu meeting re: Gem, and by extension, one of your students', er, acquaintances.
<Greenling> ...How they managed not to invite you, you still can't figure out. >:/
<Harani_Syona> *sigh*
<Greenling> But apparently they're basically making him fix things. ...As you read, you realize said Battles has leveraged... large amount of redaction... yada yada well okay, this means they're not going to kill them all.
<Harani_Syona> Not kill them all...who's on the short list?
<Greenling> Zhubin, Peyt, and Namhwa. To a lesser extent, Crow, Rei, Rudeth, some guy named Blind Scorpion, and even Thrall, though his involvement was quickly excused due to having been on direct orders to be elsewhere at the time.
<Greenling> They're also still kind of pissed about the agent lost in Gem's destruction. Apparently his Exaltation isn't back yet.
<Greenling> There's also something involving getting the Convention of Air in on the disappearance of that other Journeys a coupla decades ago.
<Greenling> That's been on the back burner for a while, given the complete lack of lead.
<Harani_Syona> "Hrm..." Harani frowns, looking over the note.
* Sparda is now known as Shirin
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt walked past the giant with a grimace. "...I'm gonna get him. Gonna spend some time. Get stronger and bigger. Then kick his ass."
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<Greenling> So.
<Greenling> Peyt, Zhubin and Rei...
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt is still rather...perturbed at that large God who made a stink over being bumped.
<Greenling> Whatcha doing?
<Peyt_Yenthu> heading for the meeting, but still upset the guy called him a whoreson,
<Zhubin> Heading for the meeting!
<Zhubin> And pleased that Peyt didn't punch a God.
* Rei is following after, since the god seems not intent on destroying all Peyt holds dear for a bit.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Was a great idea to bring all my weapons out."
<Zhubin> "You're probably going to need to take them off for the meeting."
<Greenling> Heading back to the Bureau of Heaven, then.
<Greenling> It hasn't changed much since you left two hours ago.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Maybe, but until I'm in the door, I'm keeping them on. Everyone's just glarin' at me today and it's starting to bug me."
<Greenling> The Arbitrator's office is on the top floor.
<Zhubin> To the office!
<Peyt_Yenthu> "And I don't take kindly to no one talkin' bout my mum." He heads up to the top floor.
<Zhubin> "I've gathered as much, yes."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "And for all we know, is mum probably DOES smell like catpiss. I certainly've never met the lady. You?"
<Zhubin> "Can't say I've met their mother, no....but I don't think Gods technically have mothers."
<Greenling> You find it. It's got a great big number 10 on it. Zhubin gets the feeling of being a kid called up to their mom after having played hooky.
<Zhubin> "Oh craaaap. If this is who I think it is...." Zhubin fidgets and straightens his robes.
<Greenling> You open the door, and there's this... giant violet chunk behind a desk.
<Greenling> It has a head.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...huh."
<Zhubin> Zhubin bows, as respectfully and traditionally as he can.
<Greenling> There's also several chairs, the God of Lost Things you recognize, and an attractive, vaguely Realmish-looking lady with dark pinned-up hair and a small fancy-looking dress.
<Greenling> "Come in," says the purple chunk, seemingly without moving its lips.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt heads in, dropping his hammer, sword, and armor down by the door. He scratched at his forehead a few times to make sure there were no glowing discs there, and he sat down.
* Zhubin takes an appropriate seat.
<Greenling> The god harumphs.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...is there a problem?"
<Greenling> "Introduce yourselves. I've read your file."
<Zhubin> "This is Peyt Yenthu, son of the now-late God of (proper title goes here). I, Zhubin Ochieng, am here merely as legal counsel."
<Greenling> "Mmmh."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Peyt Yenthu, aka The Tyrant Lizard's Bastard, aka Clawed Fang, aka The Bandit King of the South, aka John Winchester, aka That Guy With The Hammer."
<Greenling> "Pleased to meet you," says the woman, extending her hand politely. "Blue-Dogflower-Ringed-Wreath-of-Ivy."
<Greenling> "...I don't mind if you shorten it."
<Greenling> The purple god looks at Rei.
* Rei smiles, bowing her head to the purple god.
<Zhubin> "Quite sorry, this is Rei. She is, however, mute."
* Rei hunts in her satchel for a moment, taking out the wax tablet and etching her name on it, setting it on the table.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Oh, now she can find it."
<Greenling> "Ah."
<Greenling> "I remember the last time you came in here. I do hope you've matured a little since then." He's looking directly at Zhubin.
<Greenling> "Now. Positions..."
<Zhubin> "Sir? I honestly can not say I've had the pleasure to make your acquaitance before." Zhubin makes sure his posture is perfect.
<Greenling> "You're the reincarnation of Caela Lucis."
<Greenling> He narrows his eyes.
<Zhubin> "I'm sorry. I'm unaware of what a past incarnation did, and certainly hope that will not bear any impact on the current events." A very subtle reminder that such a thing is, in theory, verboten. >_>
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt looks slowly at Zhubin. "...what did you do."
<Greenling> "The only thing that will have an impact on current events, Mr. Of The Sun, is your actions."
<Zhubin> "Nothing I know of. Perhaps you should ask the Arbiter, after this meeting?"
* Zhubin nods, deeply.
<Greenling> "I hope you would not be implying any impropriety on your part." Growl.
<Greenling> (*my)
<Zhubin> "Absolutely not!"
<Zhubin> "Look, I seem to have gotten off to a bad start with you, sir. Please accept my apologies, and shall we continue?"
<Greenling> "Hrrm. Anyhow."
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt scratches at his beard. He did remember to bathe this morning, right? Yeah...yeah he did. His head wasn't itching as much.
<Greenling> "Positions."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Positions?"
<Greenling> "That you're taking in this dispute?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ah! Uhhh...Zhubin. House and body for use. Go."
<Greenling> The God of Lost Things speaks up.
<Zhubin> Zhubin nods for the God of Lost Things to please go first.
<Greenling> "I am legally the next in line by an agreement made with the God of Carnivorous Reptiles when he gained the Manse. The Honored Chosen to my left" Wreath "claims that she should gain a Manse due to... seniority and having been passed over for previous opportunities?" Wreath nods. "Roughly."
<Zhubin> "My client claims the manse by virtue of being the direct descendant of the now deceased, in short."
<Greenling> "There is a will, I believe," the purple god says.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt scratches more at his chin. This...wasn't his best surroundings. Anytime he was in negotiations, he always had the upper hand. Something about having an entire army behind you and being bigger than the other guy always saw to that. Right now though...he wasn't the one with the stronger hand or the bigger hammer. He didn't like it.
<Zhubin> "A will? Would that not simply take precedence, then?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Zhubin, hush."
<Greenling> "Were it not for the allegations that the will were fraudulent," says the God of Lost Things, interrupted by the purple god: "Yes, yes. As well as allegations that the documents involved in your own claim were signed under false pretenses, and the circumstances surrounding the deceased's passing."
<Zhubin> "I
<Zhubin> 'm sorry. There were odd circumstances around the departed's passing?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...there are people thinkin' my pa died of somethin' not natural?"
<Greenling> "Yes. His passing was unplanned by Fate, and his remains have not been seen. In addition he was not a very well-liked god, politically speaking," he says bluntly.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Yeah, sounds like someone who woulda been my pa. But why wasn't he liked up here?"
<Greenling> "He advanced very quickly."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...so people were just bein' whiners. Thought he actually DID somethin'."
<Greenling> "Not three decades ago he was a god of an extinct salamander."
<Greenling> "Advancement of that nature brings... questions." He gives Zhubin an 'explain it to the boy' look.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "So he probably bribed or blackmailed someone over it all. Possibly killed a guy 'r two. I get it. Not that dumb."
<Greenling> "Mmmh."
<Greenling> "So, Mister Of The Sun, why don't you go first."
<Zhubin> "First, Peyt. Blackmail and bribery aren't really acceptable in overall society."
<Zhubin> Zhubin then presents a case as to why Peyt should inherit the Manse, as is proper.
* Rei gives them her best 'sympathetic kitten' look.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt chips in every so often, with several cases involving "delinquent father", "unpaid child custody", and "poor childhood stories".
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Ya see my left eye? Well, ya do now, but just the other day it wasn't there. Know why? Havin' to work from a young age to support a mum who scrubbed floors. Pa's blood made me big, I guess, so of course that gave me few options. And he never supported us or nothin', just ran off. So I figure this is the least I'm owed."
* Rei slumps against the table at Peyt's sob story, ears drooping sadly, biting her lip.
<Rei> !roll_ww 2 7 ex
<The_Lady> Rei invokes the Lady...
<The_Lady> 2, 8
<The_Lady> rolled 2d10. Got 1 Successes against a TN of 7, 10's are counted double
* Rei sniffles some as he finishes, getting up and giving the big scary man a comforting hug
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt pets the small catgirl. "That'll do."
<Zhubin> !roll_ww 12 7 ex With 4 bonus sux!
<The_Lady> Zhubin invokes the Lady...
<The_Lady> 1, 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9, 10
<The_Lady> rolled 12d10. Got 5 Successes against a TN of 7, 10's are counted double
<Greenling> Wreath has her hand over her mouth. The God of Lost Things looks guilty. The purple god is still a large chunk with a face.