There's... granola... and fruit salad at the buffet? Fried mushrooms and tomatoes...
[Listen, he was grabbing anything that could go in a proper fry and barely glancing at the rest. Sometimes he is insufferably British. Admittedly usually around the subject of what constitutes proper afternoon tea.
Hm.
Their domains encompass war. Iskandar's much more than his, since Zhuge Liang was known his statesmanship as well as his strategy and Guan Yu was revered for his martial prowess instead. But there's no getting away from the fact that legacy of conflict marks his divinity as the scars of the battlefield have marked his soul.
So no. He can't recall any underworld god in the Far Shore having this issue as well, but that may have well just been a feature of the New Gods there. Her explanation gets a thoughtful frown. The Japanese realm of the dead governed by Izanami is said to one of decay as well, but he's never been and never wants to go.]
That's a good question. [In regards to the various pantheons' underworlds and the properties of gods thereof.] But no, we're not.
[Waver's hands cradle his coffee - black, strong.]
When did that thing first appear? I get the impression you've been dealing with it for awhile.
[The whole explanation makes Iskandar feel guilty as hell. He assumed she's just a spoiled brat and the real reason is something he can't even wrap his head around. To not be able to enjoy good food? What a terrible condition. It takes all the joy of being a god in the first place. He can't even imagine how he'd be able to cope with something like that. He mutters a quick sorry and leaves to bring something more appropriate. The key this time being what would taste least awful when rotten.
Meanwhile, the goddess just finished her first cup of coffee.]
I think it's two months now. You'd have to ask Samu for precise dates, my perception of time is a little wonky. This is his fourth victim but first that's not homeless or a foreigner. And first that managed to survive.
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Date: 2021-03-10 12:50 pm (UTC)From:[Listen, he was grabbing anything that could go in a proper fry and barely glancing at the rest. Sometimes he is insufferably British. Admittedly usually around the subject of what constitutes proper afternoon tea.
Hm.
Their domains encompass war. Iskandar's much more than his, since Zhuge Liang was known his statesmanship as well as his strategy and Guan Yu was revered for his martial prowess instead. But there's no getting away from the fact that legacy of conflict marks his divinity as the scars of the battlefield have marked his soul.
So no. He can't recall any underworld god in the Far Shore having this issue as well, but that may have well just been a feature of the New Gods there. Her explanation gets a thoughtful frown. The Japanese realm of the dead governed by Izanami is said to one of decay as well, but he's never been and never wants to go.]
That's a good question. [In regards to the various pantheons' underworlds and the properties of gods thereof.] But no, we're not.
[Waver's hands cradle his coffee - black, strong.]
When did that thing first appear? I get the impression you've been dealing with it for awhile.
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Date: 2021-03-14 10:10 am (UTC)From:Meanwhile, the goddess just finished her first cup of coffee.]
I think it's two months now. You'd have to ask Samu for precise dates, my perception of time is a little wonky. This is his fourth victim but first that's not homeless or a foreigner. And first that managed to survive.