Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
04-13-2011, 01:32 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
You know something? Carnea was pissed. Really pissed.
It would have been okay if she had been asked permission. Just a “hey, I have an idea for a fun little game, want in?’ She would have been interested. The outcome would have been obvious, of course. Just as it was obvious now. But like hell she was going to just go along with this game after being kidnapped and humiliated like that. You know how much reputation matters to a goddess? A lot. It matters a lot. You know what happens to a goddess with a poor reputation? She gets no respect. And then suddenly you’re the goddess of the hearth or something, not even in any of the damn stories the mortals tell their kiddies. She wasn’t going to just go out like that.
She was going to have a stern talk with this Charlatan at least. A lesson in common courtesy. Or maybe she’ll just stab him full of holes the next time she got the chance.
So Carnea, time to make the best of the situation. Look around. A great learning experience, right? Door to new cultures or whatever something like that. That’s good, right?
Something seemed to explode nearby and somebody saw her and fired. She reacted in a rational manner, by locking the bullets in place in the air and stabbing the man right through the stomach with her ridiculously long claws.
Okay, no, I just want to leave, Carnea thought as she tried to wipe blood off on the body’s…armor stuff. Right. There was some sort of exit, right? A goddess shouldn’t have to deal with things that she didn’t want to deal with.
Carnea toyed with the nicely ornamented doorknob that had, of course, always been in her hands the whole time. She tossed it up in the air and was rather disappointed when it fell back down in compliance with the laws of physics. No space portals. Or universe portals or whatever. There wasn’t a convenient wormhole or anything. You couldn’t even think of the whole multiverse as doors, really. Maybe they were more like separate houses and the houses had doors, but there were paths that connected the doors and she sure as hell wasn’t the goddamned goddess of pathways. How unfortunate.
So Carnea, time to make the best of the situation. So explosions aren’t your thing. Neither are overt fisticuffs. Or subtle fisticuffs, whatever that would look like. But this was a whole new world, with mysteries to unlock, opportunities unlimited, and no expectations to meet. And nobody here to belittle you for having a lowly job of helping little gostaks actually manage to get inside buildings.
There were so many things to learn. Like what were these little things? Carnea paused to flick a little at the bullets still locked in the air. Well. They weren’t very interesting. There were so many other interesting things to learn. Like, what’s an RV? Or an automaton? Or a ‘game show?’ The ones called Gamehost 6 and Envoy were the most interesting to her. The others were also interesting in some way, she supposed, if only for the fact that they all appeared to share the same familiar-and-yet-not appearance. Did they all come from the same place? They certainly all looked the same.
Another explosion rattled the ground and Carnea glanced up to look at another unfamiliar thing that was made of something silvery or something like that. She wasn’t really sure what it was. Maybe it would tell her if she asked it nicely. The goddess meandered upwards to what seemed to be the giant’s head, or at least the thing it used to see. She waved. It attacked.
Really, people were so violent around here. Well, stupid little Charlatan mentioned a war, but still, that was no reason to be just unfriendly.
After a few more dodging maneuvers, Carnea dived down into an unoccupied trench. She sat there for a while, just calming down, before deciding to simply unlock herself from the material plane. She didn’t like doing that. It made it a lot easier for others to just ignore her, mostly because they couldn’t sense her at all. And if it weren’t for her godly vision, she probably wouldn’t be able to see very easily either. But at least it meant not having to be concerned with anybody attacking her out of the blue. At least until she found one of the interesting contestants of the game she was absolutely not going to take part in because someone had been soooo rude.
There was a disconnect. She forced herself to remember the important matters at hand rather than contently drift off to the forever immaterial like some of the poor saps around here already floating away. Search for a contestant. Learn some of the interesting, unfamiliar things about stuff. Then maybe kill them. Eh. It could potentially get her to actually scold the Charlatan for a little bit.
You know something? Carnea was pissed. Really pissed.
It would have been okay if she had been asked permission. Just a “hey, I have an idea for a fun little game, want in?’ She would have been interested. The outcome would have been obvious, of course. Just as it was obvious now. But like hell she was going to just go along with this game after being kidnapped and humiliated like that. You know how much reputation matters to a goddess? A lot. It matters a lot. You know what happens to a goddess with a poor reputation? She gets no respect. And then suddenly you’re the goddess of the hearth or something, not even in any of the damn stories the mortals tell their kiddies. She wasn’t going to just go out like that.
She was going to have a stern talk with this Charlatan at least. A lesson in common courtesy. Or maybe she’ll just stab him full of holes the next time she got the chance.
So Carnea, time to make the best of the situation. Look around. A great learning experience, right? Door to new cultures or whatever something like that. That’s good, right?
Something seemed to explode nearby and somebody saw her and fired. She reacted in a rational manner, by locking the bullets in place in the air and stabbing the man right through the stomach with her ridiculously long claws.
Okay, no, I just want to leave, Carnea thought as she tried to wipe blood off on the body’s…armor stuff. Right. There was some sort of exit, right? A goddess shouldn’t have to deal with things that she didn’t want to deal with.
Carnea toyed with the nicely ornamented doorknob that had, of course, always been in her hands the whole time. She tossed it up in the air and was rather disappointed when it fell back down in compliance with the laws of physics. No space portals. Or universe portals or whatever. There wasn’t a convenient wormhole or anything. You couldn’t even think of the whole multiverse as doors, really. Maybe they were more like separate houses and the houses had doors, but there were paths that connected the doors and she sure as hell wasn’t the goddamned goddess of pathways. How unfortunate.
So Carnea, time to make the best of the situation. So explosions aren’t your thing. Neither are overt fisticuffs. Or subtle fisticuffs, whatever that would look like. But this was a whole new world, with mysteries to unlock, opportunities unlimited, and no expectations to meet. And nobody here to belittle you for having a lowly job of helping little gostaks actually manage to get inside buildings.
There were so many things to learn. Like what were these little things? Carnea paused to flick a little at the bullets still locked in the air. Well. They weren’t very interesting. There were so many other interesting things to learn. Like, what’s an RV? Or an automaton? Or a ‘game show?’ The ones called Gamehost 6 and Envoy were the most interesting to her. The others were also interesting in some way, she supposed, if only for the fact that they all appeared to share the same familiar-and-yet-not appearance. Did they all come from the same place? They certainly all looked the same.
Another explosion rattled the ground and Carnea glanced up to look at another unfamiliar thing that was made of something silvery or something like that. She wasn’t really sure what it was. Maybe it would tell her if she asked it nicely. The goddess meandered upwards to what seemed to be the giant’s head, or at least the thing it used to see. She waved. It attacked.
Really, people were so violent around here. Well, stupid little Charlatan mentioned a war, but still, that was no reason to be just unfriendly.
After a few more dodging maneuvers, Carnea dived down into an unoccupied trench. She sat there for a while, just calming down, before deciding to simply unlock herself from the material plane. She didn’t like doing that. It made it a lot easier for others to just ignore her, mostly because they couldn’t sense her at all. And if it weren’t for her godly vision, she probably wouldn’t be able to see very easily either. But at least it meant not having to be concerned with anybody attacking her out of the blue. At least until she found one of the interesting contestants of the game she was absolutely not going to take part in because someone had been soooo rude.
There was a disconnect. She forced herself to remember the important matters at hand rather than contently drift off to the forever immaterial like some of the poor saps around here already floating away. Search for a contestant. Learn some of the interesting, unfamiliar things about stuff. Then maybe kill them. Eh. It could potentially get her to actually scold the Charlatan for a little bit.