Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 2] [Acidity City]
08-15-2012, 11:06 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
It was funny how it always seemed to rain right when you were feeling awful, as though the entire world was making fun of how awful everything was for you. And when the rain happened to be made of acid, well, that was just plain mean.
Carnea, as it happens, was feeling plenty awful, and the rain wasn’t even hitting her. Goddesses, after all, don’t get rained upon, that showed a lack of poise and such. She had tried impatiently locking the clouds, but then the rain leaked out the locks. So she had to settle for locking out the rain around her and tried not to think about it too hard.
What she did think about was how alone she was feeling, with that little messenger running out on her due to some sort of important shit. Even if she had been able to decipher the sudden onslaught of apologetic excuses, she probably wouldn’t have listened.
She also couldn’t help but feel ignored. Ignored! It was just…was everybody just…humoring her? Her plans and her schemes, was it something for them to keep her busy with, or maybe even to amuse them? Who was ‘them’ anyways? Who was she even talking about? Was she even pertinent to anything anymore, or was she just some detached bystander, having no hand in anything and able to affect nothing?
She really should have just gone with the escape plan. The escape plan seemed like a great idea. Escaping was definitely a good thing. Maybe she could find the Alison girl again, and also that phone device.
John approached the goddess as close as he could, which wasn’t very close at all since she was aimlessly floating above a deep pool of acid, and called out to her.
“Hey, Goddess!”
For a moment, as she appeared next to him, she wondered whether she should continue the stupid fake pantheon thing. But there was nobody else around, really, and there wasn’t too much of a point right now, was there? So she just lazily nodded her acknowledgement.
“So there’s this door back there, would it be too much trouble to unlock it for me?”
Her ears pricked at the word ‘door,’ and quite possibly pulled themselves off of her head at the word ‘unlock.’ She looked down at the agent, really looked down, and smirked. Metaphorically. “You ask a favor of me.”
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Even so,” Carnea intoned, bringing down a finger to gently caress his cheek, “know that favors only beget favors. Is a man of entropy willing to owe me one?”
John shrugged helplessly. “Well, if there’s anything I can do for a goddess, I’m sure we could work something out.”
Carnea laughed. “Oh, don’t be a martler.”
He had no idea what that even meant, but it probably wasn’t too important. “Sorry,” he said, “I won’t let it happen again.”
Carnea only rubbed her hands. “So where’s this door you wanted me to unlock?”
Really, he knew that she knew the job would be simplicity itself for her. The favor was infinitely small, if you measured it by effort required.
But, you know, gods. Always making a big deal about how much their time was worth. It was best to humor them.
It was funny how it always seemed to rain right when you were feeling awful, as though the entire world was making fun of how awful everything was for you. And when the rain happened to be made of acid, well, that was just plain mean.
Carnea, as it happens, was feeling plenty awful, and the rain wasn’t even hitting her. Goddesses, after all, don’t get rained upon, that showed a lack of poise and such. She had tried impatiently locking the clouds, but then the rain leaked out the locks. So she had to settle for locking out the rain around her and tried not to think about it too hard.
What she did think about was how alone she was feeling, with that little messenger running out on her due to some sort of important shit. Even if she had been able to decipher the sudden onslaught of apologetic excuses, she probably wouldn’t have listened.
She also couldn’t help but feel ignored. Ignored! It was just…was everybody just…humoring her? Her plans and her schemes, was it something for them to keep her busy with, or maybe even to amuse them? Who was ‘them’ anyways? Who was she even talking about? Was she even pertinent to anything anymore, or was she just some detached bystander, having no hand in anything and able to affect nothing?
She really should have just gone with the escape plan. The escape plan seemed like a great idea. Escaping was definitely a good thing. Maybe she could find the Alison girl again, and also that phone device.
John approached the goddess as close as he could, which wasn’t very close at all since she was aimlessly floating above a deep pool of acid, and called out to her.
“Hey, Goddess!”
For a moment, as she appeared next to him, she wondered whether she should continue the stupid fake pantheon thing. But there was nobody else around, really, and there wasn’t too much of a point right now, was there? So she just lazily nodded her acknowledgement.
“So there’s this door back there, would it be too much trouble to unlock it for me?”
Her ears pricked at the word ‘door,’ and quite possibly pulled themselves off of her head at the word ‘unlock.’ She looked down at the agent, really looked down, and smirked. Metaphorically. “You ask a favor of me.”
“Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”
“Even so,” Carnea intoned, bringing down a finger to gently caress his cheek, “know that favors only beget favors. Is a man of entropy willing to owe me one?”
John shrugged helplessly. “Well, if there’s anything I can do for a goddess, I’m sure we could work something out.”
Carnea laughed. “Oh, don’t be a martler.”
He had no idea what that even meant, but it probably wasn’t too important. “Sorry,” he said, “I won’t let it happen again.”
Carnea only rubbed her hands. “So where’s this door you wanted me to unlock?”
Really, he knew that she knew the job would be simplicity itself for her. The favor was infinitely small, if you measured it by effort required.
But, you know, gods. Always making a big deal about how much their time was worth. It was best to humor them.