[ooc: At work, no AIM, will be sporadic. Unfinished threads will be slowtimed]
Josh had been around. Really, he had. But there was a time and place for things, and some things he knew he couldn't interfere with. He lived, he meditated, he blessed rooms and water, he made wine, he meditated more. For some of the time, he'd been in a state of nirvana, which had greatly unnerved Biff, since he'd been an invisible disembodied voice when he remembered to talk.
Being one with the universe was great and all, but Josh didn't like the fact that he'd lost track of time and done it for twenty consecutive days.
Mostly, though he'd walked and talked with Mom-Dad. They talked without talking and it was different from when he was younger. Less "THOU ART MY SON, AND HERE HAVE SOME THUNDER SO EVERYONE KNOWS WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO, HI SON HOW ARE YOU, OH BY THE WAY, SAVE THE JEWS" and more of a silent, 'feel the wind, isn't that great? I invented that! Nosebeep!'
If Josh hadn't needed the thunder before (and he had), he would have argued that it seemed like Mom'd had a parenting class or two.
There was a problem though, and that was why Josh had been keeping mostly to himself. The problem was: there wasn't much he was allowed to do. There were certain Rules to these kinds of things, and a rather strict noninterference policy. Everything affected everything else, and if any outright smiting was done, there would have to be concessions elsewhere.
There was a war on, after all, between good and evil.
As it stood, Josh decided to do one of the two things he could do: sit in the common room breaking bread (twinkies) and multiplying them so they had some extra food, and wait to give comfort, guidance, and just plain old friendship to anyone who wanted or needed it.
Later on, he did the second thing: he went outside, out through the gate, and took a stroll through the city alone.
There were a few people he couldn't touch, but he wanted to talk to regardless.
After all, there were no rules against talking and one time, there was this crazy guy that pretended to be his Dad that convinced a vampire to walk out into the sunrise.
No smiting, but talking--talking he could do.
In any case, there were two places the Son of God could be found, for anyone to meet him if they so wished. Or in the case of the people he was looking for outside: didn't.
Being one with the universe was great and all, but Josh didn't like the fact that he'd lost track of time and done it for twenty consecutive days.
Mostly, though he'd walked and talked with Mom-Dad. They talked without talking and it was different from when he was younger. Less "THOU ART MY SON, AND HERE HAVE SOME THUNDER SO EVERYONE KNOWS WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO, HI SON HOW ARE YOU, OH BY THE WAY, SAVE THE JEWS" and more of a silent, 'feel the wind, isn't that great? I invented that! Nosebeep!'
If Josh hadn't needed the thunder before (and he had), he would have argued that it seemed like Mom'd had a parenting class or two.
There was a problem though, and that was why Josh had been keeping mostly to himself. The problem was: there wasn't much he was allowed to do. There were certain Rules to these kinds of things, and a rather strict noninterference policy. Everything affected everything else, and if any outright smiting was done, there would have to be concessions elsewhere.
There was a war on, after all, between good and evil.
As it stood, Josh decided to do one of the two things he could do: sit in the common room breaking bread (twinkies) and multiplying them so they had some extra food, and wait to give comfort, guidance, and just plain old friendship to anyone who wanted or needed it.
Later on, he did the second thing: he went outside, out through the gate, and took a stroll through the city alone.
There were a few people he couldn't touch, but he wanted to talk to regardless.
After all, there were no rules against talking and one time, there was this crazy guy that pretended to be his Dad that convinced a vampire to walk out into the sunrise.
No smiting, but talking--talking he could do.
In any case, there were two places the Son of God could be found, for anyone to meet him if they so wished. Or in the case of the people he was looking for outside: didn't.