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[fantasycliche]

I've been wondering. Are the beings here that call themselves "gods" really genuine? It seems to me that gods ought to be strong enough to resist the Porter. So then maybe anything here is only a pale imitation, dealing in cheap tricks.

Mm. That being said... Can you kill a god, do you suppose?

[ APHRODITE SHE HATES YOU IT IS SO ON ]

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[boogaroos]

S'pose if you're a god it means you're immortal. Either way if you kill someone that was brought back they come back anyway, don't they? Thought them's was the rules.

[Privvy to Khisanth]

Just got back in town. About to head to the warehouse to unload.

By the way, looking lovely, 'Santhy. Got properly miffed I take?

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[fantasycliche]

[ there's a pause, but... nah totally not interested in the god-killing talk with Booga. after a second or two: ]

Good. [ another pause. ] ...The steak was good.

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[boogaroos]

[Booga doesn't care about the dodge of conversation. He's smiling at her]

Glad you liked it!

Shit, missed you. 'You at the warehouse? I got some presents.

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[fantasycliche]

[ PERKING A LITTLE... ]

I can be shortly. You'll bring them?

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[boogaroos]

Sure. Most of it is in my backpack. 'Rest is stashed in the tank, but more presents for myself than for anyone else.

Unloading now. Anytime you want to pop in, I'm here.

[fantasycliche]

[ Well then, pop in she will! She's teleporting in twenty seconds later, and upon seeing Booga, looking just a little more pleased and relieved than she has for any other greeting so far. ]

Welcome back.

[boogaroos]

[Unloading he is, he sets his pack down on his work desk, ears perking up and tail a-wagging once he sees Khisanth]

Thanks! Got to see some waves. Was a jolly good time.

[He waves her over] Didja listen to those punk records?

[fantasycliche]

A few. [ and she... hadn't really been sure what she was listening to! ] They weren't insufferable.

[ and she'll just go ahead and hop up onto said work desk, slumping a little once she's there. ]

I never thought I'd hear myself say something like this, but I think I'm glad you're back.

[boogaroos]

'Was a longer trip than I thought it'd be. It was nice, but I'm glad to be back too.

[He smiles stupidly at her, noticing the implications]

Hey, there's a first time for everything! You missed me!

[fantasycliche]

[ she totally did. she missed someone. how weird is that. ...moving on, though. ]

You'll have to tell me about it. Did you have any interesting fights?

[boogaroos]

Yes indeedy. There was this place down in DC, and-Oh![He snaps his fingers]

Present number one!

[He reaches inside his pack that rested next her her, pulling out a butterfly knife, flipping it open and closed again, handing it to her.]

Jacked it from the fight. Pissed off this guy something awful for calling him a lily arsed shithead, and we got thrown into the alley before a full out brawl could happen inside. He pulled this on me, and he roughed up my jacket, nearly scathing 'ol Woody on my shoulder. [Apparently that's the name of the character he has tattooed on there. Somewhat of a cracked resemblance of Woody WoodpeckerGot to rolling on the pavement with the bloke, and he got a leg up, getting back up. Kicked his nards hard enough that he dropped it and stabbed him through the foot with it. At this point he was fucking pissed. Surprised he didn't pull his gun on me over it.. I'm thinking he probably couldn't believe I shanked his foot. Heard some commotion building up, so I pulled the knife out, gave him one good blow to the

[fantasycliche]

[ whoa. cool. she reaches to take the knife and play with it, only mostly listening to the story. when he finishes, and when she's more or less gotten the mechanics of it worked out, she glances up with a smirk. ]

"Lily arshed shithead", hmm? Well done. [ and the obligatory greedy dragon question: ] What else?

[boogaroos]

Oh yeah, there's this.. [He reaches into his backpack, tossing aside other items he had gathered during the trip, pulling out a T-shirt that had a large F and K on it (Florida Keys) that Booga had drawn a "UC" in between with a sharpie... probably giggling like a stupid adolescent boy while he did it.]

A shirt for the concert we're going to.

[He pulls out a bottle of Vodka and some cards]

From Atlantic City.... Gotta get to that game we promised.

[And he pretends to grab something else from the bag and just ends up reaching over and giving her a big, happy hug]

And this one for last.

[fantasycliche]

[ these gifts are received with decent approval, she's obviously pleased to be given things at all. And then that last one --

She stiffens a little, and there's a second where she hovers right on the edge of anger. But then, this isn't Zevran, and there are no stupid love spells involved. This is, as a matter of fact, exactly why she'd wanted to see Booga. Not that she'll ever admit that.

She relaxes, even smiles, though of course doesn't hug back. That would just be too much. ]

Not exactly something I can add to my hoard, but I suppose I'll take it.

[boogaroos]

[He laughs, pulling back, giving her a pat on the shoulder]

Wasn't sure how well that was going to go over. Half expected you to bite me.

[fantasycliche]

In this shape? [ pfft. ] Biting doesn't do much good. I'd be more likely to set you afire.