(Untitled)

[bull_roarer]

The god of wine looks pleased as he sits oh so comfortably in one of the squishy arm chairs so thoughtfully provided by the Nexus.  No bottle with him today, but attention is drawn to his hip flask by dint of it being a bright pink, and also by the fact that his jeans ride low on his hips.  Or perhaps it's the flask that draws attention to his hips

Comments

[metody_green]

Metody pauses, his stuffed animal frogs hopping around him in a colorful circle of oh-god-my-eyes bright Hawaiian print.

- and oh, there is such irony here, given that the young man is a scrap of a irretrievably broken and dead god, the theological equivelent of a corpse-twitch and the slow stages of death moving from lingering tissue to tissue. All that broken power has to go somewhere and where it went was partly Metody -

"With - er, the understanding that in no way is this a request or agreement to have what powers I do possess altered in any way whatsoever, regardless of entitlement - um, sorry, no offense meant, but with some of the things wandering around here - it'd be kind of cool to be the god of healing or healthy growth."

Instead of the bones of a dead god. The young man is as alive as any human, but he's also the skeleton of a corpse. There's even a piece of the mind there, so broken it's impossible to tell the original shape, but still vast. And rotting.

[bull_roarer]

Where does he get these bright bright patterns, Zoe must find out. Some time. Some day.

"Oh no offense taken, if I thought I'd started accidentally made a dozen new gods by my question...hWell!" He's not quite sure what he'd do or what would happen to him, but...well...uh...yes. That.

"That's an interesting phrasing." Empty-headed expression over his eyes, he tilts his head and considers Metody. "Healthy growth?"

[metody_green]

He buys them in the Nexus, then he embellishes them while learning French from children's TV. What, you think those palms sequined themselves? And those hula girls were bare naked before he stitched on their (tiny) bikinis and swaying skirts of strands of hanging beads.

"Well, yeah. Cancer is growth. So is decent into psychopathy, by some definitions. A non-native species invading a new and vulnerable environment is growth, too. And so is infection. I'd rather be healthy, harmonious growth. Maturity, healing, learning."

[bull_roarer]

"I'm sure cancer grows healthily. You know. For cancer." But he does know what Metody means. He nods and smiles at the young man. "You've thought it through before?"

[metody_green]

"It kills its host and then it dies too. Destroying all your resources in the long term for a little bit of short term growth isn't very healthy or sensible," he points out. And then he grins sheepishly. "Heh, yeah. My ex and I used to play little games like this. You know - what would you like to be god of, what kind of smell, what time of year. Silly stuff."

He smiles at the memory. Good times, good times.

[bull_roarer]

He chuckles. "It's not silly, it sounds a terribly entertaining waste of time." Which is not a bad things. Some of the best times of one's life can be had in a waste of time.

[metody_green]

He smiles at the memories. "Yes, it was. Especially on lazy mornings when neither of us wanted to get out of bed. Or when it was too hot to sleep or move."

He shakes off the thoughts, and demonstrates his complete lack of magical understandings: "What would you like to be god of?"

[bull_roarer]

"Ooh post coital snuggles." Zoe sighs happily. "Or pre coital."

...Aw. He's adorable. "If I had a choice in it? Hm...I'm happy with what I've got, but if I had to choose something different...perhaps dance? Or abused women."

[metody_green]

He blushes impressively at the word 'coital'

And then he blinks, a little taken aback. "You mean...of protecting them or making them? Um."

[bull_roarer]

That's absolutely adorable. The blush.

Zoe blinks, and then smiles. "Protecting, definitely. Empowering."

[metody_green]

"Oh, that'd be an awesome godship. Very dangerous, too, under the right circumstances. Very potent."

All that angry, betrayed, stifled and scared emotion, directed at faith? Like dynamite. Like bombs and thunder and blue lights in the night. Like a knife.

[bull_roarer]

"But only the right kind of dangerous."

His eyes gleam with an unearthly sheen and he raises the flask to his mouth to take a drink.

[metody_green]

Gosh, that shininess sure is pretty.

"Yes. And a good group to be watched over. It's sort of odd that there isn't a god of that already. Or at least a patron saint. Or maybe there is and I just don't know about him or her."

[bull_roarer]

"Athena and Artemis look after mothers and children," he offers with a faint smile. "And I'm sure there are various saints, but we aren't on speaking terms so I don't pay attention." The sheen is joined by a half-smirk to give the man a lopsided, not-quite-right look to his face, like he's working at looking human and his attention is wandering.

[metody_green]

Metody is not perceptive by any stretch of the word, but even he can tell when things are wrong. He fidgets, fingers twisting together. "Oh. That's nice."

Is he too old to say he hears his mother calling?

[bull_roarer]

And then he blinks and the moment is gone, and Zoe is just a drunken cutie swigging at a flash. "I mean, there are those who are supposed to be taking care of women."