Sewer Rat May Taste Like Pumpkin Pie...
After offering brief farewells to the crazy little Greek girl and the Northern white folks, Re put the still-paralyzed Ruina under his arm, gave Seth and Nephythys a look that dictated they should most definitely follow him, and stepped out the door, creating a direct portal to his own temple.
He set Ruina up in a chair, her limbs moving according to his desire, setting her up like a little lady with her hands folded in her lap. That done, he surveyed his descendants.
Nephythys looked downright distressed, and Seth looked...
Well he looked straight godsdamned crazy, in Re's mind.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Seth was overwhelmed with his own power, pumping out purple vibes faster than they could be dissipated. That little Greek girl had looked out of her head too, and by feeling around for the energy imprint, he noted that the Fate was feeding off of Seth. This was good and bad. She was siphoning off some of the excess energy that could cause the damn fool to blow, but she also was creating more Chaos wherever she went, which would only make the problem worse, ultimately.
Damn stupid kids.
Re stalked to the bar and pulled out a Red Stripe. He looked at his grandkids and said,
"Now we need to have a little talk. One, about this messin' with Greeks." He gave Nephythys a narrow look, but didn't address her just yet. "Y'all're supposed to be sterile, an' now you went and made this little half-breed girl. Fine. But who you think you be, Seth, gettin' all high and leavin' her to go around, wreakin' havoc... messin' with a man's car.
"You know there's some places you get yo' ass shot for some shit like that."
He took a sip of his beer.
"Now, our Underworld's all put to rights now, so that's all good, I guess. But I still want to know why the hell y'all're gettin' all up in some Greek business, an' I'm gonna need to know what Greeks you messin' with, how you messin' with 'em, how serious this all is, and when I'm gonna meet 'em, if y'all are gettin' too serious.
"Also," he said slowly, turning his gaze narrowly to Ruina. "We gonna need to talk about some home-training for this little girl right here."
He set Ruina up in a chair, her limbs moving according to his desire, setting her up like a little lady with her hands folded in her lap. That done, he surveyed his descendants.
Nephythys looked downright distressed, and Seth looked...
Well he looked straight godsdamned crazy, in Re's mind.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Seth was overwhelmed with his own power, pumping out purple vibes faster than they could be dissipated. That little Greek girl had looked out of her head too, and by feeling around for the energy imprint, he noted that the Fate was feeding off of Seth. This was good and bad. She was siphoning off some of the excess energy that could cause the damn fool to blow, but she also was creating more Chaos wherever she went, which would only make the problem worse, ultimately.
Damn stupid kids.
Re stalked to the bar and pulled out a Red Stripe. He looked at his grandkids and said,
"Now we need to have a little talk. One, about this messin' with Greeks." He gave Nephythys a narrow look, but didn't address her just yet. "Y'all're supposed to be sterile, an' now you went and made this little half-breed girl. Fine. But who you think you be, Seth, gettin' all high and leavin' her to go around, wreakin' havoc... messin' with a man's car.
"You know there's some places you get yo' ass shot for some shit like that."
He took a sip of his beer.
"Now, our Underworld's all put to rights now, so that's all good, I guess. But I still want to know why the hell y'all're gettin' all up in some Greek business, an' I'm gonna need to know what Greeks you messin' with, how you messin' with 'em, how serious this all is, and when I'm gonna meet 'em, if y'all are gettin' too serious.
"Also," he said slowly, turning his gaze narrowly to Ruina. "We gonna need to talk about some home-training for this little girl right here."