*blinks*

[daftchirurgeon]

*wanders in, highly confused; under his arm he carries a cloth bearing his possessions (which means, a few pieces of cloth, a bundle of medical instruments, very little food and equally little money). He wears only a simple loincloth and a blanket draped around his shoulders; the only objects of worth that he wears openly are the two copper

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[homo_lettuce]

*stops to consider him* You're Egyptian.

[daftchirurgeon]

*whilst turning to him* ... well, of course.

*fully turned around, now - and stares* *stares some more* *remembers that it's impolite to stare*
*OMA, red hair. Like, you know, that god my dad used to be a priest of before Akhenaton came and said that the gods didn't actually exist. Which, of course, we totally believe, because the pharaoh said it and it's true, right? Right. Except old habits die hard.*

*so, this would be a very hasty prostration, just in case*

[homo_lettuce]

*blink*

*griiiiiiin* Now that's what I like to see. Good boy.

[daftchirurgeon]

*doesn't quite know what to say, or whether to say anything at all*
*ventures, very carefully* ................ Lord Sutekh?

[roadkill_god]

*studies him quietly* *amusion* Hello there.

[daftchirurgeon]

*..... this might be the divinity overload setting in*
*except he probably won't notice it that much, after the encounter with Set, if Horus is less... obvious in his godliness*
*so, merely bows head politely*
Good day, sir. May I enquire after your name?

[roadkill_god]

*is definately less obvious than Set* *it's hard not to be less obvious than Set*

*slight, amused smile* I am no one of consequence. *kinda wants to see how long it takes him to figure it out* What brings you here?

[daftchirurgeon]

*... ages, apparently, as he doesn't exactly -expect- to meet gods*
*just frowns slightly*

Well, I only got here by accident. I meant to go to Akhetaton. I'm a chirurgeon, you see, so I was hoping that the capital would hold more people who need my services. I'm good at what I do, but people only get hurt ever so often... not, of course, that I'd wish for them to get hurt. *frowns more*

[flyforadeadguy]

*woo Egyptian god party*

Well, hello.

[daftchirurgeon]

*timidly*
... am I dead?

[flyforadeadguy]

*grins a bit* No, but I am. Er. Was. Something. It's sort of complicated.

[sunfalcon]

*total god-party woo!*

Well, hello.

[daftchirurgeon]

Typist: ... how obviously godly is he? ... poor Hory. *g*

[sunfalcon]

Typist: Well... He does have the HEAD OF A FALCON, so... something probably seems somewhat peculiar. ;)

[daftchirurgeon]

Typist: ....very obviously, then. *g*

*this would be massive flailing, and a mental war. On the one hand, Set told him to worship only him. On the other hand, THIS IS RA. What to do? What to do? Either way, one god will be pissed off. We don't want that.*
*finally opts for kneeling after all*

... how is it that I am in a place where the gods walk? *FLAIL*

[littlebrowncat]

*in human form, perches cross-legged, grinning* A chirugeon? I like you already. Nice to meet you, sugar.

[daftchirurgeon]

*oblivious thanks to the human form, apparently*
*hopeful smile* That's good, I suppose. Nice to meet you too!

[littlebrowncat]

*grins* Good boy.

Lots of gods around here, aren't there, kid?

[daftchirurgeon]

*sighs* Certainly more than I ever saw walking before.