[AU] Alisimer

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He'd become "Alisimer the Sleeping God" somewhere along the road, rather than what his newest friend and fellow god, Ameit, had once called him. He used to be called "The Great Tech Support In The Sky", the one who people had learned to turn to for help with everything from starting a computer to coding the very bombs that had led to their

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Alisimer thought he recognized that voice, but he thought his mind could be playing tricks on him. "...Which god should damn it?" he asked, carefully reaching out his hand and calling the blade he had held in in life, Tatormus, to his hand. He hadn't ever used it on the mortal plane, but in the realm the gods inhabited, the blade itself made up for his lack of skill. He listened to the further tirade, standing and ready to attack if this intruder proved to be problematic. He could not detect the presence of another god, which meant it was a mortal who had arrived in what sounded like his kitchen, unless it was Thisma. Thisma was a sneaky merc bitch, the same as she had (claimed to have) been in life, and she had perfected the art of sneaking up on even her fellow gods.

Alisimer narrowed his eyes at the silver-haired intruder, his mind working. He knew this face, but it had been so long since he had thought of any mortals, thought about his mortal life... He knew he'd been dating this silver-haired person, but he couldn't remember this guy's name for the life of him! He nibbled at his lower lip, sitting down with Tatormus in his lap. Riku. That was it. "Riku?" Alisimer asked in response, tilting his head to one side. "It's been-- wow. Not counting the time I was asleep, two-hundred years." It had really been longer, but he had been so deeply asleep they could have just pronounced him a dead god. If it weren't for Krin, he would have been. When it came to that, there was still the tale of "Krin and the Sleeping God" in translated poems celebrating Krin's loyalty and (embarrassingly) his chastity...

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Riku stopped. And stared. And after a looming silence, he reacted with what could best be described as ballistic glee.

"David!" Riku suddenly ran forward, then jumped at David with the full intent of tackling him in the most crushing hug he could manage. "Shiva's tits, I didn't think I was ever gonna see you again!" What followed could be best described as the most crushing hug Riku could manage. Clearly, a lot of what David had just said went right over Riku's head, but see if that stopped the silver-haired man from hugging him as hard as possible anyway.

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Alisimer started a little, toppling over with the sheer force of the hug. It was weird to be called "David" and not "Alisimer" after this long, and a little disconcerting. A mortal knowing his name gave them power over him, and under ordinary circumstances he would have been absolutely horrified that anyone knew that. Instead, he hugged Riku back, grinning a little. "Well, I guess I can say the same. It's been over five thousand years for me, Riku," he offered. "Minus most of them because I've only been awake for two-hundred fifty of them, but..." It was still a damned long time not to see someone. He'd mostly written off the chance of seeing any of the mortals he'd known, but...

Well, hell, the City loved to throw monkey wrenches into assumptions like that, didn't it?

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Riku blinked. "Two thousand.... damnit!" Riku propped himself up and huffed a little. "First Kira, then you! Why am I the only one in our little circle that never ends up immortal?" Riku sulked for a minute before suddenly looking curious. He moved around to get off of David an allow the now much, much older man to rise to his feet.

"Glad you're alright, but what's up with the nap and the immortality?" Riku looked around again. "And, uh. Where are we?"

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"At some point when I was getting up there in years, Krin decided it would be a good idea to fill the glaring lack of Great Tech Support in the Sky, and he had just the mortal for the job, so! I'm now Saralus' God of Electronic Technology. The nap was the condition of my rookie godhood- now that I think about it, Nesce and Nale did the same damned kind of thing to the mage-gods..." he shook his head, gesturing absently at a computer, text appearing on the screen as a sort of 'note to self'- something he hadn't thought of, something he could look into later to satisfy his own curiosity. It was possible that magical anomalies right after the 'old' style of mages had died off might have been due to similar conditions placed upon Krin and his peers, but he wasn't entirely sure of that.

"And about a century and a half after I was turned into the Great Tech Support... the mortals blew themselves up, the world had to be built up from scratch again, with the others working overtime to get them all up to speed." He honestly had no idea why the mortal realm and its affairs were so damned important- it was a big secret Nesce and Nale seemed to be sitting on. "So, what's up with you? You sounded pretty pissed off in there..."