Shatter EP

[littlegal_lost]

A few hours of walking north of the Grand Canyon, there is a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a small, skinny teenager standing where nothing had been standing before. She freezes, dark eyes tracking this way and that, the quickness of the motion the only clue to her panic.

Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed

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[godofshiny]

There is a tree nearby. It's an old tree, mostly dead, no leaves on the branches. But what is on the branches...

Someone has decorated the tree with hundreds of mirrors, dangling on threads. Tied to each thread are numerous small slips of paper, prayers written to a god who listens.

Speaking of whom, there's Mort, watching the new arrival from his hom inside the mirrors.

"Hello there."

[littlegal_lost]

Glancing sharply over to where the voice had come from, Jordan frowns a little when there's nothing there.

And then notices the mirrors.

And then the faces inside the mirrors.

She nods a hello, gesturing to Journey (or what looks like a gesture to the god as she reaches for the handgun tucked against her spine).

[godofshiny]

Mort folds his hands together. He doesn't smile, but the hint is there. "Welcome, to New Earth."

[littlegal_lost]

"New?"

Phrased like a question, soft and curious. Jordan doesn't fake being scared well, but she's definitely unnerved.

Beside her, the bloodhound looks up at her mistress with a soft whine, before looking off at the same tree and growling a little. It's obviously in response to the change in Jordan's posture and tone more than actually being able to see anything.

[godofshiny]

"That's one name being discussed for it anyways."
He gestures absently, and the mirrors swing with out wind.

"This world faced a great catastrophe. It near to ended. And now... it seeks people to repopulate it."

[littlegal_lost]

Eyebrows lift high. She's only heard of one creature that has the power and the inclination to do something like this but Jordan has no clue why one of them would be interested in her. She was on the trail of a shapeshifter.

And so far as she knows, only a trickster would think this was funny.

"Oh?"

She's going to need a lot more information before taking any action.

[godofshiny]

"Indeed." However, if she needs more information, she's going to have to ask for it.

[littlegal_lost]

The silence lies between them for a moment before Jordan realizes that, however. Her lips curl into a faint smile and she sets a hand on the bloodhound's head, stilling the soft growls.

"And... if I don't want to have any part of a repopulation effort?

[godofshiny]

"It's not one of those things we're given a choice over."

Mort cocks his head to one side.

"Do you think this is my ideal of a good place to hang around?"

[littlegal_lost]

Her lips quirk before she can stop it, a tiny amused smile quickly hidden.

"You're a sentient reflection," she points out quietly, with as much gentle tact as she can muster.

How the should she know where he'd like to hang around?

[godofshiny]

"I'm a man who has been granted the powers of a god." He raps his fingers against the inside of the mirror.

"Granted, my only areas of affection are Prophecy and Reflection, but I'd rather be dealing with them on my own world."

[littlegal_lost]

"Do most people know that by looking at you?"

This is what her mother talks about when she says Jordan has a sixth sense: from anyone else, the question would be sarcastic, or at least teasing. From Jordan, it sounds only curious, as well as carefully reminding the listener of her situation.

Because really, there's nothing proving that Mort isn't the one that brought her here in the first place.

[godofshiny]

"You'd be amazed how many do." Mort replies quite dryly.

[littlegal_lost]

She smiles a little again, almost apologetic as she shrugs. Many might, but Jordan isn't one of them.

The dog at her side whines again. Jordan glances down at her and makes a small gesture - which the dog then gleefully obeys by racing over to Mort's tree. She's big, a bloodhound, and when she puts both front paws on the trunk of the tree, her head is even with and even taller than quite a few of the gods' adornments.

Which means he gets a good look at the floppy face of Jordan's dog.

"You said you're a god?"

[godofshiny]

"Who's a good puppy huh, who's a good puppy?" Being that close to his adornments, it might be confusing to the dog as the voice is coming from multiple sides now.

"Mort, God of Prophecy and Reflection, formerly of the Norau Pantheon."

[littlegal_lost]

Yeeeah, the dog didn't like that much. Floppy ears prick up, as much as they're able, and then press flat to her head. Big dark eyes get bigger and the dog whines and slides off the tree.

It's talking to her and she can't smell it and it's everywhere and she's running back to Jordan like a little kid that goes running back to Mommy.

The young woman makes a single, soft comforting sound and scratches the dog's ears again. It doesn't fix everything, but the bloodhound looks a little calmer for it. She doesn't look much calmer for Mort's explanation either, eyebrows lifted high and curious.

Wary, too. It isn't often Jordan comes across a Pantheon she hasn't heard of. "I'm sorry," she says after a moment, still petting the dog's head, "I don't recognize that name. What culture is it?"