What... happened here? I hadn't seen a mess like this since that one revolting dinner...
[It appears there's a dumbfounded angel at the door. Poor Pit had just wanted to make himself a sandwich, but he arrives to find the kitchen looking like the huns went through it. So he stays there at the door, surprised and a bit aghast]
Whoa, calm down! I was just asking! [Pit raises his hands in a defensive gesture as Haman snaps at him] Man, people here are so prickly...
[He does grab a mop and start helping, though. As he moves around, it's clear he's rather practiced with it, in fact, since he cleans methodically and quickly. Apparently being big honcho of a celestial army doesn't free you from cleaning duties]
[Pit, on his end, is completely oblivious to any awe or strangeness he may cause. Fighting skills of a gundam fighter, perceptiveness of a deaf bat inside a safe. He simply sighs a bit, twirling the mop in his hand before continuing] Yeah, I'm kinda used to it. You wouldn't believe the messes some of the Centurions make sometimes, and half the time I let them clean it they only make a bigger mess. And there's also sometimes Lady Palutena...
What was that? [And at that, a woman voice comes from somewhere, dangerously unamused. The effect on Pit is immediately visible - he basically jerks upright with an "oh crap" face, stopping cleaning] Nothing! Nothing at all! Do you have any problem with my cooking, Pit?[Now there's a loaded question if there ever was one] No, no! [Pit is shaking his hands, defenselessly] It's very... creative. I have to experiment! After the first six thousand years normal cooking gets so boring!
At first Haman thought the disembodied voice was inside her head, and for a moment she panicked. This wasn't the time or the place for an epic psychotic breakdown. Only, the voice seemed to be addressing the boy in the bedsheet. And he responded!! Maybe this voice wasn't in Haman's head after all. She laughed a little, as the voice scolded him harshly. "Wow. I wish I had omnipotent powers! I would love to tell at Mashymere like that!"
Of course. [Palutena, being a goddess, does quite understand the need to call deference. One needs to keep a certain image, after all, and that applies to mortal queens as much as it does to her]
Yeah, Pit is really a handy little guy. Some days I don't know what I'd do without him. And he does some mean pancakes, too
Thanks, Lady Palutena! I try my best! [Pit is positively beaming at the compliments. You can almost touch the sheer devotion here. This kid would die for his goddess.]
Of course! A proper angel must be always ready for service in case of emergency! Be it for invasion, heralding, or missing breakfasts, an angel must always be prepared! [By his pose (he'd almost look heroic if that was a sword and not, you know, a mop) and enthusiasm, it's not hard to guess Pit is the kind of person who considers making someone miss breakfast to be a grievous crime]
"Remind me to call you next time I've skipped breakfast in favor of paperwork." Haman laughed a little. Well at the very least the kid was energetic enough, she couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm a little.
"Or the next time someone wants to try and insight a civil war again." That wasn't really a joke at all, put she played it off as if it was. Oh, sweet irony.
Of course, no problem! Just give a call and I'll treat you to some outright divine breakfast! Pit is sometimes nice to a fault. [Palutena chuckles] As an angel, it's my duty to right wrongs! And missing breakfast is all sorts of wrong!
[On the second part, though, he stumbles and hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to respond. Thankfully, Palutena to the rescue] I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to help you with that anyway, Lady Karn. Pit made an oath to not intervene in conflicts between mortals. It is not the place of gods and angels to decide the course of humanity, but that of humanity itself. [She speaks with levity, conversationally, but still, better to get that out upfront.]
[It appears there's a dumbfounded angel at the door. Poor Pit had just wanted to make himself a sandwich, but he arrives to find the kitchen looking like the huns went through it. So he stays there at the door, surprised and a bit aghast]
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[He does grab a mop and start helping, though. As he moves around, it's clear he's rather practiced with it, in fact, since he cleans methodically and quickly. Apparently being big honcho of a celestial army doesn't free you from cleaning duties]
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Nothing! Nothing at all!
Do you have any problem with my cooking, Pit?[Now there's a loaded question if there ever was one]
No, no! [Pit is shaking his hands, defenselessly] It's very... creative.
I have to experiment! After the first six thousand years normal cooking gets so boring!
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Only, the voice seemed to be addressing the boy in the bedsheet. And he responded!! Maybe this voice wasn't in Haman's head after all.
She laughed a little, as the voice scolded him harshly.
"Wow. I wish I had omnipotent powers! I would love to tell at Mashymere like that!"
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Thank you, miss Karn. Though my powers are rather limited in this world. Without Pit as my link there chances are I could barely do anything.
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Yeah, Pit is really a handy little guy. Some days I don't know what I'd do without him. And he does some mean pancakes, too
Thanks, Lady Palutena! I try my best! [Pit is positively beaming at the compliments. You can almost touch the sheer devotion here. This kid would die for his goddess.]
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"Or the next time someone wants to try and insight a civil war again." That wasn't really a joke at all, put she played it off as if it was. Oh, sweet irony.
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Pit is sometimes nice to a fault. [Palutena chuckles]
As an angel, it's my duty to right wrongs! And missing breakfast is all sorts of wrong!
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