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Apr 22, 2009 09:49

The god of wine looks pleased as he sits oh so comfortably in one of the squishy arm chairs so thoughtfully provided by the Nexus. No bottle with him today, but attention is drawn to his hip flask by dint of it being a bright pink, and also by the fact that his jeans ride low on his hips. Or perhaps it's the flask that draws attention to his hips ( Read more... )

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deadlymanicure April 22 2009, 18:08:52 UTC

Yuriko is sitting in a big cushy chair using one of her thumb blades to carve the hunk of wood she found laying around. "Hm. Well. I suppose Goddess of Blades and Justice."

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 02:15:21 UTC

"Quite dramatic," he says sweetly, batting his eyelashes. "Does Justice only come in the form of blades?"

deadlymanicure April 23 2009, 03:44:32 UTC

"Hmmm. No. BUT with each dose of justice you get a free ginsu knife set." She grins brightly and looks over at him with her silver metallic eyes. The blade in her thumb retracts and the little cut where it came out heals up near instentaneously.

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 18:10:59 UTC

"Do you give them a chance to use them?" He blinks his innocence sweetly back at her. "Nice trick."

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campjesus April 22 2009, 19:05:06 UTC

"I wouldn't. Religion is just asking for trouble. All those people payin' attention to you all the time and they're like 'ohhhh we need miracles' and you're like 'fuck off it's my day off' and they're like 'but noooooo' and it's annoying, I hate the begging. People should just... chill out, man."

Brody is still a little high. His 4/20 celebration has apparently lasted ALL WEEK.

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 02:20:23 UTC

"It's a hypothetical, dear." He smiles sweetly and holds out a flower for Brody. It's deep purple and looks like it has freshly burst out from the bud. "If you had a choice in your deisy--" Shut up it's a word "what would you preside over?"

campjesus April 23 2009, 02:48:25 UTC

Brody accepts the flower with thanks because no one is expecting him to eat it or go to college with it. (Really, this is a problem in his life.) "I'd be the god-or-dess of not being a god. They'd call me Killjoyicus and leave etchings and collections of Dear Abby letters on my altars."

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 03:09:28 UTC

...Brody has interesting problems, then.

"There we go." ^_^ You have satisfied your god! Well not his. The drunk dude playing with the flowers. "What would your animal be?"

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fallofasparr0w April 22 2009, 19:19:00 UTC

"I've no desire to have that level of power or responsibility." To be metaphorical, Doul is a better arrow than a bow.

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 02:23:00 UTC

"...then...don't answer the question?" He wonders why Doul came to speak to him, then.

fallofasparr0w April 23 2009, 02:32:02 UTC

"Isn't an answer of 'no god at all' just as valid as whatever silly thing the other mortals come up with?" He shrugs before continuing, "I am a mortal man and don't understand what's needed to be a god, and I don't have the hubris to think that I can know it."

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 03:12:56 UTC

"Well certainly, you may," he sighs and almost pouts, crossing his arms. "It's just for fun, yeah? Just something silly to think about when you're bored, or just because. It's like if you could hang out with any person who's dead now but you wish you could've met, who would it be? It's not that you plan on going to the land of the dead to bring them back to life."

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thumbsgoneweird April 22 2009, 19:20:15 UTC

It's a strange question, but perhaps not all that strange, given the party Marwood was at last night, where the aerial properties of hair follicles and conspiracies about the lack of trees in London being a fascist plot were common topics of conversation. It's no wonder he feels like such shit right now, even if he weren't stuck in a 'Nexus,' whatever the hell that is.

Still, he feels slightly less like shit now, enough to answer the question when it's posed. He snorts wryly. 'Oh, God of... Not Starving To Death In A Shite Little Flat In Camden? Maybe God of Booze That Doesn't Give You A Bastard Hangover The Next Day. Or God of Getting An Audition Once In A While.'

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 02:39:50 UTC

"Projecting your issues with your current ailments will not make them go away," he says philosophically, but he unhooks the flask from his hip and holds it out. "Hair of the dog?" It can only help.

Seriously. "I'm working on the no-hanger thing, it could be quite useful."

minxy_x April 22 2009, 20:17:52 UTC

"Is there a goddess of kicking the shit out of people three times her size? If there isn't, I so call that job. Or I could totally be goddess of lust. Best job ever."

Minx's smile was almost feral. She really liked this question. So many possibilities~. It was fun to think about.

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 02:43:44 UTC

"Kicking the shit sounds better, love and lust are rather cliche I think," says the god of (among other things) ecstasy. "And more people need to kick shits out of things bigger than them. Or learn to." He nods firmly, plucking a petal off a flower and sticking it behind his ear.

minxy_x April 23 2009, 02:54:09 UTC

"Cliches are for the unimaginative. Right, so I'd totally be the goddess of kicking the shit out of things three times bigger than her .... or things in general."

She smiled despite his odd flower habits.

"What god would you be?"

bull_roarer April 23 2009, 03:16:07 UTC

"Bigger than the self." He nods judiciously. "There are people bigger than you who may need to kick the shit out of people three times bigger than them."

He smiles sweetly and doffs a hat he is not actually wearing. "Wine god, in fact. Though that's not all, it is what I'm most well known for."