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[isis_dot_com]

She was silent as she appeared in the courtyard, leaning against a pillar off to the side, watching the strange pair... The Spinner and the Chaos Lord. She was surprisingly calm, as she watched them... the power emanating from the pair was so very contrary to her own... mostly, at any rate. This, above all times, wasn't the moment to deny any

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[moirae_dot_com]

Clotho's footsteps left lovely, colorful flowers in their wake - blues, violets, and pinks, glorious and lovely, larger than ever, brilliant and vibrant and almost pulsing with life.

The Maiden turned around to smile at Seth, and saw his footsteps.

"Oh, look at your lovely flowers! Very snappity, I should say!"

She giggled.

As they reached the center of the courtyard, Clotho let go of Seth's hand and spun around twice, the plant life around them already beginning to grow.

"Making things is my very favorite. I really like it," she said conspiratorially.

[seth_dot_com]

Yeah? Hm. He swirls around, mimicking her movement, things of his own growing.

Er. Like that?

He feels something, something familiar, but he ignores it, choosing to try his hand at more of this creating stuff. He pokes at a plant, watching it carefully.

I've never Created anything before. This is kinda... weird. I'm more into the... Chaos... spectrum. the plant is becoming something no plant should ever be....

[isis_dot_com]

Chaos doesn't mean destruction, Seth... not in all cultures, at least...

Her arms crossed over her chest, her voice light, matching the light look on her face as she watched him.

Just as all Creation isn't the same. Some is random... some is part of a greater thing.

this last comment was directed mostly towards the greek

[moirae_dot_com]

Clotho blinked twice, turning looking at Isis.

"Oh well... yes... I mean, hullo, Lady Aset. But, you know, random is a part of the greater thing which is a part of the random, and you know, it goes on and on..."

Clotho bit her lip, feeling like she'd been caught doing somethign she shouldn't, turning to look at Seth guiltily.

[seth_dot_com]

But what?

He watches Clotho and then turns back to Isis.

Nephy stopped by. She tried to do something, but I wouldn't let her. She's got to stop trying to pull that crap in my house, and when I'm all juiced up. I think she freaked out because I was nice. I don't know. All I did was invite her to watch the surgery channel and eat cheetos.

It's all a little jumbled right now.

So... if you're not here to stop me from playing, what are you here for? To watch? Or ....join in?

Heh. I didn't realize it was my go.

[isis_dot_com]

To join? You know i can't...she smiled lightly The world as we know it would cease to be. I just wanted to see you. I haven't much lately. But if you're busy, there's always time...

Isn't there, Clotho...She smiled calmly at the Fate, well aware of the internal turmoil the girl had been through lately

Muahaha.

[moirae_dot_com]

Clotho turned to the goddess and smiled, some degree of wisdom and lucidity returning to her gaze, if for just a moment.

"Of course."

The youngest Fate still watched the caterpillar, and said, "I think the two of you should talk, definitely. And then I'll go home for a little bit. 'Pos is probably all Melaina and I'm tired."

She nodded, seeking approval for her plan before she left.

Re: Muahaha.

[seth_dot_com]

It's ok with me, I can't speak for Aset...

he sits on the ground, waiting for whatever is to come next

[seth_dot_com]

Of course, of course.

But, if you see Nephy, could you please tell her to stop trying to infuse my house and me with her energy? It's not pleasant, and not fun.

When the vines reach her other elbow, one slowly starts to take root in her flesh, trying to make another plant to continue the process. They're sucking on more of his power now. Low level enough to be undetectable by him, but high level enough to cause them to begin to grow outward a little from her body as well as futher along it.

[isis_dot_com]

Mm... if I see her, of course I will.

Your vines seem to think I'm a trellis...She grinned, nose wrinkling only slightly as something felt a bit... wong, though she couldn't place a finger on it. She squirmed, feeling them slide across her back andupper abdomen And they tickle.

[seth_dot_com]

Thank you. I don't mind her hanging out and whatever, I'd love to spend time with her, and get to know her like I was never really able to. But the last two times she's been over it's all "Seth, stop it. Seth, you're bad." and the infusing of power and crap.

He smiles at her more.

I think they've got a mind of their own now. I've not been paying a whole lot of attention to them. They look pretty though.

[isis_dot_com]

No, No...She frowned, looking at him carefully, thinking hard on her words, as if she were drunk, or stoned No, Seth... You're not bad. You're just... Dark. But very important. Both as you, and as what you are. And you can't *stop*... any more then she can, or I can... and I'm not sure she understands. Or why it's so important to her. Nephthys... she frets, see.

These... I think they're inside me.

[seth_dot_com]

Well, there's the one that has the big big blade on it, and it cuts through things, and I've used it to chop veggies and make shish kabobs, and also to remove the head of a pigeon.

And then there's the one with the long twirly thing on the end of it that makes holes, and I've used that one to scramble eggs and make holes in a watermelon.

Hm. Oh yeah, and the one that's just got a small blade on it, but it'll go through anything. I've done a whole bunch with that, mainly just cutting things apart.

There are a few others I haven't gotten out of the boxes yet.

He shoves another handful of cheetos in his mouth and laughs at the television.

[isis_dot_com]

You don't watch the right TV... you're supposed to use the really big heavy hammer on the Watermelon.

She reached for the cheetos for a second before deciding against them, and drained her beer, looking back at the screen

Are they mummifying just her head, or something?

[seth_dot_com]

I've seen that TV. That TV is funny too.

No, she's got to wear those for like a week. And then she has to make sure all the puss drains out of her face every day, sometimes a few times in the day. And for like two months she'll look like she's gotten her ass kicked by her boyfriend, and then she's supposed to have the perfect nose.

Except, of course, the rest of her isn't fixed.

[isis_dot_com]

I don't think her nose was even a problem. We should tell them... though, I guess anything that drains pus is Not Good.