Hello.

[sunfalcon]

I am Ra. Many of my children, it seems, have arrived already. I find that I am not surprised at their continued squabbles. It really was only to be expected

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[thewordbirdis]

*speechless*

...Father. *bows, holding his blindfold in place with one hand*

[sunfalcon]

*nods* Thoth. .. How fare you?

[thewordbirdis]

*keeps his head lowered* ...I've been better, sir. *is being really, really quiet for him*

[sunfalcon]

How so?

[roadkill_god]

*......ohgreat*

*nods* Grandfather.

[sunfalcon]

*nods in return* And young Horus. Hello.

[roadkill_god]

*opens his mouth as if to speak, then closes it again and looks away* *doesn't really know what to say anyway*

[sunfalcon]

*looks at Horus thoughtfully*

[flyforadeadguy]

*SQUEE*

*smiles, and does not bounce, as that would be highly undignified* Hello, Father.

[sunfalcon]

*nods* Hello, Osiris.

[flyforadeadguy]

*smiles more* How are you?

[sunfalcon]

Well enough, I suppose. Better than some, it seems. And you?

[littlebrowncat]

*bows, grinning*

My lord Ra.

[sunfalcon]

*nods* Bast.

[littlebrowncat]

*raises eyebrow* No proper greeting for your favourite granddaughter?

[homo_lettuce]

*walks in, holding a small, ornately carved box, calm and sane, and then stops, staring at him* Could you possibly have worse timing.

*tosses his hair, and then smirks, wildly, absolutely psychotic, and the box has disappeared, in its place is a bloody dagger, which he tosses up and down idly*

Hello, father. It's your most hated offspring, Sutekh of the bitter desert sands. *bows mockingly* I trust you've fared well? Have you seen the state of Egypt today, what it has been allowed to dwindle towards in your absence. It's most shameful.

*shakes his head* You damned old man. Couldn't be bothered to be a proper father, but always coming back to let us know how shamed you are of our shortcomings. What will it be today, then? What will you do with us now, O great Ra, O mighty, omnipotent selfish bastard? *throws the dagger right at him* Go to Hell.

Typist: O.o ... *takes out list of people who make Set go nutters and puts Ra's name in large letters at the very top*

[sunfalcon]

*neatly sidesteps the dagger, because, dude, Ra, yes* Sutekh. Rather not the greeting I was expecting, although now I think perhaps I should have.

Have I not always left you, my sons, to your own affairs? And now, do you wish to give me reason not to?

[homo_lettuce]

Just forget it. *picks up the dagger, making it disappear* Just leave us to our own affairs. Just leave. *walks out*

[sunfalcon]

*murmurs to himself* Most interesting.