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 Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 8:36 pm
The building was more square than rectangular, like the old Seasons had been. It made the shelves line up differently, and caused the flow of energy to be disjointed, chaotic. The walls were concrete and lifeless, the stony floors cutting off all connection to the earth below. The overhead lighting buzzed a low, constant whir, to the point that even the plant-life seemed discontent with the situation as a whole. There was no oaken, natural feel to this place, no love slowly ingrained into the walls. It almost seemed a more fitting temple for the Lord of the Underworld than the Lady of Seasons.
And yet, here Persephone stood, arranging her saplings as best she could to ease their young minds in such a sterile place. The expression on her face was a dour one as she walked from cabinet to cabinet, sprucing up where she could, but no amount of spring cleaning would serve to calm her frazzled nerves. There was no way to ignore it: Southern was gone. Anubis was gone. And with her and Des as the new referees...who knew what was going to happen? Persy didn't like this new shift in power, and she didn't like this City. It was no place to raise a bunch of newly-born trees, no place at all.
Normally, Persy could sense the godlings when they entered her turf: that was part of her domain as referee of the Game. She could tell who they were, who they belonged to (if she'd met the god before), and roughly what level they were at. However, she did not recognize a presence until it was practically at her doorstep, which meant that she was in the presence of a new, unfamiliar god. She hesitated, feeling out the somewhat familiar presence, and then rushed to the door in disbelief, opening it up with a shocked, angered expression.
"You." Why, why, of all the godlings, why had Writ been chosen to Ascend?
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 9:15 pm
It was the usual curiousity-driven venture into the city. Central was a different place. Gone were the days where a stroll in a random direction would lead to some kind of random opportunity at an interesting piece of life- nowadays, walking the wrong way meant people killing you.
In Central's case, the "Wrong Way" was either towards the center of the city, or beyond the borders. It didn't give Writ much leeway on where he could and could not go- he was a grayhound at the races, doomed to circle around the predetermined ring of safety that Central's citizens have taken refuge in.
For a while, anyway.
News of a weird little flower shop was making it's rounds through the rumor mill. Now, "Weird" and "Flower shop" were two words rarely heard together in the same sentence, so Writ came to the natural conclusion that Seasons is back in business. There wasn't anywhere better to be at the moment, and He wanted to see how well his most favorite referee of the game (At least, the only one he knew) was faring in the new city.
Writ stepped up to the front door and whistled. The cement building seemed loom down on him- it was almost unnerving at first. If Persy expected to have any normal customers, she should consider making the place look, well, like a flower shop. As it stood to Writ, it was a plain old building with a few flowers in the window.
Either that, or they didn't make quaint little flower shops like they used to.
Writ was about to check the address written on his hand when Persy opened up the door.
Yeah, this was the right place.
"Me." Writ smiled at her, "Did I come at a bad time?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 9:28 pm
"Yes--I mean, no--who promoted you, anyway?"
Persy's eyes narrowed: this was not the way things should have gone. This was not the second newly-made god that she should have been looking at, and this was not the building that she should have been in to introduce godhood to anyone. She had wanted to taken her first to Ascend to Olympus to meet the family, to get to know what paradise felt like, to learn the responsibilities of the immortal from the ones who had been doing it for thousands of years beforehand.
Of course, all of these plans had been made when she'd assumed that Fish would be the first to Ascend. The Fates, it seemed, had planned differently.
Scowling, she opened the door and turned inside, moving her breakables to the bottom shelves as quickly as possible with a vain hope. "Just exactly what do you want?" she asked, her voice dry and terse. "I'm kind of in the middle of a move, if you hadn't noticed."
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 9:53 pm
"Funny story about that, actually. You see, three gods walked into a bar and-" Writ scrunched up his face in thought. Then he gave up, "Can't really say it in joke form, really. It sounded like a good start though." He shrugged.
It was a subconsciously calculated effort to get under Persy's skin. It seemed that the only reason Writ decided to come over was to flaunt his godliness in the most annoying way possible.
Who's the idiot with the godly powers? This guy.
Writ did have some things to talk about, but it was pleasure before business with him. He wanted his fun.
"Oh, just checking up on the 'weird flower shop' everybody's talking about." Writ invited himself in and did a quick lookaround, "Well, it ain't the last store, that's for sure."
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 10:05 pm
"Har har, I am severely amused."
Having transported her breakables to the safest place possible (even then, there was no guarantee), she turned to look up at the newly appointed god, the look on her face akin to the expression people made after they'd been sucking on a lemon. Her stance was stiff as she paced around the room, sizing him up with a disapproving glare. Someone had crossed a line when they'd given Writ his immortality, and someone was going to pay, assuming that they hadn't already faded into oblivion. Either way, there would be blood for this.
"I'm aware that our lodgings our different," she snapped, glaring him down. "It was the best I could do, given the circumstances. It wasn't as if I'd been given ample notice, or I'd have pulled the shop up at its roots and brought it on a barge with us." Persy couldn't do that, but that wasn't something that Writ knew. "Now are you here to comment on the obvious change of scenery or is there something actually pertinent to your visit?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 11:08 pm
"Wait, you could do that?" Writ was genuinely amazed, "Man, gods can do anything." Persy didn't realize how many ideas she put into Writ's head.
The energy of the shop didn't react too well to the new entity that entered. It was like giving a nervous tightrope walker a good shake of the rope. Writ didn't really feel it- he was used to it by now. Persy on the other hand...
"Well, you know more about this god business than I do." Writ said, matter-of-factly, "What now?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:16 am
Persy did what she always did when confronted with situations she didn't like: she crossed her arms and glared. The prospect of Writ becoming a god was still infuriating to her, and normally, she'd be in a fit of rage, halfway to an all-out temper tantrum. However, even she understood that godhood, once bestowed, was not something that could be easily relinquished. Whether she liked it or not, she was stuck with the guy, a thought that seemed to resonate as loudly as her father's voice in her head.
"What now?" Her tone was incredulous. "No one's explained this to you? First, you set up a position of your station, a temple of sorts, the seat of your power." She motioned down at her concrete floors sourly. "It doesn't have to be much at first, it just has to tie you to the Earth somehow so you don't get too lofty and float away on us.
"Secondly," she said, giving him a look, "You need believers, people who visit your temple, interact with you on a daily basis. This basis of belief is the central power source of your immortality, and without it, you will wither away." She looked up at Writ with a peripheral glance. "You getting all this?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:11 pm
"You know Coyote." Writ leaned on the counter. He might have been putting a bit too much weight on the old thing- it tilted enough for the flowerpots underneath to shiver. A couple of them sidled uncomfortably close to the edge. "He gave me the jacket" He pulled the old jacket's collar, "And a 'good luck'."
Writ wasn't too surprised about the second part,"So, what I've been doing for the past year. Yeah, I got it."
The whole temple building thing on the other hand- well, Writ never liked the idea of staying in one place for too long, but considering where he was now- he might have to set up shop somewhere too.
"By the way" Writ leaned harder on the counter, "You know which gods are playing, right?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:20 pm
Persy winced at the sounds of her flowerpots wobbling and shot the man a murderous look, about ready to clobber him with something. But the rules had changed since he was a small boy playing tricks: whether she liked it or not, Writ was a god in his own right, and if she tried to challenge that she would most likely be in for a fight that she neither had the strength or the inclination to go through. Being the referee was draining enough as it was.
"Yes, I know which gods are playing," she snapped in an offended tone, "Anubis gave me all of his documentation before he left, so if they've entered the Game legally, I know about them."
"Why?" she asked, giving him a critical stare. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2010 11:01 pm
"You tell me." Writ leaned back, "Just wondering about something." The flowerpots seemed to sigh in relief as they had their moment of reprieve from the man bringing their destruction. Then he picked himself up, and sat himself on the counter.
It felt like old times. He vaguely remembered a time where he could sit on the counter, and not worry about it breaking. The counter moaned slightly.
"Met a god recently, one of Coyote's friends" Writ pulled out his pipe, "Long black hair, kinda a big beaky nose, wears a suit... Any of it ringing a bell?"
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