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The big building, the one with the green door. It was easy enough to remember, and Laurence wound his way through the gardens, taking a more scenic route while simultaneously plotting out his course of action in his head. He would compose himself here, take a few deep breaths, then quickly go to see Adi. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard to convince her to take the small floox off his hands--even just for temporary.

Then, it would be time to go meet Him. It made him anxious to think about, and he rolled his shoulders slightly.

He loves All, Laurence. You needn't be afraid of Him. Shuo gently attempted to reassure the priest.

They both knew that the dragon was concerned too, however. Still, the priest appreciated the thought. "I know." He sighed, and found himself wandering towards one of the fruit trees. No one would mind if he took one, would they? It'd been a long time since he'd had fresh fruit like this...

What the...? Laurence blinked with surprise at the sight of the child scampering just out of the tea house, pausing in his step. "Hi." He began before he caught sight of those strange eyes. Was this another god...? Could that be? He seemed so small--but Enekpe's words came back to him. If the gods could raise families, would it really be so hard to imagine?

Oh! Mang was delighted. Laurence needed no further prompting.

"Shuo Huang Zhe, Mang, says 'hi' as well." Yes, it sounded terribly informal, but this boy somehow lacked that striking presence that Itztlac and Nergal had both possessed. "I'm Laurence." The pack mule, at this point.

Floox peeked around the back of the man's head to investigate this newcomer before making a happy little sound. To Laurence's surprise, he'd quickly scurry down the length of his body, pausing at the godling's feet to sit up on his haunches and peer at him.

"And that," The man said wearily, "Is Floox."

Strange eyes, but somehow sad... The man found himself distracted by them until the boy spoke of... his uncle? This Tian Yue again! Maybe this time they could find out his official title, and then--

...Shuo wasn't even paying attention. Laurence resisted the urge to rub at his brow, understanding at once that the Dragon King was entirely flattered at the thought of being an uncle. I don't know, but perhaps maybe. Who are his parents?

"He's not quite sure, but he says maybe. He wants to know if he can ask who your parents are." Brows arched at the name, and a flicker of satisfaction passed over the priest's face. "Ah! Enekpe told us she'd met you. Underworld and Music--those are your parents? And you're Lament?" No wonder he looked so sad. Shuo pressed eagerly at his vocals, and Laurence let him speak.

"Ah! Yes, yes, I see the resemblance. How do you do, Kios? We met your father, not long ago. How is your mother, is she well?" Oh this was splendid!

Laurence absently lifted his arm, plucking one of the apples from the tree and holding it out to the boy. Very much like a child... This was so bizarre, but he felt a little better, a little more relaxed around a godling who was, technically (maybe?) younger than he was.

Laurence was attempting to figure that out, himself; the boy looked fairly normal, compared to the menacing stature of his father. "You're welcome." Polite, though. Good manners--not that such a thing was necessarily inheritable, but hey.

Making me an uncle... I wonder. We'll have to seek out Music soon, don't you agree? The dragon was utterly amused, and quite taken with Underworld's son. He liked children, that was decided almost immediately.

"We could do that." The priest agreed with a bit of a grin, Shuo's good mood being a little infectious. "Do you have brothers or sisters at all?" So when Underworld met Music, it formed Lament... It made sense, in a sad sort of way.

Two more? Laurence was trying not to stare a little, wondering how long ago these children had been born. Did concepts of time even comply to the gods? "I see." Guardian, and Grief... Sounded, well, depressing. Guardian... guarded things, perhaps? "Sounds like a useful talent, to be sure." Shuo was intrigued, and it made him wonder if the myth about dragons and hoarding treasure wasn't exactly unfounded after all. "Crys and Soto... " Two more young ones to look out for, perhaps.

"Most people don't like it when mud gets thrown at them, I think." He snorted under his breath, but paused a little. "Mud? Like clay?" He was a little confused, but still interested. Sounded like a natural gift, if he'd ever heard of one. "Pretty terrible at art, myself." The priest reflected belatedly with a frown. Never ask him to draw you a picture, that was for sure.

"Could be clay." Laurence decided, watching the young Lament for a moment. He liked kids, sure, but that didn't mean he had much experience talking with them. "So, Kios... Were you also reborn from a gem, or...?" Was he something new entirely? Was such a thing possible?

"Well, then we can be bad at it together." He sounded amused, if thoughtful. "Is there anything you're particularly good at?"

His lips would quirk at the childish expression, but he kept himself quiet, feeling as though it would be rude. Last thing he needed would be to offend Kios--sometimes boys developed a sense of pride way earlier than one would expect.

So they had been born, perhaps like humans? No, maybe not quite so, but... They hadn't been present for the Fading, if he was understanding right. He touched at his brow for a moment, deciding there'd be time later to puzzle this over. "Makes you special." That was what it sounded like, anyway, and what kid didn't like to be special?

He finally grinned at the pride he could hear in that tone, leaning back a little as though to evaluate that. "Writing, huh? Not too good at writing myself either, to tell you the truth. What sorta things do you write?"

Laments. And sad things. Well, while he couldn't necessarily say he was surprised, he did offer a small nod, trying to keep it in perspective. Though Kios was a child, he was still a god, and a god of Lament at that.

"Oh. Well, another time then, huh?" He shrugged it off, as though there'd be no doubt he'd be seeing the younger again sometime soon. "Does Crys ever help you write stuff, or you just read it to her?"

Floox was beginning to silently beg for a fruity treat, staring up at the boy with big, dark eyes. He was cute, right?

It sounded as though there was a good relationship between them. Better than the alternative; sibling rivalries on the scale of gods... That could get messy, particularly if it turned into more of a spiteful sort of relationship. "Bet she likes that." Kids liked stories, didn't they? "Does your mom read to either of you? Or your dad?"

Floox practically crooned at the offering, taking it delicately between his little paws before beginning to nibble away. Clearly the creature wasn't picky about what it was fed, so long as it tasted good!

"He's a floox. Named Floox." Laurence snorted slightly. "An Immortal, I was told. Pretty smart, too. ...He's a good companion." It was true, no matter how he tried to act like the small thing was nothing more than an irritation. He wasn't good at acting.

Blind. Laurence tried to keep his features composed, but couldn't help himself from blinking just a little bit. How on earth... "It's good that you read to her, then." He said once he felt he'd recovered enough to sound normal, and it was easier once Kios pouted about his sister apparently being good at hide-and-seek. "Yeah? Good for her." It was said with a bit of a grin, though he had to wonder if the girl had some other way of being able to find her way around, whether it was by enhanced senses, or some... extrasensory crap, he didn't know.

His brows furrowed for a moment when it was mentioned that Underworld was busy. Considering how many had died... Well, though grim, it was hardly surprising. Of course, the mention of the braided hair (and he could still vividly picture those braids, held in with... bits of bone, if he remembered right) made his lips quirk somewhat. "It looks good, though. Looks like your dad's, what I remember of it." Not as thick, surely, but it was a start, right?

So cats didn't like Nergal, huh? It shouldn't have amused him, but it did, and he watched the creature close his dark eyes to sigh against the thoughtful hand. That felt very nice, from the looks of it, and the man would watch for some time.

"And Cat is a perfectly lovely name. I keep trying to tell Shuo that, but he doesn't believe me." The priest snorted. His good humor faded a little at the mention of Cat's death, and he nodded some. "Mm. Well, it sounded like he had a good life. Your mother sounds like a good person to have taking care of things."

He was thinking he'd need to find Music, one day, just to see just what sort of person she was for himself.

Not that his opinion mattered much, in retrospect.

Laurence got the feeling that Cat probably didn't give a damn if they were talking to it or not, but that was something he kept to himself. He'd straighten up again, stretching his legs out, and letting himself watch both floox and boy for a moment. He'd linger here for a little more before he'd excuse himself, and let Kios get back to whatever it was he'd been doing.

"You like cats?" And did they like him, he wondered? If they reacted to Nergal poorly, would Music's influence soothe whatever unease that Underworld struck in them? Personally, Laurence didn't know much about cats, not enough to like 'em or dislike 'em. It was safe to say that he was neutral.

"Animals are much more sensitive than people." The priest murmured by means of reply, and though it might not have made much sense to Kios at the moment, he continued, "That's probably why they like you. They can sense you're a good person. Probably make that little one feel awfully safe." A tired smile pulled at his lips for a moment, and, as though eternally determined to spite him, Floox (with one last cuddle into Lament's hand), latched onto his pants with surprisingly deft paws and scurried up to perch on the man's shoulder.

His lip curled for a moment as he eyed the rodent-like creature, and with a fond churr, Floox rubbed his head just underneath the man's chin. "Ridiculous." Laurence sighed exasperatedly, but there was no bite to it, and grudgingly gave the creature a pat.

You are glad you pulled him out of the rain. The Dragon King could not have been more amused, and Laurence visibly winced.

He knew that would come up, and for whatever reason, it embarrassed the man, leaving him rubbing at his forehead with a grunt. The Dragon King was laughing quietly, and the priest did his best to steer the conversation away from that particular comment, in no mood for Mang's teasing.

"Your father is..." How did he want to phrase this? "...impressive, to say the least. Intimidating, but, from what I've been hearing, Lord Harmodius needs more like him." Underworld, at least to him, fit the title of 'god'. Powerful, terrifying, and yet, after he'd gotten over his shock, Laurence never had felt as though the other would bring him harm. "Sensitive, like I said. I wouldn't be at all surprised if that was the reason. Guess they don't like what they can't see."

Naming... Laurence bit back a frown, but he wouldn't try to sweeten things. "I don't know what to tell you there. I'm no good with names." Floox was an example of that, right? "But. It should be something that means something to you, I think. You said she was just a kitten now, mm? She might grow into her name later, so keep that in mind too. So it might not seem so special at first, but when she starts to grow, it'll fit her like a glove."

He almost sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

That was ironic. And there was a remark on the very tip of his tongue, but Laurence remembered himself at the last second. "He fell in love with your mother in this lifetime, right?" It made at least a little sense, then; someone as reclusive as Underworld, having children? Talk about a shock.

He was still going to be good and not say a word, he swore it.

Again, the priest was mildly surprised by Kios' perceptiveness, but perhaps it wasn't that odd after all. This wasn't just a child, after all, but a god child. "You can hear them..." Another surprise, but then again, he was Lament. Laurence decided to refrain from asking if the spirits were grieving or not when he could hear them, and only nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe in time you'll hear more of them, when you grow older." Or not. What did he know?

"It'll come to you." He advised a little wryly, glancing at Floox as though wondering the same thing for himself.

The priest seemed to blink after a moment, shaking his head. "Forgive me. I'd come out here with the intention of finding Lord Harmodius before I got sidetracked. Do you know if... he's around?" Or rather, had the boy seen him in the area?

First there was a blanch. Then, an ill-suppressed shudder. Underworld courting... That would have been a truly terrifying experience for any woman, or so he thought. Music, he'd been told? Perhaps... well, hell, there was no way he'd seek her out and ask, that wasn't any of his business, but he at least wanted to grow acquainted with her in some way.

And Shuo was still stuck on this uncle business. He'd never hear the end of it.

His gaze cast itself to the building for a moment, thoughtfully, before he gave a slight nod. "Guess I'll check there, then. ...If you ever..." Well, hell, what was he supposed to say? If the kid ever needed anything? He had his parents, and the man felt awkwardly as though he was intruding. "...Well, I'll be around, if anything. I'm with Illisia, and Xun Jiang. Big, wooden door shaped like a tree."

Yeah, entirely too awkward now. With a slight nod, Laurence made to go, but not without a few parting words. "See you around, Kios. Lemmie know what you end up naming that cat, all right?"

And you like children. For all the cool layers you've wrapped yourself in, you do not hide your true colors very well at all. The dragon noted warmly.

"For Christ's sake, worm, if you have any more goddamn comments to make--"

And so the tirade went on for a while.

There had been the sound of trickling echoing through the alleys. She followed it though some display windows, past the security desks and turnstiles of the mall admittance, through the shopfronts into the back bowels and maze of plywood walls and cement floors that only employees once saw in their meanderings to take out trash of get a smokey treat. She thought it was a janitor's closet, red vinyl logo on the rust-bolted push-door, probably a leaky faucet to some sink that by some miracle was connected to the only line in the whole ******** city that still managed to have water running to it.

How had no one heard it? Camped it out and made it their niche and kingdom. At least with all the rotted clothes and displays and mannequins the place would have a creepy, if effective line of defense and assured warmth of bedding.

She walked into the dark room and instead walked onto grass?

Dim open nothing sky and the scent of fresh flowers. More sound of water.
Her stomach flipped like she'd dove from a cliff top and plunged into water, but she was just standing there. No, kneeling now and trying not to hurl bile and not much else on this ....grass. The door closed behind her with a faded metal clink. Through the screen of her bangs, there wasn't a door there at all anymore. Just open columns. White stone and marble in the dim. A fountain. No, more then one. Where was here?

((Hell, I'll bite? I assume the setting is the Pantheon? XD))

Phaedra had been lounging idly; the fountain's soft babble was more soothing to her ears than the endless silence of her own chambers, which of late had been reminding her only of her lack of a court. All vestige of the Throned Glory that her dear Emperor had exalted seemed gone now, smoothed out under pale marble and cool water.

Which were nice in their own way, but the way Creation did it just felt sterile.

Her ears perked as she heard sound, unexpected - footsteps suddenly sounding against marble. Suddenly, as if the one making the sounds had just appeared, not approached. That was interesting enough to draw the goddess to her feet, to come around a pillar and raise one eyebrow at the figure standing there.

"Hello?" she called out, affecting a calm and welcoming pose; the benevolent goddess at rest. "Who is there? Don't fear; I won't harm you."

( setting is indeed the pantheon )



Hjava did not whirl on the voice. She did bring the back of her hand in front of her mouth as a precaution and looked around again. A black woman with BI-ZARRE eyes and ears. She had a tail mod. Really nice one. Either a pleasure model cy, synth, or maybe just some douche who'd had waaaaay too much money and freetime and a furry fetish.

Who the hell started off with a line like that anymore unless that was exactly what they were going to do in this day and age?

"Where is this?"

"Is this yours? There's water here. Plants. That's impossible."

Want was just as easily mixed with anger in her. She'd had what she'd wanted in life, had in it hand and it was stolen away. She'd had a job.

Pyrotechnics on the road, living prefect to prefect and concert to concert on tour with the band. She'd had love, five bandmates who got along and shared perks and friendship as well as beds. She'd had fame, any asking price she could think up and still deny all the rest to keep with her crew. Oh, she'd been loyal.

Then there weren't any concerts, no money, no music. No nothing except running from place to place looking for food and waiting for everyone to die off, psych out, starve or sweat to death in fever.

She wanted it back. She wanted friends, fame, fortune and glory. She wanted fans and a band, and to make s**t blow up for thousands. This cut-and-run survival crap was grating and dull. She'd cut, and do it damn fine. She'd find a city and people to wow with art again, and she'd find it standing.

"Greenery is a good start. Food. There's gotta be a lot of people here, right? There's no coven I've found of survivors that have found some stash that there wasn't a rat's nest of them. "

"What's the catch? There's always some initiation to get the goods. I'm not in the mood for staying if I've gotta hitch up to some cult; you don't look a whole lot like a scrapper. I don't have much to trade, but I can get s**t done. "

There didn't look like a bodyguard was about either. Not that this one looked like it was worth roughing up. She had nice curves; luxurious like leather interior and a cashmere throw in a car with its own pool.

((I'm sewing too, but I'll jump in for a bit. ))

Taj slipped down the stairs, Madrigal in his arms. It was time for an outing for the boy and he was planning to enjoy it. Lisana's critters were in the green nearby he planned to try to teach Maddie a few things about animals. Perhaps even play in the fountain a short while.

It was meant to be a quiet day for both of them. At the very least one away from the forge for Taj, the god was quite certain that it would be interrupted in some fashion. Something was always happening.

Maddie giggled clinging to his father's shirt tightly with one hand. Continually he tried crawling up over Mystery's shoulder to get to the wings and feathers, small fingers reaching. Taj would let him get so far before pulling him back with a smile. It was becoming a game.

As he rounded the pillar, Taj suddenly stopped at the sound of voices. Neither one he recognized but there were enough people here that he doubted he would know but a few of them. Still, he stopped just to the side, watching them as Madrigal tried once more to reach his wings.

Perhaps they'd not play in the fountain. He was suddenly quite certain neither would like being splashed with the water.

Well, she certainly came off half-raving like a diva. She spoke of crowds, and civilizations. "You don't look like a who lotta rock, but I'm pickin' up some of what you're putting down."

"You know where there's a city near here then? Where one was? " Finding anything more then three-stories that was still standing anymore had to be the work of some primeval almighty anyway.

He wasn't best pleased with the new acquisition to their duo; it seemed like they'd gotten rid of one small, chittering creature only to pick up a larger, man-shaped one. Truth be told, he knew he was irritable and it would probably be better to not take it out on James. That was why he was silent, stonily so, and allowing Mang to do the talking for him. Everyone was happy, that way. All he had to do was move his feet, and let his eyes scan over the gardens for... well, God.

The priest prayed he'd sense Him, or that if they stumbled upon Him by mere chance, He would be recognizable. He knew his luck wasn't that good though, but kept the grumbled comments to himself.

"I assure you, our Lord will be able to clear things up for you. There are many gods and goddesses still trapped within their gems, and they will need strength and faith from potential supporters, such as yourself." Shuo was quite taken with the energetic mortal.

Voices carried, soft, but definitely feminine, and the priest unconsciously veered around one of the many columns, drawn by the sound and the constant trickle of water.

Two women--one decidedly not human, while the other looked somewhat more normal. The dragon cut off in mid-sentence to pause, evaluating the situation for a moment. Another of my kin. You feel that sensation of want, in the air...?

The priest did, and he didn't like it. Dark eyes slid to James, as though seeing what he thought about the situation before he'd step forward. Maybe they knew where Harmodius was. If not, he knew Shuo would be pleased to introduce himself to another god or goddess...

He'd keep himself at a respectable distance, once he caught glimpse of yet another man--god, from the wings--and the child in his arms. So many gathered here. It made him feel like maybe they were close, at last. "They might know where Lord Harmodius is." He muttered for James' benefit, finally speaking to the man.

Taj's lips twitched upwards as he listened for a moment. Greed she had said. A goddess he had not met yet. One of many of those he had yet to meet.

His eyes caught sight of the others as they stopped nearby also. The voices had drawn them as they had him. It was obvious the woman had just arrived.

Avoid the doors upstairs.. snagged his attention. Shifting Madrigal, he pulled his tablet free to write on it. Did Greed not know of the mortal hallway upstairs for those in need?

< A plain door next to bubbles will shelter mortal needs. >

Moving forwards, he inclined his head to Greed before holding the tablet out to both. His lips twitched wondering how she would take the interference. She could continue to play afterwards with the girl if that was what she wished.

More BI-zarre names. Nothing she remembered off the positioning systems of charts. Footsteps behind her too slow and obvious to be an ambush so she casually turned to the side so that neither of these were at her back and ready to donkey-punch her in the back of the skull.

"The planet ain't equitable, and I don't have my ex-position. World isn't fair, but if you want a name, I go by Hjava. Sur's are for pussies who need more then one. Glad you do the same. Faydra...It's got about five golden rings to it, maybe a ringtone even if communications get up and running. "

No cities. Well, that was a strike for this area. But people, shelter, info and food were a home run to at least take the advice and stay for more then the minute it took to refill canteens and walk to the border. She looked back, all while slipping a hand into her pocket to put on the tour rings of all her mates...impromptu brass knuckle stand-in, at the newcomer walking and standing there waiting in Captain Obvious vision.

Then there was some freak just prancing upto her like a pony with some pet on his arm, "Speak it up, if you're gonna live it up. I have no problems at all making your face greet the green Earth if you get outa line, so lets start it straight. You keep your kindly distance til I know you're not a inpatient on outpatient status."

She back-stepped at the approach and lifted the glinting fist in warning and pugilist preparation.

A Dragon King! When the little tidbit had been revealed to him, the researcher had been near ecstatic, unable to quite comprehend his luck. Well, truth be told, he didn't know quite how lucky he was, but apparently these Kings were a rarity among the gods, whose numbers seemed as numerous (by tale, not by his own observation) as stones along the riverbed. This was why it was important to question everyone when you had the opportunity in a more open society- you never knew just what sort of observation you could be missing if you stopped for a moment to consider caution! Not that he hadn't been cautious enough, mind you, but he did consider himself somewhat an expert on the human species and their Earthly abilities. Laurence, from the outside, had not seemed like a man who could brutalize him easily. If anything, he looked drastically underfed.

But the priest had shown he had a trick up his sleeve yet. Or, to be more correct, a godly presence. Another host. They had spent some time meandering through the garden, not simply content to wait for their Godot, and they had conversed on whatever the Esarian felt fit to bring up. Shuo was quite charming, something James was beginning to think was inherent of all gods. The subject had come up pertaining to hosts, and James had inquired innocently as to what Shuo thought really made a good host to a deity. He had gotten an answer before, but he it would be folly to hold one opinion over another in his line of work. Could anyone, a seemingly ordinary Joe-Schmoe like James, for example, be a host? And understandably, Shuo had taken it as an offer.

The resulting conversation was promising, however, and now James turned it over in his mind as he walked side by side with Dragon King and host. A follower? Well, perhaps. He was not opposed to servitude, so long as he was allowed some life of his own. Worship, though... Worship might take some getting used to!

Suddenly, the other paused in his phrase, and James dutifully looked over to him, then followed his eyes. Off in the distance, there were three. Two were strange, feline-featured humanoids and one was what looked like a human girl. Were these servants, the aoide? How naive he was at the time to suspect as much. As Laurence made the aside to him, James perked a little, giving a nod to indicate he thought it'd be a good idea.

"My lord," He said humbly enough with a hint of a wry smile. It was the first time James had granted anyone the honorable the whole duration of his stay. Shuo could lead the way. The group looked a little busy, besides, and James was shameless enough to let the god be his escort. His cover story, in a sense.

Enekpe's day so far had been uneventful, as most of her days were now - and which, in her opinion, was a very good thing! She much preferred lazing around or playing with Ari the floox to the way things had been before. Who wouldn't? Every now and then she might get a little bored, but that was easy enough to nap away, or else she could talk to k**e. Today, all she'd done so far was go for a swim.

As the still-soggy pooka set off in search of a snack to follow her bath, she caught wind of a vaguely familiar scent, and decided to follow it and save eating for later. She wasn't that hungry; food could wait when there were friends to see! Soon enough, she caught sight of the priest - and there was someone with him! And some other people nearby...?

After a quiet chuckle to herself, she made to creep up behind Laurence with a mischievous little "Boo!"

Hjava, she said, foreign and certainly nothing he'd heard of before, followed by what sounded like 'Faydra.' The goddess' name? Perhaps. He was content to watch for now, as when the man stepped forward as held something up to the pair... well, the following conversation seemed tense, at best. "Calm the ******** down." He snorted at the girl with her multicolored hair, not impressed and irritated by her, though he shouldn't have been. They'd all gone through trying times, undoubtedly, but he was not in the mood.

James' words made him snort again, not so much at the respect due, but by the way the dragon swelled with pleasure. "Perhaps it would be best, if we simply observed." Shuo spoke aloud for the mortal's benefit, though would extend his voice, notably deeper than Laurence's. "She is right; we mean you no harm, and apologize for the lack of introduction--" The dragon was cut abruptly off as the priest practically jumped out of his skin, whirling about for his assailant with narrowed eyes and curled lips before, realizing, his gleaming eyes dropped downward.

"Enekpe." He grunted, feeling pissed off and stupid, but also not about to take it out on the pooka. "Scared the hell outta me, don't do that." Turning his back on the three, he crouched to better look at the small creature, patting at her head for a moment. "You holdin' up all right?" A pause. "Enekpe, this is James. This is Enekpe. She's a host, too." He grunted at the other man, clearly going to at least introduce them.

((G'night Ivy. I hope you feel better. Sorry it took me so long. I keep getting dced. Going to have to call the cable office tomorrow I think.. -_- ))

Mystery blinked in surprise. Her speech was so strange and she spoke of things he had not heard of. He did however recognize an inpatient on outpatient status.

She thought he was crazy? Or perhaps uncertain? Most likely the second option.

His lips twitched upwards into a cheshire grin. Shrugging he glanced over at Phaedra, amused by her words as much as the others. Writing again, he penned, < Dear Greed, continue your play. A fountain and mad raven await Mystery. >

The tablet was only held long enough for the goddess to see before he bowed, turning towards the fountain nearby. Madrigal tried to climb his shoulder again but then giggled as his father put him on the edge letting him kick his bare feet in the water.

The alien disguised as a brunette man was simply content to observe as Shuo's host snapped at the pretentious female, only offering a blink in response to his tone. His eyes admittedly wandered as Mang himself perked up to speak, acknowledging the statement inwardly while he took a study of Taj and his brood. Only when he heard the 'boo!' start up from somewhere beside him did he whip around to see Laurence's body in possession of a new, fuzzy growth. What in the worlds...?

"A... A host?" James echoed, his brows hitching up in surprise as he considered the little animal. "You're sentient, then? How curious. Enekpe, indeed, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Do you have a moment? I didn't know non-humanoids could be hosts."

"Hehehehe," Enekpe giggled merrily. "Sorry! But it was fun." She hadn't had anyone to do that to in ages! She'd spent quite some time avoiding people entirely, given that she was small and potentially edible, but now she had friends she could play games with! Even if they weren't necessarily as amused as she was...

She wagged her tail happily at the head-pattings, answering with an "Mm-hm! How're you?" before peering up at the man she was introduced to. "Hello, James!"

Her look turned briefly puzzled, however, as she didn't have a clue what 'sentient' meant. "Sentient? Nah, I'm a pooka!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The priest grumbled, and while the female was temporarily distracted with James, he muttered a prayer for forgiveness under his breath. Too much swearing and bad temper, and though they'd been rightly used in the heat of the moment, he was still working on trying to curb those particular vices.

"I'm well. Shuo says hi." He relayed dutifully before snorting slightly at her denial that she wasn't sentient, but a pooka instead.

She was really rather endearing, despite himself.

"Went to Adi's place to drop off Floox, for a bit. Gonna recollect him one day." As in, whenever he felt like it and whenever he had a place to keep the little creature. Illisia's room was enormous, true, but he had a feeling the little creature would vanish into the wilderness in a heartbeat, if allowed. "Where's yours at?"

He would pause to watch Taj and the newcomer for a moment, his gaze pointedly unfriendly, and Shuo would rebuke him a little, but to no avail. Laurence just wasn't in a good mood right now.

If James spared the childlike newcomer a glance, it was brief, and he dutifully chuckled softly at the little animal's response. "Sentience is a state of mind, indicating a state of perception, generally of the self. Many animals act upon an instinctual basis, thinking of survival and procreation only. Sentient beings hold the culpability of reason, in the most base of my perception of it. That you speak with us and retain a recognition beyond safety and potential food source makes you sentient."

Laurence was speaking, and he paused to allow the man to relate to the creature while he pondered over her very existence. A pooka? That name meant something to him, in terms of mythology. Irish origin, dealing with fae creatures who took the form of a horse or mongrel, always shadowed. Somehow, he had always gotten the impression that they were much more... sinister. Despite the lore that said they were, ultimately, benevolent tricksters. In this manner, Enekpe fit the bill. But perhaps there was another creature, such as her, that called themselves the Pooka... It was not unlikely in the least.

"Adi?" His senses perked at the familiar name. He had met her, hadn't he? And her floox, Phlox. "Hmm." Was the additive, meant to suggest Laurence not mind his interjection for now.

"Hi to you too, Shuo!" En chirped back at the dragon. "I dunno where she's at. She didn't come swimming with me."

...hmm. Enekpe listened to James' explanation with her head tilted, and a comical look of half-understanding concentration on her face. Sentient she might be, but her education, could it be called such, was very limited. What she gathered, more or less, was that being sentient meant she could talk. There were a couple of words in there she didn't know.

Since he was obviously willing to clarify such things, she asked, "What's procreation?"

"Just as well." The man muttered to himself; he didn't need the floox giving him doe-eyes because Floox wasn't around.

My, you thought I could be confusing. Shuo chuckled at the man's description of sentience, and Laurence just rubbed at his brow for a moment. Then, of course, Enekpe had to focus on that "procreation" term, and the priest could already see the wheels turning in James' brain. Before the man could answer, Laurence would hastily interject, shooting the man a venomous stare that dared him to try and talk over what he was about to say.

"It basically means having kids." The dark-haired man said gruffly, shaking his head slightly. No need to get graphic with the pooka, thanks. He didn't even know if her species could procreate, though there was no reason he saw that said she couldn't.

Indeed, he was about to dutifully inform her of the mechanics that determined procreation (after all, he was always eager to please when it was a subject he knew of) when he was suddenly affronted with a harsh look from his happenstance companion. His lips thinned, instinct telling him to sink into a defensive stance should the vicious thing strike for his throat. What he did do was clear his throat, reaching up to fiddle with his glasses as if they weren't straight enough on his nose as it was.

"Yes, essentially, Laurence is correct," James agreed passively. "Enekpe, if I may ask, who do you serve host to?"

"Oh." Well! For a mystery word like that, it wasn't terribly interesting. Not to her, anyway, since she'd certainly never be involved in any sort of...procreation. "Pooka don't have kids."

En paused to shake some of the water from her shaggy coat and sat, making herself comfortable. There were other words she would have liked to ask him about, but he asked her a question first, and so she answered, "Kikechum! She's the goddess of animals."

"They don't?" He asked before he could catch himself, blinking for a moment. "How did you start... well, existing, then?" Surely there was some method to it. Unless she told him she and her kind simply appeared in a puff of smoke--or better yet, she was the only one of her kind.

While Enekpe spoke to James, Shuo privately saw to addressing his host's irritation. We will find Him soon.

I know. The man replied, curt but not unkind. He'd wanted to get it over quickly, that was all. Now he was being forced to slow down--but he could and would deal with it.

Besides, seeing Enekpe again was nice, and certainly not something he regretted.

"I see." From the pouch at his hip, James drew a pad and paper and began to scribble down information. Without looking up, he said, "Laurence does pose an valid point. If you would enlighten us, Enekpe...?"

"Nope," she confirmed, shaking her head. "We're made! Evolved pooka, anyway. I'm not sure how the normal ones start." After a moment, she added with one of those shiny new words, "They're not sentient. But for us, they get a couple of regular pooka and put their influences together, and then there's an egg!" En, truth be told, only had a very vague and not an entirely accurate idea of how she'd come to be, and didn't know much more about her parent species.

"And we bond to somebody when we hatch, and that's our person."

Made... And what they were made from--they couldn't talk and process thoughts, like she could? "That sounds complicated." Laurence rolled his shoulders, somewhat thoughtful. Influences--did that mean the parents... were more or less used up, in the creation of a child of sorts? He wasn't quite sure, and didn't know if he wanted to dwell on it.

"Ah." Yes, she'd told him about her person--and how her person had died. So clearly, they didn't need their bonded to survive, though clearly Enekpe was still quite sad over it. He was satisfied with the answer, and saw no more reason to pry, but knowing James...

...Well, James was James.

"...Astounding." The Esarian would say, his eyes moving to study Enekpe anew. The process she was describing was not like anything else he had ever heard, which was saying something for James. It was possible, given her current intelligence, that she wasn't exactly being true to whatever the process actually was. Still, he took the notes down exactly as she had said them, thinking it over. As far as the growth of her species went, the 'evolved' pooka she called it, well, that could simply be a type of metamorphosis or maturity.

"You mentioned a person..." Laurence had hit the nail on the head, despite the fact that they had known one another for all of about an hour or so. If there was anything predictable about James, it was his tendency to ask questions, even if those might be things a human might term rude or personal. "After you received your gem, did you leave them? Where is your bonded?"

"She died," En answered sadly, her ears falling back and her feather-crest flattening. "A long time ago." It seemed like a long time to her, anyway, though how long it had actually been escaped her. She'd been through a lot since then, and her carefree life as a housepet seemed at once very far away and as though it was only a few days behind her.

"That's when I left. I didn't have k**e then."

Did no one ever speak here that breaking the silence brought them out of the corners like a hive of bees? Well, she'd wanted people and apparently that was easily granted.

The conversations fragmented between sources, traveled here or there and left. She just listened for a moment, jaw set firmly. Well, asylums usually did have open spaces and gardens. This one had necessities of life. No cities nearby, the door to the mall was gone...

So where did that all leave her? Well, the cat-girl with the crystal eye had given her a clue-in on a place to go at least. Specifics were good. Kitty had fangs too. Preferable to mimes with kids and dudes who talked to stuffed animals.

So there was an upstairs, however that worked in a building that looked like it came from ancient ocean-side pinnacles. She could kinda see the stairs inside, craning.

"As long as everyone is copacetic keeping more then arms length, I'll gladly keep it on the DL."

"Where is here? I was in the Eastgate Mall at Tovaugn I....but this isn't there. " If she new star-charts like Belly Robbers, which she didn't, it wouldn't even matter for telling where this was. The sky was all black here except for the ambient light pollution of lamps and weirdo unattached globes.

Astounding. Was it really? His gaze slid across the gardens, silently taking in their surroundings and searching for any new faces besides the four. As it were, two of the men--gods?--seemed to be going, and Laurence felt a little more at ease with that.

The sadness of the pooka had his eyes narrowing a little, and though the priest sad nothing, there was a notable tension framing his shoulders, his face, like taut strings. Should James pull them too much, they'd snap, and that wouldn't be fun for anyone present.

"A lot of people died." He said curtly, less to En and more to his nosy companion. Then, perhaps unexpectedly, he left them to their conversation again, removing himself by taking a few steps so James could continue without a sneering shoulder angel monitoring his words. The women were still there, but unless they addressed him, he wasn't much in the mood for initiating conversation.

"Unknown to me at least." Didn't mean it wasn't known to someone. " I followed the sound of water and walked out here. "


Pantheon came across to her as 'every god' ...taking that whole shindig further down the river. Why not? If you had food and shelter and living green stuff, standing buildings and a population, you may as well call yourselves gods. Maybe there was an opening for god of L'oreal. If there was something she'd been able to pick up plenty of and stuff into her knap it was an unhealthy supply of makeup. Useful for tours, not for eating.

"It isn't really a problem about getting back. Nothing much there. Best policy is to keep on wheelin' " The term was a little lost without actually HAVING a ride, but there wasn't gas to be had either.

'So this place is free range?" Basing assumptions on people just walking about and tripping over them.

" 'Lord' ? " She was serious from her tone and stance. It just came out natural as 'Chinese Laundry' and just as out of place. "Are we having feudal play along? Alright."

Hjava's mouth curved into an exaggerated frown but she gave the slow nod of diggin' it. "I can play along. "

So she adjusted her pack and started to the 'other' stairs.

"I see. That is unfortunate. I'm sorry." James told her, allowing his voice to soften a little from its normal, curious beat. He didn't miss Laurence's input and his tone, but he gracefully ignored the man's attitude for the most part. The pooka had nicknamed her goddess, something James found a little curious being it was so... familiar a mannerism. One might have thought a deity would prefer their full name spoken unless given the permission otherwise. Perhaps it was one of the host's rights.

He was about to speak more when he heard the nearby conversation pick up to words of 'Lord' and 'Pantheon'. Were they speaking of the Creation god, Harmodius? The brunette turned his head distractedly, "Laurence, I think that hipster is looking for Harmodius as well."

"I won't forget it, Fay. You've got a good chic."

She lifted a hand of recognition and thanks as she walked. A small wave that stopped when she got into the actual building and was staring at the biggest relief sculpture she'd ever laid eyes on.

She just stood there for long moments, panning over the shapes and forms gawk-mouthed as a tween at her first concert. It was amazing, but who even came up with stuff like that? WIth some redecoration, this place could make the most heinous concert hall, especially with some beast like that up on the wall.

Enekpe blinked owlishly after Laurence when he stepped away a little. He seemed unhappy. Had he lost someone, too? The pooka sighed, and conversation moved away from its focus on her. Which would have been okay, except now she was sad, and at times like that, being so small and on the ground felt rather lonely.

"Can someone pick me up?" she inquired. "My neck is tired." It wasn't, really, but it was a passable excuse.

James' use of the word 'hipster' was enough to earn him an exasperated glance for a moment, before the true value of what he was saying would sink in. She was going to see Lord Harmodius? "Lord Harmodius." He corrected automatically, then jerked his head after the woman's retreating back in the universal sign to follow.

Don't forget--

The priest stuttered to a stop, turning back to the man and pooka to kneel and gently scoop En up into his arms. "C'mon." The pooka would be tucked closer to his chest before he headed after the woman. Hopefully James caught the hint and would follow. A narrowed glance was spared for Phaedra before he'd politely shifted past her.

Laurence didn't feel much like addressing the strange youth, and instead lent his voice to the dragon. He was better at smooth talking, anyway.

"Excuse me, miss? Might you be in search of the Lord of this place? I'm not one to eavesdrop, but if our goals coincide, well... I am Shuo Huang Zhe."

It felt like an appropriate time to bow, but the priest stubbornly kept himself upright, letting his eyes wander with a bit of awe over the sculpture before them, only shifting to make sure En was comfortable in his arms.

James was puzzled for a moment by the correction -what had he said?- but let it pass. Laurence was already beginning to walk, and just as James had turned to acquiesce the pooka's plea, the priest swept in and saved the day. He was the taller of the males, and the more familiar, so it was just as well. James, secretly, may have liked to touch her fur, though.

As he passed Greed, the mousey little brunette man nodded politely, giving her a soft "Good day." before he hurried after Laurence and Shuo, the latter of which seemed to be in control now.

"And I'm James," He would pip up after the dragon had introduced himself, coming to stand somewhere behind and off to the side of Laurence. They both seemed to be captured by the relief on the wall, which James had studied some time ago. He didn't spare it too long of a look.

"Well then, gents, its good to meet you." Sho and Jimbo, the tweed team from the kingdom of stick-up-butt.
"Aren't you a little...white for a name like that?"

Maybe he was raised on the fly by interstellar monks and taught the intimate secrets of wuuwongfu or such.

They provided enough distraction from the layout of the place that she started up the stairs again. The door and walls at the top were total celtic revival, a whole lot gag. Maybe it could liven up with a deathDruid motif.

"Knock Knock, and I'll huff and I'll Puff and I'll blow your house in." She kicked the door, stacatto thuds, leaving black smudges from the soles of her boots.

Hooray, it had worked! She had had her doubts for a second there, but Laurence came through and scooped her up. Being picked up in and of itself was always sort of fun, like a little ride, although the best part was just being close to someone. The still-damp pooka snuggled close, her short tail wagging happily as her sadness evaporated.

She peered curiously at the colorful woman they went to meet, glad to have a good view from being carried. This was so much nicer than staring up at people all the time!

"And I'm En!" she added cheerfully to the men's introductions, though the lady had already begun to continue on.

Sharp words and sharper knocking sounds on the door found their way into sensitive ears. Yu had been curled, half dozing at his Lord's feet when the racket began. His eyes slowly opened only to narrow in the direction of the sound; a low growl began deep in his chest and rumbled up through his throat much the way any dog would respond to an unwarranted, impatient 'guest'.

Slowly he uncoiled himself from the base of Creation's throne, looking to Him with an annoyed expression on his bestial face. "Company..." He pricked an ear towards the doorway again, "Female and impatient." Up on two legs instead of four, Yu would stalk to the door and open it with something of a snarl - unless his master called for him to heel. Of course, Xia Lu Ling would not turn anyone (that wasn't a Grigori) from His door...but he certainly could give them a little pause - maybe impatient wenches would learn to be a little less...abrasive, coming face-to-face with a Monster.

((DOGGIE: BARK BARK BARK BARK))

A little white. Irritation throbbed in the back of his mind, low and seething, but he bit his tongue even as the woman began to climb the stairs again.

”My host’s name is Laurence—“ The dragon continued patiently until her heels smacked into the door, marring the beautiful surface. There was no hope of even pretending he could calm Laurence now, and the priest would turn to, as gently as he could, push En into James’ arms before he stalked forward, not about to grab the woman, but definitely crossing the lines of personal space.

“You have hands, knock with them.” He told her frankly, not about to stand for desecration. “Keep it up, and—“ And whatever he’d been about to say would never be known, as the door opened. God wasn’t there, probably his polar opposite, really, and Laurence found himself craning his neck back to meet the multiple eyes of a horned, fanged beast that certainly met the description of a demon.

He sensed nothing but threw his arm out anyway, not caring if he caught Hjava in the gut, just wanting to get the woman behind him even as he stepped forward to face the beast, openly bristling. One swipe of those hands would probably knock the wind out of him, but if he could get a prayer off, boost his strength and speed—There was really no time for words as he started to react, ignoring the words of Shuo echoing through his mind.

Laurence, he's not an enemy--!

"I also have other body parts I know how to use. Can you say the same?"

But the door was open and the biggest furry in the universe was on the other side. It didn't actually look like a fur-suit. It made noises like the real deal.
But then she was getting ushered around like a damsel and really she wanted to kick the guy in the nuts for discourtesy. It'd be easy enough, from behind.

But if you had something snarling at you, it was usually better to be the guy in back then the dope in front.

"Is the Lord in, Handsome?" She mosh-yelled it over Sho's shoulder.

James' eyebrows shot up a bit as the female began to kick the magnificent work on the door. Now, there was absolutely no necessity for such a stunt in his mind. He didn't know how she treated her things where she was from, but she was just asking for trouble. When Laurence handed the pooka off to him, the brunette didn't spare a word of disapproval though he knew completely well what the man was going to do. His arms delicately pulled En to his chest, and while he wasn't as warm as Laurence he at least made an attempt to pet his fingers along the crest of her brow.

And then the doors opened, filled not with the face of beauty that he had come to find typical in this realm. It was a monstrosity. Though it was symmetrical, it was beastly and not at all what any of them had likely been expecting. The punkish girl had, indeed, summoned the Big Bad Wolf to the doorstep. James bristled automatically in defense as well, keeping Enekpe in one arm while his other moved for the stungun in his bag. But then, Laurence was throwing himself in, and the gaudy girl back. What did he think he was doing?

And the girl was shouting at the thing, prompting it to come along. James, who was behind her like any sensible beast that thought their hide worth keeping, gave her a stage-whisper. "It might be prudent to ask yourself if you're willing to take on the door-man to see him." He was about two seconds from running himself. But what about Laurence? And Shuo? If the thing seemed rabid, he'd have to do what he could.

..whuuuh. Suddenly, there was a really big, really ugly thing with lots of eyes at the door, and the next thing she knew, she was getting passed around! En tucked her face in James' arm, trusting that, somehow or another, she'd be protected. She hadn't gotten this far just to be eaten!

I don't think there's anything to be afraid of.

He'd felt marginally better about the whole catastrophe after a good night's sleep, and had seized the opportunity before it had the chance to slip through his fingers. It wasn't confidence that drove him, per say, but a grim sense of purpose of finally seeing this thing through to the end.

James had been first on the priority, and though it had taken some time, he'd tracked down the scrawny, bookish man, and however gruff his apology might have been, there was no doubting its sincerity. He hadn't meant to screw James out of his opportunity to meet with God, and after informing the other that he was off to attempt to meet him once more, well. James had been quick to come along.

Poor b*****d probably didn't have much else to do with his time besides ogling partially reborn deities.

The gardens. There was a wistfulness to the dragon's tone that made Laurence feel like he wasn't exactly paying attention, instead trying to remember something that would perpetually slip out of his grasp. I remember... No. Start in the gardens this time. Shuo corrected himself almost sternly, biting off his last sentence as though to enforce its decisiveness. An amber eye rolled to fix upon the seemingly meek man who they'd collected on their way over.

There was no retreating this time. It would be easier, perhaps, with just one other

"...I need to say a few things to Him, first." Laurence was almost docile with his words this time, distant as he focused on the task at hand. "I'd prefer if you'd let me, but." But the man had his own questions too, and had no reason to wait. Irritably, his fingers rubbed at his temples for a moment, and Laurence took a left into the lush gardens. "Shuo'll introduce you."

His eyes were peeled for any sign of the rainbow-hued deity, and that sensation of blissful calm was something he ached for. Running away once had shamed him to the core; this time, he intended to confess his sins and beg for forgiveness even if it killed him. What was the worst that could happen?

...Well, Laurence didn't exactly want to think about that.

The meeting had been far more brief than he would have willed it, but in the face of Harmodius, alone, James had quelled. He was sorry for it afterward, especially since his original company had left him by himself after only a curt word preceding his disappearance. Made to adapt and take a situation in stride, James had retired to his shared quarters with Arden to record his observations. Perhaps, in time, he would work up the gall to make his way inside once more. Creation was timeless.

Happily, he had bumped into Laurence the very next day during his morning round of the Pantheon. An apology was more than he honestly expected from the baleful young man, and truly it was not very necessary, but he took it in bemused silence. It was well enough that the other wished to make a second effort at gaining an audience with the lord of the land; just the excuse James was looking for. As they walked along, though, the Esarian could not help but wonder just what had happened the last time. Laurence had been upset, no, distraught, and the fear (whatever that may be) had driven him far from the sight of the Creator. For a man of Faith, it didn't seem to make sense to James. Well, alright, there was one theory. Shame was a curious concept, right along with sin. Sensing judgement and the hand of an angry god seemed the only answer that would fit, in his mind, to make someone flee so. Someone simply in awe, or someone considering themselves not worthy would justify more surrender than flight.

Laurence, or perhaps Shuo (he had to be methodical, for all he did like the Dragon King), had done something very, very bad.

"Certainly," Was all he said in response to the request of sorts. James did not have the penchant to be impatient, and aside from that it seemed to him as if Laurence needed this. While he wished to inquire many things, he wisely kept his mouth shut. It wasn't his business to ask anything of Laurence. Except, well, it was technically his business. Chances were that everything would be revealed soon, though, so he simply walked beside the man like they'd been friends for years, eyes continually roaming behind the facade of his glasses.

Creation lay at ease, for all appearances anyway, a perfected form languidly stretched out on his back with one white limb curving up over his head on a fan of shifting chroma hair, one knee bent and raised. A few creatures cavorted around him, chattering endless nonsense down at their lord, or busily arranging and straightening out the fan of his hair on the hillock where he lay.

Harmodius, untroubled by either activity, let them do as the please. His eyes looked up at the empty dark.

The silence was appreciated, though Laurence couldn't help but feel as though he'd frightened James into keeping his tongue permanently glued to his mouth. Though Shuo said not a word, he could almost sense the dragon's 'I told you so' just waiting to burst out. Thankfully, a distraction arrived in the shape of a pale, sprawled figure, and the priest nearly tripped over his feet. A hand instinctively flung itself upward, perhaps to stop James, but it dropped as soon as he realized what he was doing.

He looked quite at peace, and practically had a circus of animals fawning over him for one reason or another. Laurence was half tempted to turn around right then and there, but he only gritted his teeth and began a cautious, but determined approach.

"...Lord Harmodius?" At least it wasn't a croak, but he sounded hoarser than he wanted. "...D... D'you have a minute?"

The alien recognized the sound of bestial chatter before he realized the presence of a deity. Laurence's forearm connected with the smaller man's chest, but it was a small bump, a gesture that awarded him nothing more than a curious glance. James' lips twitched at their corners, as if amused. Just what did Laurence think he was planning to do? Indeed, if Harmodius were the all-knowing god that his associate believed him to be, how could it be possible for the two of them to disturb him? Perhaps Laurence just didn't trust James to keep his promise and let him have the first word.

When the priest's arm disappeared, the brunette ignored it. He stayed right where he was, and was content to be there - if it put his acquaintance more at ease, he saw no problem with doing so. Despite the low lights in the barren sky, his perception of the situation was adequate enough.

Ahead, the alabaster god sprawled at ease among the flora and did not seem to mind the local fauna that played within the prism of his mane. If nothing else, James could at least concede that Creation was aesthetically pleasing. Not quite like Laurence, who threw off symmetry with his tension. It was easy to perceive how nervous the Dragon's host was, and James had to wonder if this was part of that secret he knew Laurence was keeping or simply the correct response for mortals in the presence of the Maker. Should he comfort the other? Should he, too, quake before the lounging god? Within a moment he decided that neither would be effectual. Standing back, staying still, that was his job for the moment. Observe.

He quietly distracted himself by working on cataloguing the critters at play around Harmodius. The image capturing device in his bag was all to tempting, but even James could sense it might not be appropriate to use flash photography when meeting God.

His eyes slid from emptiness to nearer plane, and to the less critter-like visitors, staying a moment in silent appraisal.

"Yes, I do. I have many. Though I'm certain that whatever the case is, it will take more then one. It should be no trouble unless you are in a hurry, in which case I could move us to a place with longer years and therefore more minutes then this planet's days afford?"


He had seen these two before together, much the same way. Were they good friends? It would be fine news to hear of the Mediator finally being societal enough to make acquaintances. Or friends? One never knew what a dragon may see fit to collect, or call a hoard. They were wonderful, eclectic beasts. Ah, but this was the Priest still, was it not? The mortal frame that housed dragon instead of demon, as may be the otherwise expectation of a Hunter.

A place with longer--Laurence mentally shook himself to keep from staring openly at the seemingly casual statement, and he could hear Shuo rumbling with amusement underneath his thoughts. "No, I'm not in a hurry, but thank you."

The man hesitated for a moment, and the dragon in question was rattling about eagerly. If only he had his own body! He would not have hesitated to coil at His feet, ever loyal and adoring. The priest's oddly colored eyes swept back for a moment, scrutinizing James as though to make sure he wasn't overheard before he slowly sank to his knees.

"...First and foremost, I'm here to ask for Your forgiveness." He spoke lowly, head bowed and eyes fixed on the ground. "...I have sinned. I was too weak to properly protect myself... and people died because of it." Laurence's tone was flat, and his face was expressionless. If I may. It was a gentle request, and the priest wordlessly relinquished control.

""My Lord," The dragon nearly purred, "It has been so long. Laurence has agreed to become my host in hopes of better serving You. And the mortal, James..." Clearly Shuo had no intention of leaving the young man out, regardless of Laurence's previous intentions. "He has come in search to learn more about the gods of old. Who better to introduce him to than You, my Lord?"

Laurence couldn't argue with that, and stayed quiet for now.

"Laurence's generosity is blessed/ That he find fit to bring glory and shine of scales forth again of his own flesh is marvel and immortality of praise. Of ease can be bought him of my doing, I gladly offer with both hands what could be asked."

The Eldest listened, nodded, "'James'? Well enough then, and gladly I would audience with those curious. You need not fear proximity, James, and may come close as your found friend. You may call me Harmodius, or a name of your own people should it yet be preserved of lore. "

"These about me are of no ill will to you, and so harmless. Please." He offered a hand, palm up in peace, gesture that they should join him as they were willing.

Whether or not Laurence wanted it, James could hear the transpiring conversation. What he had of manners didn't stop him from absorbing the information presented and begin to synthesize it. So the priest was responsible for many deaths? Too weak to protect himself? It was a conundrum, but not one he dwelled on for long as his name inserted itself into the easy words of the Dragon King, to which he may have unconsciously straightened.

When Harmodius hailed him, the eyes he turned to the god were bright and curious. It was apparent enough that his hanging back was not for hesitancy or fear, but courtesy. Even as he made to step forward, his gaze quickly passed to Laurence and Shuo, making sure they were alright with the trade of attention. But unlike Laurence, James had no desire to be private about what he was about to say next. They were welcome to stay.

"Harmodius it is, sir. If you are what I've heard, an amalgamation of all creation gods, then I can think of a few monikers. However, I'm not inclined to any which one - my planet doesn't subscribe to the worship of deific figures. Up until now, we had no proof of an omnipotent god-figure." And still, James did not add, they did not. May not ever, if all of Esare was destroyed in the Gehenna. "At least, not ones which could be tested and measured against more than an interplanetary definition. I'm rambling, though.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Harmodius. As Shuo says, I'd be interested in exploring and recording this planet's features and inhabitants, particularly your pantheon, because it seems like --correct me if I'm wrong-- it is largely what the world functions around."

Yes, he was chatty, and though his words were almost clinical, his delivery was actually very amiable. Something about Harmodius (likely James' decision that he would probably know anyway) had made him sincere, and it was refreshing.

"Anyone who calls themselves a researcher would be squandering their time if they didn't recognize the amount of knowledge that could be gained here. And to be honest with you, sir, I am not sure that there's anything left for me to do with myself."

If Esare was gone and there was no traveling there, there would be no one to report to, no reason to garner up the research aside from the simple desire to know. His lips smiled at Creation, but inwardly, he was worried, and he was... tired. The mere thought of having nothing else to do with his life would make him feel very listless indeed, should he dare to dwell on it. Right now, he didn't allow it. He was supposedly standing before Creation himself, something no perfect Esarian had ever done. This was a triumph.

Emotion flickered for a moment across Laurence's face. Was it really all so easy? What had he been hoping for--punishment? He'd inflicted enough on himself, as was Shuo's opinion, but somehow, he hardly felt relieved. There would be time to dwell and brood later. The priest held himself stiffly as He spoke to James next, and held his tongue.

He would not be selfish now. He had allowed his emotions to run rampant in the past, but he would not deny James this chance to speak to God and perhaps learn a little about the religion he did not believe in.

The Dragon King listened with open amusement to the man and his charming enthusiasm, once again enamored with the charisma that James so openly wielded. A splendid subject, truly. True, he clashed with types that did not see the world with such optimism as he, but if he merely tempered his approach--why, Shuo could see the mousy man as a wonderful speaker.

"'If your aim then be learning, you should know that as you stand here you are no longer standing on a single planet, then. The world most easily accessible from the grounds of the Pantheon no more is made to the support of the Pantheon then any other. This place exists on all worlds, the doors were merely tethered more tightly to one specific planet long ago. I dwelt upon it long, in guise of mortal flesh, and true mortals found it easier to understand spatially in that manner."

"All worlds are leaves of Yggdrasil, the alter-body of Gaia the All-Mother. She is all Terra. If you wished to reach Esare, it would be through her passages, or with one of the older gods taking you there through use of the Doors. "

"The Keeper of Knowledge, Gianfar, is sadly missing, else he would have made you a fine companion for research and tutelage. As it is, his Library of Ages is being rebuilt by an effort of some who dwell here after the horrors of my other aspect. Still, what questions you will have of me I will gladly answer, or should you require....some proof for your research? I do not know how to prove what I am, for...I Am. And as so all have experienced so recently in the decay of my aspects to the older Origin and Gehenna, as once I was called. But you are welcome to suggest."

He paused a moment, seemingly distracted, and his attention wrested to Laurence again,
"You contemplate guilt and punishment, fair scale, but to what end?"

"For Mang....Aristogeiton's death and the failing of the Amulet of Consort were long ago and never solved. What fault there may have been fails against looming wonder....what did happen? I have not learned it, and expect no inquisition upon you for them. There is no anger in me for this. Your confusion and desperation to save him as much as my own spoke of your innocence. Only you hold trial, jury and judgment upon your past. "

"For Laurence..what guilt do you seek anger in me for? Punishment? Penance? For the murder of kin according with the beings you swore to purge? Forgiveness is extended in my palm. You already sacrifice all that you are to a worthy purpose, far more finite than word of oath. This to be glory and punishment both, and more. Can you not, will you not, see forgiveness for yourself by yourself?"

The small man's head canted at the first statement, forgetting so much as a knit of brows to make it clear he was thinking. This was not a concept he found unfamiliar, but it had never been what he and his found quantifiable. It didn't make Harmodius' statement less true, it just meant the means for exploring it were untouched by the technology the Tzech knew. That seemed hardly possible, but James certainly couldn't correct the god of Creation, could he?

"The tree Yggdrasil is an Earthling's old myth... I assume you're speaking literally when you say a body and leaves?" He hadn't said anything about Esare. To hear it on the other's lips made him focus again. There was a small quirk of lips to the mention of a return. "Perhaps, then. It is a knowledge that would shake our foundation, I'm certain."

If they would hear it. James was also fairly certain he had been sent to die on this planet.

"It would have, at the very least, made traveling more of a convenience." He huffed a soft laugh.

He agreed that Gianfar, Knowledge, was definitely an entity he would have been ecstatic to meet, and it was too bad he had disappeared. That would have been too lucky, wouldn't it? The Library of Ages, though... He would have to ask if he could have some sort of access to that.

When Shuo and Laurence were addressed, he fell silent, quietly watching the one body that housed them both sidelong. The message seemed to be the same for them both, ultimately. A glory and a punishment ... He wondered if Arden would be in agreement with such a term. Then again, his savior had not seemed so fortunate regarding his own bearing. Had it been Shuo, James was inclined to think the soldier might see things a little differently. At least a little.

A beat more, waiting for Laurence's reaction, before the Esarian returned his attention to Harmodius.

"Creation gods vary in lore and involvement, but core module doesn't. Whether they created things by ash, by fire, or humoral fluid, they produced life from nothing or inanimate objects. If I could see you make something of your own devising, that'd surely be enough for me."

There might have been a twinkle in those green eyes, perhaps a little hopeful.

The Pantheon existed everywhere else? That was a concept he had to struggle to take in--but then again, was it really so different from Heaven? The only difference was that this place rested on the mortal plane. The priest was rapt with attention as He explained how, impossibly, James could somehow reach his-- wait.

James... wasn't from Earth? Laurence twisted himself around to stare at the other, his gaze burning both question and accusation into his seemingly human flesh. They would have words, later. It all made sense now--his nosiness, his impossible naivety. He didn't like surprises, and this was one that was unexpected.

He could feel Shuo's concern at the mention of this Gianfar's absence, but the prospect of so much intellectual wealth open for all to plunder was also of great interest to the dragon. It felt almost greedy, but when pushed about it, Shuo immediately withdrew his thoughts as though ashamed.

When he was addressed unexpectedly, the man dipped his head, a mixture of embarrassment and respect once more. For a moment the pair was quiet, each wresting with their emotions in search of an answer worthy of His hearing. The silver-tongued Shuo was the first to gather his wits, and the priest soundlessly lent him his voice.

"I could not bring him back to You, my Lord. He was what You needed, and I failed--not only there, but with my first host, and I cost him his life," The deep, smooth voice was tempered with sorrow. "But no more. For You, I will focus on the future, and what this union will provide You once we are One."

Laurence was painfully aware of James' presence, but would not meet the man's eyes. "That's because You are kind. Too kind, but I expected nothing less." No, he hadn't been disappointed in the least--only satisfied. "...I'm afraid that by forgiving myself, I'll forget them, and what they gave their lives for." And did that make him weak?

He crossed the small distance and set a heavy hand to the dragon's shoulder.
"'What weakness is there in beautiful Mourning? In Human condition? Your only wrong is that time has come to turn pages, chapters of life over and new one beginning, and you delay...staying to earlier pages and refusing to turn to the new. What forgetting is there in world where walks Lament and Grief? The soft heart of Mother Gaea, who has borne all in turn? Or my own, where the start and end of every Fate resides?"

"Of hosts, the fault cannot be yours. Did thine own will prevail your scales to fall from your form afar, your power and life leeched invisible, and throat twisted to screams as I held each of you in turn? Nay. It is my own eagerness, having found some semblance of the frame, that doomed those poor souls to shore up what was a candle set to flame only half-formed from the hot wax...still bending and incomplete. You do not wear their badges...these unlucky fates. But theirs is lamentable, and your empathy is commendable. See it commemorated some day in your strength. "


Lifting his hand, he looked back to the scholar. Ash, fire, or humoral fluid? Interesting requirements, though unnecessary unless part of some desired design. He stretched out one hand, for the first, the palm turning black and cracks like lava running up the flesh to sear the perfect white "Then two in one, let ash that gather here be the body. Rise, Salamander, and speak in tongues of smoke. Your belly will be embers, and you will consume ....plants....to fuel your fire. A hard thing, so rare a meal excepting nearby, but there is only one of you. "

The serpent uncoiled, living, and made its way as a beast disturbed by so many predatory, looming shapes, away from the group. Harmodius' hand restructured itself again to white.
"Humoral...fluid...? That was your next mentioning. Should you like such a demonstration as that as well, and then one without any sacrifice? Or will the single suffice?"

James watched the way Creation made across to his dragon, and the kindness that he bestowed upon the mortal host and the god did not go unnoticed. The words of the consolation were strange and lyrical, but it moved a part of the Esarian in a manner that would have been shameful. Passion, or for that matter, compassion was so foreign a thing to be seen that the inch of him that felt was feeling rather helpless in the wake of it. Luckily, he was only the observer. He was definitely beginning to see why others were so quick and eager to be near him, to serve and protect him. The charisma was definitely there.

Then Harmodius turned to him and blackened his own palm, using words to call forth a new and craggy life. He named it and told it what it would eat, and then it scampered away into the wilderness. Needless to say, James was a bit awestruck. His eyes watched its fiery form wheedle through the weeds with open intensity. He had no doubt it was just as its Maker had said.

All he could give the deity for a minute was a bright-eyed, wry grin behind his glasses. His head of curls shook with the question, though.

"I only meant them as a handful of examples. In the Earthling's Judaism and Christianity, the god of creation makes the first man from the soil -or ash- of Earth. On the world Peledra, the ruling beings believe their god forged them in the fire of the volcano, and that all lower creatures arose from their ash. Indeed, I have seen a world at war on debate of whether their god made them from his spit or his semen. There are tales as numerous as the stars... or, I suppose the better metaphor now would be grains of sand. It would be good for me to know the truth of creation, but I think it is clear that you may synthesize from whatever material you wish.

I've seen Your power with my own eyes. The Scientific Method would require I ask more trials of You, but I am satisfied. How magnificent You are! And wonderful for indulging me. I would not ask more of Your time on the matter, but surely would not object to anything further."

He glanced over at Laurence - was that not spectacular?

The weight reminded the man of the burden he had accepted when Shuo had finally spoken to him, and his shoulders slumped as though the memory had managed to relieve him just a little. He could not deny the truth of His words, though his teeth gritted themselves quietly. Much as he didn't like it, it was a natural process--and if he didn't take care of it soon, he might lose the chance entirely, if Shuo were to take over before he could come to terms with himself, and what had transpired after his possession. "They'll be remembered," He finally muttered under his breath, more of an assent to himself than anything. "...Thank you, Lord."

"No, they will not be forgotten. Nor will you," The dragon added firmly, having seized hold of His words with his teeth and using them to serve his own purposes. "That may very well be, my Lord, but even so, I will redouble my efforts. I will remember them all, and they will be honored. This, I promise." The once-skilled liar meant every word, and his promises were not ones to be broken. For Shuo Huang Zhe, even now, a promise was not to be given unless he fully intended to keep it. It was a trust that he would never betray.

Though his mind was uneasy, the priest had much to think about. All he'd been doing these past few weeks was moping, and the thought was enough to make his lip curl with disgust. No longer. Still, before he could brood for too long, the murmurings of God and the way His hand suddenly began to char was enough to make him recoil with shock. A salamander... There was a smug sort of satisfaction that was shared by both dragon and man, though it was Laurence who was looking at James as though to savor his reactions. He could not doubt, now. Shuo was content to admire His work, as always, and likely would have crooned after the tiny creature if he were able.

"Don't tire Yourself too much." The baritone rumble was slightly anxious, unwilling to watch Him tire Himself while he could do nothing to offer aid. Fortunately, James understood, though the dragon had not been concerned that he might push Harmodius--it was simply his nature to protect Him and coil at his feet.

When James' eyes met his own, the priest's expression softened slightly, and he and the smaller man likely shared a moment of understanding. So long as James knew, now. Of course, their earlier, less-than-flattering argument might have been avoided if the man had told him he wasn't even from the goddamn Earth to begin with.

Creation smiled at reactions and words altogether. "'More then one accord is met, then, and I am glad of it. Though oaths be dangerous to take in company."

"So having repaired ourselves, how can I offer you further service? Having a proven creature that can enact spontaneous generation of matter, or destroy it, what more? Your race compiled great scientific learning, needing little anymore of the older gods for comfort or survival, finding myriad more limited gods to offer devotion to. Great learning asks more specific, if sometimes less questions....mulling answers more over than more primitive societies. "

"There are gods, they live and are reborn here, in this confluence. They can travel anywhere, when they have regained sufficient strength. They are ageless, failing only to powers great as themselves...and even then it is a conscious Death: painful dissolution of the highest mana into all the threads of what Is. Is there more that your mission requires? And if not, what then shall you seek?"

Delighted by their shared moment, James' task was primarily not to look too happy while Laurence and Shuo tied up their more grave subject. He might have offered his own reassurance, but he remembered that he was trying to be respectful by not getting involved. It didn't stop him, however, from giving the priest a warm, if slight smile when he was directly looked at. He was aware that Harmodius was in a recovery period, but not knowing quite what that meant in terms of a god, he didn't know what sort of extent of energy he was requesting. As far as he knew, the creation of life was as simple as a breath. The best course of action was always to ask, not demand - he expected that the god knew he was allowed to deny a request, and that he, of all Things, should know his limitations.

Indeed, Creation seemed to be little phased by Shuo's request not to overexert Himself, so James didn't plan to dwell on it either. He may have stood a little taller at Harmodius' words, taking them as a compliment to his race. That Creation itself classified the Esarians as creatures of higher knowledge in what James presumed to be the respect of all worlds... Well, as estranged as he felt from his homeworld now, there was joy in such a confirmation, and pride for his origins despite the shortcomings he had come to perceive in them (and in himself). It also raised an interesting point - the Esarians coveted knowledge, then science over everything, and therefor worshiped a god they had neither known nor accredited. The Esarians did not adhere to religion, for none had ever found a true god to fit their standards. It was actually something of a joke among them, but also one of the most important concepts in prepping their young for their missions. If all the 'true' gods were here, though, recovering from the Fading... it made perfect sense why they had never been found. Until now. And it was happening to him.

"If what You say is true, then these ones You call 'gods' are indeed very powerful creatures. The definition, thus the standards, of calling someone a 'deity' by my race fit them in all respects except two:

First, that they may 'die' as an individual does not put them in line with the majority of recorded religious philosophy. The adherence to the concept death is a process by which we have defined mortals. However, You spoke of 'lesser' gods, a concept Esarians have not known other than to say they are less powerful than an omnipotent god. Should I create a subclass for Your gods, which allows death? A colleague here has informed me of the 'Fading' by which Your gods did perish of malnutrition regarding worship. If You will confirm for me, Your gods do not need to subsist on anything physical?

Secondly, a 'god' must have a following. I admit I have met and spoken with few of Your gods to confirm that they met this requirement, but the majority of samples were still host-bound and, thus, I presumed they were not yet fully capable of forming their adherents. I see this standard now as one that can be grown into as much as publicity and fame.

Only You have met all of the requirements, Harmodius. I have not heard of You dying, and I have observed Your following. I should stress that science is ever-fluctuating with discovery, and with exceptions come new rules by which we measure everything. What you tell me already challenges much of what we believe to be true of the universe, and in time I would seek to prove these things for myself if it is possible. I can record everything, but to construct a theory and make it law... you understand much more will have to pursue the matter in much greater detail. I must. Assuming space returns and provides my people transport again, this world shall not see another Esarian for a good millennium or more. Though, exceptions have been made - if my word and my evidence holds any gravity on my people now... I would expect a team to come as soon as possible. As it stands, I have nearly broken every Procedural Law, and to answer your question would shatter another..."

A faint smile at that, though the gesture did not reach his eyes.

"The Esarian mission is to observe everything a planet has to offer. One unit is assigned per planet or other formation, sometimes more depending on size of the astral body in question and its surroundings. Usually it is a planet. During the allotted time, the Esarian must conform itself to the system in place to cause no disturbance, and to keep our identity as classified as possible. Sometimes infiltration is necessary, if dealing with nomadic races. The goal is simple; the execution is the difficulty. We may not abort the mission early, nor may we return late unless a dire circumstance occurs. Once we return, we make the presentation of the planet to our people and those guests who have been allowed. Everything is then stored in the archive or our specimen district.

What that means is I am here for some time. My last mission was the planet Earth, and the time I was allowed there was the equivalent of thirteen years. I stayed seventeen.

Truth be told, I am not entirely certain as to what I will do. My circumstances are no longer quite what they were. I wish to explore this land, hopefully with the help of the craft I came in. It is broken for the moment. Other than that, I have no other option than to do that which I was made for, though Esare is..."

Esare was not a home to him. He didn't know how to say as much. James was treated much as he would have been if he were simply trading missions, but he felt as if he were no longer welcome on that planet, with its artificial culture and its clinical disposition; its overlords who honored very little. There was sorrow there, but it wasn't something he showed on his physical features, hands lifted and empty in a similar gesture to a shrug.

"I suppose I'll then begin working through the system I have, being sure to make an allowance for what changes may occur to this planet, since I assume it is... still 'under construction', if you will. I must confess, however, that I am sorely tempted to linger here, if I am welcome, and call the Pantheon my base of operation. Whatever Your gods may be... I find myself charmed by each of them in turn, mostly by simply seeing who they are." His eyes flickered over to Shuo and Laurence, "To that extent I wonder what would be the more noble cause. Lord Harmodius, I know I am weak and long-winded, but if you could see any part of me useful to Your Pantheon, I am diligent. You see more than I could ever hope to; I would value any guidance You have to offer me in this matter."

And now they were launching into a whole different level of conversation--one that Laurence valiantly attempted to keep up with at first before he subtly shook his head to himself and wisely gave up. There'd be time for him to be more blunt with James afterward, and turned his thoughts inward for now.

Even if he wasn't going to listen, the dragon was attentive as always, gathering up information almost thoughtfully processing just what it all meant. He wouldn't dare interrupt though, feeling his heart swell with pride that Creation and the enthusiastic little man seemed to be getting along so well. Perhaps there was a place for him yet--

--and, of course, the revelation that James chose to not return home, disobeying his superiors to remain on the planet Earth was something that fascinated Mang. Had James lost his way? Well, certainly a loss for the planet of Esare, and a momentous gain for them. The man was charismatic, delightfully so, and Shuo only wished that he was strong enough to trade stories with the younger on a more frequent basis. Ah, well, Laurence would have to serve as an interpreter.

The priest silently twitched at the mere thought.

Creation smiled at reactions and words altogether. "Great may be the cause of learning, the wisdom of its secrey and the mastery of the forethought not to pollute the experiment or the source. But what is it to ever be apart? To live in comfortable inaction, watching the cat eat the poisoned fish while extolling the horrors of chemical pollution? It breeds indifference, which is the sown seed against the orders of nature: stagnation and sapping of creativity and vigor from the mind. Inaction is safe, but it builds.....nothing."

"You speak as one who would build. Would you test this in yourself? My advice lays on this, if you would do the utmost for these cause and more. A great and costly experiment on one hand, like Victor Frankenstein to become the monster? Or would it be to act as the control group? Look at the stones gathered, and see if one calls you. See if you may be a Builder, not just observer... "

"Even if this advice be not amenable, I would gladly open the doors of our home, welcome you to stay here at this Pantheon and be among us. Learn and help others learn. "

"Happy is he who has the pure truth in him. He will regret no sacrifice that keeps it," Came the reply, a quirk of lip that was almost sly, "I trod heaven in my thoughts, now exulting in my powers, now burning with the idea of their effects. From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition."

The expression faded slightly to bemusement as he realized what Harmodius truly meant by 'Builder', just as well as he realized those 'stones' may actually be literal. "You wish for me to be host to one of Your gods?" He hesitated, not wanting to suggest anything toward himself but asking for a clarification. Thinking on it, James corrected himself to say that Harmodius wasn't offering, but suggesting a possibility. Wouldn't Creation know if he was suited to the task? Was Harmodius not the one to decide who was allowed to nurse his own?

"I see no harm in reviewing potentials," But his voice did so suggest the barest of tension, "If nothing else, seeing your collection would be beneficial to my study."

James as a potential host? Laurence wasn't sure how he felt about that--but what would the harm be? If the man wanted to devote his life to something more noble than himself, then the priest could only respect his decision, and, grudgingly, admit that he found it admirable.

But you still would be bothered by the notion. You do not feel as though he has any reason to repent. The dragon noted, and the priest tried not to sigh. Having his own head-space was something he missed. Yes. He'll die if he does this, right?

That depends on the god, but yes, that is a possibility.

"Before I forget, my Lord--" Laurence interjected hastily, unsure if they were going to leave to conduct the choosing somewhere more private. "...The Night Elf, Illisia, graciously offered me her quarters as a place to stay, but I was wondering if I could beg You to provide Mang and I a place of our own to reside."

James as a potential host? Laurence wasn't sure how he felt about that--but what would the harm be? If the man wanted to devote his life to something more noble than himself, then the priest could only respect his decision, and, grudgingly, admit that he found it admirable.

But you still would be bothered by the notion. You do not feel as though he has any reason to repent. The dragon noted, and the priest tried not to sigh. Having his own head-space was something he missed. Yes. He'll die if he does this, right?

That depends on the god, but yes, that is a possibility.

"Before I forget, my Lord--" Laurence interjected hastily, unsure if they were going to leave to conduct the choosing somewhere more private. "...The Night Elf, Illisia, graciously offered me her quarters as a place to stay, but I was wondering if I could beg You to provide Mang and I a place of our own to reside."

He slowly moved his hand through the air in an arc before himself, a series of jewels materializing there, suspended in the air as though in water. They threw out the light from the Eldest as living stars would. "Here are those that have been gathered, and one among them may call to you. If it is not so, then it is not so. If it is so, it remains your choice, but you will feel the weight of the decision."

"Illisia is a generous woman, indeed. Seek the door that of banner sigils and layered shields bearing the coats of arms of noble houses, shifting as do fortunes of politics and dragon's own scales. This is yours to form as you wish. "

James did not gawk or gape when the gems manifested before their maker, but he did seem to admire the collection. With permission, he was unafraid to wander freely among their suspended forms, only minding his step to keep from disturbing them. This was so simple a trick, yet it was instinct to hypothesize the forces which kept the stones aloft.

Truth be told, he wasn't expecting much of anything. When the voice filtered through his mind, he was in the process of removing his glasses.

there you are...

James, who folded his glasses and looked at the world unchanged and blinked.

it's been too long...

Sclera, pupil, and iris bled together into one smooth, emerald surface. Everything was different now. The stones were like pinpoints of light all around him, and the deity nearby a marble slab of hot and cold. His lips did part faintly, as he felt something distinctly not his creeping through his thoughts.

"Can they speak?" He ventured aloud, wondering if anyone else was aware of the cool, subtle trickle of sound.

but I am patient...

James continued to wade through the sea of stars, some brighter than others. He didn't know what he was looking for, if anything, until he found it. It was so simple.

I suppose it's better late than...

I do not recognize you. Came the bemused thought.

You wouldn't.

Smug? Exasperated? It was hard to tell when each word was a sigh.

The priest found himself gaping at the easy display of power, captivated by all of the different gem stones that threatened to blind him if he looked straight at them. The dragon, however, quivered within the man's soul at the sight of so many kin, an ache of longing filling him for a moment. There were so many still, so many that He had gathered and protected... would they ever find their hosts? Though the Gehenna had devastated the mortals so, they were a strong and hardy bunch. The worlds would recover with enough time. Creation would see to that.

"She is," Laurence murmured, bowing deeply for God's generosity. "Thank you, my Lord. I will." A coat of arms? Sigils and layered shields? Shuo had all but swelled at such a fitting domain for he and his host to reside, but before he could speak, James' question was enough to make him pause. Had he found something? Or was it idle curiosity that prompted him to ask?

It was impossible to say, but both host and Dragon King were watching in silence now. The anticipation in the air was a little stifling.

His expression was a dead neutral, betrayed only by the brilliance in the mismatch eyes, "They do, but to myself and prospective hosts alone ."

"Can you find which it is you hear?"