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 Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 6:21 pm
Writ's question caught the young godling mid-stuffing-his-mouth-with-chicken. By the time Celia was done divulging her ever so useful information, Diogenes had just barely managed to swallow his food. Again. He would have to take some lessons from the girl godling. What could he possibly tell Writ? He would feel terrible if he didn't give Writ something in exchange for all the help he had given them. Finally, he got one.
"I," Diogenes said ever so proudly, "am nine! And, I've been a godling my whole life!" Cernunnos had told him once that many gods didn't find their godlings until they were his age, or older. So it was something he felt rather proud of.
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 7:15 pm
Writ wasn't expecting much, he just didn't realize how little he was getting for his effort. Well, the trust of two godlings seemed to be enough of a reward, he supposed. Nonetheless, he acted like this was all according to plan.
"Don't worry bout' it." He said to Celia, "Just seek me out if you got something, okay?"
"Nine, huh?" Writ smiled at Dio, "That's pretty impressive. Didn't start this game till I was eleven."
The waitress handed Writ the bill. His eyes widened. The price on the bill was way more than the money in his pocket. Well, this was a fine predicament. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, and lowered his head.
"Uh, I think we're gonna have to make a dine and dash kids."Writ whispered, "At the count of three, we're gonna walk out the door, fast."
"One... Two.... Three!" Writ launched off his stool and strode out the door, hopefully the kids would follow.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 1:15 am
"Nine. Well, you're younger than me!" Zyanya said with a nod of her head. That seemed fair enough. Sure, there had been more information given by Writ but honestly, one didn't play a game one could lose their life at...fairly. Right?
You catch on fast, conetl. Chalchiuhtlicue complimented, seeming rather impressed. She'd known that Zyanya was shrewed, like to ask questions - but she hadn't figured she'd be one to figure out a strategy so quickly. She was impressed. Surely her husband's godling couldn't be half as wonderful.
I have to if I don't want to die. If I want to show Rafael that I am not a loser. Oddly enough, for Zy, that was more important than her ultimate survival. Silly child.
"W-wait. What?!" she cried as Writ informed them that they were going to leave without paying. "Dios, you can't do that!" Her voice was a loud whisper, but outraged at the idea. Unfortunately, Writ didn't wait for her protest to scoot out the door. What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?!
I suggest you run, conetl. Fast.
Giving a squeak, Zyanya pushed herself onto her feet and ran, not looking back. Oh, that poor boy - he had better hurry.
Better a lesson of survival now, child. the voice whispered soothingly.
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