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 Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 1:02 am
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, rang this liiiiittle iddy bitty voice that spoke of responsibilities, of duties, of... plain old boring crap, really. It was why he was up flipping through the sky rather then dealing with all the things he probably should have been keeping his mind to.
Somethin' about the mortal world just made him feel no desire to be a responsible god. Sure, eventually he might. Y'know, crack down, go around and make sure nothing Level 4-ish was spreading around when it wasn't supposed to, or spread around the crap when it was supposed to be out and about. Which was rare, but did happen now and then.
But for now? For now, he was gliding through the open sky, trailing his tail through the clouds before diving down towards the ground below. It was a neighborhood, suburbs kind of. Not that he would call it that - all he cared about was there were homes here, peeking around now and then. No one of interest magically appeared, though he rather wished someone would.
Flying solo was interesting for only so long, after all.
His ears twitched as he spotted a garden ahead, a rather large one by the looks of it. A communal garden, really, maintained by the people of the neighborhood. Such a concept was lost on the god however, wings straining as he slowly lowered himself gracefully to the ground. Vegetables, flowers, fruits, random trees and bushes - he was rather shocked by the variety grown here. Such a cute lil' place~
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Posted: Tue Jun 01, 2010 4:39 pm
 Yes, it was finally starting to look better! It was amazing what a bit of hard work would do, Sproutling reflected as he sat back and admired the garden. A little community garden tucked in the suburbs, where people could come together to improve the world! He could burst, he was so proud of mortals! Of course, there were a few touches that needed doing--replace the chainlink fence with a picket one, plant some more vegetables and fewer flowers...
He set down the shovel, leaning it against the shed in the corner and spread his wings happily. The little God of Salads had been spending the last two days here, and he was certain it was just about time for him to--oh no! With a snarl, he sprang toward the side of the shed, where a bag of rat poison had spilled its contents onto the ground. How inconsiderate of people! Rat poison, in a nice garden like this?! This could cause untold damage to the local wildlife! True, he wasn't much of a one for wildlife, but his cousin would certainly be irritated...
He was so distracted by cleaning up the mess someone had left that he didn't sense a fellow deity's approach, not realizing he was there until he felt the wind from the sweep of his wings. Sproutling whirled around and, with an arrogance shared by gods, environmentalists, and young children alike, snapped, "Who are you?!"
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