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Porphyrios was walking out of the shrine, after making his bid to the god to join him, when he spotted a library. The bi-color haired pockettu was always looking to expand his knowledge, especially that of poisons. He wasn't going to pass up the opportunity of exploring what the God of Darkness himself had on the subject. Porphyrios walked into the library and headed the the section where most libraries keep books on poisons. He spotted a girl in the section as well, but didn't pay her much mind, looking through the titles that were in the section. He was focused on his task and didn't much care who else was there, regardless of his/her status. All that mattered was finding something new he could experiment with.

Porphyrios found an empty table near by and sat down at it. He started going through the book he grabbed that looked promising. He pulled out a notebook to make notes on anything he found interesting or to investigate further. He gave a small sigh of annoyance when someone sat down at his table. It was a library for any followers of Antar to use, so anyone could sit down at the table. There weren't any rules against it, but it still bugged him. He repressed the urge to groan when the girl commented on the book he was looking through. It was a more advanced book, involving poisons that are impossible, or near impossible to detect after death. He was looking into utilizing it for weapons and possibly seeing if they can be combined with others to use for interrogations. Or if he could manipulate the effects of the poisons depending on concentrations, administration, and combinations. He looked up at her and noticed she was one of Antarmurr'ss daughters. Porphyrios took a deep breath, so that he wouldn't end up insulting her too badly (as he had been told he had a habit of), and nodded. "Maybe you should try harder and not just look at poisons because they are 'neat'." He was used to others just wanting to know how to use them for coating weapons or hurting another in the most basic of ways. They weren't really interesting in what poisons could really do, if used in different ways. It annoyed him and it has become habit to just assume whoever was asking or seemed interested were only in it for a quick fix to something. And that wouldn't change for anyone, not even his god's daughter. She's probably just like the rest of them, just with more influence. He didn't see why she would be any different than anyone else who learned of his fondness for this subject or why he should treat her all that different.

Porphyrios raised an eyebrow at the girl's reaction. He wasn't expecting such an outburst, but it's nothing he hasn't had before. "I was not making a mockery of you." He said in his normal voice. There was no point in yelling or being argumentative when others get this way. Why waste the energy? "If you do, in fact, have a fascination with poisons like I do, then you will understand why I reacted the way I did. You would know the kinds of pockettu who will come to discuss them that only show enough interest until they find out what they want. They have no true interest in the topic. I have no patience or desire to give such pockettu any of my intention or knowledge of the subject," He explained. "What reason or evidence did I have to believe that you were any different than those pockettu?" Porphyrios honestly didn't care if she went to her father about this. It was how he was and he wasn't going to treat anyone any different until given a good reason to. Just being the daughter of a god does not qualify as a good reason for him to treat her as if she were different.

"I was not mocking you. I was implying that you had neither the desire nor the intent to actually learn more." He held his ground. He would not let this girl bully him or make him feel guilty about what he had done. "You are not the first to make such comments or actions to get me to help them. I have learned to not take another's apparent interest at face value." Porphyrios shrugged at the conversational skills comment. "My lack of conversation skills are because I do not see the point in partaking in mindless chatter. It is a waste of time and energy. And I don't have the tolerance for the ignorance that most possess." He wasn't too bothered by her invading his space. He knew it was an intimidation factor. The purple and black haired pockettu just sat there, with an unbothered look on his face. It was almost sad that he was used to this behavior and reactions of others.

It wasn't that Porphyrios wasn't listening to the girl, he was just explaining his position and reasoning behind his actions. He understood that she was actually interested in the subject, and was not just using him for some petty means, but that was not what was being discussed at the moment. If it was, he would have been willing to help her learn more, as her actions has proven to him that her intentions were pure. No one gets that upset and insulted about a subject unless they really enjoy it. The others just walked away in a huff when he called them out on their lack of true interest or got enraged at the fact that he would not help them. But never had one been insulted by his lack of faith in their interest in the subject before. This is why he believed her intentions to be true. Ah, well. She is walking away now, so there is no point in further acknowledging or speaking with her.

Porphyrios shook his head and went back to his book. He had things to do and learn. He had wasted enough time and breath on the girl that had tried to join him. It was rarely a good idea to approach him when he's...well anytime really. He was not a social pockettu. If he cared more, he would try to change, but he doesn't. Which is why he let the other go, even though she was the first pockettu he's met that showed actual interest in poisons. C'est la vie.

Antarmur'ss laid like the dead within his chamber. Unaware of the goings on outside his inner sanctum. He slept deeply and showed no signs of being disturbed when his daughter entered. The doors opened only to her, or any of his bloodline or harem. Any others would not have been able to budge the large decorative obsidian doors. When Akor would crawl herself up against the Dark Gods side, there was no movement from him. As Akor would rest against his chest, his tail moved. A slight shift of the large thing to cause it to curl across his body so the furred tip could rest across Akor as well. The black tentacles curled like a hand over her back, though Antarmur'ss did not stir from his slumber during the time.