[ There is a lacking in Set. Judgment withheld, no matter how awkward or contorted people seem to be; he does not dislike them, but neither has he felt much for them in countless years of existence. Bruno seems to come to some manner of decision, allowing himself a crack in the door, a quiet moment settled nearby. It is more of an allowance than he expects. ]
Why would I not believe you? I am new to attending to mortal life, but I am aware that there are those with such visions.
[ Prophets and prophetesses alike invoked the will of the gods. Aged women wielded the power of his sister, gifted to them by her grace. Poets spoke in the voice of Hathor at times, singing until they collapsed with exhaustion -- but happy, so happy, to have been a conduit for a moment. ]
I will not tell you that I am a god of the people. Jonas could do better, than Egypt's most evil of gods -- I am of war and disorder. The bad things you see, they are doubtlessly of make and my might. But, I promised him.
[ Lightly, he begins to emerge from the blanket. The ends of his hair still damp, his leonine body sleek and warmed by cloth and flame; it is miraculously dry, by the time he returns it to Bruno, weaving the layers across his lap to keep his own legs warm. His little home is so drafty, after all - and the deserts at night were inevitably frosty. ]
To be honest, I was demoted. [ Wryly said, his mouth twisting into a mean smile. ] However, the gods of Egypt do die. Differently than our humans, but we also die.
[ Right, someone calling themselves a god would certainly not find a gift of prophecy weird, huh? Everyone else, though... ]
I mean, not everything bad is going to be, uh, your doing. [ Right? Right? ] Otherwise, I guess that makes me your prophet, huh? Ha...
[ Awkward, that was an awkward laugh, absolutely trying to lighten up the entire admission of being Egypt's most evil of gods because, wow, what the heck? Evil? Look, Bruno had been leery of him but he wouldn't have called him evil? He's thoroughly thankful for the return of the blanket since it gives him something to pick at, fidget with, that isn't simply his own ruana. ]
Eh, I dunno, you can't be that evil if you care about other people that much, like with Jonas. Even... demoted. [ Also weird. Gods can get demoted? What about fired? Or was being fired just being dead? So many questions and yet he doesn't think he should ask them. ] Or. Or dead, since, I guess... if you say so, then...
[ Maybe it is true. It could be that Set is still some raving lunatic or maybe, just maybe, gods really could end up here. He had only the vaguest concept of those ancient pantheons from across the ocean and what rules they followed were a total mystery to him. Besides, looking at that guy? Especially next to him, who's short and scrawny and ultimately unimpressive? Sure, he could imagine that was what a god should actually look like. ]
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Why would I not believe you? I am new to attending to mortal life, but I am aware that there are those with such visions.
[ Prophets and prophetesses alike invoked the will of the gods. Aged women wielded the power of his sister, gifted to them by her grace. Poets spoke in the voice of Hathor at times, singing until they collapsed with exhaustion -- but happy, so happy, to have been a conduit for a moment. ]
I will not tell you that I am a god of the people. Jonas could do better, than Egypt's most evil of gods -- I am of war and disorder. The bad things you see, they are doubtlessly of make and my might. But, I promised him.
[ Lightly, he begins to emerge from the blanket. The ends of his hair still damp, his leonine body sleek and warmed by cloth and flame; it is miraculously dry, by the time he returns it to Bruno, weaving the layers across his lap to keep his own legs warm. His little home is so drafty, after all - and the deserts at night were inevitably frosty. ]
To be honest, I was demoted. [ Wryly said, his mouth twisting into a mean smile. ] However, the gods of Egypt do die. Differently than our humans, but we also die.
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I mean, not everything bad is going to be, uh, your doing. [ Right? Right? ] Otherwise, I guess that makes me your prophet, huh? Ha...
[ Awkward, that was an awkward laugh, absolutely trying to lighten up the entire admission of being Egypt's most evil of gods because, wow, what the heck? Evil? Look, Bruno had been leery of him but he wouldn't have called him evil? He's thoroughly thankful for the return of the blanket since it gives him something to pick at, fidget with, that isn't simply his own ruana. ]
Eh, I dunno, you can't be that evil if you care about other people that much, like with Jonas. Even... demoted. [ Also weird. Gods can get demoted? What about fired? Or was being fired just being dead? So many questions and yet he doesn't think he should ask them. ] Or. Or dead, since, I guess... if you say so, then...
[ Maybe it is true. It could be that Set is still some raving lunatic or maybe, just maybe, gods really could end up here. He had only the vaguest concept of those ancient pantheons from across the ocean and what rules they followed were a total mystery to him. Besides, looking at that guy? Especially next to him, who's short and scrawny and ultimately unimpressive? Sure, he could imagine that was what a god should actually look like. ]