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hadriel_logs2016-07-22 09:15 pm
amos_moses) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-07-22 09:15 pm
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[OPEN] Use Your Heart Like a Weapon
Who: Amos and YOU
What: Amos is bumming around Hadriel, feeding the fish and being a nuisance. Careful, he’ll see you and start talking to you!
Where: The river, the orchard, Delight’s bar
When: June 22nd onward
Warnings: Alcohol and probably swearing?
Hurts Like Heaven, by Coldplay
Pisces: Amos sits beside the river, near the bridge that crosses close to Rage’s temple. He’s throwing out handfuls of bread to the fish in the water, and occasionally making nonsensical commentary out loud. Half the conversation is mental, as he listens to the piscis thoughts and small details of daily lives, which is generally rather boring to anyone not interested in algae, rocks, mating, or territorial squabbles. Amos, being Amos, is somewhat interested. Mostly he comes to see if there’ve been any changes to the river: monitoring the fish is a good way to keep track of that.
“Well, it’s nice of you to offer, an’ I do appreciate it, but I think you’d better keep that patch of riverbed to yourself. You’ll find a nice lady fish you can spawn with, I bet.”
Orchard: With a basket under his arm, Amos is wandering the strange orchard and picking likely-looking fruits. As he walks under the cave-trees, two of the jabberjays swoop back and forth, pecking at fruits and Amos’s head as they pass. Amos tends to duck right as they dive at him, but he doesn’t always: it’s a game. Occasionally he throws a twig at them, not to hurt but in play.
While Amos’s walk is nearly silent, the birds are cheerfully screaming at and scolding him in various voices.
Delight’s Bar: Amos comes here often enough: he enjoys the bar and the company more than the alcohol, truth be told, but he’s not above a nice drink or two every few nights. He’s quite pleased to find Delight herself is behind the bar this evening, and he promptly bops over to pay his respects to the goddess.
“Hey there, sugar. How’re you this fine evening?”
He’ll scan the rest of the room in a minute, see who else of his friends is here and make the rounds, but first things first.
What: Amos is bumming around Hadriel, feeding the fish and being a nuisance. Careful, he’ll see you and start talking to you!
Where: The river, the orchard, Delight’s bar
When: June 22nd onward
Warnings: Alcohol and probably swearing?
Hurts Like Heaven, by Coldplay
Pisces: Amos sits beside the river, near the bridge that crosses close to Rage’s temple. He’s throwing out handfuls of bread to the fish in the water, and occasionally making nonsensical commentary out loud. Half the conversation is mental, as he listens to the piscis thoughts and small details of daily lives, which is generally rather boring to anyone not interested in algae, rocks, mating, or territorial squabbles. Amos, being Amos, is somewhat interested. Mostly he comes to see if there’ve been any changes to the river: monitoring the fish is a good way to keep track of that.
“Well, it’s nice of you to offer, an’ I do appreciate it, but I think you’d better keep that patch of riverbed to yourself. You’ll find a nice lady fish you can spawn with, I bet.”
Orchard: With a basket under his arm, Amos is wandering the strange orchard and picking likely-looking fruits. As he walks under the cave-trees, two of the jabberjays swoop back and forth, pecking at fruits and Amos’s head as they pass. Amos tends to duck right as they dive at him, but he doesn’t always: it’s a game. Occasionally he throws a twig at them, not to hurt but in play.
While Amos’s walk is nearly silent, the birds are cheerfully screaming at and scolding him in various voices.
Delight’s Bar: Amos comes here often enough: he enjoys the bar and the company more than the alcohol, truth be told, but he’s not above a nice drink or two every few nights. He’s quite pleased to find Delight herself is behind the bar this evening, and he promptly bops over to pay his respects to the goddess.
“Hey there, sugar. How’re you this fine evening?”
He’ll scan the rest of the room in a minute, see who else of his friends is here and make the rounds, but first things first.
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Delight turns around to grab the bottle that she's created before sliding right back up against her edge of the bar and plucking a glass free to pour out a few fingers of the rice wine.
"Anything on your mind?"
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"Not much." Amos sips the rice wine and mouths it for a moment. Excellent: how she manages to have the best damn brews he's ever tasted, he hs no idea. Must be a goddess thing. Speaking of...
"...actually, there is something I been meanin' to ask one of ya'll."
He leans back and fishes in a pocket, before producing a carton of cigarettes. He taps one out and sets both items on the bar. "I guess ya'll've already seen a few of us with these, huh?"
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Delight leans over the bar to look at the cigarette, picking the spare one up from the surface of the bar. She looks over it curiously, listening to the question before nodding.
"I have. I think Fear's been making them for people."
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"Fear? Fuck." Amos grimaces. That was really not who wanted to hear was making them. He shakes his head and adds, "Sorry for cussing, but... I'm just not fond of him." But he supposes it makes sense that Fear might be drawn to such a negative addiction. Or perhaps he'd just been the first one asked about it.
"Well, the leaves inside, it's a drug, an' people who smoke get addicted to it. Makes you feel better, an' quittin' makes you cranky and feel bad for a bit. People who come here don't have an easy way of getting 'em, and I was just wondering if an arrangement could be made so people could have 'em easier."
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"You want me to provide them for you," she says, cutting to the chase with a little frown. "I'm not sure if that would be a good idea. Aren't they harmful to you?"
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"They are." Amos shrugs and further explains, "I didn't specifically want you to, I was just wondering if one a'ya'll could. I guess if Fear's already doin' it, then that's that." He wrinkles his nose as he says it. He'd had some half-made plans as to what exactly one could do with a steady supply of cigs - mainly set up a bartering system with Firo - but he's not going to deal with Fear. He'll pass this tidbit along to Firo, though. Looking up from his drink, he adds, "Sorry, I know he's ya'll's brother an' what-not. I'll try to be nicer 'bout him."
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She shrugs, clearly not too offended by Amos' distaste. Delight leans forward to wipe a particular sticky spot from the bar, considering her next words for a moment before just deciding to be blunt.
"He's awful."
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"Ah." Amos grins a little in solidarity. "Didn't want to step on any toes. Knew enough families back home, they'd fight like wet cats in a sack with eachother, but you say a nasty word 'bout one'a'them an' they'd close ranks an' eat you alive."
He had noticed the tensions between the gods, certainly, but hadn't wanted to make assumptions. "I guess ya'll ain't like that, then?"
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Delight purses her lips, trying not to let distaste enter her tone or her posture. She only partially succeeds.
"Most of the others are alright, though."
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"Ah. Good to know. So, if you don't get along with Fear, mind if I ask who you do get along with?"
Amos settles himself more comfortably in his chair and props his chin in his hand, all interest and all ears. If Desire will oblige, he might get some nice juicy gossip: and besides, he enjoys listening to people talk about themselves and their lives. The supernatural aren't too much different, in some respects, and Amos enjoys learning about them, too. Either way, anything he gets will be worth listening to, he's certain. His grin for Desire is amiable and comfortable.
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"Well, I'm on Hope's side of course, so I like him a lot. Rage is a good friend of mine, too- I'm really glad that we were the first two revived so we could hang out more!"