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Entry tags:
- !event,
- adam parrish,
- alphys,
- am,
- ardyn izunia,
- asriel dreemurr,
- beth washington,
- bianca,
- bucky barnes,
- chara,
- connor walsh,
- danse,
- duck,
- ellie,
- firo prochainezo,
- frisk,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jacob frye,
- jade ellsworth,
- jo harvelle,
- kain highwind,
- kanda yu,
- kate galloway,
- leliana,
- marian tenebris,
- matt murdock,
- morgan walker,
- natasha romanoff,
- ned wynert,
- pell,
- prompto argentum,
- ray shin fang,
- regis lucis caelum cxiii,
- rey,
- rydia,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sharon da silva,
- the war doctor,
- tiny tina,
- tyki mikk,
- ulaume,
- uzumaki nagato,
- wade wilson
Event Log: Patron Gods
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.
It's March 15th! Whether or not you've been having a good or a bad week, the gods decided to get together and put all the characters on teams- just like in those gym classes that you always skipped! Whether or not you were the last one picked is up for debate, but until we can figure that particular mystery out, there's another one to mull over... namely, who left that mysterious note in your bedside table/shoe/fishtank? And how did you get a friendship bracelet twined around your wrist?
Regardless, when opened, the letter will say-'Congratulations! You have been chosen! [God name] thinks you're a great fit for their team! All you have to do is spread their emotion, and you'll get a blessing - and if your team wins, you get the grand prize: one (1) request for each member of the team, no payment required! Or you can band together and request one big thing, it's all up to you! So find your allies, get started, and let's win this thing!'
Whether or not this is for real becomes immediately obvious, as you seem to find yourself yearning to cooperate with your teammates, and maybe feeling a bit competitive toward your foes. Grab a squeaky chicken or a creepy doll or a snowglobe from the shops if you like, and let's get inspiring! Of course, you aren't forced to participate, but have fun telling your teammates that nobody is going to win their wish because you decided to be a stick in the mud.
Go forth and spread joy! Or sorrow, or scare people, or just really piss them off- but whatever you do, try to have fun and build that sense of community! You're going to need it...► This log covers March 15th-March 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you're just so mad at the gods that you'd rather die than participate, then let us know here!
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"Sans, then, if that's alright with you?" And again a smile. How did a skeleton smile? Nagato had no idea. He looked down curiously at the hand though, because handshakes weren't common in his world and tilted his head on the side like a curious cat.
Was he supposed to do something with it? No way. Nagato wasn't a touchy feely kind of guy to begin with and even less with someone that could still attack him somehow.
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"You been here long, Nagato?" Not exactly a name that inspires a lotta wordplay. Maybe some music-based puns, but there's no guarantee everybody'll get 'em.
He'll think of something. Always does.
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Or at least much more relaxed. The skeleton seemed awfully at ease in a place where sharks could swim in the ground and snakes had many very angry heads. Maybe the skeleton was even part of the bunch of creatures that liked to try and eat Hadriel residents. Hadn't he said he was a monster, or something of the sort?
Nagato hated not having all the answers.
But his body hated something even more, and that thing was standing still for too long. The ninja winced when his legs made their displeasure known by way of sending pain crawling up his nerves and spine.
"Is ther-" A new wince. "My apologies, is there a place where I could sit nearby?"
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Hope you're not hinging anything important on having all the answers when it comes to knowing Sans, Nagato, 'cause the guy may as well be allergic to a straight answer.
The lights in his sockets rove about for a moment before settlin' down on a flat piece of somethin' - rubble or a peculiar cave formation or somethin' or another, not more than a couple feet away - and jerks a thumb in its direction.
"Sure thing, pal."
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But he can understand the need to not have a strange asking invasive questions out of nowhere, and he wasn't desesperate for data yet that he would attack people who didn't attack him first.
"Thank you."
Nagato limped toward the piece of rubble and dropped gracelessly on it, finally getting his hand away from his knife. After a quick check of his scars to see if one was bleeding (thankfully there wasn't), the ninja sighed. Hadriel wasn't his favorite place in the world, no.
"Apparently enough time to set your in a life of street vending, I see."
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But the groan, the apparent discomfort as Nagato hauls himself over to his impromptu seating, don't escape Sans's notice. He watches him silently for a moment with his sockets at half-mast before he eventually rumbles out -
"You doin' all right there, buddo? You look like you're havin' trouble."
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Returning Sans' stare with one of his own for a few seconds, Nagato then looked down at his legs. He didn't mind the question, because people underestimating him was what he was aiming for. But he didn't like to think about his scars, because they reminded him of the first of his long list of failure."
"... Old scars. They act up a bit sometimes. It's nothing, they don't bleed much."
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Old scars can still hurt like a mother, it turns out. Physical and otherwise. He's been learnin' a thing or two about pullin' together the pieces of someone's body to heal 'em up some, but he's pretty sure that don't fix anything like scar tissue. That kinda thing's forever.
"Sorry to hear that." He sounds sincere, for all the equivocal drone of the words. "Y'ever think of stoppin' by the clinic? Might be somebody there could help."
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"It would be a waste of ressources, and I don't mind them that much." Nagato shrugged, idly tapping the steel pipe he used as a makeshift cane against the rock he was sitting on. "It's just that I've been moving more this last month than I have been in a long time."
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He learned that lesson a little too late, but he might as well start applyin' it now, yeah?
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"Hadriel happened. As well as a lot of sharks. Neither is good to a man that spent the few last years not moving much."
It wasn't the complete truth but no way Nagato was going to talk about his past to anyone here, even to a friendly skeleton that liked evasive answers. The 'anon' thing he'd participated earlier had been more than enough, thank you very much.
"And I've been scavenging a bit as well.Much to my dismay."
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"Shops don't have all y'need?" He'd recommend askin' the gods for help, much as that's kind of a hit-or-miss deal, but really, it ain't his job to impose where he ain't needed.
He learned that lesson all too well, and just as late.
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So the ninja gave an affirmative hum to Sans' question and answered with one of his own.
"And yourself? Can you find anything of sustenance here?"
After all, Sans was a skeleton. Did he even need to eat?
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"Technically, skeletons can go for pretty long without eatin'. Not a whole lotta fun, but - y'know." At least it means one less mouth to feed in a food crisis. Which is, all in all, pretty great for everyone. Pretty damn handy.
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As for the whole 'skeleton that fills his clothing perfectly', well. At this point, in this underground city with gods that walked amongst mortals and door that mysteriously brought him back to life, Nagato was ready to accept a lot of things. It was either rolling with the punches and adapting, or suffering anxiety attacks on a regular basis. He didn't have a whole lot of choices here, and ninjas were pretty good at adaptation anyway.
"Useful, especially when the food supply could be drastically reduced at any moment." Nagato noted, always ready to see the tactical advantages when presented to him "But if it's not impolite to ask, what do you eat? You don't have to answer if I'm being insensitive, of course."
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"Food made of magic, mostly." It ain't impolite at all; most people tend to ask that at some point or another. If it is impolite, he got over it a long, long damn time ago. More outta necessity than anything else. For the same reason you just kinda get used to bein' asked, well, have you tried not being a skeleton? "Gotta make most of it myself, though Hope can supply, if he's feelin' charitable."
Lately he ain't felt much like botherin' the big guy much. Somethin' about him's just a bit too off-putting at the moment. Maybe it's the whole bit where he resurrected him post-double.
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The thought made Nagato frown deeply, and all humor left his expression.
At least he wasn't being impolite. He had always disliked rudeness, even at the height of his madness. He certainly wouldn't tolerate it here, even less from himself.
"Magic, hm." Back home, that word was almost an insult, used by the gullibles to explain the world. And that immensely hypocritical of Nagato to think that because his abilities are clearly magic by everything but the name. "It's not something we have back home. Even less as food. Are those magic too?" The ninja asked, pointing at the sweets on the stand.
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Nagato's easier, like most humans. Or - people, if he turns out to be somethin' other than human. There's a lotta those down here, it feels like. Sans simply grins and gestures limply down at himself.
"These? Nah. They'd go right through me."