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Who: You and ...?
When: Day 62, Early Morning
Where: HQ
What: :)

[It’s during that overlap of dusk and dawn when the sound starts: a low treble growl, closer to a husky hissing that begins to filter in through the walls of the HQ. No matter where you are, you will find yourself stirring to the sudden feeling of being alone, in the dark, uncertain and very afraid. Throughout the hallways floors are little puddles of water here and there, as if something had been tracking in the pouring rain outside. Do you investigate?

The sound moves as if it is traveling through the walls themselves (which is a silly idea…right?) and if you’re willing to follow it, seems to be heading towards the baths…

(OOC: Event time! Feel free to mingle, or if you're brave enough, head to the baths...)

EDIT: IF YOU INVESTIGATE, YOU'RE ALLOWING ME PERMISSION TO POSSIBLY HURT YOU.

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Be...scared.

[the water churns]

Oh, there is fear.

But I'm not very good at that whole screaming and running around like a maniac thing. Doesn't work well for my lifestyle choices.

[Taking a step back from the pool though.]

[Something drops suddenly onto your shoulder, a heavy slippery weight that begins to make itself comfortable by wrapping one end around your neck slowly.]

[NOPE NOPE NOPE, jerking back and moving to yank it off, the other hand drawing the knife.]

[A warning hiss chimes loudly by your ear and the tail tightens as you grip that knife.]

[Erk.] You let go, I put away the knife.

[Something blue and banded in yellow drops immediately down on that hand, curling almost affectionately around your wrist.

Its little fangs are sharp and bared.]

....

[Let's go.]

[Times like these I miss my plastic body.]

[The snakes don't do anything harmful to you but seem to just enjoy twining themselves around your neck, shoulders and wrist.]

[It's almost as if he's just waiting for your punchline.]

...

[Nope. I think I will just wait until you get bored and I can leave or you do something. This seems like observing time.]

[The water ripples nearest to you, and something huge and blue moves just under the surface- a huge yellow eye flashes and disappears.]

Wise...

[Something begins to rise from the water, dripping wet, gleaming in blue, gold, greens, and magnificent. The form looks like a man...man shape...with long hair but something shimmering under the dripping wet water. Scales line his body from just below his neck to past his knees. The scales glimmer greenish blue but when he moves changes to brown. A fat snake is draped across his naked shoulders.]

[...well, that's interesting.]

[Almost shrugs, thinks better of it.]

I think I left wise at the door. [Shouldn't have come into the room, nope.]

And what did you bring me then?

[The snake unwinds slightly from your neck and bobs at the figure adoringly.]

It's kind of hard to bring something when I wasn't sure someone was here, actually...

Excussssses.

[Clearly, you need to be creative.]

[More a statement of fact.]

Well, I could give you my shirt?

[He's not giving up his weapon. NOPE, not being unarmed with the crazy snake dude.]

[That gets almost a smile.]

You think you are funny...

[The snake slides down the god's scale covered torso and glides across the water towards Rory.]

[Yay?]

Not so much funny as how I respond to stress. This kind of happens a lot.

You have met many godssss?

Gods, aliens with advanced technology or psychic abilities, living planets that ate time matrices, other things I can't even put a real label on.

And yet you have not learned to honor your god...

[Shrugs.] I think after two thousand years, I stopped putting faith in higher powers all that much.

Or maybe it's too many options with all the traveling.

I didn't get a lot of time to think about it the last time this happened.

Edited 2012-07-19 05:27 (UTC)

Now, I will make up your mind for you then.

[....what is that suppose to mean?]

[That snake around your neck? It's tightening it's coils.]

Kneel before your god.

[S'vx's eyes are a thin slit and he is as immobile as a statue.]