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Who: Dirk, Dave, curious individuals and whoever hears Dave's raucous vulgar mumbling
When: Day 89, morning
Where: same place new people always show up of course
What: two for one special

[there are two blond boys who look like they are probably brothers standing in the shrine area. they are both wearing radical shades, and one of them--with the round shades--is holding a broken sword, which seems to change states from being broken, to whole, to old and rusted, without any kind of prompting]

Oh my fucking god.

We are literally going to spend the rest of our afterlives being blown like a wayward tumbleweed between worlds and physical states until we land some place full of ghost centaurs where all the trees grow apples and all the grass is made of hay and they accept us into their tribe or herd or whatever the fuck horses or horsepeople call their gatherings with a welcoming neigh, tell us to lay our newly-acquisition hind quarters down and have an apple, spend the rest of our days frolicking in the clover fields engaging in incestuous horseporn.

And where the fuck did this sword come from.

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More or less exactly so, yes. As far as things I give, lubrication, paints, acid, sauces, any food with a base in fermentation, ointments, shaving products, etc etc. If it relates to my domain it's probably manageable.

Including magical pony transformation?

You'd have to be my priest for that level of power exchange, but yes, technically.

[... yes he is seriously considering this]

Priest, huh. How does that work.

You swear yourself to me and I to you. I ask my priests to challenge the expectations of other people at least once every three days, and challenge their own expectations at least once a week; they're not called Challengers for nothing. In return, I can grant you a boon -- either two smaller ones or one larger one. My usual offerings are the ability to create a substance that improves overall health or one that speeds recovery from injury, the ability to pass through any crack no matter how small, an alteration of the body of the sort you mention, the ability to teleport between patches of damp so long as you know where they are, or the ability to force truth both on yourself and the person you're talking to. Or the ability to grow a moustache as marvellous as mine.

So basically some low-level exchange of interests. Though as fabulous as all of those sound I think I'd stick with the sweet pony powers.

There's a problem, though. Presumably due to being amnesiac I find myself lacking knowledge and/or understanding of the expectations of others.

Well, they're swappable so long as you talk with me. But it's quite understandable. You know what you're interested in.

...Really, no idea at all toward's people's biases?

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I wouldn't say none at all, but not a lot. My bro makes a pretty good dowsing rod for that stuff though. If his dick flinches I assume I said something weird.

Oh my goodness, how precious. I love you already.

The way I see it, part of challenging your own expectations would be to become aware of others'. Where their prejudices lie, what sort of strange reasonings underlie them, what their backgrounds are, where your own situation falls with or against it. I'm not interested in people who won't ask those questions; would you be willing to?

Yeah, I think I could handle that.

When you feel confident, if you still want to be my Challenger, talk to me again about it.

[lipquirk]

The only part I'm not confident about is whether or not I want to be. Not that the pony powers don't sound fresh as hell but I just got here and only know slightly more than fuckall about what's going on. I'll come talk to you again once I've had a time to familiarize myself with the place and other opportunities.

What's your name?

I am Ur'ghaste. And of course. Why would you rush into things without trying to understand them?

I guess if I was the type of person who figured rushing in would be the easiest or fastest way to garner understanding, or if I liked to foster a careless attitude for whatever reason, or if I was just too stupid or lazy to explore other options. Or probably a lot of other possibilities. But I don't think any of those are me.

Also, I'm Dirk. Which you probably already knew, but nice to meet you too.

[pleased grin at the first]

I didn't know, and your brother mostly referred to you as the guy with the pointy glasses.

Huh. The last set of gods knew all about us.

Are you disappointed?

Undecided. In general I don't think I approve of people knowing more about me than I know about myself. But right now I don't know if I have any other options for retrieving that information.

They knew but kept it from you? That's tacky.

It was part of the revival process. I sacrificed my memories in exchange for the opportunity to regain them and also my life.

A cost, hm...

Yeah.

Speaking of, I've been assuming the information I have is legit, but might as well check with the powers that be while they're so chatty. How the hell do I get back to where and when I was when I died?

You can't. You were scooped from your afterlife to be resurrected here, but it's not exactly a delicate net that was cast.

I think I get what you're after here, but I'm not down with that. Being dead was a mistake and I'm pretty intent on fixing it.

[spreads hir fingers] I respect that desire but I don't have a solution for you.

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