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Who: Slick and friends
When: Day 1, still morning...
Where: Apartment A
What: 8D;

[SO

while the rest of ya'll were trying to do sensible things like learn about the situation, Slick decided to take himself and his godmode to go kill everything as a nice little stress reliever

UNFORTUNATELY he didn't figure out that he'd been power capped.

So after a rather short and unpleasant exploration, Slick stumbles back to the apartment, bleeding heavily. Mostly from a dozen or so long claw marks on his back and a few heavy, deep bites on his shoulders and arms.

Whoops]

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Yes, so I see. You've made a fine mess of yourself.

[tsun =T]

Some warning that when you brought us back to life you didn't bring all of or abilities with us wouldn't have hurt. If I had my full power I could clear this place out for you in a day.

I'm afraid I didn't know anything about it. Of course, we would have avoided it had we known.

Ah, but I didn't come here to discuss that.

[lifts a hand slightly, and then digs around for his cigarettes because obviously this is a good time to smoke]

What, then?

I thought I'd demonstrate a little bit of what I can offer; something small to take away a bit of your pain.

[haha.. .]

Looking to sell, then? Well, I'll hear you out.

Not this time. I think you've given enough blood for the day, boy.

[reaches... somewhere and pulls out a earthenware jug]

Consider this an apology, if you like.

[...free things from deities

forgive me if I am dubious. but sits up (painfully) and holds out a hand for it]

I'll consider it a housewarming gift. What is it?

Just as I said.

[the hands him the jar. If Ticky looks inside, there will will be a green-ish paste-like substance that smells, well, medical]

Not quite as much fun, but... practical.

[...checks it out and snorts as he figures it out, dipping a finger into it]

And what would your idea of fun be?

Ah, I wouldn't want to give you ideas. I think you have enough of your own.

Well... they aren't always popular, let's say.

[if you are bothering with the stuff in the jar, by the way: the skin it touches goes numb and kind of warm, and it should reduce the pain to a dull, warm throb, and possibly also make you a little sleepier]

I enjoy uniqueness.

[only bothers enough to spread it on a few cuts and see how it feels. can't really reach most of them anyway]

I'm afraid I've renounced my more 'unique' fun. But I'm always looking for new ways to enjoy myself.

[holds out a hand and nods to his back]

May I?

[okay kind of surprised by that, but after a startled pause, nods (unsure...)]

...suit yourself...

Such a face.

[just leaning over to dip his hand in the jar and spread it over Slick's back's back, slow and firm, repeating the motion until his wounds are covered and straightening up]

[hmmm, that is nice yes]

Apologies. My history with gods is... complicated. And you still haven't said what you want.

I imagine dear, sweet Dellen has informed you all of the situation.

[i guess now that i am in less pain i don't mind getting up so that i can light my cigarette on a candle]

Oh yes. Save the world, kill giant green cats, provide sacrifices, so on. [handwave]

It's not my first dance. So I can also guess you all have different tastes.

[chuckles]

Yes, we do.

[sweeps his hand along the unbroken skin of his, back, digs in just a little]

I have more... carnal interests than Dellen.

[am i being hit on by a god

is that really happening]

It sounds like you're a good deal more... involved than the gods I'm used to dealing with.

[only briefly]

Is it so surprising?

Well... yes.

[tuuurning to face Ger so he can't get to his back anymore]

No offense intended, but don't gods normally have bigger things involve themselves in?

We've downsized, as you can see.