You have just entered room "deathshomeoffices."
Besyanteo: (Bwa.)
PapatymisonN: If there's anyone else you think would be interested, usher them in, pwease.
LovelyJester: (Be amused. Be very amused at my dog.)
Lithaladhwen: (Holy shit that's awesome.)
CGNakibe has entered the room.
Besyanteo: (... What the camera does to pets' eyes is so very creepy.)
LovelyJester: (She needs sound effects. *nods*)
Besyanteo: (Photos of my cat always came out the same way.)
Besyanteo: (However, otherwise cute. o.o)
LovelyJester: (I'm going to paint that thing when she sleeps.)
CGNakibe: (What's this? HORRIBLE DEATH CAT?)
PapatymisonN: (Better.)
PapatymisonN: (Witness the FUNNY.)
CGNakibe: (Does he pick up cable channels or just local?)
Besyanteo: (Eee. Love my new hat. It's ratty and old looking, but I loves it. ^^ ... need to upload that picture. >.>)
PapatymisonN: (She. That's Schatzie, Lex's wonderful pooch.)
CGNakibe: (Er... She. ^^;; Should've known that'd happen)
Besyanteo: (Geocities is thinking...)
Besyanteo: (So need a better image host.)
Besyanteo: ( www.geocities.com/arch_vyral/Hat.JPG )
Besyanteo: (... that's much larger than I recall. o_o)
PapatymisonN: (Indeed.)
PapatymisonN: (Also, see the title, and know where we'll be playing. IM me if you want to be an NPC.)
Besyanteo: (Just going to watch myself.)
Lithaladhwen: (Obvious and necessary choice, ahoy.)
PapatymisonN: (Eh? But I wanted Quinn for this... o.o)
Besyanteo: (=P)
Lithaladhwen: (Did ye now.)
PapatymisonN: (I kid, I kid...)
Lithaladhwen: (I assumed. =P )
PapatymisonN: (Anyways...)
PapatymisonN: (Since I've received no IMs?)
Lithaladhwen: (No worries.)
PapatymisonN: <RP>
Lithaladhwen: <Zea Helena Mazuo, just because>
PapatymisonN: *Today, Zea doesn't get a note that's all cryptic.*
PapatymisonN: *Today, at her home, she receives a knock on the door.*
Lithaladhwen: *Thank God. A specific one. For the "no notes" thing.*
Lithaladhwen: *shout from inside* Jezreel, get that would you?
PapatymisonN: IM: Heh.
Lithaladhwen: *the door opens as Zea is entering the front room*
Lithaladhwen: *thank you, resident poltergeist*
PapatymisonN: *and there, with black skin instead of red, and no horns, stands the God of Death himself*
Lithaladhwen: *a pad of paper and pen drop out of her hand right onto the floor*
PapatymisonN: Hi.
Lithaladhwen: I'm sorry I... *puzzled for a moment* I didn't realize you were coming. I would have... answered the door... myself at least. >_>
PapatymisonN: It's alright. May I come in?
Lithaladhwen: *blinks* Of course. Please.
Lithaladhwen: It's um... well, teenagers live here. We don't clean much. Sorry.
PapatymisonN: ... *steps past Jezreel, saying* Hi there.
Lithaladhwen: *A scholarly-looking elf simply watches Resh over his glasses and nods back*
Lithaladhwen: Jezreel. Manners.
Lithaladhwen: ...Afternoon. Reshtaha.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh*
PapatymisonN: Nice to meet you. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Yes. Lovely to see you as well. Zea, if you've no further need of me.
Lithaladhwen: It's fine. Go bother James.
Lithaladhwen: *fwips*
PapatymisonN: ... he's not heading home?
Lithaladhwen: We're working on it.
PapatymisonN: That's fine...
Lithaladhwen: Right now he won't go, and that makes it harder.
Lithaladhwen: When there's only one person to do the whole thing, a willing ghost is an easier subject.
Lithaladhwen: Takes less energy to... why am I telling you this? You already know all that.
Lithaladhwen: Sorry.
PapatymisonN: It's alright.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, if it's not already obvious, I'll be doing your lesson today.
Lithaladhwen: *rubs the back of her neck kind of uncomfortably and nods* Okay.
PapatymisonN: Well, this one will really just be so you can view the offices.
Lithaladhwen: *nods again*
PapatymisonN: Plus, we may need to talk. Up to you.
Lithaladhwen: *subject change ahoy* I'm ready to go, unless you want me to bring anything.
PapatymisonN: Just your smile. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *looks completely at a loss*
Lithaladhwen: *chooses to say nothing and nods again* Um. Okay, my lord. I... can bring that.
PapatymisonN: Good. *opens her front door, and you can see Processing through it* After you.
Lithaladhwen: *goes with a glance over her shoulder at him as she passes through*
PapatymisonN: *and he follows her through the door to Processing*
PapatymisonN: Kevin: ^_^ My lord! Zea! Hello! Going on the tour of Processing today?
PapatymisonN: Indeed, Kevin. Doing well?
Lithaladhwen: *little wave to Kevin* Hi there.
PapatymisonN: K: Very, my lord. *waves at Zea with a smile*
PapatymisonN: K: All ready to go?
AngeloState606 has entered the room.
PapatymisonN: I think so.
PapatymisonN: My lady?
Lithaladhwen: At the slightest notice, as always.
Lithaladhwen: And um. Zea? Please?
PapatymisonN: ^_^
PapatymisonN: OK.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh* Thank you, my lord. I much prefer to be called by my name.
PapatymisonN: *Kevin gets up, and opens a door behind him*
PapatymisonN: ... right back at you, kiddo. *heads for the door*
Lithaladhwen: *follows Reshtaha*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Yeah, except that's incredibly weird. *shakes her head at the thought*
PapatymisonN: *once inside, you find... a lobby.*
PapatymisonN: *Marble floors, bay windows gazing over red hills, and a set of metal doors at the end*
PapatymisonN: *and Resh's look has changed*
Lithaladhwen: What are those overlooking? *points to the window*
Lithaladhwen: *looks over at him*
PapatymisonN: *He's regained his red skin and horns, but now his dreads have been tamed by a hairband, and he wears a grey suit jacket, tailored pants, an untucked button up shirt with a couple buttons undone at the top, and NICE shoes...*
Lithaladhwen: *can't repress a tiny smile at the sudden prim attire*
PapatymisonN: That's the outside. Doesn't necessarily serve a purpose, I just... thought it looked better than flat white.
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
PapatymisonN: Anyways, we have 9 levels to explore, if you're up to it.
Lithaladhwen: I am, my lord. As always.
PapatymisonN: Alright. *heads over to the twin steel doors and hits a button*
PapatymisonN: *they open to reveal a small cubicle* Hop in.
Lithaladhwen: *glances over at him questioningly, but does as she's told*
PapatymisonN: *enters with her, and hits a button labeled 2*
PapatymisonN: *you can feel the cubicle rise*
Lithaladhwen: *touches the wall to steady herself* Interesting.
PapatymisonN: ... it's called an elevator. From this GREAT dimension called Earth.
PapatymisonN: No magic, but it's got some of the COOLEST stuff...
Lithaladhwen: I see. Forgive me, but I'd prefer to have my magic.
Lithaladhwen: I... do not enjoy being without it.
PapatymisonN: You might change your mind if you ever get on something called a "roller coaster"...
Lithaladhwen: Perhaps.
PapatymisonN: IM: ... mention the hash? ... ... nah.
Lithaladhwen: (*snort*)
PapatymisonN: *ding!*
PapatymisonN: *the doors open*
PapatymisonN: This is the Mail Room.
PapatymisonN: *men and women in white tops and black bottoms scurry around, with carts full of scrolls*
PapatymisonN: They handle the prayers.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* That's a lot.
Lithaladhwen: How many people work here?
PapatymisonN: ... huh, let's see...
PapatymisonN: 98.
PapatymisonN: ... I don't get as many as you think.
Besyanteo: ("You've got Prayers!")
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *looks mildly perturbed* Well, my lord, I guess not everyone is as... talkative... as I am.
PapatymisonN: (Resh: *click* ... aaah, spam again... *sent to hell*)
PapatymisonN: ... oh? You've been... giving me Coles Notes recently...
PapatymisonN: ... the abbreviated version, that is...
Besyanteo: (... That'd be a fucked up worshipper.)
Lithaladhwen: (That would be. What the hell, man.)
Besyanteo: (Hands clasped, prayying to Resh...)
Besyanteo: ("G37 A BIGGER PEN15 2DAY!")
Lithaladhwen: I...um. Apologize, my lord. I've been somewhat distracted.
Besyanteo: (Ishtar: ... *just hugs*)
PapatymisonN: Not all your fault.
PapatymisonN: Next floor.
PapatymisonN: *presses 3, and the doors close...*
Lithaladhwen: *inspects suddenly riveting fingernails before shoving her hands in her pockets*
PapatymisonN: You alright over there?
Lithaladhwen: Of course, my lord. Why?
PapatymisonN: Just asking.
PapatymisonN: *ding*
PapatymisonN: *and the doors open to several men and women in cubicles, working away at drawing tables*
PapatymisonN: This is the Creative department.
PapatymisonN: They only come up with a good idea every few weeks, but, when they do.... ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *watches the people inside* What is their purpose?
PapatymisonN: Remember's Murray's contraption?
PapatymisonN: Conceived here.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* Oh, I see. Well, I've never been one to criticize a bit of experimentation.
Lithaladhwen: Maybe at some point I can stop by, see if I can help.
Lithaladhwen: Would that be all right, my lord?
PapatymisonN: Of course. You'd probably be a breath of fresh air in here.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, moving on...
PapatymisonN: *presses four...*
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
PapatymisonN: ... want some music in here?
Lithaladhwen: I.... if you wish.
PapatymisonN: Want something loud or soft?
Lithaladhwen: It makes no difference to me, honestly. Whichever you prefer.
PapatymisonN: ^_^ Alright... you asked for it.
PapatymisonN: *BOOM! Marilyn Manson.*
Lithaladhwen: >.o Sounds almost... Valthi. I bet my father would like this.
Besyanteo: (Damn earth fanbois.)
Lithaladhwen: (Also, Resh wins for fun music selection.)
PapatymisonN: It's goood stuff. I should... wait, no. Can't mess up Gaera's evolution. Never mind.
PapatymisonN: IM: They need to hurry up and invent stereos already.
PapatymisonN: *ding!*
Besyanteo: (Naki: But it's fuuuun! *hides from Ishtar*)
PapatymisonN: *it's... a giant factory.*
Lithaladhwen: *tilts her head curiously*
PapatymisonN: *an industrial forge, to be precise*
PapatymisonN: This is Fabrication.
PapatymisonN: This is where we make scythes, and... well... pretty much anything we need made.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* Noted.
PapatymisonN: ... hold on just one second.
PapatymisonN: *rushes in!*
Lithaladhwen: *watches* o_ô
PapatymisonN: *and you lose track of him!*
Lithaladhwen: Um... *sigh*
PapatymisonN: *rolls back in, with a fresh scythe and a strange rolling board*
PapatymisonN: *stops in the elevator*
PapatymisonN: ^_^
Lithaladhwen: Did you... find what you needed?
PapatymisonN: Uhhhh huh.
PapatymisonN: *incredibly amused with himself*
Lithaladhwen: I... I see.
Lithaladhwen: *points to the board* My lord, what is that?
PapatymisonN: It's called a skateboard.
PapatymisonN: Another Earth thing.
PapatymisonN: One of my FAAAAVOURITE things to play with.
Besyanteo: (...)
PapatymisonN: (Shut up, he adores it. ^_^)
Lithaladhwen: *smiles* I see.
PapatymisonN: If you can push the next button, please...
Lithaladhwen: *does as requested*
PapatymisonN: *using the scythe to steady himself as he pushes himself left and right on the board*
Lithaladhwen: ...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Um. Okay.
PapatymisonN: *ding!*
PapatymisonN: *there's a line.*
PapatymisonN: *of souls.*
PapatymisonN: *it's not long, but it's there*
Lithaladhwen: *scratches her head*
PapatymisonN: ... Complaints.
PapatymisonN: Well, AND Appeals.
Lithaladhwen: *frowns a little* What do you mean?
PapatymisonN: People having issues with their conditions, and people appealing their eternal landing spot.
PapatymisonN: ... as you can see, line is NOT long for the volume we get.
PapatymisonN: Can you believe 20% of the appeals think they're supposed to go to the dark side of the afterlife?
Lithaladhwen: Bizarre masochism.
Lithaladhwen: What's the process?
Lithaladhwen: I mean, how can you appeal it?
PapatymisonN: Basically, you drag yourself away from your fate, and talk to Kevin.
Besyanteo: (Kamos: No! No No No No No No! I wanna go to hell! >_< And then I wanna bitch for eternity about how IT'S NOT FAIR!)
Besyanteo: (Will: Hey, I hear ya.
Besyanteo: )*
Lithaladhwen: I... I see.
PapatymisonN: Hard to do, and most people don't realize they can till it's too late...
Lithaladhwen: I suppose it's good that it's possible.
PapatymisonN: A handy mechanism, I think.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, that's boring. Next level, please.
Lithaladhwen: *blinks and pushes the button for the next level*
Besyanteo: (Fun Fact(?): Aparently, the souls of Gaeran Atheists skip this whole process, and go to a life plane. And sleep for eternity. Zzzz. Or so I've seen somewhere on the boards.)
PapatymisonN: *the Manson song switches to Mobscene*
PapatymisonN: (Resh: Nope. Sorry. One or the other.)
PapatymisonN: (Resh: But lucky for their asses, it's not always the dark half they're sent to.)
PapatymisonN: *ding*
PapatymisonN: *there's another line. But it's for food.*
PapatymisonN: Cafeteria! ^_^
PapatymisonN: Hungry?
Besyanteo: (Hope I can stick around for all of this. The family's acting strange downstairs. ... Also, ha! Hell's cafeteria!)
Lithaladhwen: Not... particularly. But I have no objection to stopping here.
PapatymisonN: *rolls in*
PapatymisonN: *cuts the line, but no one seems to care*
PapatymisonN: Want anything? A drink?
Lithaladhwen: *shakes her head* No thank you.
Lithaladhwen: *pulls off a ring and fidgets with it*
PapatymisonN: Gimme three slyders with cheese and a cola, please.
PapatymisonN: *he's immediately handed a tray*
Lithaladhwen: *it's a tiny band of little skulls laid end to end*
PapatymisonN: *rolls to a table* C'mon, sit for a sec. Your legs have to be tired by now.
Lithaladhwen: Do I want to know what a "slider" is?
Lithaladhwen: *sits*
PapatymisonN: *shows her what's in the wrapper*
Lithaladhwen: ...I think I'll... leave those to you, my lord.
PapatymisonN: It's a bun, cheese, and beef with some pickles and onions.
PapatymisonN: *takes a bite* SO good.
PapatymisonN: *polishes off the first*
PapatymisonN: *sips his cola*
PapatymisonN: ... Gaera HAS to get these within the millenium, they REALLY do. *shakes the cup*
PapatymisonN: *downs another slyder*
Lithaladhwen: (See, the joke is that those are horrifyingly gross.)
PapatymisonN: (Unless you're high.)
Besyanteo: (Never heard of them. So yay!)
Besyanteo: (Also: Shada's had fast food! Yay for otherworldly experiences!)
PapatymisonN: Anyways, again, boring when you watch me eat.
Lithaladhwen: I'm all right, really. I promise.
PapatymisonN: *downs the last slyder, takes a long swallow on his cola, and tosses it*
Lithaladhwen: *holy fuck is she ever quiet today*
PapatymisonN: OK, let's go.
PapatymisonN: *presses the button to reactivate the elevator*
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
PapatymisonN: *enters*
PapatymisonN: *and hits 8*
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: *the music stops*
PapatymisonN: Awful quiet in here.
Lithaladhwen: The music is gone.
PapatymisonN: *it begins again* Really, REALLY quiet in here.
Lithaladhwen: *tugs on one of her earrings* Maybe. The music helps, my lord.
Besyanteo: (... Chuck, I'm gonna have to ask you to do this. Family needs help and I can't wait anymore. :-\ Sorry.)
PapatymisonN: (Damn. Sorry.)
Besyanteo: (Later)
Lithaladhwen: (Bye, Bes!)
PapatymisonN: (She'll still be yours.)
PapatymisonN: OK. It'll stay.
Lithaladhwen: *listens to the music and represses Things*
PapatymisonN: *ding!*
Lithaladhwen: *'cuz gods can totally read your mind if they want, so it's best not to even think things you don't want to discuss*
PapatymisonN: *and the doors open to some very nice offices*
PapatymisonN: Agency HQ.
PapatymisonN: *you see a guy with black feathery wings, black suit, and black shades walk by, looking through a file folder*
Lithaladhwen: .... IM: Well, that's impressive.
PapatymisonN: Yes it is.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
PapatymisonN: Especially if you could potentially run the place someday... oh! Most important floor is coming up. Hit 9!
PapatymisonN: ^_^
Lithaladhwen: I wait what?
PapatymisonN: You could run it someday. Some day FAR away. NINE, my dear. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *hand hovers over the button... and eventually pushes it*
Lithaladhwen: I...*blinks* am not going to think about that.
PapatymisonN: FAR FAR awy.
PapatymisonN: *away
PapatymisonN: (Dangit! Gods do NOT MAKE TYPOES!)
Lithaladhwen: Whatever you say, my lord. *shakes her head to clear it*
PapatymisonN: ... my faaaaaaaavourite floor is next.
PapatymisonN: Like, I LOVE this floor.
PapatymisonN: Try and guess what it is.
Lithaladhwen: I can't even begin to guess. After what I just watched you eat, my lord, I prefer not to question it. *little smile*
PapatymisonN: Was it that bad?
PapatymisonN: I love those little things...
Lithaladhwen: Well, no one can stop you from eating them. Obviously.
Lithaladhwen: I just... find myself less than interested in them. Apologies.
PapatymisonN: It's fine. Everyone's got to have an opinion.
PapatymisonN: ... though I COULD make it part of doctrine...
Lithaladhwen: You could. And if you did, I'd eat them. But I would rather you left it unregulated.
PapatymisonN: That seems fair.
Lithaladhwen: *sigh of semi-relief*
PapatymisonN: *DING*
PapatymisonN: We're heeere. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: IM: Dodged a greasy and weird bullet there.
PapatymisonN: And I was kidding.
PapatymisonN: *the doors open, and Resh drops in!*
PapatymisonN: *Yes. That's right.*
PapatymisonN: *Reshtaha, Lord of Death, King of the Damned and Blessed, Ruler of All The Underworld...*
PapatymisonN: *Has devoted an entire floor of his headquarters to a giant skatepark*
Lithaladhwen: My lord... what is this?
PapatymisonN: *does a 360 mute off a ramp* It's called a skatepark!
Lithaladhwen: That's... actually rather impressive.
PapatymisonN: *it's like a giant, oblong pool, with ramps, funboxes, stairs with rails, you name it*
PapatymisonN: *all in white with black and red trim*
PapatymisonN: *1080 Japan Air!*
Lithaladhwen: *watches all this with some measure of curiosity*
Lithaladhwen: How long has this been here?
PapatymisonN: *50-50 grinds a rail*
Lithaladhwen: *smirks because her god is goofy*
PapatymisonN: A while.
Lithaladhwen: *spoken suddenly and without warning* I'm sorry if I doubted you.
Lithaladhwen: But I don't want to talk about it beyond that. Okay?
Lithaladhwen: *eyes on her shoes*
PapatymisonN: *and finishes his routine in the elevator*
PapatymisonN: I know.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs and shrugs with her head if not her shoulders*
PapatymisonN: *the doors close, and he lets his board slip into the park before they do so*
Lithaladhwen: (OMGZ trapped in an elevator with death)
PapatymisonN: Tenth floor.
PapatymisonN: Please.
Lithaladhwen: *glances over*
Lithaladhwen: *pushes relevant buttons wherever they may be found*
PapatymisonN: *and up they go*
PapatymisonN: *Resh is letting the moment be silent*
PapatymisonN: *ding.*
Lithaladhwen: *still quiet*
PapatymisonN: *and the doors open to a hallway, lined with books*
Lithaladhwen: *looks out into the hallway*
PapatymisonN: This is my office.
PapatymisonN: *enters* C'mon in.
Lithaladhwen: What's in your library? You've... got quite a collection.
Lithaladhwen: *follows him*
PapatymisonN: It's... the Records.
Lithaladhwen: *eyebrow* I can hear the capital letter there.
PapatymisonN: Heh. It's... the ledger of every life, everywhere.
PapatymisonN: A journal of their existence.
Lithaladhwen: *head tilt* Now that's... really something.
Lithaladhwen: Who reads them? Just you?
PapatymisonN: *if you look up, you cannot see the top. It goes up for what must be miles*
Lithaladhwen: *That's a dizzying fuckton of books.*
PapatymisonN: Oh, if I'm bored. They're really for Kevin, when you arrive.
Lithaladhwen: Does that poor man ever sleep?
PapatymisonN: Nope.
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
PapatymisonN: Nasty habit. He decided to quit.
Lithaladhwen: Good for him.
Lithaladhwen: Unfortunately I don't think I'd have the same luck. And I like sleep anyway.
PapatymisonN: (And then when he told people to do things, they did them! And it made a Halloween party go NUTTY!)
Lithaladhwen: (....)
PapatymisonN: (I'll tell you later.)
Lithaladhwen: (You should do that. It sounds weird and fun.)
PapatymisonN: ... oh. Wanna see James' Record?
Lithaladhwen: ....I think I'll let him tell me whatever he wants me to know.
Lithaladhwen: But thank you anyway, my lord.
PapatymisonN: ... I want to show you at least ONE...
Lithaladhwen: Okay, um. I don't know. Show me...show me my father's.
PapatymisonN: Hmmm... Let's see. *does a triple leap off of the shelves, nabs a book, and lands softly*
Lithaladhwen: ....
PapatymisonN: Here we go.
PapatymisonN: *on the cover, you can see what he's doing at that moment...*
Lithaladhwen: *probably either drinking or shooting someone*
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
PapatymisonN: I'll put it back.
PapatymisonN: *leap leap leap! PUSHIN! land*
Lithaladhwen: No ladders?
PapatymisonN: You have no sense of fun sometimes. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *smirk* It's been suggested, yeah.
Lithaladhwen: My mother tells me I'm too serious.
PapatymisonN: She has a point.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. She would. She's my mother.
PapatymisonN: Anyways, to my ACTUAL office. *heads to a desk*
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
PapatymisonN: *oh, and that book was light grey...*
PapatymisonN: *all the books are some shade of grey... save for a few...*
PapatymisonN: *there is a sign that says Out To Lunch. A cat is guarding it.*
Lithaladhwen: ...
PapatymisonN: *it looks to Zea and twitches its whiskers*
Lithaladhwen: And... who's this, my lord?
PapatymisonN: This is Mau. Her keeper, Vivian, is gone, I guess...
Lithaladhwen: I suppose. She's lovely.
Lithaladhwen: *little salute to the cat*
PapatymisonN: When she's nice.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Always liked cats.
Lithaladhwen: And when she isn't?
PapatymisonN: Yes, she's supposed to be here, Mau... don't worry.
PapatymisonN: ...
PapatymisonN: You don't want to know.
Lithaladhwen: I see. I'll take your word on that.
PapatymisonN: Smart idea.
PapatymisonN: *the desk guards a door behind it*
PapatymisonN: *it's got a big, red R on it*
PapatymisonN: Oh, before we go in... do you want nice office or throneroom?
Lithaladhwen: *little laugh* Anyone can have a throneroom with enough money. A nice office requires taste.
Lithaladhwen: Office.
PapatymisonN: *he opens the door, and within is a nice big desk, a leather chair, pictures of his family all over the wall (don't ask what ones like Ishtar and Primaer look like... you just know it's them, even if AFTERwards, you'll be UNABLE...*
PapatymisonN: *to describe it. It's a corner office, of course, but it overlooks all of Igala, from miles above, as clouds blow over it and storms rage on the seas...*
Lithaladhwen: ...Wow. *looks around* See, I was right.
PapatymisonN: Good. *sits behind his desk* Sit down.
Lithaladhwen: *looks around one more time and sits*
PapatymisonN: ... *as solemnly as possible*
PapatymisonN: What has been bothering you?
Lithaladhwen: *bites her bottom lip and takes a moment to wrench words out of herself* You should already know without me saying. I don't know that talking about will make a difference.
Lithaladhwen: So I really would rather not. If possible.
PapatymisonN: I know. I really do.
PapatymisonN: But, really. It would hurt you to let these things go unsaid.
Lithaladhwen: *taps her heel on the floor nervously* I don't know what you want me to say.
PapatymisonN: ... alright. I'll start you off.
PapatymisonN: Why are you mad at Jethro.
PapatymisonN: ?
Lithaladhwen: *half-sigh, half-frustrated groan* Because I'm tired of being jerked around, tired of not being trusted.
Lithaladhwen: You know all of this! I'm sorry, my lord, but I don't see why this conversation is necessary.
PapatymisonN: Because if you do not say it, it will eat at you inside. And frankly, it'll take away from your devotion.
PapatymisonN: I will not have that.
Lithaladhwen: *opens her mouth and then snaps it shut again, looking down into her hands*
Lithaladhwen: *deep breath*
AngeloState606 has left the room.
Lithaladhwen: I'm sorry if this means I'm questioning you. But I feel like I deserve more credit than I get. I feel like I deserve honesty. Some... bare minimum amount of respect for the fact that I really do know what I want.
Lithaladhwen: And this is it.
Lithaladhwen: But.... I don't know how much longer I'm going to have to fight to prove that this is what I'm going to do. That I can handle it.
Lithaladhwen: That bothers me.
Lithaladhwen: I have faith in you. I do.
Lithaladhwen: You know that.
Lithaladhwen: But someday someone is ....
Lithaladhwen: *bites her lip*
Lithaladhwen: Someone's going to have to start putting faith in me.
Lithaladhwen: How long am I going to wait?
PapatymisonN: ... *smiles that serene, godly smile*
PapatymisonN: *gets out from behind the desk*
PapatymisonN: If you want, that day is today.
PapatymisonN: I have always had faith in you.
Lithaladhwen: *closes her eyes and looks down to keep from crying*
Lithaladhwen: Then why have we been playing games all this time?
Lithaladhwen: Why hasn't... *head shake*
Lithaladhwen: I don't know.
PapatymisonN: ... look.
PapatymisonN: My followers are not perfect. Jethro thought the secrecy would be beneficial.
PapatymisonN: Obviously, he was wrong.
PapatymisonN: From here on out, I will ensure you are given the respect you deserve. You have most certainly earned it.
Lithaladhwen: *nods, still staring down at her hands*
PapatymisonN: ... and I'll see about my reapers gawking at you when they meet you. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *looks up, her confusion replacing an apparently urgent battle not to cry*
Lithaladhwen: Gawking?
PapatymisonN: You seemed annoyed whenever someone said,
PapatymisonN: Ooh! Look! It's the not dead reaper! We expect INCREDIBLE things from you!
Lithaladhwen: *smiles.... and laughs*
Lithaladhwen: Okay.
PapatymisonN: Good.
PapatymisonN: And really, whatever happens, know that my faith in you will never fail or wane.
Lithaladhwen: *nods again* Okay.
Lithaladhwen: Okay.
PapatymisonN: Anything else on your mind?
Lithaladhwen: *head shake* That was.... that was pretty much it.
PapatymisonN: Alright. Anything else you'd like to see?
Lithaladhwen: No. Is there anything else you wanted to show me?
PapatymisonN: Not today.
PapatymisonN: ... Oh. One last thing.
Lithaladhwen: Yes?
PapatymisonN: *hands her a scroll with a timesheet on it, with names, locations, and forms of death*
PapatymisonN: That's your schedule for this week.
Lithaladhwen: *slow grin*
Lithaladhwen: (And where are these locations?)
PapatymisonN: (In and around Doma City.)
Lithaladhwen: (Keen.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anybody she knows?)
PapatymisonN: I expect everyone reaped on time.
PapatymisonN: (Nope. Not this time.)
Lithaladhwen: Top priority.
Lithaladhwen: There's really nothing else more important that I could be doing.
Lithaladhwen: Is there.
Lithaladhwen: *smile*
PapatymisonN: *smiles back*
PapatymisonN: I'd better get you home. *opens the door to his office*
Lithaladhwen: *nod* James will probably think I've wandered off and been killed by my colleagues again.
Lithaladhwen: I should let him know I'm okay. *smirk*
PapatymisonN: *it's her house. The front door.*
PapatymisonN: Took the liberty of having time stopped this time.
PapatymisonN: He won't know you were gone.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* That's convenient.
Lithaladhwen: I'm ...going to go.
PapatymisonN: I think so.
Lithaladhwen: *turns and looks over her shoulder* Thank you.
PapatymisonN: Thank YOU.
PapatymisonN: You remind me why I like humans.
Lithaladhwen: I see. *looks down, smiles to herself, and walks through the door*
PapatymisonN: *it shuts behind her*
PapatymisonN: *and when she enters... she'll smell something slightly familiar... she's smelled it today.*
PapatymisonN: *on her kitchen table lies a white bag, with ten slyders with cheese within*
PapatymisonN: *and attached is a note that says, "Eat them, throw them away, feed them to cats, I don't care... just TRY ONE! :P -R*
Lithaladhwen: .....*sighs*
Lithaladhwen: *shouts* James! I brought dinner!
Lithaladhwen: IM: Let him eat them. He's a man. That's what they're for.
Lithaladhwen: </Zea>
PapatymisonN: </rp>
PapatymisonN: ... the Silk Road beckons.
PapatymisonN: I'll be around!
Lithaladhwen: Okay!
PapatymisonN has left the room.
Besyanteo has left the room.
CGNakibe: I did not know the God of Death was a lover of cheese.
Lithaladhwen: He loves many things, apparently.
CGNakibe: Including some gross things. >:{ I saw the Slyders.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, that was gross.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
Lithaladhwen: G'night!
CGNakibe: Night!
CGNakibe has left the room.