#3: Confections and Reversion.

[sinistralofdeath]

[A: Action / 459 Stone Street]
[It was like any other normal Sunday for Erim. She awoke, made her drone children a meager breakfast of cornflakes and milk, and rolled her eyes once more at their seemingly earnest praise of her pouring skills. Going upstairs, she changes into her normal attire and heads back downstairs, ready for another walk about town.]

[Today, however, is different. A plate of chocolate cookies lay on the kitchen table. The silver haired woman regards them dubiously for a second, but decides to make herself some tea and perhaps read a novel. Traveling can be exciting, yes, but a break once in a while does not hurt anyone, does it?]

[The tea is done, and Erim slowly begins to munch on one of the treats. It is soon gone and she eats another, and then another.]

[And suddenly she is left wondering why she is here.]

This house… a human house. Disgusting. Why am I here? A place such as this is of zero consequence to I, the Goddess of Death!

[Tossing the book aside and letting the tea cup fall from where her hand holds it—which happens to be midair—the goddess kicks off her black heels and attempts to rip her pantyhose. When that proves fruitless, she grabs a knife and cuts them off; the mangled shreds fall from her.]

((OoC: Anyone Erim has invited over can drop on by, and of course the residents of this home are quite welcome to respond.))

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[B: Action / John Doe Park]

[A barefoot woman with silver hair approaches with a stern look on her face.]

You. I cannot sense your energy waves as this place has rendered me powerless. Tell me, are you mortal?

[After all, a goddess isn’t a goddess unless she has people to worship her. Of course, other higher beings will be regarded instantly as allies.]

Comments

B

[woodsiequeen]

[Viktoria watches the woman with curiosity from behind a tree. Once she's addressed directly, she's so taken aback by how stern and direct this lady is that all she can do is giggle most unhelpfully and shy away.]

[sinistralofdeath]

[Her face falls as she looks at the other with mild distaste.]

Are you only capable of laughter? Then you are of no use to me.

[woodsiequeen]

[She giggles some more, but she doesn't want the funny lady to go away yet.]

I speaksie just fine. See?

[sinistralofdeath]

Indeed you do. Then… what are you?

[Erim’s patience is growing thin, but at the same time she is intrigued.]

[woodsiequeen]

Ams the woodsie folk! You's not, and you says you's not a manflesh, too. Be thee what then?

[sinistralofdeath]

I am Erim, the Goddess of Death.

[Even in her current state, she is taken off-guard by this… woodsie folk’s manner of speech.]

[woodsiequeen]

No goddess that I's ever hearsie of! One god that I know, the woodsie lord he be. What I sees before me is not he.

[Is she calling you a fake? maaaaaybe.]

[sinistralofdeath]

There are many gods; surely you’ve heard of Runa or Arek the Absolute.

[Erim would’ve refrained from asking were she sound of mind, but alas! She is not.]

The God of Regeneration? The God of Order? Perhaps the God of Joy?

[Though it was quite unlikely she has.]

[woodsiequeen]

[Look who's giggling again.]

Those be funny names, but none that I knows! The Trickster bes all of those things, and more.

[sinistralofdeath]

[A Trickster? Has he taken the guise of her brothers and lord? And what of Runa - was she under his command as well? It brings the Goddess of Death great alarm.]

This Trickster, he is not here, is he?

[woodsiequeen]

[She giggles again- apparently that's extra funny.]

This place knowsie not the Woodsie Lord! It bes all fakesie and dead. He would never come here!

[sinistralofdeath]

I... I see. [Strangeness upon strangeness.]

This is... good to know. [She thinks.]