#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.]

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[sinistralofdeath]

[A drone.]

[Erim had thought it was a grand plan to make them a triad, and… this woman had long ago been turned into a drone.]

[She turns the word over and over again in her mind: drone. Drone. Drone.

…Yoshika. Do you think she will be of help?

[jumpsinline]

Of course she will! Lady Seiga's the smartest person I know. [ Not that she knew many people but she's also heavily biased; even without brainwashing. ]

Why don't you ask her what you asked me?

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[Looking at the empty husk that once purportedly had the intellect of a seer, the Goddess of Death shakes her head.]

[After a moment, she speaks; what is there to lose?]

Lady Seiga, was it? A pleasure to meet you. I am Erim, the Sinistral of Death -

Oh, Mrs. Stanfield, how lovely to see you! How's the husband? How are the kids?

[Sighing, Erim continues, ignoring the questions.]

I wish to rule this pitiful village. Tell me, have you any ideas?

That's awfully strange to ask. The only ruling a woman should do is over her home. But you know, he best way into a person's heart is through their stomach! Why not try a bake sale if you'd like to make more friends?

[...It's turning out like the silver haired female had thought. Accepting lemonade when offered by the drone Seiga, Erim sighs for what feels like the umpteenth time this hour and plops down on the steps of the house.]

[jumpsinline]

[ Yoshika pays rapt attention to the exchange, missing the subtler details of what drones act like. Though Seiga was talking a little funny...

She takes her own lemonade, thanks Seiga for her advice, and sits down next to her friend-slash-co-conspirator. Though her own frown is for entirely different reasons. ] I wish she wouldn't talk about food like that. [ Yes, someone still hates this stupid living body. ]

[sinistralofdeath]

I’m in agreement. [The best course of action for now would be to give up the fight, though Erim had hoped she wouldn’t have to.]

Women ruling homes. I’d rather rule the world than run a homestead.

[jumpsinline]

Oh! That's what I wanted to ask. [ The comment only somewhat sparked something in her mind. ] What did you mean when you said you were a Sine—

Sinus—

[ Vague hand gesture. ] That thing.

[sinistralofdeath]

The Sinistrals are the Gods of Destruction, Chaos, Death, and Fear. I am that of Death.

Our name is special due to no others being like us. [Perhaps an inadequate explanation, but hopefully it will do for now.]</small.

[jumpsinline]

[ Yoshika latches on to one part and she leans in, looking excited. ] A God of death? Really? That's great!!

[ Then, just as swiftly, she deflates again. ] —oh, wait... I'm not part of the cycle anymore. The Yama told me that.

[sinistralofdeath]

Then you are immortal? [Or rather, were thanks to Mayfield.] Fortuitous indeed! My task more lays in carrying out death than seeing souls ferried or some such, yet it is my duty all the same.

An immortal… Yes, very pleasing.

[jumpsinline]

That's just a person who can get hurt but can't die, right? If that's it, then yeah, you could say that!

[sinistralofdeath]

Yet Mayfield has stripped it all from us. For what purpose? A goddess is turned to a mere human, outclassed by even mortals with a few spells.

[Another sigh as she leans back, her lustrous locks being used as a cushion against the hard wood of the stoop.]

[jumpsinline]

I don't know. No one's ever told me why we're like this, just that it happens.

[sinistralofdeath]

The most explanation I received was “We are here for someone else’s purpose.” [Or something similar to that at least.]

[Standing, the goddess decides that if she cannot find means to rule Mayfield, then ruling something smaller would have to suffice.]

Shall we be off then?

[jumpsinline]

[ Yoshika doesn't like that, and it's clear from the look on her face.

But then Erim is up, and Yoshika follows suit. ] Okay! Where are we going?

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[Erim realizes again she had made no plan. The Sinistrals really aren’t overly cunning.]

Some food perhaps? Even a goddess requires sustenance once in a while.

[And the barefoot woman pauses for a moment at that.]

The restaurant we go to will be different from the last time, yes.

[jumpsinline]

You mean we can't stay for pie? [ Seiga offered, after all... ]

[sinistralofdeath]

...If you would truly like, it's of no consequence to stay here. [The drone Seiga unnerved Erim truth be told, but free food is free food, right?]

[jumpsinline]

Yay!! Okay!! [ THEN THERE WAS PIE, and Yoshika was pleased because it was Lady Seiga's pie. Even if the conversation over it seemed to confuse her, she appeared happy in blissful obliviousness to the meaning of this strange change in her master's behavior. ]

[sinistralofdeath]

[As much as it pains her to admit, the pie is good. A bit too good, but alas, Mayfield is like this.]

What next, then...? [It could be a question, or it may just be idle wondering.]

[jumpsinline]

Next? But pie is dessert, so nothing comes next. [ One might wonder if she just has a stomach for her brain.

This is the woman you want to rule Mayfield with? ]

[sinistralofdeath]

There is always something, is there not? [And of course, food is the last thing on Erim’s mind.]

[jumpsinline]

I guess so... [ She scratches at her head a moment. Yoshika is sort of losing sight of what they were doing in the first place. ]