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Joviziah leaned back as more of the gods (and the goddess) filtered in. Kalliste he had had the honor of meeting her only once or twice, which in a god's lifespan meant practically never. Love had never been his things. He travelled through dreams, but his domain was nightmares; he only knew of love in a secondhand manner, and frankly it didn't seem his type of thing in any case. He had been told she was beautiful; he, never one for attraction to others, didn't see it. Of course, she was a goddess; that in itself demanded some respect. Her attendant, not so much. He liked the un-divine too, but generally not as equals.
Xai... there was a sort of respect there, too, and not just for being a god. He was a brute, to put it one way, and generally not tactful, but he was dependable. You needed something gone, you called Xai. Or at least provoked the target civilization to make some sort of offensive statement about him. Like poor Dakkistan. They might've deserved it, but what a fiasco that had been. And, even if Joviziah didn't like it, he was sort of like him. Joviziah might be far less violent, but he was not well versed in subtle manners when something was to be done too. Subtlety was for Gold.
Lycros, now, he had always seemed a moderately not rotten apple in the divine bunch. Joviziah liked memories; he held onto his as best as he could, and when he went dreamwalking, he caught many of the memories of dreamers. There had been that thing, a while back (which for him either meant a decade, a century, or millenia). A mortal? He hadn't been paying attention much at the time; rumors among his agents, not much more. But Lycros never seemed too bad. He hoped it had ended well for him.
Joviziah took another drag of his cigarette. He knew why they were here; it was the only possibility he could see. All these gods, with either no experience or negative ones? These meetings were not exactly an annual occurence, much less once a century for that matter. Of course, he had been paranoid about the return of the Demi-God for awhile now. Maybe it was just him.
(@TyranntX)
"Somewhere in California," he said, directing his comment to Xai. "A gathering of strong warriors, a few with abilities of thr unique variety. A good recruiting ground, from what I hear." He had thought of betting in the tournament, but seeing Gold and Gorron again was making him reconsider. Gold always seemed to bet right, and Gorron had a way with warriors, to put it simply.
Xai... there was a sort of respect there, too, and not just for being a god. He was a brute, to put it one way, and generally not tactful, but he was dependable. You needed something gone, you called Xai. Or at least provoked the target civilization to make some sort of offensive statement about him. Like poor Dakkistan. They might've deserved it, but what a fiasco that had been. And, even if Joviziah didn't like it, he was sort of like him. Joviziah might be far less violent, but he was not well versed in subtle manners when something was to be done too. Subtlety was for Gold.
Lycros, now, he had always seemed a moderately not rotten apple in the divine bunch. Joviziah liked memories; he held onto his as best as he could, and when he went dreamwalking, he caught many of the memories of dreamers. There had been that thing, a while back (which for him either meant a decade, a century, or millenia). A mortal? He hadn't been paying attention much at the time; rumors among his agents, not much more. But Lycros never seemed too bad. He hoped it had ended well for him.
Joviziah took another drag of his cigarette. He knew why they were here; it was the only possibility he could see. All these gods, with either no experience or negative ones? These meetings were not exactly an annual occurence, much less once a century for that matter. Of course, he had been paranoid about the return of the Demi-God for awhile now. Maybe it was just him.
(@TyranntX)
"Somewhere in California," he said, directing his comment to Xai. "A gathering of strong warriors, a few with abilities of thr unique variety. A good recruiting ground, from what I hear." He had thought of betting in the tournament, but seeing Gold and Gorron again was making him reconsider. Gold always seemed to bet right, and Gorron had a way with warriors, to put it simply.