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All my creations are precious to me. Rank: Nobody Housing: District Epsilon Ability: retain the ability to heal minor wounds up to three times per day. citta alveare

[berserkerofgold]

     They were nice shoes. Normally, it’d be reasonable for someone to get upset over someone ruining their good shoes. Mad over it, even. But him?

     With a frown on his face, he looked down at his shoes– and proceeded to gaze back up at the God before him, squinting from behind his shades. Did he look annoyed? Yes, he did. … But quickly, a grin grew across his features.

“Don’t worry about it! Shoes are shoes, yeah?! They’re nice, but they aren’t exactly GOLDEN, you know?! So don’t worry about it at all! … Though.”

“Your clothes are kinda plain. What’s with that? You gotta wear gold, y’know?!”

[creationofwhite]

    From just a few words, the god could only assume the other’s favorite color was most likely gold. 

When he grinned, they responded with a smile back and laughed lightly. He was amusing, and friendly enough-- oh wait. Alright, maybe not as friendly seeing as how he sort of lowkey insulted their clothing. What was wrong about wearing white and gray robes? It was a symbol of purity! Of their divinity.

 † I see.. Well, gold is usually a symbol of higher status and greed... As a a God, I can’t let my people think of me as anything but pure and trustworthy. However, are my robes really that... plain looking? †

[creationofwhite]

<> berserkerofgold <>

    Well what a unique character.

Etihw wasn’t one to judge though (seeing as they had diamonds floating around their head), and it wasn’t the time for it- no, they had to apologize to this... unique looking person. (Okay well that’s an understatement, seeing as how most of the angels and demons in their world had odd colored hair and were just plain weird.) 

Reason for apology? Accidentally stepped on the other’s shoe while they weren’t watching where they were going. Not being able to float was really getting on the god’s nerves.

  † I'm sorry! It seems I wasn't paying much attention where I was going... I do hope I didn't ruin your shoes. †

[creationofwhite]

<> opticallyenhanced <>

  † Oh, the mister that has the same presence as my head angel? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? †

    The god carefully made their way to the mortal-- or whatever they were supposed to be. By looks, the god could only assume they were a normal human. Ah, whatever that didn’t matter, right now they needed to go back to talking to their new friend..

And question them more about their world.

[spxrkitup-deactivated20160729]

-✫- She paused, looking a little confused by the other’s words. Didn’t they understand? The fire was her friend, there wasn’t anything more where she came from. Nevertheless, without flames on her, Willow stooped, putting the jacket on, and letting it engulf her. 

“Oh, sure. My friend’s easy though, just the lighter. Who’s your’s?” 

[creationofwhite]

   They let out a laugh, amused by the girl’s words. So fire was her friend, maybe they should have remembered that, but either way it was pretty obvious that it wasn’t her only friend. Once the jacket was put on, it was clearly obvious.

 † He’s a big scary man who is absolutely shy. He has horns and a long black coat! †

[spxrkitup-deactivated20160729]

-✫- She hadn’t expected to see the other again, for some reason. The sight though, was a nice change, and without much thought at all, Willow smiled, hair up in flames, and a bundle of sticks beginning to form a torch. Nevertheless, she tossed it aside, shaking her head until the flames fell apart. 

“Just a little. A jacket’s nice and all, but I miss my old friend.” 

[creationofwhite]

    Jacket? Hearing that, they glanced over at the neatly folded, and very familiar, black jacket. A thought crossed their mind but they shook it away-- Kcalb was not a social butterfly, so it was very unlikely.

  † I miss my old friend as well. Maybe we can look for the both of them, yes? †

[creationofwhite]

<> spxrkitup <>

The fire child again. Whatever they were doing really shouldn’t interest the God, they had better things to do such as sleep and maybe walk around the town some more. Yet here they were, standing in front of the child with a small smile on their face.

   † Playing with fire again, miss? †

[creationofwhite]

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[dragonradars-deactivated2015082]

★  At least they seemed to take it well. A small sigh of relief escapes Bulma as her frightened expression eased. They even laughed! “Phew.. What a relief. The last thing I need right now is to pay for someone’s medical bill.” 

The proposal of buying them something caught Bulma slightly off guard - was this some sort of mooch act? An eye begins to twitch slightly and the teen can feel her heart pumping faster, ready to unleash a harsh mouthful of words —

But then she remembers she has no idea about anyone in this city or their powers. They could probably eradicate her immediately. Little shit.

“.. Sure.” A slightly forced smile. “Let’s go get you something.”

[creationofwhite]

         Oh? The god expected for the other to outright reject the suggestion-- anyone would really--but instead they had agreed to treat them. What a kind soul, the god was sure to repay them eventually.

With a clap of their hands, they smiled brightly and began rambling on about a shop nearby:

    † I’m not much of a cake person, or sweets in general... But I have been craving them for some time now, so maybe just buying me a sweet would do just fine? †

[destructionofblack]

”……”

”D-Don’t… move… okay?”

And there it was. A brief kiss. And then his face blushing so much that he had to hide his face.

[creationofwhite]

The feeling of the lips were only there for a few seconds-- possibly less, before they let out a big smile and wrapped their arms around the taller demon.

“Adorable!”

[spxrkitup-deactivated20160729]

-✫-   Pausing, she continued looking through her pockets, finding nothing of use in there. A small sigh, and a shake of her head. Not even a morsel— how was anything was supposed to get set up like that? Useless! 

“I hunt and gather everything myself. I can keep doing that— it’s fine, just swell.” 

-✫- This didn’t seem trustworthy, she didn’t like the sound of it, how motherly the other was trying to be. Recoiling, she moved to clutch at her lighter like it was a comforting toy, brows knitting together. 

“I don’t know. He made it, I survived it— not in one piece, but i’m obviously here.”

[creationofwhite]

       Perhaps a different approach will get the kid to understand? They didn’t step forward or step back, keeping a distance from the girl. This was a wildnerness child, and while Etihw was a patient and king god (a lie, they’re just plain lazy) they did have their limits.

   † It was an offer, but if you are so sure, then go ahead. Do you at least know where you’re living? †

[opticallyenhanced]

“Your people… I imagine when you mean that, you mean those who worship you, yes?”

This was a situation that felt so surreal. Yet so real at the same time. It was too uncomfortable for him. Well too much uncomfortable.

“Ah, what do I do? Well… I’m a surgeon. Of sorts.”

[creationofwhite]

  † Yes, my worshipers. Though that’s how it was back then, now I live with my people in their village. †

         Surgeon of some sorts? How vague, and mysterious. If his plan was to get them curious and interested, then they have accomplished it. 

   † What type exactly? If you don’t go into details, I might misunderstand some things. †

[prudentias]

     ❝ They are quite strange, but I find it fascinating to learn about them as well, ❞

[creationofwhite]

  † Back home we didn’t have celebrations like this-- similar but not to this extent. Etihw is my name, and you are? †

[destructionofblack]

”I’m poor.”

[creationofwhite]

[destructionofblack]

”…………………………I don’t have a kitchen to make the chocolate hearts.”

[creationofwhite]

“They have stores!”

[creationofwhite]

Wooow! Everyone is getting chocolates from their loved ones.

[rocmaul]

Rocma tenses her shoulders at being addressed so suddenly but relaxes (slightly…slightly) when it turns out to be nothing. A strange scent…when was the last time you ever graced the frozen North, God?

“…Hmph. Do you know another polar bear, is that it?”

[creationofwhite]

              A shy one, the god assumed. The way the polar bear held themselves, a bit guarded and reserved, it just made them think more of the demon! Would their reactions be the same? Well... 

It would be a very interesting experiment.

   † Not a polar bear, but he does act like one. Both of you are pretty cute. †

[opticallyenhanced]

“Etihw? You mean White? Well, I’m not going to question a name, especially if you call yourself a god. Still… I can’t help but imagine how silly a name that is.”

It was a conversation definitely veering to the stranger than usual. What a sort of situation it was. But Shalem was feeling he was getting himself distracted.

“And the name’s Shalem, by the way. Nothing more, nothing less.”

[creationofwhite]

 † I find the name Shalem rather silly. My name was not chosen by me, but by my people. †

          The man, Shalem, seemed way too serious for this poor god.They were probably skeptical about them being a god still, but what kind of proof should they show?

  † Shalem, correct? What is it that you do exactly? †