The goddess was doing something she liked to do best: get out and explore. This time with a definite purpose, given the new situation she suddenly found herself in. And at the very least this seemed like a fairly nice place; her area of this ‘Spirale’ city was fairly clean looking, a ‘modern’ futuristic-leaning human city aesthetic with many attractions and institutions one might expect from that description. Of course, anything she was able to discern felt so…surface-level. The thrum of soul and will, many sentiences organizing and pursuing their affairs, all clustered together to intersect was every bit as important to the Lady as the physical activity on display, and being isolated from the energy those mortal hearts spun felt…Meraki supposed the closest mortal description would be homesick, given the deity’s accustomed mode of existence. What hopes, dreams, thoughts, fears was she not privy to? What darkness and light in this place’s currents-
And that bit of existential navel-gazing got cut short as The Eternal Flower feels something slightly impact her upper body. Thankfully minor, even in this state. She looks down to see a small plastic frisbee, and a brief searching glance reveal a few children standing a bit aways awkwardly. She liked children; little balls of light and potential, so much future ahead of them to make their own. Plus there was the old divine standby of mortals in general being kinda her kids…although she’d also sorta consider them parental figures too…or maybe siblings? Her divine metaphysics were somewhat complicated. On a more important note, she waves over smiling and picks the toy up.
“Don’t worry guys, I’ll live.” She chuckles. “Get ready, I’ll pass it back!” They get a bit more distance, apparently eager to meet the challenge. That’s the spirit guys, Meraki smiles to herself as she winds up the toss. It takes until the split second after it leaves her hand to realise she probably put a tad too much arm in it, having casually applied a championship level disc toss without thinking. She was quite used to gauging applied force, having needed to hold back literally godlike power in the past, but that was something fairly distinct from managing the output of a body that could actually needed to try to achieve such mundane actions. All the Spirit could do was stare as the frisbee rockets over the children’s heads…and right into the path of a passerby if her ballpark calculus was up to par. At least it might still veer that slight bit off course…right?
“Watch out!” It was all she could currently do to shout a warning, bereft of the multiple ways of stopping or intercepting the accident normally available. This was quite embarrassing.
The city makes him claustrophobic, as do all places with gravity -- it is not natural, it is not his home. Space...is free. Free-floating, free from all the wild entanglements humans dream up for themselves. He had been home, in VEDA, free from even a corporeal body, when he found himself in this place. And, though nobody would quite realize it ( only one person had ever been able to truly read tieria erde ), he is...unstable. He is nervous, trapped. He willfully refuses to think about it, because that train of thought will only lead to upset.
Fortunately, there’s a cry interrupting him before he can begin to struggle.
He’s in the process of turning before he is clocked in the head by the offending piece of plastic, causing him to flinch. While not painful, it does spark some irritation. The toy bounces off the ground and rolls a little ways before vibrating to a collapse, and he glares at it. Turning to look at the fool who threw such a thing, he spies a woman with violet hair looking rather embarrassed on the other side of some children.
( there are too many people. this is why i hate the surface. )
He scoops the frisbee up before waiting to cross the street and return it to the children without throwing it. After answering a curt, “I’m fine,” to their concerned gazes, he finally gives his attention to his attacker.
“Do you possess not enough skill to properly
throw a round piece of plastic?”
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