He can't help but laugh, a palm lifting up in some gesture of placidity.]
My apologies, then. No offense meant. I just don't like to assume.
[Not that his question is entirely simple. But he can get to that later. Indulgence has spoken their mind, so he might as well do what he said he would.
He turns it to one side, where a simple latch opens up a panel inside the box. At the flick of a switch, it starts up, playing a pleasant little melody. It's not overtly complicated - Guy's a tinkerer and not a musician, after all - but it plays its song smoothly and settles back down to silence with a low whirr as Guy turns it off.]
Nothing fancy, I'm afraid. Improving on it wouldn't be a problem, I would just need some time. Might not be the smartest use of it around here, given what's going on, but hey, I'd enjoy it.
...
That's why I figured it could be a start. If I've chosen to align with you, I might as well figure out what that means to you, right?
[And he got their attention, so that's at least a good step in... some direction, anyway.]
[Considering they've clearly never seen such a contraption. It's pretty obvious that this god isn't all that typically easy to please.]
So, you want to know what I'm all about, that's it? What with this whole charade and what's in it for me?
[With the music box turned off, Indulgence spins it on a finger. Their hands are nimble, and it doesn't waver or topple before it gets stashed inside their robes.]
You should see the world. Disaster with a Capital-D.
Like, a whole pantheon of untrained, classless know-it-alls flinging around their powers like they know a thing about how to run the world kind of disaster. But, ah, news flash, the whole place is a wasteland of conflict.
But I know how to run the world. It's kind of my thing, it's what I do. Only I can't do it right now while everyone else keeps bowling me over and undermining my decisions. Really puts a cramp in my style.
And how would you run the world? I'd imagine the others have plenty of ways to make things frustrating, but it sounds like you'd have pretty firm ideas of what does and doesn't work.
[Eeeeehhhh...Indulgence stares blankly at Guy for a long moment.]
Different. But at our core, we have some like-minded ways of thinking. When you really get going about the things you like, it can feel almost like nothing else is half as interesting. So, you help me live the way I want, I help you live the way you want. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself.
Right. Lucky me. [He sighs, letting the tension drop from his shoulders. Getting worked up wasn't going to help things here, especially when he didn't have enough information to actually work with.]
...Well, his own alignment shouldn't be the issue. It's the rest I have to wonder about. But I'll have to figure that out on my own. [Luke used to be such an open book to him for so long. He likes to think things could drop right back to the way they were.
But who is he kidding, really?
He lets his hands drop back to his side, fingers resting idly on the blade at his hip.]
That's all I had to ask of you for now, I suppose. Did you have any questions for me?
[Practically a peacock, Indulgence struts slowly around the closest edge of the pool, balancing with ease along the slippery tiled edge.]
I don't expect to be the one doing any of the work here. I mean, that's what followers are to a God, am I right? But still, I'm not totally clueless. I'm pragmatic enough to understand that if I want to get, I've gotta give.
[Spinning around in a flourish, he snaps his fingers and shoots a finger-gun Guy's way.]
Now all us Gods, we got our specialties, right? One better suited to help with certain difficulties, yadda yadda, something for everyone. Well, none of the rest of them is gonna deliver the way I can deliver, so keep that in mind when you're trying to crack a deal around this place.
Follow my lead, and anything you ask for, you got it, babe.
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If? I'm a generous and benevolent ruler of the people, of course I can answer a simple question or two.
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He can't help but laugh, a palm lifting up in some gesture of placidity.]
My apologies, then. No offense meant. I just don't like to assume.
[Not that his question is entirely simple. But he can get to that later. Indulgence has spoken their mind, so he might as well do what he said he would.
He turns it to one side, where a simple latch opens up a panel inside the box. At the flick of a switch, it starts up, playing a pleasant little melody. It's not overtly complicated - Guy's a tinkerer and not a musician, after all - but it plays its song smoothly and settles back down to silence with a low whirr as Guy turns it off.]
Nothing fancy, I'm afraid. Improving on it wouldn't be a problem, I would just need some time. Might not be the smartest use of it around here, given what's going on, but hey, I'd enjoy it.
...
That's why I figured it could be a start. If I've chosen to align with you, I might as well figure out what that means to you, right?
[And he got their attention, so that's at least a good step in... some direction, anyway.]
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[Considering they've clearly never seen such a contraption. It's pretty obvious that this god isn't all that typically easy to please.]
So, you want to know what I'm all about, that's it? What with this whole charade and what's in it for me?
[With the music box turned off, Indulgence spins it on a finger. Their hands are nimble, and it doesn't waver or topple before it gets stashed inside their robes.]
You should see the world. Disaster with a Capital-D.
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Disaster, huh. That's a loaded word.
Care to explain?
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[Indulgence finally stands, stretching luxuriously.]
But I know how to run the world. It's kind of my thing, it's what I do. Only I can't do it right now while everyone else keeps bowling me over and undermining my decisions. Really puts a cramp in my style.
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And how would you run the world? I'd imagine the others have plenty of ways to make things frustrating, but it sounds like you'd have pretty firm ideas of what does and doesn't work.
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Sure I do! I'm royalty born and raised. Running things is how I roll, baby. A good old walk in the park.
[With a self-assured laugh, the god shrugs.]
And once the others have all finally recognized me, I'll give them their own positions beneath me. Like I said, benevolent.
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He's nothing if not a good poker face though so carry on]
Uh-huh. You definitely have the confidence.
Why approach someone like me about all this? I imagine you thought I could be useful.
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[Eeeeehhhh...Indulgence stares blankly at Guy for a long moment.]
Different. But at our core, we have some like-minded ways of thinking. When you really get going about the things you like, it can feel almost like nothing else is half as interesting. So, you help me live the way I want, I help you live the way you want. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself.
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Guy falls silent as he crosses his arms across his chest, losing a bit of that smile for something more neutral.]
And I'll take it you know what I want, then.
So you should probably already know what I'm going to ask next, right?
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[So this one doesn't have to do the, you know, leg work.]
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Why the hell is Luke here?
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He's here because he wanted to be here. Everybody wants something. And as long as there's want, there's a reason to be here.
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[look
he's had a long weekend ok let him swear a little]
He hates spilling blood. What could he even want badly enough to--
[...Mmm. No, he answered his question, but he doesn't like some of the implications of the answer he just came up with and it shows on his face.
Inhale. Exhale.]
-- though I guess that doesn't matter, right? If I don't win, if he doesn't win... if the god we've chosen doesn't win, then it's all for nothing.
I help you get your life, and you help me get mine. That's the deal.
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[Unbothered by Guy's evident moral dilemma, the god crosses their arms behind their head, a perfect picture of leisure.]
So first thing's first: you gotta get yourselves on the same team if you want to get what you both want.
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...Well, his own alignment shouldn't be the issue. It's the rest I have to wonder about. But I'll have to figure that out on my own. [Luke used to be such an open book to him for so long. He likes to think things could drop right back to the way they were.
But who is he kidding, really?
He lets his hands drop back to his side, fingers resting idly on the blade at his hip.]
That's all I had to ask of you for now, I suppose. Did you have any questions for me?
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[Practically a peacock, Indulgence struts slowly around the closest edge of the pool, balancing with ease along the slippery tiled edge.]
I don't expect to be the one doing any of the work here. I mean, that's what followers are to a God, am I right? But still, I'm not totally clueless. I'm pragmatic enough to understand that if I want to get, I've gotta give.
[Spinning around in a flourish, he snaps his fingers and shoots a finger-gun Guy's way.]
Now all us Gods, we got our specialties, right? One better suited to help with certain difficulties, yadda yadda, something for everyone. Well, none of the rest of them is gonna deliver the way I can deliver, so keep that in mind when you're trying to crack a deal around this place.
Follow my lead, and anything you ask for, you got it, babe.