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[Dusk is the perfect time to be hanging out on the castle wall with a bowl of ice cream sundae, right? Right. Carrie looks happy enough about it, anyway. One leg's folded under her, the other kicks contentedly against the stone wall, and she's totally savoring the crap out of that ice cream. The journal's sitting next to her for easy perusal/dictation!]

Free ice cream. Definitely the best part about this place. [the clink of spoon-against-bowl.] Figure this place ain't all bad. Any other favorites?

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[he laughs.] Oh, yes. Samson, the god of Gratuitous Bloodshed.

Got tricked by the god of the Underworld into chopping off his daughter's hands. After she left, it was only a matter of time until he snapped and took the ax to his wife too. About halfway through his sixth village massacre, the god of Astronomical Things turned him into a set of stars so that he'd fuck off and leave humanity alone.

But they say, when another star gets too close to the blade of his ax... It disappears forever.

[...said with a straight face, of course.]

Edited 2010-08-22 01:40 (UTC)

[totally nodding sagely here. oh, that story, yes, yes, what a classic.]

And... that one. [another point.] A really tall spud on a pony, I'd figure. What're their stories?

Now that one... Reyvan, the god of Voyages. Supposedly, if you pray to him before you leave, you'll have good luck until you reach your destination.

He started out as a demigod who would sail the world and trick pretty girls into marrying him for his vast fortune. He'd always sail off on the wedding day, leaving the poor women high and dry and feeling very foolish.

But the gods weren't having that, so they told him they'd send him to the Underworld if he didn't shape up. To do this, he was sent through a series of challenges... You know, slaying a lion. Destroying a temple. Killing some Persians. When asked by the Fates what he most wished for, he said he wanted a guiding constellation made in his image so that he'd stop getting lost all the time.

The horse is named Victor. He plays bingo on Tuesdays.

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[...okay she's gotta crack a grin at that one, and drops her head down again to hide it]

You're not half bad at this. Figure they should've put you in charge of it all in the first place.

It'd certainly give everything more of a nighttime-television feel.

[noms some more ice cream.] The trick's just to use what's already there.

[following suit, because that would just be terrible if it melted before she could finish it]

How long've you been here?

Closer to two and a half years.

[that's so impressive 8( she takes a second or two to try and imagine that buuuut nope, can't do it.]

Would you go home if you could?

[he thinks on this for a moment, since it's kind of complicated.]

Not at the moment. My world can wait. There's nothing interesting going on there right now anyway.

[a thoughtful nod]

Lucky for you then, huh?

Something like that.

[she's quiet a second or two, then glances up at him]

So what's so interesting about here?

The people, definitely.

[he looks back out over the castle grounds.]

Vampires are interesting from a human perspective, but when you've been one of them for eight-hundred years, you realize that the lot of them are usually bores or trash not worth your time. But here, there are all sorts of interesting people.

Sometimes the powers-that-be will put on a good show, too. Those aren't bad.

[well, she can certainly agree with the 'people' part of everything being awesome.]

So, in eight-hundred years, who's the most interesting one on your list?

Hm?

[he has to think about that for a while. he's met a lot of people.]

There were a lot of interesting people around during the Renaissance. Here, I've met robots and aliens and a number of powerful beings beyond anything I would have previously thought possible... At the time, however, I think my Sire was the most interesting.

You feel like talking about him? Because I figure I wouldn't mind listening.

[and anyone Zelman thinks is interesting must be pretty awesome]

[what is with Carrie and making him think? though he comes to this conclusion fairly quickly.]

Not tonight. Some other time, perhaps.

Ah. [she looks disappointed for about a half a second, but hey, she'll deal.]

I'd offer a trade, only-- [frowning, cutting herself off. she hadn't meant to start that train of thought. QUICK COVER UP TIME.] --uh, it's getting late. Figure my storytelling wouldn't be too great.