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God of the Spark
Just what had been going on. He hadn't heard from the Basin in... well, time is a funny thing, now isn't it? Especially for one who can just slip into the time stream, and end up where ever he likes. Really, he might hop backwards, making the appropriate answer to his question of, Just where the fuck are all of you, actually seem quite trivial. Then again, judging by his current surroundings, a few seasons had passed since he had last been called down.
They did have a Haruspex didn't they? There was...well, let's see...That old one. Then there was the idiot who broke the mirror - of course he wasn't a Haruspex and then...well, then there was the pretty one - the one with the attitude. Ugh. How he hated when they had attitude...but who came next? Had the leaders not even bothered to elect a new one? And didn't he get a say in these matters? He was the fucking god of time after all. Did they think they were so impregnable up here, hidden away behind the mountains, that they didn't need him? He was of course pleased that he hadn't been bothered, but really, they should be bothering him. They should be needing him. Perhaps he'd have to open up a rift in time deep within the mountain, and cause an avalanche. Maybe then they'd pay attention.
Appear out of thin air, the stout stallion looked around the snowscape. Huffing loudly and dramatically at the lack of fervent worshipers, he decided to try again. Not a second later, the God had winked out of existence, silently and completely. In the sky, lightning churned and ignited the clouds. Swirls of purple and blue began to form, as a fierce electrical storm began to dance and sway. The air sizzled with a feeling of tangible electricity, causing static to wreak havoc on the manes and tails of all around. A bolt of lightning - of such size that it could surely cause significant damage should any be too close - erupted brightly, heralding the arrival of the God, who, stepped neatly from the time rift once again. The air smelled sweetly of petrichor, even though there was no rain.
"HARUSPEX" His voice boomed. Of course he could have chosen to step through the mirror like he was supposed to, rather than appearing in the middle of no where. Actually, he could have chosen to appear to the Haruspex directly; he was the fucking time god after all. But no. They would come to him.
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