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10-18-2015, 06:40 AM
i am the vanguard of your destruction
“I would hope no one, but I cannot control the actions of another god or the sway and tide of battle if it falls upon us.”
At least this god bothered to answer him—worn and tired and passive-aggressive, but the God did not chide him for that. Not quite, anyway, and yet it wasn't what he had wanted. What he had longed to hear. I would hope—but Gods were fallible, and these Gods were up against other Gods, and in the ensuing mayhem.. who even knew? They could not protect everyone; would not, maybe.
So why did they do this? To liberate the lost souls of the Rift? But if they were not capable enough to destroy the Rift gods, why had they not simply asked Helovia's mortals for aid? They could've prepared—practiced—honed their skills, said their farewells, made arrangements... Come into it useful and on edge, a coherent unit instead of a mishmash of strangers charging from every direction. Mauja was still certain he'd killed that fucking colt the first time around, so why did he walk around now like nobody's business?
"I see," he simply responded, something cold and distant in his voice—not what he had meant to say, so with a frown he corrected himself. "Thank you." Earth hoped no one would die. What more could he ask for? Divine protection for all of those he held dear? It didn't work that way.
Maybe what he wanted was warning. A heads-up for the risks being brought into Helovia. Watching Earth turn to others, move on from the brooding darkness sitting in a marble statue's frozen heart, Mauja turned away too. As an individual, he was worthless to them. As part of an incoherent group, he had value.
He had never felt more alone, and with a closed-off look upon his face Mauja drifted to the edges of those gathered, finally disappearing into the shadows.
He had longed to trust Sol's promise of peace, but it had been false. So he would wait here. Wait for the Gods to begin their war again.
Wait for the sound of his heart breaking.
[ Mauja responds to the Earth God and then drifts to the sidelines. ]
At least this god bothered to answer him—worn and tired and passive-aggressive, but the God did not chide him for that. Not quite, anyway, and yet it wasn't what he had wanted. What he had longed to hear. I would hope—but Gods were fallible, and these Gods were up against other Gods, and in the ensuing mayhem.. who even knew? They could not protect everyone; would not, maybe.
So why did they do this? To liberate the lost souls of the Rift? But if they were not capable enough to destroy the Rift gods, why had they not simply asked Helovia's mortals for aid? They could've prepared—practiced—honed their skills, said their farewells, made arrangements... Come into it useful and on edge, a coherent unit instead of a mishmash of strangers charging from every direction. Mauja was still certain he'd killed that fucking colt the first time around, so why did he walk around now like nobody's business?
"I see," he simply responded, something cold and distant in his voice—not what he had meant to say, so with a frown he corrected himself. "Thank you." Earth hoped no one would die. What more could he ask for? Divine protection for all of those he held dear? It didn't work that way.
Maybe what he wanted was warning. A heads-up for the risks being brought into Helovia. Watching Earth turn to others, move on from the brooding darkness sitting in a marble statue's frozen heart, Mauja turned away too. As an individual, he was worthless to them. As part of an incoherent group, he had value.
He had never felt more alone, and with a closed-off look upon his face Mauja drifted to the edges of those gathered, finally disappearing into the shadows.
He had longed to trust Sol's promise of peace, but it had been false. So he would wait here. Wait for the Gods to begin their war again.
Wait for the sound of his heart breaking.
[ Mauja responds to the Earth God and then drifts to the sidelines. ]
