Lords of Creation (Story Thread 2)

[Philote]

"Don't play dumb, you should be able to recognize a Major-Spirit when you see one."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Oh, you're one of those, huh?" Prasim sighs, and politely stifles a yawn, "I know one of them, myself. Uburra-Namall, Goddess of Love, Beauty, Inspiration and Creativity. Maybe you know her?"

[Philote]

"The one who rules this land? Yes, I know something of her from the tournament."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Though keeping her temper, Prasim grew somewhat more defiant, "Then what should keep me from going into a cave in the land my own mother rules? I got a feeling I might like the stuff I find inside."

[Philote]

"There are some mortals in there that I would rather be left alone for their development."

"I hold quite a bit of power, I'm sure we can reach a deal."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Power, you say?" Prasim lets down her guard, slightly intrigued, "Like, say...some kinda bribe?"

[Philote]

"Not a bribe, a deal. I would like your pantheon to leave these mortals alone. They are harmless in the grand scheme of things, and your race will have a chance to grow in reaction to them."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Well, uh..." Prasim looked up, thoughtfully, "Actually, I kinda was hoping for a bribe. If you want us to leave your precious repto-folks alone, I want some stuff in return...otherwise, I can make them get a little too greedy, trip up and land before the Tribe Elders of this here city."

[Tsubasa & Wen Tien]

(1 mote previously +3 motes, Total: 4 motes)

Taro had returned to the arena the earliest and was there to hear Gilgamesh declare the start of the next match. Not long after, Kagehana came in through the shadows with Nayotake, Lady Mina, Princess Gravas, Princess Magnas, and Mikoto. Not long after, the spectators filed in as well and also with them came Princess Kyuuketsu, Princess Suna, and Princess Illusia. After them came Fuujin and Raijin. All of them looked to the arena for the fight.

[Philote]

"A bribe for you alone? I think not. I can talk with your boss myself, and she can order you away if a deal is made. Bribing you is unnecessary."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Who said a bribe for just me?" Prasim feigned shock expertly, "I meant a bribe for me and my sisters. Like I said, either that or I tell Uburra-Namall you're up to some plot against her and her people."

[Philote]

"Let's stop with the games, either of us could cause more trouble than the other wants to deal with. Take me to your boss and she can make the decision."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "My, my, somebody's got an attitude." Prasim scoffs, "Don't know how Mumsy's gonna take that."

She headed off to back into town; if Yojimbo followed or not didn't matter to her.

[Philote]

Yojimbo followed, hanging his sword over his shoulder as he walked.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

By the time Prasim returned to the town, Uburra-Namall and her twin companions (still disguised as mortals) had sent the Boquabians home to practice their arts. She nearly passed the temple to find her mother, when there came a call from the temple's steps, and she looked at the stranger curiously. She was very pretty, and seemed stately, but she was certain she didn't know her.

"Erm...who the heck are you?" Prasim eyed the Lady and her companions.

"Prasim!" Uburra-Namall stopped stifling her aura, before calling out above a whisper, "IT'S ME!"

Prasim's eyes widened; she recognized her lady, just before she cloaked her aura again, "Ah. Then, this guy wants to talk to you."

[Philote]

"This is your boss?" Yojimbo asks questioningly.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 "Perhaps we could discuss this somewhere more private?" Uburra-Namall tried to keep her voice above a whisper, "In case you hadn't noticed, my divine presence is kind of intended to be incognito."

[Philote]

"Then lead the way"

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Not like that, I won't." Uburra-Namall looked around, while there were still no Boquabians on the streets; hopefully none would catch the sight of what looked like a mortal talking among gods, "If you want me to follow you anywhere, you'll go disguised as a mortal, too. And YOU, Prasim, will go back among your sisters and Khadai. Hear me?"

Prasim began to protest-- this was getting juicy-- but Uburra-Namall put forth a hand with a menace that would set a normal person on fire. The Handmaiden of Greed left without another word.

[Philote]

Yojimbo sighed, starting to think that his pantheon was nothing but trouble. He disguised himself as a mortal just to get the ordeal done with. Anyone looking at him would see a human in armor instead of an empty suit.

"Where shall we have this meeting then? I've been waiting too long to get in contact with you, so I would like to get this done with."