[ He doesn't even know his name! Cut him a little slack here!! Another shock, and it takes him a long moment. He's used to being drowned not shocked. It hurts worse than drowning, though. Both of his eyes are equally as wide and unblinking. ]
You know what's funny?
[ He says, watching her carefully, warily. ]
Is that I have done little wrong today. Oh, I may have insulted you, to which I've never met a god with such thin skin, but other than that?
[ He shrugged, in this horrible, horrible shirt. ]
Is it really worthy of violence? Now? Over so little?
[ Hands spread, he takes a step back. ] I will hate to see what you do when someone else upsets you, or insults you.
[ A tight, grimacing smile. Another step back. ]
Or is it just me? Not that I am surprised, of course. I've never made a lie of the fact that I do not believe in you, or your... domains. Just overpowered children. [ A sigh, and then a grimace. The shirt. Not exactly the thing he wanted to be advertising. ]
Next time we meet, I hope you learn to get that anger under control. [ Step back. Step back. ] It doesn't behoove you to wield it so liberally, lest you hurt someone.
[ He's at a corner. He's stepping around it. At least... at least he's trying to step away?? ]
[ Is what he's saying getting to her? Maybe. He's correct that she has the thinnest skin amongst all gods. It'd been easier to hide it back when absolutely nobody could see her. And the urge to kill him is just growing with every passing second.
She doesn't like the way he's stepping back slowly, rounding that corner, while still spitting his bullshit. Thankfully, she has the means to speed up his retreat. She raises her left hand and a lightning ball appears over her finger tips. And she sends it after him- It's fast, but slightly slower than the average adult's running speed.
He can either keep going slowly and accept to be struck by lightning for the third time in a row.
Or he can run and outpace it until it fades or hit an obstacle.
No matter what he chooses to do, she turns around and goes her own way, satisfied in the knowledge that no matter what option he picks, he's going to hate it. ]
[ As soon as she turned her back, Silco's feet picked up, eyes watching the ball of lightning, before he started skipping his feet moving back, his eyes more locked on the ball of lightning than her, but the moment it gets too close...
He books it. She can hear the scuffle of his feet on the ground picking up speed.
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You know what's funny?
[ He says, watching her carefully, warily. ]
Is that I have done little wrong today. Oh, I may have insulted you, to which I've never met a god with such thin skin, but other than that?
[ He shrugged, in this horrible, horrible shirt. ]
Is it really worthy of violence? Now? Over so little?
[ Hands spread, he takes a step back. ] I will hate to see what you do when someone else upsets you, or insults you.
[ A tight, grimacing smile. Another step back. ]
Or is it just me? Not that I am surprised, of course. I've never made a lie of the fact that I do not believe in you, or your... domains. Just overpowered children. [ A sigh, and then a grimace. The shirt. Not exactly the thing he wanted to be advertising. ]
Next time we meet, I hope you learn to get that anger under control. [ Step back. Step back. ] It doesn't behoove you to wield it so liberally, lest you hurt someone.
[ He's at a corner. He's stepping around it. At least... at least he's trying to step away?? ]
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She doesn't like the way he's stepping back slowly, rounding that corner, while still spitting his bullshit. Thankfully, she has the means to speed up his retreat. She raises her left hand and a lightning ball appears over her finger tips. And she sends it after him- It's fast, but slightly slower than the average adult's running speed.
He can either keep going slowly and accept to be struck by lightning for the third time in a row.
Or he can run and outpace it until it fades or hit an obstacle.
No matter what he chooses to do, she turns around and goes her own way, satisfied in the knowledge that no matter what option he picks, he's going to hate it. ]
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He books it. She can hear the scuffle of his feet on the ground picking up speed.
A little victory! For her! ]