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Ereshkigal ([personal profile] queenofkur) wrote2024-03-07 02:34 pm

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goddess of death
CHARACTER NAME Ereshkigal
CIVILIAN NAME Ninkigal
TEAM Redemption
HOUSING NUMBER 004
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-12 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
Wh—

( bringing up his master like that. he's visibly affected, brow furrowing and lips forming a thin line.

when she puts it like that... he,

he can't exactly say she's wrong, and everyone knew the enemy of your ally was your enemy. but he's seen the fragility of this silco guy. witnessed his fragile knife technique and the way those wolves had torn him open like a can. could a guy like that really be such a threat? a sort of wrench being thrown into that gears that make humanity turn, let alone endanger folks on another plane somewhere in chaldea?

but then she mentions tezcatlipoca again. )


A... Acolyte? The hell's that mean? Y'mean he's like, ... a follower?
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-12 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
( as if izou had many friends to begin with. but she's made her point.

honesty for an apology, then. )


I'll keep an eye on him at least. We sorta run into each other... occasionally.

( in odd places and odder situations, silco's advice scraping at the inside of his skull like a knife.

izou scratches the scruff on his chin. )


Tezcatlipoca, though. He just does whatever the hell he wants. It goes without sayin' that I'm geared to contest him depending, but. I can't read a single thing about him. One minute he's tauntin' me about a future I don't know, and the next he's buddying up to me to have a smoke. Then again... I figure that's how gods are 'sposed to act. Y'know. Fickle.

( not to say anything about ereshkigal BUT. )
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-13 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Got me? I already do that on my own. Every man's got a couple vices.
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-14 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
So is a lot of stuff. Drinking, and smoking, and all those little games folks play on their tablets.

( the hell? what's she jumping him for? wasn't this a strategy meeting or whatever?

there's a deep crease of his brow. )


Which, by the way, I'm not gonna eat. Just delete this crap.
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-14 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Whadd'ya mean what's WRONG with it? It's made of plastic!

( local assassin starts to shout in a girl's room. it wouldn't be the first time. )

Whatever. I'll do it.

( and he's scrolling... scrolling... what he ends up deleting, i can't say— )
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-14 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
C-Clay? You were diggin' your hands around in the dirt to make this thing?

( he's seen those ads online about how they're made of microscopic little plastic shit. however small that actually is. )

Bah. Whatever. I got the perfect solution for this thing.

( and so he takes the clay tablet and makes to snap it over his knee. bye. )
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-14 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( she's not... she's not seriously—

but, oh. she is. she totally is. )


Wh—Spit that shit out right now! Ain't you 'sposed to be a goddess?! What kind of GODDESS eats DIRT??

( trying to shake her by the shoulder now. )
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[personal profile] hitokiller 2024-11-14 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
( ... which means, he, too, inadvertently made a mistake here.

it's not as if izou understood the circumstances of the divine, or where they came from. in fact, he didn't ponder too much on it, like what their preferences might be as people and not just worshipped entities. he lets up on the shaking, because his hands are rough and because it's only now that he realizes once again just how much tinier she is in comparison to him—the shoulder of a girl and not a commanding deity.

"that's all that's available", huh.

it must've been difficult. )


... Yeah, well. Good thing it's not all there is to eat, here, on the surface. You got better now. And other folks to eat with.

( he backs off a bit, dusting any clay off his person. )

I kept you up too late. 'Bout time I get ready to turn in myself.