06-18-2017, 10:11 PM
I’m trying to sleep, and some jank-handed motherfucker is asking me questions. Great. Just great.
“I’m a God too!” he said. “We should ally.”
I’m way too God-damn tired for this. “Look, kid,” I say, eyeing his roughed-up appearance and crab-claw hand. “You look like you’ve had a rough day. Don’t go making it any rougher on yourself. I’m here to get some shut-eye and move on.”
He spreads his palms. “Very well.”
Tch. Omni, Nealapph, this guy … does every motherfucker in the Omniverse claim to be a God of some sort?
As he turns to go, I rear myself up. Maybe sleep deprivation is making me reckless and angry, but the fact that he so casually claimed to be a God in my presence has pissed me off bigtime. As though I would accept him as my equal. As though I would accept anyone as my equal.
“You’re lucky we’re on neutral ground,” I say. “Any other place, any other time, you’d be dead for speaking those words in front of me.”
He says nothing. Heh. I should think so. It offends me on some deep level that I’ve been reduced to this. When everyone’s put on the same level, it’s no surprise that pretenders crop up left and right. Who’s to tell the difference between a fake and a genuine article?
Hell, maybe they think I’m a pretender God. Like that git Shay. Or that Gerudo woman I had as my slave for a while. She certainly changed her tune after a few days.
I take a look around the room, now thoroughly too angry to sleep.
Damn. One of them slipped out?
Must be making his way to that last drop. Tch … I rested too long.
I stride to the door, roughly grabbing Hendy by the shoulder. “What’s wrong, you in a trance?”
He looks to me, and for a second, I almost see … defiance. But it’s probably just my imagination.
“One of them slipped out. We need to get that last drop, now.”
Hendy grunts in affirmation.
I turn and scan the room. More ordinary-looking individuals. I’ll deal with them in time. For now, it’s double-time.
“I’m a God too!” he said. “We should ally.”
I’m way too God-damn tired for this. “Look, kid,” I say, eyeing his roughed-up appearance and crab-claw hand. “You look like you’ve had a rough day. Don’t go making it any rougher on yourself. I’m here to get some shut-eye and move on.”
He spreads his palms. “Very well.”
Tch. Omni, Nealapph, this guy … does every motherfucker in the Omniverse claim to be a God of some sort?
As he turns to go, I rear myself up. Maybe sleep deprivation is making me reckless and angry, but the fact that he so casually claimed to be a God in my presence has pissed me off bigtime. As though I would accept him as my equal. As though I would accept anyone as my equal.
“You’re lucky we’re on neutral ground,” I say. “Any other place, any other time, you’d be dead for speaking those words in front of me.”
He says nothing. Heh. I should think so. It offends me on some deep level that I’ve been reduced to this. When everyone’s put on the same level, it’s no surprise that pretenders crop up left and right. Who’s to tell the difference between a fake and a genuine article?
Hell, maybe they think I’m a pretender God. Like that git Shay. Or that Gerudo woman I had as my slave for a while. She certainly changed her tune after a few days.
I take a look around the room, now thoroughly too angry to sleep.
Damn. One of them slipped out?
Must be making his way to that last drop. Tch … I rested too long.
I stride to the door, roughly grabbing Hendy by the shoulder. “What’s wrong, you in a trance?”
He looks to me, and for a second, I almost see … defiance. But it’s probably just my imagination.
“One of them slipped out. We need to get that last drop, now.”
Hendy grunts in affirmation.
I turn and scan the room. More ordinary-looking individuals. I’ll deal with them in time. For now, it’s double-time.
Quote:Moving from SHA to A3.
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