[ He confirms it as casually as if it meant nothing. But those bands of tattoos that decorate his upper arm might have a bit more meaning now that there’s a name to associate. It’s obscure, a story told through blunt imagery, but for someone familiar, it’s the very clearly indicative of the smoking mirror of his namesake and the dark sun of his legend. This isn’t simply a god, it’s the god, so far as his worshippers would be concerned. He’s a god equally worth of fear and respect, and here he apparently is, leading the way up from the roots with all the casual, flippant air of a well spoken thug. ]
Nice to meet ya, Matt. [ He gives a vague wave of his cigarette wielding hand ] Normally, I’m meeting people as they’re starting’ their journey into the afterlife, so this is a marked improvement, trust me.
[ He takes a drag from the cigarette, then with an elegant turn, nimble continues his adventure up the roots with his back to Matt. ]
So. You know my name, so I can give you a half decent answer. Place that sucks shit is my brother’s temple out in the Beyond of Highstorm. Quetzalcoatl.
[ Matt knows his name, so he assumes he knows enough of the legend to get it. Quetzalcoatl is the hero god of undeniable good, and Tezcatlipoca is more complex. But their hatred for each other is well known. This must be the bias that Tezcatlipoca meant. ]
But for what I like…
[ He hums a note to himself in thought. The truth is complicated. He thinks first about sitting at the very edge of the world and staring out into the expanse of space beyond it. He’d imagined Daybit at his side then, asking him, his Master, what he’d thought about looking at the great beyond. It was the void that called to his strange human-but-not Master, and he’d known from the very moment his omnipotent eyes had landed on him that it always would… And he’d be the hand to reach out and hold him in place. To prevent him from falling too deep into it—
He laughs, seemingly without reason. In his thoughts, he criticizes himself for getting too soft. ]
Well, that depends on what you feel about worldly pleasures.
[ That’s the easier answer, ultimately. It’s no less true. ]
The cities are both pretty chill, so far as those go. But harder, more interesting stuff is a bit further below, just sayin’.
[ He tosses a toothy grin over his shoulder, and now it’s probably more distinct when he knows what he’s looking at. At a glance, his teeth are human, but further inspection shows them to be distinctly feline inspired. ]
But that’s just me. Don’t exactly recommend being reckless for everyone.
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[ He confirms it as casually as if it meant nothing. But those bands of tattoos that decorate his upper arm might have a bit more meaning now that there’s a name to associate. It’s obscure, a story told through blunt imagery, but for someone familiar, it’s the very clearly indicative of the smoking mirror of his namesake and the dark sun of his legend. This isn’t simply a god, it’s the god, so far as his worshippers would be concerned. He’s a god equally worth of fear and respect, and here he apparently is, leading the way up from the roots with all the casual, flippant air of a well spoken thug. ]
Nice to meet ya, Matt. [ He gives a vague wave of his cigarette wielding hand ] Normally, I’m meeting people as they’re starting’ their journey into the afterlife, so this is a marked improvement, trust me.
[ He takes a drag from the cigarette, then with an elegant turn, nimble continues his adventure up the roots with his back to Matt. ]
So. You know my name, so I can give you a half decent answer. Place that sucks shit is my brother’s temple out in the Beyond of Highstorm. Quetzalcoatl.
[ Matt knows his name, so he assumes he knows enough of the legend to get it. Quetzalcoatl is the hero god of undeniable good, and Tezcatlipoca is more complex. But their hatred for each other is well known. This must be the bias that Tezcatlipoca meant. ]
But for what I like…
[ He hums a note to himself in thought. The truth is complicated. He thinks first about sitting at the very edge of the world and staring out into the expanse of space beyond it. He’d imagined Daybit at his side then, asking him, his Master, what he’d thought about looking at the great beyond. It was the void that called to his strange human-but-not Master, and he’d known from the very moment his omnipotent eyes had landed on him that it always would… And he’d be the hand to reach out and hold him in place. To prevent him from falling too deep into it—
He laughs, seemingly without reason. In his thoughts, he criticizes himself for getting too soft. ]
Well, that depends on what you feel about worldly pleasures.
[ That’s the easier answer, ultimately. It’s no less true. ]
The cities are both pretty chill, so far as those go. But harder, more interesting stuff is a bit further below, just sayin’.
[ He tosses a toothy grin over his shoulder, and now it’s probably more distinct when he knows what he’s looking at. At a glance, his teeth are human, but further inspection shows them to be distinctly feline inspired. ]
But that’s just me. Don’t exactly recommend being reckless for everyone.