[ Indeed, Tezcatlipoca is surprised to see his off-hand comment revealed to be quite accurate. He laughs, short and sharp at the surprise as well as how boldly claws cut into the flesh of his hand. He won’t relent since they’re also the same kind of proud and stubborn, but nor does he retaliate. Blood wells up, but as it drips, it turns to black smoke. Tezcatlipoca reaches up with his other hand to take off his sunglasses, but as soon as he does, those too turn into the same dark smoke.
He regards the other god without the sunglasses, icy blue eyes meeting fiery red, and toothy smile meeting toothy smile. His teeth are distinctly feline. Of course. ]
Calling it his pantheon is irritating, but I’ll let it go since he was here first, apparently.
[ Just as Set leans in to sniff at what makes up Tezcatlipoca, he does the same, though more stoically. Tezcatlipoca is darkness and smoke that bears the earthy scent of copal, but his divinity is also vast once Set immerses himself in it. It’s not necessarily power, but Tezcatlipoca is simply more--He is four divinities in one, and though three had sloughed off to make unique gods of their own, they were still a part of him. He’ll even find the fragments of Quetzalcoatl herself in there, though her piece is certainly the weakest so far as what remains in this god. And that’s what he smells lingering on Set too. ]
Smells like the bird brain got his hands on you, too. Gotta hope that you’re giving my brother a hard time, then.
[ But that’s all he’ll say about Quetzalcoatl, at least to start. As much as he might be curious what his opposite has been up to here, that’s secondary to the rest of the more interesting things that Set says. He pulls back from taking his measure of Set’s soul, then gives a lazy, sloping shrug. ]
Sounds like you and me are on the same page. I ain’t in the habit of accepting those who aren’t warriors, so if Zenith is full of a bunch of lazy fuckers, sounds like I’ve got my work cut out for me. They fight with all they’ve got, or they die. Even sounds like with these Shards that I’ll get to kill ‘em a few times over until they get the lesson.
[ It’s so brutally stated that it would be shocking for anyone else to hear, surely, but it might as well be a pleasant conversation for two war gods. Or, close enough in Tezcatlipoca’s case. ]
‘Course, I’ll be siccing them on your people, from the sounds of it. How’s Meridian’s side of things? They got anyone worth respecting?
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He regards the other god without the sunglasses, icy blue eyes meeting fiery red, and toothy smile meeting toothy smile. His teeth are distinctly feline. Of course. ]
Calling it his pantheon is irritating, but I’ll let it go since he was here first, apparently.
[ Just as Set leans in to sniff at what makes up Tezcatlipoca, he does the same, though more stoically. Tezcatlipoca is darkness and smoke that bears the earthy scent of copal, but his divinity is also vast once Set immerses himself in it. It’s not necessarily power, but Tezcatlipoca is simply more--He is four divinities in one, and though three had sloughed off to make unique gods of their own, they were still a part of him. He’ll even find the fragments of Quetzalcoatl herself in there, though her piece is certainly the weakest so far as what remains in this god. And that’s what he smells lingering on Set too. ]
Smells like the bird brain got his hands on you, too. Gotta hope that you’re giving my brother a hard time, then.
[ But that’s all he’ll say about Quetzalcoatl, at least to start. As much as he might be curious what his opposite has been up to here, that’s secondary to the rest of the more interesting things that Set says. He pulls back from taking his measure of Set’s soul, then gives a lazy, sloping shrug. ]
Sounds like you and me are on the same page. I ain’t in the habit of accepting those who aren’t warriors, so if Zenith is full of a bunch of lazy fuckers, sounds like I’ve got my work cut out for me. They fight with all they’ve got, or they die. Even sounds like with these Shards that I’ll get to kill ‘em a few times over until they get the lesson.
[ It’s so brutally stated that it would be shocking for anyone else to hear, surely, but it might as well be a pleasant conversation for two war gods. Or, close enough in Tezcatlipoca’s case. ]
‘Course, I’ll be siccing them on your people, from the sounds of it. How’s Meridian’s side of things? They got anyone worth respecting?