Well, figured that much. The veneration part, I mean. Can't exactly be a religious guy if you want to take out Quetzalcoatl.
[ It's the first time he's said her name instead of referring to her with a nickname. It rolls of his tongue more smoothly than it does for most, a clear note of someone that's fluent in the ancient language both of their names come from.
He takes a drink of the whiskey as his answer and makes an appreciative noise, then gives a nod for Silco to continue leading the way, though his eyes do drift up a bit higher... He knows a VIP area when he sees one, and as much as he likes to be down in the din, it's not the most conversational place.
And, well. Silco doesn't strike him as the kind of guy that's going to just chat it up on a dance floor. ]
I ain't gonna make any promises before I know what I can do, but! Assuming I had even half of what I had back where I'm from? I make the impossible possible, bossman.
[ It's his turn to spread his hands wide, and it's a bit of a mirror of Silco's earlier gesture, but it's because he's prone to them as well. Here, it represents the fullness of what he's capable of. It would just also be a bit funny to anyone that had preconceptions of a god to see it when one hand has a glass of whiskey and the other has a lit cigarette. ]
Here's an easy one, just as an example. If I willed it, you wouldn't die. Wouldn't be able to. Not without my permission. I'm a capital "G" kinda god—a whole 'nother level above my brother. He might have power, sure, but the world itself ain't gonna listen to his will.
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[ It's the first time he's said her name instead of referring to her with a nickname. It rolls of his tongue more smoothly than it does for most, a clear note of someone that's fluent in the ancient language both of their names come from.
He takes a drink of the whiskey as his answer and makes an appreciative noise, then gives a nod for Silco to continue leading the way, though his eyes do drift up a bit higher... He knows a VIP area when he sees one, and as much as he likes to be down in the din, it's not the most conversational place.
And, well. Silco doesn't strike him as the kind of guy that's going to just chat it up on a dance floor. ]
I ain't gonna make any promises before I know what I can do, but! Assuming I had even half of what I had back where I'm from? I make the impossible possible, bossman.
[ It's his turn to spread his hands wide, and it's a bit of a mirror of Silco's earlier gesture, but it's because he's prone to them as well. Here, it represents the fullness of what he's capable of. It would just also be a bit funny to anyone that had preconceptions of a god to see it when one hand has a glass of whiskey and the other has a lit cigarette. ]
Here's an easy one, just as an example. If I willed it, you wouldn't die. Wouldn't be able to. Not without my permission. I'm a capital "G" kinda god—a whole 'nother level above my brother. He might have power, sure, but the world itself ain't gonna listen to his will.