I saw you sliding out the bar//Bother Post/

[notredeyes]

How many years has it been? Having a body...it's a nice feeling. And the pipe is even better. Blow out opium-sweet smoke (Thank Geb for the Silk Road. He'd been long forgotten by the time Egypt had gotten such imports, but oh, it had been worth the wait), and lean against the wall. This door is a place to rest, and test his new body. The link to

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/flings a muse at twin. 83

[thisis_myworld]

[Through this door, there's a boy(?) sitting on a church altar, staring up at the ceiling. He's dressed in a robe, with a staff clutched in his hand.]

[Since you're a god, Set, you'll get some distinct hints of something not being right. First of all, this world doesn't feel real. Second of all, the boy who sits on the altar is missing something, but also has something more. He feels both more and less real than the surroundings. There are things there that shouldn't be there. And there are things that should be there that aren't.]

>:3

[notredeyes]

Well, this will be fun. Just get to his feet, going over and tap the boy on the shoulder with his pipe, voice a low purr when he speaks.

"The gods can't hear you, you know."

[thisis_myworld]

The boy flinches, the memory of something making him draw back instinctively from the source of the sudden contact. He looks at this stranger, and shrugs.

"Of course they can't. They're just programming. Even the spirits that I summon are just that."

He smiles bitterly. "The only 'gods' in this place are ones that don't officially exist."

[notredeyes]

"Not all of us are programming, little one." He smiles, but oh, that's not a kind smile.

"It's all a matter of finding the correct door."

[arisato_isamu]

[Normally Isamu wouldn't pay someone with that face much mind. It wasn't someone he had ever been introduced to, really, and he hadn't felt very social in the past few days. There was something he had to pay attention to, and it wasn't in the Mall.]

[So he shuffled past "Naoya", nursing his daily coffee, trying to work out what he was supposed to already know.]

[notredeyes]

Oh, that's...He knows the Universe's name, from his time in Yue's head, and from her dungeon, and so...just head over, arm draped over his shoulder. Kids these days.

"You, Isamu, are thinking far too hard."

[arisato_isamu]

Isamu looks around, confused. And then he realizes who it is.

"Set?" It sounds like him, anyway. And (hopefully) the worst that would happen is that he would get punched if he was wrong, and he can take a few punches.

"Ah... probably..."

[notredeyes]

"Oh good, you do pay attention." He's draping on you. Personal space? What's that?

"If you know it, then don't do it. Just go out and live...your human lives are so short, why are you wasting it trying to find an answer? Make it up as you go~"

[kiddiecomp]

Oh hi, Set. Have a tween staring at you, frowning.

"... You're not Naoya." Mot told him so, since Akira asked so nicely.

[notredeyes]

...Oh, this is Mot's vessel. He remembers Yue running into him before. Just kneel down...who the hell is this Naoya, anyway.

"No, I'm not. My name is Set." And he doesn't have a soft spot for small children. No.

[kiddiecomp]

"... Oh! Right." Though why he's in Naoya's body, he... isn't even going to ask right now. He's not sure he wants to know, really.

"Mot called you a 'neighbor' of his... kind of." The areas they're both from are fairly close together, and they rule over similar realms, in any case.

[notredeyes]

It's not his fault. :| Ask Izanagi.

"Something like that...He's from a little farther north than I was. What is your name, little one?"