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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 15:53:31 GMT -5
Too much of a good thing makes the heart grow weary, but Cytis thinks he'll never get enough of his shrine. Hoards of his followers gathered to honor his greatness, it's paradise. Some change is nice once in awhile, and he does his fair share of traveling sure, but this is his home territory and he makes more appearances than he probably should. The arrival of a god is usually a rare and sacred occurrence (or so he's been told at times), but that implies people will get tired of him eventually. Impossible! He always turns heads, prompts whispers, changes the air of a room. It's just who he is. So anyone not obeying this important law of physics (cytics if you will) sticks out like... well, Cytis in any crowd. His lips quirk into a frown, and he stares from afar at a certain god ignoring him, yet lounging in his shrine. Taps his foot. Looks at his nails (perfect as usual). Looks back and finds more of the same. Well, this just won't do. Creeping closer to the offending god, Cytis points his index finger at the other with his thumb straightened up, a makeshift finger gun. A small pellet of light generates at the tip, and he shoots it forward. It bounces harmlessly and silently off its target, but Cytis has got that covered. "Pew." He shoots another. "Pew pew." He shoots two more. "Pew pew pew pew." He can do this for hours. |
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 24, 2016 16:13:53 GMT -5
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me Fawn was silently writing a book as people gathered to the shrine of the God of Light. He found peace in a simple place it made him feel tranquil. He was actually finishing up writing a few sentences in his Grimoire. So far it was nice, he enjoyed the peace until he felt what seemed to be pallets flying off something and hitting him in a rather jokingly manner. He ignored the bombardment as his tolerance was rather high until he wasn't really feeling it today. The only thing that made him lose his cool was the " Pew pew" sounds. That made him chuckle. He closed his book with his book as page holder tossing it behind him as it vanished instantly. " Well aren't you charming," he spoke turning around, his cherry red eyes stared at the God of Light, as he fixed his hair fluffing it out as he stood in a sultry manner. Fawcett took a few steps towards him as he looked up at the taller male, being 5'2", everybody looked like a giant to him. " So, hello your reverence," a smile on his face and a confidence in his visage, " To what do I owe this pleasure?". CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 16:46:26 GMT -5
"I am aren't I?" are the first words out of Cytis's mouth. Charming is his middle name right after obnoxious attractive after all! But he's pleased his strategy worked perfectly and eyes are once more all on him. As the world should be. His shoulders shrug and he heaves a heavier sigh than necessary. "'Reverance' is stuffy, try 'your majesty' if you want to please me." He waves a hand through the air. "Or Cytis is fine." Yet another business strategy, encouraging familiarity and whatnot. Onto the point though, "Oh, nothing, just wondering what kind of book is possibly more interesting than me." |
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 24, 2016 17:13:13 GMT -5
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me " Oh? I'm so graciously sorry you're majesty, I humbly beg your pardon," he said in a melodramatic tone with a snide smile. But well, it should be a courtesy to pay respect while in another ones place of worship. He bowed slightly, " I'm joking darling. So, well, 'Cytis', how are you this fine afternoon?" he said trying to be as diplomatic and civil as he could. After all, building relationships is a good strategy for anybody; especially when having friends in such high places. So it never hurt to gain a grandstanding, especially when he's talking with such someone right now, getting on good terms would be the best choice of action. CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 17:33:46 GMT -5
Fawcett regards him with more flourish than necessary, but Cytis graciously waves it off. Instead, he acts the picture of nonchalance as he moves to the leser god's side, leaning his weight to one side and crossing his arms. "Just dandy," he says, "Before I spotted someone more interested in reading than me. Care to explain, Fawn?" He's curious what the other will come up with, what kind of answer he deems suitable. Because honestly, there's no reason a bunch of bound pages is better than him. They can't even talk! |
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 24, 2016 18:05:02 GMT -5
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me " Well I'm rather fond of reading, reading is a past time I enjoy, grants me knowledge on things I might not have done, but I was in the middle of actually writing a book," he gave a small huff as he looked up at him. " Plus the time is peaceful here and I'm not one for blathering with the mortals. I do hope you don't mind me being here, I find it nice," he spoke with a smile. " But thank you for keeping me company," CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 18:23:32 GMT -5
Okay so not reading but writing, Cytis is pretty sure it's the same either way. But he's the generous sort, not to turn away those under his watch, so he lays that to rest in favor of slinging an arm over Fawcett's shoulder and pulling him against his side.
"No problem," he drawls. "You're welcome here whenever you want." He has the best idea. "You can even write or whatever!" Cytis positively shines. Not literally this time, but a smile stretches across his face. "As long as it's about me." |
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 24, 2016 18:48:47 GMT -5
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me Fawcett couldn't help but laugh at the man's narrscism. " Yes, yes. I'll make sure to write about you in literature, I'll make you a masterpiece, dearie" he said with a bright smile feeling the man's heat next to him as he was wrapped in his arm. He couldn't help but get a small fluster on his cheeks, " So, Cytis, how are you enjoying taking over the East? Fun, fun I imagine? Having people 'fawn' over your every action must be exciting? Oh, I made a pun." CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 24, 2016 19:14:33 GMT -5
Cytis clicks his tongue, waggling a finger at the other god. "Oh Fawn, I'm already a masterpiece but sweet of you to offer!" He'd love to read a book about himself, in all honesty. He's not sure if written word could do him justice but he'd love to see anyone try. A literary contest just to see who can write him best... that sounds like a fantastic idea he'll have to employ at a later date. Laughter comes next, because puns are hilarious and now he's using the shorter god as support to keep him upright. "It's great it's great! I certainly do enjoy them fawning over me, but I love them all too for who they are!" A lie, but it sounds good out loud. He'd really love to return the favor and pun his own name, but... well Cytis doesn't give too many options. Shame. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Fawn? I want a good relationship with my fellow gods so anytime you need a pep talk," he flashes a thumbs up. "I'm your guy." |
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 25, 2016 1:03:31 GMT -5
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me He laughed at the man's energy, " Thank you for the offer Cytis," he chuckled. " Well, I mean. If you wanted to make a pun out of your name I guess I can 'cyte' you in my book," he giggled The joke wasn't even that funny, but it was enjoyable. " But the day is rather dragging, would you like to come over and have some tea?" he questioned the man, he recently brought a rather expensive tea brew he would like to try, plus company would be nice. Especially on a time like this, the evening was starting to happen and dusk was going to be there soon. " So? What'd ya say, I also have alcohol if you want that. Up for a little drinking?" he chuckled. CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 10:18:00 GMT -5
"Not bad not bad, clever," he cedes. His eyebrows raise at the invitation though, and he goes over his options. Truthfully he'd much rather hang around his shrine more and enjoy the admiration of all his loyal followers, but he supposes he should show a front of favoritism to keep up PR. So he plasters on a smile that couldn't possibly be anything but genuine. "Sure, I could do with a nice cup of tea. As long as it's not laced with lamb's blood!" Or... whatever other weird shit the occult used. It doesn't hurt to be cautious. |
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Post by FAWCETT on Jan 25, 2016 19:44:39 GMT -5
Both your face and your heart, do not suit me " I mean, I can sense your ingenuity, so you don't have to if you don't want to." he spoke at the man as he gave a light chuckle, " I should be heading home anyway," he spoke patting the man's arm. " Well, au revoir for now, we'll speak again hopefully." he spoke as a big gust of wind hit them and Fawn's body turned into a pack of black butterflies flying off into the distance. CYTIS |
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Post by CYTIS on Jan 25, 2016 20:58:56 GMT -5
Is he getting rusty? It's the end of the day, so his game must be off point if Fawn can see through him so easily. Oh well, wiggling his fingers in a casual wave, Cytis bids the other god a quick, "You know where to find me!" before he's all butterflies. It's probably time for him to retire now too, his followers trickling out, and Cytis decides he'll make his last rounds with the tail end of his humans before heading off. "Heading home soon? Or does insomnia strike again? ... Oh is that so?" So on and so forth. [ooc; finished thread in a day damn] |
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