(no subject) (part 2)

[initiatesnpc]

Here is an overflow log for the Black Rock, New Mexico mission! The original log is here, and the OOC information is here. Start new threads or continue old ones, this is just some more room for it to grow into.

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[gates_of_babylon]

[A look of utter confusion. He spoke to this woman. She seemed somewhat lofty initially, but her second appearance had taken the figurative cake and devoured it with tenacity all close in relation to literal psychosis. This woman was presenting herself as a deity before a number of witless savages who knew no better. Producing fire out of thin air was something of a Christian fable.

He glowered at Lilith, realizing she was going to bugger out the townsfolk far too much.]

Woman. How foolish are you, truly?

[supitslilith]

[Lilith's hands snap IMMEDIATELY to her hips. So fast.

She likes her plan. She also has a name]

What, you got a problem? You need some smiting?

[gates_of_babylon]

[Goldie doesn't recognize either of those things. He just sort of stares at Lilith, realizing the crowd of people worshiping her are now turning to him in anger.]

Anyone who prostates themselves as a god is worthy of pity. I have nothing to ask of you, woman--merely tell you to cease this nonsense.

[supitslilith]

[Lilith takes a few steps closer to him, hands still attached to her hips.]

Man, it's just getting this mission shit done. You don't have to get your panties in a bunch. And it's Lilith.

[gates_of_babylon]

The mission is to get a man elected, isn't it? [So, Gilgamesh ignored the last part. Dude's a jerk.]

You would woo the small-minded. Such a thing is not impressive.

[supitslilith]

[Ugh, Lilith wants nothing more than to just kick his stupid blonde ass but she resists the urge. Instead she just turns, giving him a very disrespectfully dismissive FLICK OF HER HAND.]

Whatever man, deal with it.

[And off she goes back to her antics.]

[gates_of_babylon]

[Gilgamesh relaxed, calling out with confidence to Lilith as she turned.]

So, the god flees under the weight of words. If parlor tricks are all you can manage, then your ploy will forever be a pathetic one.