Heartfelt
Friendly Neighborhood Consulting Detective
Ezra patiently waited through the god's attempts to excite his guests' tempers or their insecurities. He watched on, unmoved, as he flaunted Ezra's gaps of knowledge of the divine in his face and challenged him to a supposedly impossible mystery -- he wasn't at all insecure of that, not in the face of a true multiverse of the unknown, and not in the face of a proper challenge. This was thrilling to him, like the god would never know. Mystery novels the like he brought himself up on were entirely solvable by design, the clues all needed to solve the murder provided directly to you, and a fictional detective generally smarter than the audience filling you in on the more obtuse deductions he had to make. Depriving him of clues so that he would spend his full eternity in pursuit of an answer was exactly the fresh breath of air he needed. He fully intended to put forth everything he had in solving the puzzle of this god's motivations.
He continued to passively observe him laughing at an Eldritch abomination about vague philosophical nonsensicality on evolution before moving on to tempt them, in particular a clearly starving man, with cinnamon buns. He listened on as the god talked like a fully inane teenager and made pathetic threats. He would almost be moved by the mingling scents of miscellaneous ramen cups of every flavor -- It was a sickeningly familiar scent if faintly nostalgic too, and one that he wanted to run far away from after the earliest and least productive years of his detection career were spent eating nothing but three-minute noodles. But still he remained silent, still, attentive as the god finished his introduction.
"Oh! And to answer your question my good friend Kotori, big boss bow beauty, head sky honcho, cloud cowboy, friend of horse-god-thingamabob! My Name Is SIN."
Ezra cocked his head curiously at the name. He was immediately struck by the irony of a being of divinity being named something as opposite to the very concept as "SIN". Pushing himself up by the knees, he looked the god over. His body's mechanical whirring was clearly unnatural, while a deity's existence was a natural, usually primordial force. He was a being arguably more powerful than the whole of this group's abilities combined, yet he needed them to conquer this world for them.
Snackofthefuture
"I say, SIN! Colourful introduction. I have just one question for you, but if you'd be so kind as to bare with me I'd like to preface this question with a handful of... theories." He smiled his warmest smile, and his coldest smile. This domain may well have been a parlour in your everyday English summer home -- a cast of quirky characters assembled as an audience to his deductions as he faces down his subject. He was more comfortable here than he'd immediately think.
"Firstly, your name. S... I... N... SIN. Devilishly sinful fun you had picking it out, I'm quite sure. Although mayhaps that's quite closer to the truth than at first it may appear -- what self-respecting being of divinity would go by the name 'SIN'? If I may be so bold as to venture a guess, I'd think perhaps you're not really quite a 'god' in the sense we'd imagine. If I may be permitted an Abrahamic metaphor, perhaps you're more like a Satan than a God?" He walked closer to SIN, throwing his hands out dramatically. "And, oh my, if you're truly a great, divine, holy Lord, do you really need us to conquer this world for you? Sounds like a proper exercise in divine humour at its right finest.
"So then..." He waved his hands over his fellow guests to this domain and drew his smile back into an impassive, serious line, "why should we do this for you? Whether you're a bored God or a vengeful Devil, I can only say your motivations are suspect. Should we prostrate ourselves simply because you plucked us away from absolute destruction? How are we not assured destruction here? I see no reason why I ought to do this for you, nor why any of them should either."
He continued to passively observe him laughing at an Eldritch abomination about vague philosophical nonsensicality on evolution before moving on to tempt them, in particular a clearly starving man, with cinnamon buns. He listened on as the god talked like a fully inane teenager and made pathetic threats. He would almost be moved by the mingling scents of miscellaneous ramen cups of every flavor -- It was a sickeningly familiar scent if faintly nostalgic too, and one that he wanted to run far away from after the earliest and least productive years of his detection career were spent eating nothing but three-minute noodles. But still he remained silent, still, attentive as the god finished his introduction.
"Oh! And to answer your question my good friend Kotori, big boss bow beauty, head sky honcho, cloud cowboy, friend of horse-god-thingamabob! My Name Is SIN."
Ezra cocked his head curiously at the name. He was immediately struck by the irony of a being of divinity being named something as opposite to the very concept as "SIN". Pushing himself up by the knees, he looked the god over. His body's mechanical whirring was clearly unnatural, while a deity's existence was a natural, usually primordial force. He was a being arguably more powerful than the whole of this group's abilities combined, yet he needed them to conquer this world for them.
Snackofthefuture
"I say, SIN! Colourful introduction. I have just one question for you, but if you'd be so kind as to bare with me I'd like to preface this question with a handful of... theories." He smiled his warmest smile, and his coldest smile. This domain may well have been a parlour in your everyday English summer home -- a cast of quirky characters assembled as an audience to his deductions as he faces down his subject. He was more comfortable here than he'd immediately think.
"Firstly, your name. S... I... N... SIN. Devilishly sinful fun you had picking it out, I'm quite sure. Although mayhaps that's quite closer to the truth than at first it may appear -- what self-respecting being of divinity would go by the name 'SIN'? If I may be so bold as to venture a guess, I'd think perhaps you're not really quite a 'god' in the sense we'd imagine. If I may be permitted an Abrahamic metaphor, perhaps you're more like a Satan than a God?" He walked closer to SIN, throwing his hands out dramatically. "And, oh my, if you're truly a great, divine, holy Lord, do you really need us to conquer this world for you? Sounds like a proper exercise in divine humour at its right finest.
"So then..." He waved his hands over his fellow guests to this domain and drew his smile back into an impassive, serious line, "why should we do this for you? Whether you're a bored God or a vengeful Devil, I can only say your motivations are suspect. Should we prostrate ourselves simply because you plucked us away from absolute destruction? How are we not assured destruction here? I see no reason why I ought to do this for you, nor why any of them should either."