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"Oh, Infinitous. So glad you could make it. Pulled yourself away from the Binary, did you?" Mocking wasn't her forte, and it showed.
"Oh, Infinitous. So glad you could make it. Pulled yourself away from the Binary, did you?" Mocking wasn't her forte, and it showed.
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One of her biggest frustrations in life were skeptics. Statisticians who confused correlation with causation. The world didn't run on numbers. Still, she recognized the need to regulate. Her hand found the bag in her pocket and she pulled out the amber, turning it over in her hand.
She glanced back up at him. "So, why were you called? For all your faults, you do keep the state of existence from crashing. I imagine that's not the sort of thing you can leave on autopilot." She was genuinely curious, and already sick of fighting. Maybe later, when she would be capable of better digs.
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"Anyway," she turned her attention back to him, "it should hardly be the place of the gods to determine what's right for man. It's like the anteater deciding the outcome of army ants' election primaries. We're all too big and self-important to take notice of what's below us. Most of us anyway." Her voice was bitter and her eyes dark. She seemed lost in her mind again for a moment, then started reading the code flashing by on the screen and fiddling with her bracelet. "You misplaced a decimal point there, Quagmire."
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"Uh...a small chai tea, please," she spoke quietly, "Oh, no! Make it a medium. Or...no! A vanilla chai tea!" Upon seeing the look of irritation upon the barista's face, she shrunk back slightly, "A medium vanilla chai tea. I'm sorry."
The spicy, exotic smell of the spiced tea as it brewed tantalized the goddess' senses, and she immediately recognized every subtle scent as one of the many plants she put in this world. Cinnamon, nutmeg, fennel, ginger, oh, how divine! All mixed with fine tea leaves? The goddess couldn't help but give a slight smile at the thought. By the time the barista had placed the tea in front of her, Nymph was lost in a world of pleasant smells and visual images brought to her mind from those. She found herself lost in a world of her own creation, full of all sorts of plant life. She felt truly happy then, but was suddenly snapped out of it by the college-age girl, who said, "Uh, your tea. Do you want milk in it?"
"Oh!" As if waking up from a nightmare, Nymph jolted, looking up at the barista. "Uh...yes. Soy milk, if you would."
As the milk was poured into the top of the paper cup, the girl realized something. She forgot why they were there! Oh, curses! she thought, searching her memory for the reason for the meeting of the gods. However, her memory could be compared to a bucket with holes punched in the bottom. It only retained things for a few moments before vanishing. Finally, she decided she would ask the other two what was going on. Picking up her tea, Nymph refrained from taking a drink just yet so she wouldn't end up overloading her senses again.
"Uh...hello, everyone," she spoke softly, glancing from one face to the other. "It's...it's good to see you both again."
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Maisie sat back down and beckoned to the barista to bring her more coffee. Whomever she had posessed was clearly addicted, as her head was already going fuzzy without the caffeine. Or perhaps that was a side effect of possessing humans. She wasn't entirely sure. She looked at Nymph intently during the painful silence that followed. It was clear she wanted to ask something, but Maisie would be damned if she was going to make it all comfortable for her to.
She was roused from her study of Nymph's face briefly when she realized that the barista had no intention of bringing her anything. She stood up and started to slowly wind her way towards the counter, never taking her eyes off Nymph. "Well?" she said finally.
"Really, now Infinitous. Give the girl some room to breath." She pushed Nymph down into a chair and then returned to her own. She focused her gaze on Nymph for a few seconds, watching the girl who was probably very confused by this point shrink a little under the unjustified scrutiny. Then she turned back to Infinitous. "You realize of course that your pollen problem could be solved by inhabiting another body. Or by eating more honey. If you mix in some cloves it should do the trick." She grabbed his drink and started to fuss with it.