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[herrstory]

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[craftpunk]

[ A soft laugh. ]

I'm touched, Herr Starr. [ And he actually is. David rarely inspires such...camraderie. Even his own Valkyries would sell him out at the drop of a hat, the moment his power waned. Although, he suspected if he was not valuable, Starr would do the same.

Still, without his position within the pantheon, he is less valuable. Or he would be, he suspected, if it weren't for... ]

Where should we meet? I suspect I have... something of interest. To show you. I haven't tested it yet, so you would be the first.

[herrstory]

[ If Chilton didn't work out for Starr, David is the alternative path toward power. So it is with an agenda that he will be his guard dog, naturally. But he wasn't so willing to throw the man away simply because he was no longer attached to the pantheon. In fact, that isolation would likely make him stronger. ]

The outskirts of Maurtia Falls. We will drive outside of the city and stay for a few day's time to assess the situation with the teenage gods from a safe distance.

But I will confess, you have me intrigued by what you wish to show me.

[ A pause. ]

Is it your dick?

[craftpunk]

[ David snorted. ]

No. That has been well tested in the past.

[ A long pause. He's calculating, but after a moment: ]

It's a new gift. I will...show you. It will certainly give me more credence. I'm certain that the children likely think that I was a false god entirely, and now Persephone is legitimate.

[ A pause. ]

That was never the case, but now I can... show them.

[herrstory]

I think it may be the sort of thing I need to see to understand what you mean. For now, all I can think is that your world's gods are full of needless drama and if I were you, I would eliminate them all and be done with it.

[ He mulls over his words. ]

Though....I suppose it is far more difficult to get rid of them here.

[craftpunk]

Yes.

And at home, they are... very useful, still. Back home, they don't know much of...anything. [ A laugh. ]

Where should we meet? And I guarantee, it will... intrigue you. Particularly given your newest experience.

[herrstory]

Perhaps the porter will be generous to you and send them all home, only to return them without their memories. A new beginning, so to speak.

[ Perhaps. But unlikely. Woden was going to have to use his cunning to survive here now that his secret is out. ]

There is a dilapidated warehouse at the edge of the Maurtia Falls I have used to dispose of corpses before. It used to be a toothbrush manufacturer. No one frequents it since there is a popular drug den a few blocks away in another abandoned building. We should meet there.

[craftpunk]

[ There are clearly more important things, but: ]

What kinds of drugs?

[herrstory]

Does....it matter?

[ He'll answer if it does, but...he's just confused by the question. He doesn't know what David Blake does for a side job, apart from wreak havoc. ]

[craftpunk]

Somewhat.

I do like them, you know. And I suspect all of my stashes are...out of reach.

[herrstory]

[ Ew, David. Don't be gross like Cassidy. ]

Why. I thought that was only an image thing.

[craftpunk]

Because I do enjoy it, it doesn't impair my judgement, and... it numbs certain...things.

[ There are parts of him that remembers that he beheaded his son. Sometimes, it was best to not think about that. ]

[herrstory]

[ Ugh. ]

I suppose we are all allowed our vices. Although I would instead recommend hardcore bdsm.

[craftpunk]

I'm sure it works for some.

[ A beat. ]

Overt shows of lust are... problematic. Drugs are easier, less messy consequences.

[herrstory]

I've never had a problem.

[ Probably because if he ever had, he probably murdered it. Problem solved. ]

I am sure they would allow for you to keep wearing your helmet, if you would feel more comfortable.

[craftpunk]

I have, and had to suffer fifteen years of the consequences. Never again.