NPC Inbox: Rage

[firstreturned]

[Rage's strong and clear voice is almost bored, like this whole ordeal is an afterthought to her.]

State your business.

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[amos_moses]

Since you seem to specialize in weapons, my lady, I have a question.

Could you, perhaps, produce a pair of very specialized weapons, if given a good enough description?

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[firstreturned]

It depends on how generous I'm feeling, but yes that's within my abilities.

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[wipedclean]

[Out of curiosity, he's poking around at the gods' inboxes. Because hell. Why not.]

The killings, a few weeks ago. Was that you?

[He's not mad. He's just curious.]

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[firstreturned]

You were the ones doing the killing. But I set up the game, yes. Delight can't have all the fun.

Did you enjoy yourself?

[wormintheglass]

Oy. Rage. I didn't volunteer to murder anyone. You owe me.

[firstreturned]

Did you actually succeed, then?

[kickingand]

You got time for a chat?

[firstreturned]

I suppose I can make time in my busy schedule. What do you need?

text, rotfiend death count thread

[wipedclean]

[May 17th, just a few days after that communication.]

five rotfiends dead

[wipedclean]

[May 23rd]

seven killed

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[mismanagement]

My friend needs armor. A full set to replace what was lost.

What will it cost me?

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[firstreturned]

You'll need to tell me about it first. Are there any magical properties involved? What did it look like? What was it made of?

text- July 19th

[fortunefavored]

[essentially immediately after this because Newt Geiszler is really good at making poor life choices.]

what does he want

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[firstreturned]

I've had several of your species that goes by those pronouns make requests of me - you'll need to be specific.

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[unfollowing]

[Yep, Emily is really doing this.]

so if i could piss people off, like, regularly, could you give me skin cream?

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[firstreturned]

See this is why I did nothing wrong with the meat mix-up. You have cream made of skin? Whose skin? What is it for?

Backdated to July 30

[crowboy]

[Corbin has little to no idea how to do this, but hey it's worth a shot. Literally.]

Ma'am?

[firstreturned]

I suppose that's applicable. Yes?

[infinite1up]

Hello! I've heard you're responsible for the armory. Mind if I ask a small question, in that case?

[firstreturned]

Go ahead.

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[ushahin]

I have a question of you, goddess. Could you repair a helm? It was a weapon in my world that was shattered in two, leaving its powers unable to be used.

However, it took two different gods to shape it into what it was. They had to go so far as to put part of themselves into it. I have no idea if it would take one, two, or all of you put together to return it to its previous state.

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[firstreturned]

Repairing a helm would be offensively easy. If it's more than a helm and does more than a normal helm does in regards to keeping your delicate skulls in the number of pieces they came in, then you need to give me better specifics.

[wormintheglass]

Rage darling. Bees. There are bees! I've asked Hope to make sure they can breed - it wouldn't take much, but - never mind that.

Will you help me? You know I can make it worth your while.

[firstreturned]

With the bees or with Hope? If it's with Hope you'd have more luck asking Delight or Sorrow, they're much better at getting him to agree to things.

[devilsavocado]

i hear you can make armor and weapons
what would i need to do to get some?

[firstreturned]

It depends on what exactly you need. More complicated things require more power, which means greater payment. So why don't you tell me what you're looking to get, first?

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[shadowsangel]

There's an item from my world I need to be able to defend myself, I was wondering if you'd be able to assist in getting it for me? I'm willing to pay any price to have it returned to me, whatever it takes.

Honestly, I wasn't sure which of you would be the best to ask, but seeing as how the one besides myself who had the most influence over the item knew only anger and hate, I thought to turn to you first.

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[firstreturned]

That's not how the Door works, unfortunately. It pulls through what it wants. If it didn't come with you, there's no taking it from your world.

What I CAN see about doing is creating something identical or close enough to, provided you give me enough information to work off of and are willing to pay the price I want for that service.

[circumitus]

[Rage may not be Rey's favorite god in Hadriel -- she doesn't exactly have a favorite god, to be honest -- but she is woefully the one most suited for this request:]

could use your help.
would it be possible for you to replicate ingredients to put together chemical weapons? not enough to be lethal, but enough to incapacitate someone without killing them.

[firstreturned]

This sounds fun. What kind of plan do you have for them and what kind of chemicals? I could probably make something easy but it might actually be fatal, it's not like I can ever tell what your kind is vulnerable to and it's not the same for all of you.

action; backdated to before the temples were destroyed...

[hasitsthorns]

[ Rage get a special serenading at her temple today. Rose doesn't rap for just anyone, she'll have you know. Still, there wasn't really any other song that said 'Rage' to her like Eminem's anger at the system.

Soon as she gets the beat going on her guitar in a way that satisfies, she'll start to spit out some lyrics. ]

And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse and just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works. And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve all this tension dispensing these sentences. Getting this stress that's been eating me recently off of this chest and I rest again peacefully...

But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone, when you freaks see me out in the streets when I'm eating or feeding my daughter do not come and speak to me... I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfucking thing. I'm not Mr. N'Sync, I'm not what your friends think. I'm not Mr. Friendly, I can be a prick If you tick me my tank is on empty... No patience is in me and if you offend me. I'm lifting you 10 feet... in the air. I don't care who was there and who saw me destroy you. Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit. I'll smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe.

I'm tired of all you... I don't mean to be mean, but that's all I can be is just me.

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[wipedclean]

[They've had dealings before, Bucky remembers, so now that he's... been through quite a bit and returned, he wonders if maybe they can make a deal again.]

I have a request to make. My metal arm was blown off in a fight back home. Would you be able to replace it?

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[war_itself]

So you're the god of punching people in the face, eh? I don't know if you've been paying attention, but there's just one pesky little reason why I won't be as much use to you in this truly heartwarming team exercise as I could be. Do you know of it?

sorry not sorry <3

[puzzlingly]

you got 1 new message

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[puzzlingly]

Rage?

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[firstreturned]

[Surprising no one, Rage has been Not Okay since the betrayal. Mostly, this has manifested in her keeping to herself, but she's at the point now where she's not going to outright ignore anyone who comes to her -- unlike that other message Atem so rudely sent her back when the Null began their invasion.]

Yes?

knock knock guess who

[puzzlingly]

hey
how are you?

rafiki voice: the king has returned

[firstreturned]

A rather obvious question to ask given recent events, don't you think?

[aka, not great. Especially because...]

You've been fraternizing with that Null that's in the city.

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[abyssalarcana]

Some time ago now, Rey had told Caedra that the gods can be contacted by visiting their temples with intent. Or something like that - Caedra really isn't sure how that works. But she dislikes the phone, and doesn't trust it at all to be useful in giving her an accurate assessment of what these creatures that call themselves gods are. So she makes her way on one cold night to the now-familiar temple to Rage. The place where she met Ivar, the place where she successfully determined she can bring her Abyssal companions through for a time. The place where she was reborn, in the ruined remains of the bloodstained magic circle out front, formed anew from ichor and hatred after some of the city's residents took out their vengeance on her.

Caedra does not know how to attract such a creature's attention of course, and that already angers her. She has a lot to be angry about - it is the nature of the tanar'ri, to foster that rage and turn it against the multiverse. So she does what comes naturally for her. Stands in the middle of the temple, sword extended and eyes defiant, and calls out to the creature that pretends it is divine.

"Rage. I demand an audience with you!"

[firstreturned]

It's always so interesting when angrier ones come to her temple. Do they even notice her influence on their emotions? It doesn't matter either way, but still, sometimes Rage wonders.

"'Demand'?" She gives a quiet snort of laugher. "Who can say no to that?"

She steps out from the shadows, tall (very tall) and red-haired in her human form.

"Well, here I am. State your business."

july 1st.

[puzzlingly]

hey o/
its been a while

[firstreturned]

It has been. You were being very generous to us.

I appreciate that.

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[wantsnudes]

Rage. I'd like to make a deal.

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[firstreturned]

All right. It sounds like you know how this works. What are you interested in getting?