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.
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.
[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.
[ 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.
[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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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?
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.
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Could you, perhaps, produce a pair of very specialized weapons, if given a good enough description?
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The killings, a few weeks ago. Was that you?
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so if i could piss people off, like, regularly, could you give me skin cream?
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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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Will you help me? You know I can make it worth your while.
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what would i need to do to get some?
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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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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.
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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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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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sorry not sorry <3
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knock knock guess who
how are you?
rafiki voice: the king has returned
the king is dead tho
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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!"
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