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[halfblaked]

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[baphlement]

Now it's different, in a navel-gazing way, and yes I do appreciate the irony. "Local goth kid turned local death god, didn't see it coming."

[halfblaked]

It could be worse. [ A snort. ] I predicted it would be in Asia, and days later, out comes Baal and Sakhmet.

Have you given much thought to your role, as Baphomet? There aren't many times that you have surfaced.

[baphlement]

I am, as I have been told -- [By Cassandra.] The first of my name.

So, no. Not at all.

[halfblaked]

Mhmm. [ A beat. ]

Likely due to the unusual origin of the Sabbatic Goat. [ Yeah he knows. ]

How does that make you feel? Being the first?

[baphlement]

How would it make anyone feel? Absolutely great.

[He can almost muster the gusto.]

[halfblaked]

Sarcasm doesn't fit well to godhood. [ A beat. ] Is it...as invigorating as they pretend it is?

Or is it like a burden too heavy to carry?

[baphlement]

It's definitely the most amazing feeling of being. Like -- I don't know, like the sun always warming against your skin, except coming from beneath your skin.

[halfblaked]

That's...beautiful. It sounds amazing, but it's so...short-lived. Do you think the sacrifice is worth it?

[baphlement]

... Yes. [No.] There has got to be more interesting things to talk about. You're the professor!

[halfblaked]

Sorry, sorry. I just -- haven't had much opportunity to speak with you all. I go to the concerts, but...

Well, nobody's all that interested in talking to a professor when there are cameras around.

[baphlement]

I mean, I think that point stands in general. But I get what you mean.

[halfblaked]

Well, at least we used to record Ragnarok. [ A little dryly. ]

But yes, regardless, I'm glad you understand. Do you mind them -- the questions?

[baphlement]

I don't mind the questions as long as you don't mind my answers.

[halfblaked]

Oh, not at all! I find the honesty... refreshing, actually. A lot of the gods are up on their high horses, and here you are... sharing these nuggets of truth.

Did you always think you would become a god? Something inside of you?

[baphlement]

Uh, no. [Quite the opposite, actually. It was always Marian who seemed to think something more of him.] I was a kid in uni. That's all.

Now I'm an interdimensionally traveling underworld god. Guess I really wasted my time, taking those A levels.

[halfblaked]

Oh?

You weren't at one of my schools, were you? I suspect I would have recognized you, then. [ He cleared his throat. ] Although it would have been a point of pride, if one of my students ended up a member of the Pantheon.

[baphlement]

Oh, no, not if you taught anywhere near London. Wasn't an easy commute for me. [An awkward beat followed.] Sorry to disappoint.

[halfblaked]

Ah, no, it's fine. I...understand. Are you from outside London, then? The countryside?

[baphlement]

Less cosmopolitan, yeah. [That's about as much as he'll commit.] But not quite countryside. [His was more of a post-industrial experience.]

Not as glamorous as people would have guessed, but we made do.

[halfblaked]

Oh, how interesting. Most were from the city. I wonder what... led her to you?

[ It's more thoughtful, than a direct question. ]

That's rhetorical, of course. I don't know anyone who could answer that sort of question beyond the mysterious Ananke herself.

[baphlement]

I think more she was led to me.

[Flatly delivered, a halfway answer even if that was rhetorical. But he wasn't bringing Morrigan's name into this.]

[halfblaked]

Oh? [ A pause. ] Interesting.

I never...got the impression that she was much of a follower.

[baphlement]

Looks like the old girl was able to surprise us all. [Time and time again.]

[halfblaked]

And how does this old girl keep doing this? At some point, can't she just... stop being so mysterious?

[baphlement]

I don't know the answer to that one.