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[halfblaked]

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[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.

[halfblaked]

Mm, I doubt anyone does. She's...a mysterious sort.

I wonder if it's lonely... living like that.

[baphlement]

Seems like she kind of does it to herself.

[halfblaked]

I would have thought someone with experience like hers would be able to side-step most issues readily.

[baphlement]

Guess she's just as fallible as any human. [Hahaha, he thinks. Bitterly.] Anyway, professor, it's been a good chat. I'm sure I'll see your face around our shows and general Pantheon business.

[Because aside from David Blake, what observer is really going to care? He's the press package.]