[Now the drunk gods are puffing up in offense. Further offense. Bad Life Decisions are definitely right around the corner here as the stick is tossed and steam seems to whistle from their ears. Or that's one of the other gods in the room passing by with their retinue and glancing at this entire... mess.
Nope, don't want to get involved in that. But in way the woman looks at Iskandar is one of... pity. Like she doesn't believe he's going to measure up against three drunk court officials, fellow God or not, God of war or not. Old gods for a reason, you know? Maybe in a few centuries.
She might have missed that big ol' Servant fight where everyone lost their chill at least once. She completely ignores Waver, skipping over his presence like he's another ornament in the room like that lovely scroll hanging on the wall. Because you are, dear. Just a pretty thing. And then she's gone.]
Hoooooh? You seem so sure of yourself. Does our appearance fool you that much? Do you think we're weak?
[One of the old gods puts a restraining hand on that one.]
Funny how you seem to be claiming it anyway. Unless you enjoy having it disgrace your table. This place seems just fine for a... discussion. [Nasty smile meets nasty smile.] Unless such a friendly talk about responsibility is beyond you.
[Go on Iskandar. Start shit in front of the entire room with all its gods and shinki. They dare you.
This is the moment where Waver's hand falls on Iskandar's knee in warning and he hisses softly No.]
As for your shinki, what assault do you mean? We merely asked why he wasn't doing his duty. Such is the right of any God here.
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Nope, don't want to get involved in that. But in way the woman looks at Iskandar is one of... pity. Like she doesn't believe he's going to measure up against three drunk court officials, fellow God or not, God of war or not. Old gods for a reason, you know? Maybe in a few centuries.
She might have missed that big ol' Servant fight where everyone lost their chill at least once. She completely ignores Waver, skipping over his presence like he's another ornament in the room like that lovely scroll hanging on the wall. Because you are, dear. Just a pretty thing. And then she's gone.]
Hoooooh? You seem so sure of yourself. Does our appearance fool you that much? Do you think we're weak?
[One of the old gods puts a restraining hand on that one.]
Funny how you seem to be claiming it anyway. Unless you enjoy having it disgrace your table. This place seems just fine for a... discussion. [Nasty smile meets nasty smile.] Unless such a friendly talk about responsibility is beyond you.
[Go on Iskandar. Start shit in front of the entire room with all its gods and shinki. They dare you.
This is the moment where Waver's hand falls on Iskandar's knee in warning and he hisses softly No.]
As for your shinki, what assault do you mean? We merely asked why he wasn't doing his duty. Such is the right of any God here.