008 | OVERFLOW

[godsoffortune]

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[purehonkproject]

I... guess? I don't know that much about birds.

[To be fair she doesn't know a whole lot about anything right now.]

At least these had fish in them!

[redotiertwo]

That makes two of us. [Davesprite doesn't seem all that bothered by the idea that he knows very little about most birds, even as he eats another of the sushi bits.]

So, found your god yet or are you still hanging out for that part?

[purehonkproject]

[But he is a bird. Sort of? He's at the very least birdlike.]

I haven't found them yet. What's your god like? Do you like them?

[redotiertwo]

[Very new, then. Davesprite brings his hands together at the question in an almost meditative pose, though the faint hint of amusement on his face makes the exaggeration obvious.]

My god's Neith, less godily known as Hajime. Ask practically anyone here and you'll probably get a steaming fresh plate of praise for her, she's kinda one of those people it's impossible not to like unless you're actual human garbage and immune to fun and happiness. Things have been kinda rough on her recently, but she's dealing with it like a fucking champ if I'm being honest.

[purehonkproject]

You sound like you really love her! And she must be a really strong person if she can keep herself together when things are rough.

I hope I can have that kind of relationship with my god.

[redotiertwo]

Not trying to come off too strong or anything, but it's a hell of a lot better than having an asshole for a god, because there are a couple like that here. I'll invoke the ancient ritual of finger crossing that you don't end up with one of the shitlords instead of one of the ones who actually deserve the title of god, even if the pageant crown was hurled onto their head by some asshole driving by in their chariot.

[And now he's half-imagining a terrible beauty pageant with gods getting their new titles draped over them on sashes. Sometimes his metaphors go stupid places without him really steering.]

[purehonkproject]

[This guys swears a lot, but he's actually... pretty nice once you get past that?]

A... a chariot race...? Do you really think that's how they decide on gods here?

[redotiertwo]

No, but it'd be a damn sight more interesting to watch than the way they probably do.

[So apparently he just kind of lost his shit with that metaphor and went with it anyway.]

[purehonkproject]

It seems kinda random...

[She can't really tell how people are chosen. And after she meets up with her god she's only going to get more confused about it.]

Maybe it's like... a raffle?

[redotiertwo]

For all the consistency, it might as well be raffles or straw drawing. Hell, maybe they literally draw fucking straws and whoever's straw is the most meticulously detailed and artistically inspired gets the cool shinki.

[That's the only possible way someone like him could've ended up with a god like Hajime, as far as he's concerned, because he sure as shit doesn't feel like he deserved that good a break.]

[purehonkproject]

Drawing straws...? I'd like to see those straws sometime! I bet they're super pretty! Do you think the gods make their own straws? Or maybe the shinki have their own straws and whoever draws them out gets us!

[Honoka is not a smart child.]

[redotiertwo]

[Davesprite just kind of assumes she's going along with the metaphor, so he doesn't go out of his way to correct her.]

They're gods, they'd have to make some pretty fucking spectacular straws to represent themselves in the most serious of straw-drawing wars. We're probably talking the big leagues here, sparkles and shit as far as the eye can see.

[purehonkproject]

[She thinks it's 100% literal, and Davesprite has done nothing to discourage it.]

Uwooooh! I want to see one of those straws one day!

[redotiertwo]

Someone declare a public straw-making contest so we can see what really goes on behind the scenes. They're keeping that shit to themselves and it's so fucking unfair I could shed a tear.

[And he is still not doing anything to discourage the idea that this is an entirely literal conversation.]

[purehonkproject]

You're right! That should definitely be public!

[redotiertwo]

[He's starting to twig that she actually thinks this is literal now, but then again, this seems like as good an answer to the problem of shinki sorting as any. It can't hurt to play along.]

Maybe you should ask your god about it. Could be some fine-ass straws waiting for you back at the temple that you don't even know about.

[Or maybe she has a cool enough god to make fancy straws with her at the suggestion.]

[purehonkproject]

Alright! You should ask yours too, if she's really that cool and nice I'm sure she'll show you.

[redotiertwo]

Hey, she'd probably make them for me. And the whole rest of the Far Shore. Seems like the kind of thing she'd do.

[As typically detached as he sounds, there is the faintest note of fondness deep down in that.]