[ So this particular message, when it arrives in Loki's inbox, is... strange. It's something that was sent over a different communicator system in the past, in another time and another place. There's a crackle of static and a bitten-off sob, and then Mercy's voice from an entire world away, sounding wild and hysterical and perhaps a little out of her gourd: ]
It is here! The Resurrection Beast is come! The seventh colossus, brood of that which murdered Cyrus the First, packmate of that which murdered Ulysses the First, the one and the same that Cassiopeia died for! Oh, God, John, sometimes I wish I were capable of dying — I saw it! I saw it, and it is blue like Loveday's eyes! It knows what you did to its kin, and it sees—
[ ... But then, because Mercy is a detail-obsessed nitpicker, of course she goes back into her network archives and checks her outbox. And finds the outgoing voice recording of her own voice, shrill and hysterical and rendered mad by the sight of the Beast. And she winces. ]
—Or, perhaps I did. But that... message was meant for an entirely different God on a different space station, a while back. I have no idea how it got here, on this network.
Not one of my more flattering moments. Kindly disregard it.
I don't think you'd know him, unless our universes crossed over more than I knew.
[ a sigh, gearing herself up to deliver the usual schpiel: ]
Our God was the Necromancer Divine, King of the Nine Renewals, the Necrolord Prime, the Emperor of the Nine Houses, the Undying King... honestly, there might be a few epithets I'm forgetting, there are so awfully many of them. Mostly, I just called him John.
Right?? [ it's voice-only, but he can pretty easily imagine her flipping up her hands in exasperation. ] It gets inutterably tiresome when the mortals are just bowing and scraping and abasing themselves all over whenever he passes by. Can hardly get anything done for all the prayers. A waste of time.
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dothelokimotion) wrote2020-04-18 07:42 am
cross-dimensional misfire! audio.
It is here! The Resurrection Beast is come! The seventh colossus, brood of that which murdered Cyrus the First, packmate of that which murdered Ulysses the First, the one and the same that Cassiopeia died for! Oh, God, John, sometimes I wish I were capable of dying — I saw it! I saw it, and it is blue like Loveday's eyes! It knows what you did to its kin, and it sees—
[ And then it's cut off, rather abruptly. ]
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The Resurrection Beast?
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[ She doesn't yet realise that the first message came from her. Hasn't checked her outbox yet. ]
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You were the one who spoke of it.
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[ ... But then, because Mercy is a detail-obsessed nitpicker, of course she goes back into her network archives and checks her outbox. And finds the outgoing voice recording of her own voice, shrill and hysterical and rendered mad by the sight of the Beast. And she winces. ]
—Or, perhaps I did. But that... message was meant for an entirely different God on a different space station, a while back. I have no idea how it got here, on this network.
Not one of my more flattering moments. Kindly disregard it.
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Which God?
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[ a sigh, gearing herself up to deliver the usual schpiel: ]
Our God was the Necromancer Divine, King of the Nine Renewals, the Necrolord Prime, the Emperor of the Nine Houses, the Undying King... honestly, there might be a few epithets I'm forgetting, there are so awfully many of them. Mostly, I just called him John.
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John sounds better than that drivel.
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There's worship and then there's just being pedantic in your desire for it.