[ Hm, oh no. He's at least got the decency to not comment on the stutter, but it does cause him to pause from where he's looking at the tiny sandwiches with a more mild interest than usual. ]
So. H-Hades. You know that wh-whole, “root of your d-despair” thing? Well, he’s p-part of mine. He’s the g-god of the Underworld back home, and… my b-boss.
Shi Q-Qingxuan seems okay so f-far. Or m-maybe just... idealistic.
[ but yeah. she nods. ]
H-Hades isn't the reason it s-started, but h-he's the m-main reason for it these d-days. I came h-here to try to w-win back my f-freedom so that I could l-live my own l-life again. Just another bad j-judgment, I suppose.
Idealistic is one way to put it. [ And probably the gentlest way to put it. ] She's something.
[ It's not as biting as it could be said, so, there's that. ]
Depending on how this turns out, there's a chance you still will get your freedom back. We just need to stay alive in this mess. Then you get back, and you're out from under his thumb, back to living your life.
Mm, most of the Heavens have forgotten what it was like to be mortal. I don't suppose Hades is any differennt.
[ He accepts the tea cookie, nibbling a bit on it with less gusto than when they usually bitch and eat. ]
The odds are never in my favor, as a general rule. [ the lore ] But if the end result is being freed from manhandling, maybe we can teach you a few ways to make those people rethink it while you're here.
Gods where we're from ascend to the Heavens, so they were human, once. Or ghosts, if you believe the myths.
[ The absolute dryness in that last part. Somewhere, Hua Cheng sneezes. ]
Still, if he was never mortal, then he's never had a concept of human morals. [ He shrugs a shoulder, nibbles at the cookie some more in lieu of confirming, but looks at her calmly. ] Ideally your reward at the end of this mess is no more Hades. You can go from there with what you learn here.
Well, that's not unheard of where I'm from, but it is uncommon. But even those gods aren't reliable when it comes to understanding mere mortals like me.
[ matching the dryness in ming yi's voice is all too easy. just one more reason they get along, maybe. ]
Ideally, though... yes. If I never have to hear his name again, it'll be too soon.
I don't exactly have many good things to say about the Zhongguo gods, frankly, and I'm left to spend my time amongst them. I doubt it would be all that different for yours.
[ Ming Yi you? Are one of them? Sir? ]
Scumbag, then, maybe. Seems synonymous with someone like that.
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week 1, monday.
I believe that I owe you a s-story, don't I?
[ oh no ]
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If "now" happens to be the "later," then, yes.
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[ you know. stutter aside. ]
So. H-Hades. You know that wh-whole, “root of your d-despair” thing? Well, he’s p-part of mine. He’s the g-god of the Underworld back home, and… my b-boss.
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So this story is off to a great start already, then. Is he insufferable?
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[ there's a roll of her eyes. ]
I swear, his f-f-favorite hobbies are making me do his d-dirty work and dangling my f-freedom over me like a c-carrot on a stick.
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[ Ming Yi's profile: he's 547 years old and the earthmaster. ]
But that sounds... familiar. [ boy howdy in a lot of ways ] Honestly, I can't blame you if he's part of the "root" for you.
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Shi Q-Qingxuan seems okay so f-far. Or m-maybe just... idealistic.
[ but yeah. she nods. ]
H-Hades isn't the reason it s-started, but h-he's the m-main reason for it these d-days. I came h-here to try to w-win back my f-freedom so that I could l-live my own l-life again. Just another bad j-judgment, I suppose.
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[ It's not as biting as it could be said, so, there's that. ]
Depending on how this turns out, there's a chance you still will get your freedom back. We just need to stay alive in this mess. Then you get back, and you're out from under his thumb, back to living your life.
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[ she just. leans her elbows on the table, casually offering ming yi a tea cookie. ]
F-Free of Hades, free of manhandling... [ sigh. ] Now th-that would be w-worth it, wouldn't it? D-Do you think the odds are in our f-favor?
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[ He accepts the tea cookie, nibbling a bit on it with less gusto than when they usually bitch and eat. ]
The odds are never in my favor, as a general rule. [ the lore ] But if the end result is being freed from manhandling, maybe we can teach you a few ways to make those people rethink it while you're here.
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Hades was never mortal. At least, not if you believe the myths.
[ just gonna clear that up now. ]
Is that a fact? [ hmmm. ] Well, I wouldn't say no to that. But Hades is the bigger problem.
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[ The absolute dryness in that last part. Somewhere, Hua Cheng sneezes. ]
Still, if he was never mortal, then he's never had a concept of human morals. [ He shrugs a shoulder, nibbles at the cookie some more in lieu of confirming, but looks at her calmly. ] Ideally your reward at the end of this mess is no more Hades. You can go from there with what you learn here.
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[ matching the dryness in ming yi's voice is all too easy. just one more reason they get along, maybe. ]
Ideally, though... yes. If I never have to hear his name again, it'll be too soon.
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[ Ming Yi you? Are one of them? Sir? ]
Scumbag, then, maybe. Seems synonymous with someone like that.
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That’s a good word for him, yes. Sunshine seemed to think so, too.
[ she gives ming yi a curious look, then, canting her head to the side. ]
...Neither of you seem so bad, though - for gods, that is.
[ she's just calling him out right now i guess? ]