GODLY AUDIENCES - NEWT GEISZLER

[divus]

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[arockstar]

[At first, Newt thinks it's just his eyes playing tricks on him. Having to wear these glasses again hasn't exactly been easy on his vision. But, when he realizes it's Patience, he lights up. He wasn't expecting this to work.]

I'm used to working against slim chances. How've you been? You look good.

[The ghost look suits her.]

[divus]

How could I miss a private concert meant just for me?

[She giggles.]

Ooooh, I've been bored. Dead people can be such whiners. But thanks--you're not looking so bad yourself.

[arockstar]

Mm.

[He gives her a once-over, taking his time as he does so.]

Is that why you've got that apparition look going on? I like it. Hey, can you tell Ava I said hi? She's the only dead person I miss having around.

[He plays a couple bars of "Mr. Roboto".]

Hey, that deal you made me. That wasn't you telling me to hurry up and die, was it?

[He's laughing.]

[divus]

Sure, I can do that. You can always send her an offering yourself, you know. I hand out the mail once a week, like some sort of sexy prison guard.

[She wishes that was the outfit she was wearing instead of the whole robe and mask look, tbh.]

Who, me? I'd never!

[She sounds like she thinks it's pretty funny, though.]

You just would've needed some help from someone on Cunning's team to get past the first door--after that, I would've unlocked the rest. Too late for that, now, though...

[arockstar]

Hah, good to know. I've got something in the works for her.

[b a k e a v a.]

Damn, Cunning was right. I should've picked his team from the start.

[He shakes his head. Not finding Patience's room is definitely his biggest misstep in this competition thus far.]

So I heard you were the deciding vote in setting up this competition in the first place. Some people think that means you're down with bloodshed.

[divus]

If I said yes, it wouldn't turn you off, would it?

[Reaching out, she slowly pulls his glasses down his nose, the dark eyes of her mask gazing into his own.]

[arockstar]

[He grins, letting her tug at his glasses for a moment before just plucking them off. He sets them on the edge of the piano.]

You know it wouldn't.

[divus]

I know it wouldn't.

[She agrees with a conspiratorial edge, her feet kicking idly in the air behind her.]

What's a little spilled blood in return for a wish granted, after all? These kind of things are big. They should be earned. There used to be a time when people would feel honored to put their life on the line for their god or their goddess.

[arockstar]

If you were a goddess in my world, I'd be a much more devout man, I can tell you that much. You're right, though. Everyone seems to be forgetting that we're here for a competition.

[It's annoying.]

If you wanted to grant us a wish without any payment, you would've done so in the dream.

[divus]

Isn't there a saying that goes something like...with great risk comes great reward? You wouldn't think that so many of the people brought here would be so, well, entitled.

[But she doesn't sound too put-out. She's not playing, after all.]

If you were a devout man, I bet I'd hear you confess all your sins every Sunday.

[arockstar]

There's some other saying about hard work and things being worth it... I don't remember, but getting a free wish without having to put the work in sounds like a cop-out to me.

[Not that he would've turned it down? But may as well use this opportunity to throw shade at everyone else. He smiles.]

All my sins? I'd be on my knees for a while then. You into men begging for forgiveness?

[divus]

You don't know the half of it.

[She lays her head down, folding her arms beneath her cheek.]

And I don't forgive...easily.

[arockstar]

[He flips down the fallboard and props an elbow on it, leaning in to rest his chin on his knuckles.]

Guess I'm in trouble if I do die then, huh? I guess it depends on what you consider a sin, though.

[divus]

And depends on what you consider trouble.

[Can this get any hornier?]

[arockstar]

[yes it can, says mippins in the meta ether, presenting exhibit A to the jury, allow me to immortalize my shame and also my hilarious joke.]

[Newt, meanwhile, blissfully unaware of this alternate timeline where his dingdong is a better pianist than he, lets out a low chuckle.]

You know, you're dirtier than I anticipated. Mind you, that's not a complaint. Just an observation.

[divus]

It's because of the name, right? It does make me sound like some kind of total prude. But, really, it just means that I'll wait as long as I have to in order to get what I want.

[ :) ]

[arockstar]

Eh, I suppose that's part of it. But like any of the other names, the concept of patience can mean a lot of things. It's not inherently one thing or the other.

[But he ponders her question for a moment longer.]

It's more that we've got something in common, you know? You didn't come right out the gate with all this. You made me work for it. There's more to you than what's on the surface.

[There's another long pause. He lets his eyes wander over her again.]

So what do you want, exactly?

[divus]

With you? Oooor, in general?

[She lets him watch her. Without being able to see her expression, it still seems like she's enjoying the attention.]

[arockstar]

[He assumes she would've told him to fuck right off by now if she wasn't enjoying herself, so.]

Both, but... Let's start with me.

[divus]

Weeell, isn't it obvious?

[She gives a slight giggle, pressing a finger to her masked lips.]

I like you.

[arockstar]

[He gasps dramatically.]

You mean you like-like me? Gosh, I'm flattered. Good news, though. You don't have to live up to your name with me.

[He winks not in a creepy way.]

[divus]

Yeah, I got that when you kept asking me about my room.

[But she doesn't sound mad about it, just amused.]

You should know that when I like a guy...I tend not to let them go so easily.

[arockstar]

Oh yeah? Color me intrigued. Are you planning to smuggle me into that new world of yours?

[He's not super duper sure he'd be cool with that, but sure, let's flirt with the idea for now.]

I'd suggest we elope but we haven't even kissed yet.

[divus]

Don't worry, I don't want to get married. I don't really like being tied down.

[It's fine!]

But I think you'll find that there are other prizes on the table outside of what any single god can give you. Just don't tell anyone; it's a secret. ❤

[arockstar]

[Okay, flirting aside, he quirks an eyebrow.]

Don't worry, I'm good with secrets.

[As she may have noticed by now. Maybe. He's also slipped up like a thousand times, but no one's called him on it yet, so. It's fine.]

What do you mean? Isn't the prize at the end of this a wish? That sounds pretty potent to me.