Mm, I can do that. But tell me something: I'm not going to have to deal with all of Ruin's godly powers when I go after her, am I? That'd be an unfair advantage.
Because I'm not playing by their rules, that's why. You see, in the spirit of this game, where their worth as a god is determined by how many competitors choose to support them, you're all a direct link to their current strength. They all took a divine oath, after all, to see this through by a specific set of standards. Imagine that this temple is it's own little world, that way. But me...
[She runs her fingers sweetly up his arm, tip-toeing her fingertips like feet.]
I'm not playing...so I'm the same as I always was. None of their rules affect me. I'm not bound to any kind of pledge. My world is the world outside of this dimension, and that's where my strength comes from.
Oh, no, nothing like that. It's just a bit awkward trying to project yourself forward from an afterlife of your own design. This is all a little new for me...I'm sure I'll get used to it.
[Pressing a finger to her masked lips, she presses it in turn onto the tip of his nose.]
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Mm, I can do that. But tell me something: I'm not going to have to deal with all of Ruin's godly powers when I go after her, am I? That'd be an unfair advantage.
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So how do you have power, exactly?
[It's an honest question, not a challenge. How does this whole god thing work?]
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[She runs her fingers sweetly up his arm, tip-toeing her fingertips like feet.]
I'm not playing...so I'm the same as I always was. None of their rules affect me. I'm not bound to any kind of pledge. My world is the world outside of this dimension, and that's where my strength comes from.
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The perks of opting to sit on the sidelines, huh? Clever.
[And obvious, now that he knows how all this works. He can't believe the other gods agreed to this.]
Is that why you look all ethereal?
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[Pressing a finger to her masked lips, she presses it in turn onto the tip of his nose.]
Don't worry your head about it.