If I could just give powers willy nilly, I would've already done it. That way you could just cause as much trouble as possible. I'm afraid it's not that simple. Those stupid fucking rules and all.
Hell no. That would be, like, the most unfair fight ever. No followers, no godly powers. Doesn't mean she won't fight back, but she'll fight back about as much as anyone could be expected to...and ultimately, she can't stop you.
I mean there's powers and then there's godly powers, right? Some of them came from places with like, magic or whatever, so they're just naturally able to do things that have nothing to do with divinity.
[She gives a weak shrug.]
My world wasn't like that, so it's not something I really know much about.
Nooo clue. Considering her whole hangup with me wanting to approach you in the first place was that I might try and poach you...uh, yeah, I'm staying out of her way, too.
[Disorder scoffs, looking at her nails.]
Not like she'll be much of a threat for very long. And then which bitch is going to have the last laugh?
I don't know if she's an idiot, but she's too comfortable. She's never had to deal with her Machiavellian reign come crumbling down on her before, so she doesn't have any experience to draw from now. Luckily, I'm an expert at dealing with sneaky backstabbers.
There's a reason that I chose a high school as my setting. Before I graduated, you could say I was sort of the reigning Queen Bee--at least until about halfway through my Junior year. That's when everything fell to shit.
[Straight out of a movie high school drama.]
And like, I'm not just talking your average popularity drama, here. I nearly died because some bitch decided she didn't like my style. Trust me, when you've experienced that kind of underhanded scheming, you learn to adapt.
[Pulling off her mask, Disorder shakes out her hair, running a hand through the blonde strands. Her smile's as coy as any proper vixen.]
Anyway, the short story is: it's easy enough to present yourself as a victim when there are already details on your side. All you have to do is embellish, just a little, and everyone else does the heavy lifting for you.
[Whoa. He was not expecting her to ditch the mask. Gods can do that???
He also was not expecting her to be, like, practically a kid, but whatever. Technically she's not, not anymore. Good for her, securing immortality in her prime.]
Well, hey there. Isn't this an honor?
[She absolutely looks the part. He smiles.]
You're right about that. Can you believe everyone fell for my misdirect with the generator? I thought for sure someone would see through that.
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Aren't you sweet?
[But, now that she mentions it...]
What's a guy gotta do to get an extra power or two out of you?
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Bummer. But, hey, as long as no one else is getting that privilege.
[binches better not be playing FAVORITES unless he's the favorite in which case please play favorites.]
Can you tell me more about this god-killing business? Is Ruin going to be able to use her god magic on me or whatever?
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So the people claiming that Fortune could use her powers last week... They were lying.
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[She gives a weak shrug.]
My world wasn't like that, so it's not something I really know much about.
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[Hm. Bad.]
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[Better stay out of the west wing, then. Just in case.]
Any idea if she knows what I'm planning? How's she been behind the scenes?
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[Disorder scoffs, looking at her nails.]
Not like she'll be much of a threat for very long. And then which bitch is going to have the last laugh?
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[Maybe Ruin's all bark and no bite after all, and this whole murder plan is unnecessary...
But it's still happening. The gears are already turning, and besides, he's no quitter.]
You're right, though. She'll be out of your hair soon enough.
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[Forget Ruin. He's interested in you, girl.]
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[Straight out of a movie high school drama.]
And like, I'm not just talking your average popularity drama, here. I nearly died because some bitch decided she didn't like my style. Trust me, when you've experienced that kind of underhanded scheming, you learn to adapt.
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[because he was like 12 and a nerd, so.]
How'd you get her back?
[He's sure she did.]
1/2
[Being the darling of PacRim, he can probably get what she means. Quirky, fast-talking Newt, the big bad? No way.]
Ugh, God. This mask is really putting a damper on my revenge talk. Hold on.
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Anyway, the short story is: it's easy enough to present yourself as a victim when there are already details on your side. All you have to do is embellish, just a little, and everyone else does the heavy lifting for you.
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He also was not expecting her to be, like, practically a kid, but whatever. Technically she's not, not anymore. Good for her, securing immortality in her prime.]
Well, hey there. Isn't this an honor?
[She absolutely looks the part. He smiles.]
You're right about that. Can you believe everyone fell for my misdirect with the generator? I thought for sure someone would see through that.
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[She gives him a sly wink, grin stretching from ear-to-ear.]
I think we've been overestimating this crowd, personally.
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[It's a joke, but also, is it?]
Oh, without a doubt. They're easy as hell to confuse. Did you see that girl buying right off the bat that Ruin's ex-follower offed Fortune?
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[She sighs, rolling her eyes.]
I swear. If I have to suffer through another week of relationship drama...
[But then, shrugs.]
At least it's a waste of time that benefits us. They only have themselves to blame if they keep up their shit priorities and help us win.