[This rule is personally victimizing him. There's a quick spark of petulant anger that he's not allowed to have his way, but he snaps out of it as another question pops into his head. He's not sure what made him think of it.]
What happens when a god loses all of their followers?
Hm. Is it rude to say that's unfortunate? Then again, maybe that's more satisfying in the longrun. Getting to lord your win over the others is better than killing them permanently, I think.
[There's a twinge of... something, in the back of his mind. He can't quite tell what it is, but it's not a good feeling. He shifts his weight.
Better switch gears.]
One more question for ya: Any idea where Patience's room is?
Somewhere behind that big door she kept locked. Why even make it appear in the first place, I couldn't tell you. It's more than just a single room behind there, though.
[Rrr. For every answer he gets, there's some rule he has to play along with or work he has to do himself. It's annoying. You'd think a guy would get further in life by agreeing to murder someone in cold blood.]
Fine.
[It'll be a noble sidequest to keep him entertained through his recon activities, at least.]
I'm not really the friend-making type, but I'll see if I can turn up the charm. You know, for the Cause, and all.
[He hasn't been likable in ten years, and even then, "likable" was pushing it.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets and turns to leave, but whirls around again before he's gotten too far.]
And, you know what? The pink really is growing on me.
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[This rule is personally victimizing him. There's a quick spark of petulant anger that he's not allowed to have his way, but he snaps out of it as another question pops into his head. He's not sure what made him think of it.]
What happens when a god loses all of their followers?
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[To control other people.]
Technically, they're still in the game. They can try to win back followers...but without followers, gods become vulnerable.
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Open season?
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[There's a twinge of... something, in the back of his mind. He can't quite tell what it is, but it's not a good feeling. He shifts his weight.
Better switch gears.]
One more question for ya: Any idea where Patience's room is?
[Asking for a friend.]
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That's what I figured, but how am I supposed to get in there? Short of defecting to whichever god it was that has that unlocking ability.
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Fine.
[It'll be a noble sidequest to keep him entertained through his recon activities, at least.]
I'm not really the friend-making type, but I'll see if I can turn up the charm. You know, for the Cause, and all.
[He hasn't been likable in ten years, and even then, "likable" was pushing it.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets and turns to leave, but whirls around again before he's gotten too far.]
And, you know what? The pink really is growing on me.
[He blows her a kiss.]
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Patience is a total slut, by the way!