Saint Young[ish] Gods [IC]

[Rupudska]

5:53 AM
Heorot Hotel, 12th Floor, Room 1203
June 11, 2013

Mornings are evil. This is an undeniable fact. There are those who would deny it, these people are known collectively as 'fucking liars.'

Even the gods cannot escape the evil of mornings.

Or in Room 1203's case, a Goddess. Specifically the Goddess, head of the Christian religion and most powerful being in existence at that time.

"Fuuuu.... why do humans even get up this early in the morning?"

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she slithered out of bed. Megami checked her calendar.

Tuesday. Tuesday is the day for tacos.

With a great and mighty lack of enthusiasm, Megami prepared for the day ahead: She wouldn't have to go to her job [Part of her cover] for another several hours, so for now she could stay in and near the hotel. She let the water run in the shower [cover, gods did not need to perspire and their skin was naturally devoid of bacteria], then let it run in the sink [their mouths were also devoid of plaque-causing bacteria, or plaque, for that matter], then messed up her hair just enough to be believably human. She had a cover to keep, after all.

And thus, by 6:15, she was ready to greet the day in a semicasual manner, wearing her purple ACF Fiorentina jersey.

"All right, soo... the 12th-floor lobby is... this way!"

She turned to the left and began walking down the hall. Which made perfect sense, as to the right was the corner of the building.

Megami grinned, passing the door of her old rival, the Serpent. She resisted the temptation to knock it down and sock him in the face, if only because that would make her the bad guy. Instead, she banged on it repeatedly.

"Wake up, ya dumbass! You got stuck with morning shift today."

[Nachfolgia]

6:00 AM
Heorot Hotel, 12th floor, Room 1223
June 11, 2013

Hel woke up to the sound of her alarm clock going off, the sound of a deep voiced man laughing manically. Turning off the creepy laughter, the Goddess of Death sat up in her bed and stretched. She briefly looked around her room, which was dark and decorated with a wide assortment of gloomy and morbid decorations, walls painted in a very dark purple, pictures of cartoon skulls and posters of emo screamo bands lined the walls. Clothes, torn magazines, and ugly stuffed animals littered the floor where no one can walk without stepping on something. What was possibly the strangest decoration was the model skeleton ( or at least what everyone hoped was a model) sitting in a chair in the corner of the room with a beanie on.

Hel got out of bed and quickly hopped in the shower, which was pointless for an immortal like her. She dried herself off and stood in front of the mirror. She spent a couple of seconds staring at her reflection, staring into her heterochromia eyes. " Wow...I actually look beautiful today. Well, as beautiful as an undead goddess can be." Hel said with a slight smile. She then quickly put on some light makeup, dark of course. Her eye shadow and lipstick was the same shade of dark purple. She went back into her room and put on some clothes, a black lace skirt with fish net stockings, black boots, and a black t-shirt with a skull on it. She was just about to walk out when she forgot something, a small skull hair clip. Hel grabbed it and put it in her purplish hair. Now that she was ready, she walked out of her room. Hel saw one of her neighbors, Megami is what they call her, walking down the hall. Like Hel, Megami was also a goddess, though she was of the Christian faith. Hel immediately walked up and greeted the Christian goddess.

" Good morning Megami, Its a great day to be alive. Oh, wait...We're not alive." Hel said as she giggled to herself, enjoying the joke.

[Charmera]

Heorot Hotel, 11th Floor, Room 1112
6:02 am

Quetzalcoutl woke up, groaning as he sat up. He looked at his alarm clock, which played "Mr Blue Sky" at obnoxiously loud volumes. The god pressed a button on the clock and turned off the alarm. He grabbed it an looked at it, his eyes widening.

"6:00am? Im an early riser, but this is ridiculous!" he sighed, "Well, no point in going back to sleep…"

He put on a white shirt, black jeans and a black coat. Quetzalcoutl briefly considered bringing a spare change of clothes in case he had to transform into his serpent form, there had been several embarrassing situations when he had traveled to the world of the living and transformed, leaving his clothes worse for wear. He decided against it, he probably would't have to transform today. He grabbed his satchel on his way out and headed to the elevators, pressing the up button, he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator.

[Neo Arcad]

Present Day
Present Time
HAHAHAHAHA-

Set didn't sleep.

It wasn't that he couldn't sleep, though he was constantly troubled, a facet of his unnatural state of existence, even for a deity. It wasn't that he didn't NEED to sleep; adopting a human form had some limitations, and even the mightiest gods and goddesses in this form had to rest. Set didn't sleep, though. Not that night. He had had work to do. Set, being the God of Darkness, didn't work during the day. He preferred to stay indoors on sunny days, in fact. To that end, he'd taken up a job that often required him to work nights and which would remain unspecified because of reasons that aren't related to the writer being unable to think of a good one.

So Set rolled into the building and went up on the elevator to the 12th floor. That was the god floor. He shuffled down the hall to his room; it was close to the elevator, which was pretty nice, he supposed. Unlocking the door, he threw his backpack in, then, not bothering to lock it, he just kinda half-trudged towards the lobby. There would, he expected, be breakfast there per usual. In the hall ahead were two of the goddesses he tolerated most, Megami and Hel. The latter was making bad jokes, like usual. Set managed to muster a half smile at it nonetheless, which he maintained as he passed them. "Good morning, ladies." he mumbled. Only, it sounded more like "gmornnn'ladies". (Close enough.) Set thought, as he continued his march to the increasingly powerful smell of coffee.

[Creative Vikings]

6.12am
Heorot Hotel, Bathroom of unknown floor
June 11, 2013

Golden vinyl records overlayed with watery distortion.
A mouth comparable with the bleakness of the Mali countryside.
And a sensation that can only be described with an incoherent series of curse words.
These are the things Kvasir saw, tasted and felt when he woke up beneath a dozen towels made to be a makeshift bed. Bottles of various alcohol brands lay strewn in the bathroom, first noticed by the dazed God when he only slightly moved his feet. Kvasir struggled to recollect the reason for this, not to mention his own identity for a moment. Closing his eyes in discomfort, he rolled onto his side and pushed his body up with his hands so that he could stand. His stumbling was expected.
"Nggggggggh..." Kvasir muttered when he gazed upon the bathroom mirror. On it there were penises drawn in lipstick. He waved his hand about the many bottles that were surprisingly still standing on the basin counter. His vision was still abstract as mentioned before, so he worried he might mistake Head & Shoulders for Jack Daniel's. He'd made that judgement error too many times to laugh at himself for. He went to move around to the other end of the bench, only to slip on a bottle, fall and smash his head on the toilet. Luckily it was plastic, if you could call it luck.
"I think..." Kvasir weakly said "...I may go back to sleep.

And he did. In a puddle of blood and urine.

[Imperialisium]

Heorot Hotel

Njord, of the Vanir, well Aesir being the religiously correct terminology now; watched, peering through a window not far from the hotel at a young couple who had been wishing for a child. They had had coitus last night and Njord who may have been eaves dropping on the conversations of mortals as he walked down the street had perhaps decided to shift some of his forte there way. So as the young woman went to the restroom to do the pregnancy test Njord snapped his fingers, to see the look of relief and astonishment as it came up negative, the couple evidently must have been trying for a while due to the instant inhalation.

Njord snapped his fingers again and disappeared, the only sign of his presence being a silver hammer the size of a thumb laying on the couples bathroom counter top, runes spelling out his name would be on it, a prayer charm if one need be so inclined. See, Njord was a persistent being who despite the falling from favor of his fellow Norse gods still tried to do his duties in whatever form they may be. As was the case just presented; and, with the deed done it was time for some breakfast, heading to the nearest lobby Njord meandered about, grabbing a plate and piling up some eggs, sausage, toast, and a slice of ham before sitting down to enjoy a glass of milk an orange juice to compliment his meal.

[Neo Arcad]

Coffee. Lots of it. Strong, dark, and bitter. No cream, one packet of sugar. Just the way Set liked it. He gulped down his first cup, the heat barely registering, then went and got a second, along with several clementines. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, exhaling smoothly while he waited for the first cup to kick in. Sure enough, it did, and he pried open his eyelids with the beverage aiding him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he downed the second, and then began to peel and eat the clementines, focusing on the simple activity and the sweet taste of the fruit in order to awaken his tired mind.

[Charmera]

Coffee. Lots of it. Strong, dark, and bitter. No cream, one packet of sugar. Just the way Set liked it. He gulped down his first cup, the heat barely registering, then went and got a second, along with several clementines. He closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, exhaling smoothly while he waited for the first cup to kick in. Sure enough, it did, and he pried open his eyelids with the beverage aiding him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he downed the second, and then began to peel and eat the clementines, focusing on the simple activity and the sweet taste of the fruit in order to awaken his tired mind.

Quetzalcoutl had reached the lobby, coffee in hand he walked towards Set "Hello" he said sleepily to the deity, knowing little about him or his pantheon, after all Africa was a long way from South America. He took a large sip of his coffee, pausing, he smiled "Much better..." he then hushed his voice a little in case mortals might hear "Set is it? Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, pulling out a spare chair. "Im Quetzalcoutl of the Aztec Pantheon." The coffee had given him a little boost in energy.

[Utceforp]

6:20 AM
Heorot Hotel, 12th Floor, Room 1240
June 11, 2013

*snoooooore*

Enki woke up when he rolled off of the side of his bed onto the floors, into a puddle of water. He scrambled up to his feet, surprised only for a second. He turned backwards and saw that water was gushing out of one of his shoulder blades. Small fish also seemed to be appearing out of his back and landing in the puddle. "Aw crap, Tigris, why do you have to this to me? At least Euphrates behaves..."

Enki sucked in his gut, focused himself, and stopped the (literal) river pouring out from his back. He got out a mop he stored in the bathroom just for these occasions, and wiped up some of the water. Of course, he could just will the water away with a snap of his fingers, but he thought he should develop a habit of doing things the mundane way, so that he didn't accidentally perform some miracle and blow his cover.

Speaking of doing things the mundane way, Enki took the stairs down to the lobby. He didn't trust elevators. He didn't trust anything high up at all, really, his brother was the Lord of the Wind and Enki was fine with just being the Lord of the Earth, thank you very much, but as long as he had to live on the twelfth floor he would take the safer route.

Enki poured himself a glass of distilled water, which he took into a nearby bathroom, using his magic to remove a lot more of the impurities in the water until he was reasonably certain that it was 99.999999 H2O. The freshest of fresh water, a drink he enjoyed very much. He re-entered the lobby, grabbed some toast and butter, and sat down next to Set, a deity he was somewhat familiar with, and a deity with a name he vaguely remembered a name that was even harder to pronounce than "Nabopolassar". "Enki." He said, hearing Quetzalcoutl. "Of the Sumerian Pantheon."

[Neo Arcad]

Set addressed each of the newcomers in turn. "The name is Set. I'm from the Egyptian pantheon. The only one left, as far as I'm concerned. You know the story there, I'm sure." he said, seemingly unwilling to exposition further. "I used to fight the Serpents- Apep, Jormungandr, and the big one, Satan. But otherwise I'm the god of storms, emptiness, darkness, and violence." He then turned to Quetzalcoatl. "You... you're from South America, huh? You wouldn't happen to be a coffee god, would you?" he asked, hopeful.

[Nachfolgia]

Set addressed each of the newcomers in turn. "The name is Set. I'm from the Egyptian pantheon. The only one left, as far as I'm concerned. You know the story there, I'm sure." he said, seemingly unwilling to exposition further. "I used to fight the Serpents- Apep, Jormungandr, and the big one, Satan. But otherwise I'm the god of storms, emptiness, darkness, and violence." He then turned to Quetzalcoatl. "You... you're from South America, huh? You wouldn't happen to be a coffee god, would you?" he asked, hopeful.

Hel quickly made her way down to the lobby. She could have been down quicker if she could have used the shadows to teleport herself down stairs, but considering that she had to play human, she couldn't which she didn't like. Seeing a group of deities huddled around a table, Hel decided to join them. She quickly grabbed a cup of coffee (black of course) and a cheese Danish. Eating was another thing she found annoying. Now that she was in human form, Hel had to eat on a regular basis. She found the whole thing to be completely stupid, having to find nourishment like every mortal in the world. She has seen the souls of mortals who've died from malnourishment, their bodies sunken in and skeletonized. The malnourished were among the most pitiful beings Hel has ever encountered.

As Hel was walked towards the table, an idea popped in her head. Making sure no one was watching, Hel ducked into a darkened corner and disappeared. Seconds later, she literally popped out of nowhere behind Set. She leaned in towards his ear undetected and let out a hellish scream that can literally give a mortal a heart attack. " Did I scare you to death?" Hel said with a cynical smile as she sat down.

[Charmera]

Set addressed each of the newcomers in turn. "The name is Set. I'm from the Egyptian pantheon. The only one left, as far as I'm concerned. You know the story there, I'm sure." he said, seemingly unwilling to exposition further. "I used to fight the Serpents- Apep, Jormungandr, and the big one, Satan. But otherwise I'm the god of storms, emptiness, darkness, and violence." He then turned to Quetzalcoatl. "You... you're from South America, huh? You wouldn't happen to be a coffee god, would you?" he asked, hopeful.

"Ha, no...though I wish I was, what with these mortal bodies and their lack of energy..." he said, sighing as he sat down in his chair, taking a sip of his coffee as he did so. He briefly wondered if Sets mention of serpents was perhaps directed at Quetzalcoatl. No...he knows as little about me as I do about him. "Im god of the Skies, Winds and patron god of Aztec priests." I'l keep my serpent nature a surprise for later... he thought, smiling to himself.

Set addressed each of the newcomers in turn. "The name is Set. I'm from the Egyptian pantheon. The only one left, as far as I'm concerned. You know the story there, I'm sure." he said, seemingly unwilling to exposition further. "I used to fight the Serpents- Apep, Jormungandr, and the big one, Satan. But otherwise I'm the god of storms, emptiness, darkness, and violence." He then turned to Quetzalcoatl. "You... you're from South America, huh? You wouldn't happen to be a coffee god, would you?" he asked, hopeful.

Hel quickly made her way down to the lobby. She could have been down quicker if she could have used the shadows to teleport herself down stairs, but considering that she had to play human, she couldn't which she didn't like. Seeing a group of deities huddled around a table, Hel decided to join them. She quickly grabbed a cup of coffee (black of course) and a cheese Danish. Eating was another thing she found annoying. Now that she was in human form, Hel had to eat on a regular basis. She found the whole thing to be completely stupid, having to find nourishment like every mortal in the world. She has seen the souls of mortals who've died from malnourishment, their bodies sunken in and skeletonized. The malnourished were among the most pitiful beings Hel has ever encountered.

As Hel was walked towards the table, an idea popped in her head. Making sure no one was watching, Hel ducked into a darkened corner and disappeared. Seconds later, she literally popped out of nowhere behind Set. She leaned in towards his ear undetected and let out a hellish scream that can literally give a mortal a heart attack. " Did I scare you to death?" Hel said with a cynical smile as she sat down.

Quetzalcoutl had saw her just before she screamed in Sets ear, though he did not warn him, knowing the value of a good prank. He held in a chuckle when Hel screamed, trying not to laugh. Though he did briefly look around to make sure their cover wasn't blown, hoping there were no mortals in the area.

[Constaniana]

Unlike the whiny gods who complained about mornings, Porter Rockwell woke up easily. Early to bed, early to rise and all that. Getting out of his bed and kneeling beside it he prayed.

"Dear Heavenly Father, I thank thee for this day. Please grant me some unrepentant ass to whoop mightily, and aid that man I punched yesterday in recovering so he can have a chance to truly repent and turn his life around. And if he doesn't, let me find him again and solidly whoop his ass a second time. In Jesus's name Amen."

With that concluded Porter briefly washed himself and dressed, going to the lobby to feed himself. He walked in moments before Hel screamed in Set's ears. The mighty warrior scowled and shook his head, fetching a plate heaped high with sausages, bacon, eggs and cressoints. He also picked up one of the browner bananas he saw in the fruit bowl and tossed it at the Norse goddess's head.

"Keep it down, ye' obnoxious hippy. And try working on better jokes too," said Porter.

[Nachfolgia]

Unlike the whiny gods who complained about mornings, Porter Rockwell woke up easily. Early to bed, early to rise and all that. Getting out of his bed and kneeling beside it he prayed.

"Dear Heavenly Father, I thank thee for this day. Please grant me some unrepentant ass to whoop mightily, and aid that man I punched yesterday in recovering so he can have a chance to truly repent and turn his life around. And if he doesn't, let me find him again and solidly whoop his ass a second time. In Jesus's name Amen."

With that concluded Porter briefly washed himself and dressed, going to the lobby to feed himself. He walked in moments before Hel screamed in Set's ears. The mighty warrior scowled and shook his head, fetching a plate heaped high with sausages, bacon, eggs and cressoints. He also picked up one of the browner bananas he saw in the fruit bowl and tossed it at the Norse goddess's head.

"Keep it down, ye' obnoxious hippy. And try working on better jokes too," said Porter.

Hel didn't see the banana coming right for her and it hit right in the side of the head. She scowled as she looked into the direction of where it came from and saw Porter. " Who are you calling a hippy? I'm older than you! I don't even know why you're here, you're not even a god. You're just a personification of a side branch category of Christianity. You don't even have your own pantheon." Hel said as she stood up from her chair.

[Neo Arcad]

Hel was really good at pranks. In fact, if you said she wasn't, you'd be dead wrong. Heh. Set mentally chuckled at the Hel-esque joke as he barely flinched from her horrifying scream into his ear. Set turned in his chair to drink in the puzzled look on her face; it was better than coffee. "Hel." he began, in a semi-mocking tone. "When you're going to play a prank on the God of Darkness... make sure the setup doesn't require you to walk through the shadows like that." A smile played across his lips as he went back to his coffee. And then a banana hit her in her still-somewhat-confused face.

It was probably going to be a pretty good day, all things considered.

[Utceforp]

Enki looked up from his food and saw the scene unfold before him. Hel trying and failing to sneak up on Set, followed by a banana seemingly thrown by a large bearded man who looked like a normal human. Enki could tell by the subtle (or not so subtle, in this man's case) darkening of his teeth that showed he had plaque. His suspicions were confirmed when the angry Hel, who seemed to know him better, yelled at him after the banana incident. Enki wasn't sure where this was leading, it could be bad or good, but we knew it would be interesting.

"Does anyone find the use of the term "Hippy" by a man who has shoulder-length hair to be ironic? Just saying." He said, not looking up from his food.

[Constaniana]

Porter looked at the irritated Norwegian goddess with a neutral expression, taking the time to enjoy his sausages with the croissant.

"You still get old hippies runnin' around, for the record. They get lost in the 60's and all the drugs ruin their minds. Also for the record, I'm not a 'personification' or whatever hippy-speak word 'ye called me by. I'm just a man. An invincible man, of course, and one who isn't a hippy, despite whatever slanderous insults might be flung my way. A hippy doesn't cut their hair because their mind is set up on drugs and sex and flower guitars. I don't cut my hair because of a prophecy from a prophet of God told me to keep it to help me whoop more ass," Rockwell explained, cutting open the yolk on his egg to let it run out before soaking it up with the remaining part of his croissant.

[Utceforp]

Porter looked at the irritated Norwegian goddess with a neutral expression, taking the time to enjoy his sausages with the croissant.

"You still get old hippies runnin' around, for the record. They get lost in the 60's and all the drugs ruin their minds. Also for the record, I'm not a 'personification' or whatever hippy-speak word 'ye called me by. I'm just a man. An invincible man, of course, and one who isn't a hippy, despite whatever slanderous insults might be flung my way. A hippy doesn't cut their hair because their mind is set up on drugs and sex and flower guitars. I don't cut my hair because of a prophecy from a prophet of God told me to keep it to help me whoop more ass," Rockwell explained, cutting open the yolk on his egg to let it run out before soaking it up with the remaining part of his croissant.

Enki silently laughed as he stared at his plate. This guy was too good.


"Haven't you heard? That whole "bearded grandpa god" thing was just bad connection or translation or something. I don't know the whole story but "God" is "Goddess" now. Just so you know." Enki said, turning in his chair to face Porter. "I'm En-Ki, lord of the Earth, hippie personification of rivers and the reason you people survived the deluge, by the way." Enki was bragging a bit, but he was trying to keep his voice down. Enki didn't want to blow their cover.

[Rupudska]

Megami made a beeline for the coffee. Forget temperance, she needed caffeine in her system. [Well, she didn't, but she liked pretending she did, so she forced her brain to think it did.]

Thus began her morning ritual. Her first cup was simple: Black as the night, from the bottom of the pot, and hotter than Typhon's eyeballs. The second cup had only a pinch of sugar. Just to take a hint of the bite out.

The third and final cup was the one she was going to drink and not just guzzle like a Starbucks liquid crack addict. This one she splashed in a fair amount of [alcoholic] cream into from a flask by her hip.

Next, the food. Small pancakes, strawberries, and scrambled eggs - with olives, of course.

"Morning, everyone, I suppose."

She raised an eyebrow listening to Enki and Porter's conversation.

"Speaking of which, I am that Goddess."

[Constaniana]

The fact that people kept wanting to yammer to him when he just wanted to have a nice breakfast now irritated Rockwell, but he had suffered through worse than this.

"Uhh..that's great. Good for you and your river penis, Ankey," Porter snarked. As Megami greeted the group and inserted herself into the conversation he was having he gave a nod to her. "Good morning to you as well, ma'am." Porter then resumed eating.

[Hyperion]

Today
This Place
This time

YHWH stretched, tired after a long nights sleep. He moved to get up, but stopped as Aaron's rod stuck his back. "Wh-oh for my sake, why Aaron?" He pulled Aaron's rod out from his armpit and stuck it next to his nightstand, rubbing his armpit. "I should of given YOU to Goddess, not the Staff of Moses." He sighed and got up, taking his robes out of his closet. "I should tell Goddess, she tends to have better luck with Aaron's rod, ever since it saw her." He put them on and splashed water on his face, opening the door to his room and leaving.

He came down the elevator to the lobby, holding a coffee cup saying "World's Best-AND ONLY-Lord", muttering about how mortals never understand facts. He waved to Enki, and sat down next to him. "Good morning, En. How's the Epinephrine-I mean Euphrides-going? As a matter of fact, I forget, are you allergic to those?" He smiled and sipped some coffee, ignoring Megami.

[Nachfolgia]

Porter looked at the irritated Norwegian goddess with a neutral expression, taking the time to enjoy his sausages with the croissant.

"You still get old hippies runnin' around, for the record. They get lost in the 60's and all the drugs ruin their minds. Also for the record, I'm not a 'personification' or whatever hippy-speak word 'ye called me by. I'm just a man. An invincible man, of course, and one who isn't a hippy, despite whatever slanderous insults might be flung my way. A hippy doesn't cut their hair because their mind is set up on drugs and sex and flower guitars. I don't cut my hair because of a prophecy from a prophet of God told me to keep it to help me whoop more ass," Rockwell explained, cutting open the yolk on his egg to let it run out before soaking it up with the remaining part of his croissant.

" For the record, I'm not a hippy either. I have long hair because I'm a female. I also don't care much for sex or other mortal convictions, I'm not Freyja." Hel paused for a moment to take a bite out of her Danish. " And I know who you are, oh " Destroying Angel of Mormondom" who was once mortal, in fact, the only one here who ever was. That's right, I've kept in touch with religion that sought the destruction of The Æsir." Hel said with a scowl on her face as she took a sip of her coffee.

Hel then noticed Megami walking towards them, giving her greeting. Even though Megami's followers destroyed the pagan religion, Hel didn't have a problem with her. In fact, she actually kind of liked her, being the only two female Goddesses present. " Good morning Megami." Hel said with a smile.

[Rupudska]

" For the record, I'm not a hippy either. I have long hair because I'm a female. I also don't care much for sex or other mortal convictions, I'm not Freyja." Hel paused for a moment to take a bite out of her Danish. " And I know who you are, oh " Destroying Angel of Mormondom" who was once mortal, in fact, the only one here who ever was. That's right, I've kept in touch with religion that sought the destruction of The Æsir." Hel said with a scowl on her face as she took a sip of her coffee.

Hel then noticed Megami walking towards them, giving her greeting. Even though Megami's followers destroyed the pagan religion, Hel didn't have a problem with her. In fact, she actually kind of liked her, being the only two female Goddesses present. " Good morning Megami." Hel said with a smile.

"Ah, good morning, Hel." Megami began to pick up in spirits due to the caffeine, though not as much as usual.

The reason, of course, was the presence of YHWH, whom she had often had a somewhat chilly relationship with.

Eventually, finishing off a pancake, she sighed, turning in her seat to face him.

"Aren't you going to say hello to your daughter, father?" Her tone was unusually even, cool, and a bit annoyed. The third was the most unusual: Megami was rarely annoyed, she usually switched directly to and from anger.

[Hyperion]

" For the record, I'm not a hippy either. I have long hair because I'm a female. I also don't care much for sex or other mortal convictions, I'm not Freyja." Hel paused for a moment to take a bite out of her Danish. " And I know who you are, oh " Destroying Angel of Mormondom" who was once mortal, in fact, the only one here who ever was. That's right, I've kept in touch with religion that sought the destruction of The Æsir." Hel said with a scowl on her face as she took a sip of her coffee.

Hel then noticed Megami walking towards them, giving her greeting. Even though Megami's followers destroyed the pagan religion, Hel didn't have a problem with her. In fact, she actually kind of liked her, being the only two female Goddesses present. " Good morning Megami." Hel said with a smile.

"Ah, good morning, Hel." Megami began to pick up in spirits due to the caffeine, though not as much as usual.

The reason, of course, was the presence of YHWH, whom she had often had a somewhat chilly relationship with.

Eventually, finishing off a pancake, she sighed, turning in her seat to face him.

"Aren't you going to say hello to your daughter, father?" Her tone was unusually even, cool, and a bit annoyed. The third was the most unusual: Megami was rarely annoyed, she usually switched directly to and from anger.

YHWH shifted uncomfortably in his seat, before turning to Megami. "Sorry, Megami. I didn't notice you, getting old. Good morning, isn't it?" He shifted around abit more, and sipped his coffee. "It's nice to see you've become a big girl, bigger than me...not to be rude...",he said akwardly.

He reached behind him, grabbing a large sausage on a plate, and began eating it.

[Charmera]

Quetzalcoutl was a little quiet while he finished his coffee, trying to regain his energy. He had almost burst out laughing when Hel was hit by a banana. However he managed to stop himself, biting his tongue. He nodded to YHWH and Megami as a greeting, though Megami may have been partly responsible for the Spanish colonization of the Aztecs, he tended to not hold grudges for longer than a hundred years. Besides, it was best not to make enemies with this many gods in the same place. He turned to Enki "So wheres the rest of your Pantheon, Enki?" he asked with genuine curiosity.