Luminesa wrote:Nantoraka wrote:Abaguabana
Lethargic from just waking up, Abaguabana groggily wiped his hand from his forehead, slowly down his face and nose, to his chin, and groaned like a dying whale. He was not a morning person, and that's on his best days. Màrohu took over the nights, giving Abaguabana time to rest and relax from his (although loved) tiresome duties as the ocean's custodian. He was more of a night owl, and this groggy awakening wasn't exactly helped by the SUDDEN and LOUD blaring of thr intercom, which nearly startled him out of bed alone. His thoughts were that of annoyance and frustration;
Three days in, and I'm already being called by Hyperion.
Abaguabana could only sign in some anxious anticipation of what was to come. If he somehow got into trouble with the resident pantheon's administration, he shuddered to think how he would have his skin tanned by the great Yùcahu, or let alone his own mother. Though they share many differences, Guabancex's wrath would be terrible had she known of Abaguabana angering other deities. At the very least...
...-Abaguabana's train of thought was immediately stopped at the smell of food and the barely-recognizable words of Patriah as he rose from his bed like some zombie. He was shirtless, his tattoos glowing with spiritual power; he was more comfortable sleeping like that, it was the custom for the people who worshipped him after all, and he always hung his clothes neatly nearby.
"...Mhmmmm? W-what?"
It took a few seconds for the words to register, as Abaguabana beheld the food in front of him. "You...you're more of a morning person than I am, apparently. Just water please. Thank you."
Abaguabana rubbed his head, groaning. "Remind me to pay you pack later. Do you know what time it is, and why the intercom is...yelling at me?"
Patriah - Brotherhood of Nature and Confusion
Day 3
Patriah continued to cook, with his pan popping and sizzling as he finished making a fifth quesadilla for himself. At the same time, he pulled the pumpkin spice cookies out of the oven. The kitchen’s scents were even stronger, and much more homely. When he turned toward Abaguabana, he had a glittering look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. He was happy when he could tell that his cooking was something to make Eurydice proud.
“Water’s not breakfast. I made three of those for you, I have time to eat so I made five.” He immediately started into one as soon as he pulled it off the stove and plopped it onto a plate. No doubt it was too hot for most people to put in their mouths, but the crunch was a great sensation and the peppery heat danced in his mouth.
“Apparently Hyperion said something about an…excursion? Or that’s what I think I heard. It’s hard to tell with the music blaring.” He spoke between crunches of his quesadilla, and he scoot the plate for Bana more in his direction. He did still get his roommate water, and placed the glass next to the piping-hot dish. “You might as well eat now, you might not have the stomach to do so once you get to his office.”
Patriah knew Hyperion well enough. He was slovenly at best, when he actually managed to function through the day. On Day 1 and 2 he had been most likely just above the cusp of non-functioning, and more toward the evening when he had become sober he had started to act something resembling “normal”. Now he was back to his normal hungover self. “But I doubt you’re in trouble. You didn’t cause that huge booming noise last night on the other side of campus. I heard that was…Astrid?”
He spoke her name with a little bit of a wince. Even as a destructive young deity himself, he had some semblance of restraint. Astrid was a time-bomb waiting to explode.
“But anyway, you might as well hurry and eat. When you leave I’m gonna bring some of these cookies elsewhere, but if you wanna steal one feel free.”
Abaguabana furrowed his brows at the mention of Astrid.
"Ah, right, her." He didn't actually hear the booming noise, but didn't ask further, he'd figure he'd get a more accurate description of what happened from Hyperion. If he's being called up, maybe it had something to do with the...explosion? Taking a slice of quesadilla from his plate, he ate it and savored the taste. He coughed, he wasn't much experienced with spicy foods, and quickly downed some water. It was painful, the way the fires danced across the taste buds, but at the same time, it was delicious, and the burning turned to hunger for more. "Fantastic work. I don't wish to offend my uncle but...this may give him a run for his money. As for Astrid, well..."
Downing a quick (and desperate) gulp of water, his tattoos flaring as he re-hydrated, he coughed some more and cleared his throat. "Sorry, spicy. As for Astrid, do you ever wonder what's wrong with her? Why she acts the way she does?"