phoct round 4 pt1Resonance was still annoying. If only that was all he was.
Renata had no sense of time in Hades, that was already established, but every second with Resonance seemed to drag on into hours. It was not just that he frustrated her—it was that he seemed to take pleasure in every disheartened sigh or listless laugh his every back handed compliment and open-handed insult brought from her. She had a very real sense that he was killing her.
“I have to stop,” she breathed as she stumbled behind him. Every day she grew weaker and weaker, and she could not keep up with Resonance’s light, brisk pace. Not that he cared. He turned to her, looking at her incredulously from beneath the wrappings on his face.
“Come on, that can’t be true.” He said. He didn’t bother to stop. “Even if you are just a woman, even you can’t be this weak.”
His words stung, and she hated that he could affect her more than she hated that he could insult her, but
Round 3 P4For the first time in a long time, Thoth allowed himself to sigh. He was…tired. Was that the word for it? Funny, he wasn’t actually sure that he could tell. He had lived so long with mind and emotions carefully neutral, he had lost his ability to take note of the state of his own body. To think, even gods had to worry about such things during the worst of times. It troubled him that that was what this was.
He looked out onto the wide, dark plains of Hades. He could only see so much from where he stood, but through his books and scrolls, he had seen through the eyes of every mortal and monster that had ever walked those fields, and so knew every speck of dirt, every blade of grass. Every heart, every mind, every soul. And all the terrible imbalance they were burdened with.
For others, it might have just been the natural state of things. The world was not an ordered place, they thought, and to assume otherwise was na´ve. Thoth knew better. This was not the natural way of thi
Round 3 p3Gods didn’t make a great deal of sense. Or at least, the god that had decided to institute himself as Renata’s patron deity certainly didn’t. Last thing she remembered was thinking she was going to die, and when she woke up, she was fine. Not only fine, but in the care of the god she was supposed to kill to get out of this place.
That instant of finding that out had left her both elated and confused. Now, after talking to Anubis while trying to make up for the fact her glamour had no noticeable effect on him, she was just confused. Apparently, he considered Thoth to be his closest friend and ally, and Thoth appeared to share this sentiment. If that was so, then why had Thoth introduced Renata to Osiris, when he knew what he would ask of her? Why had he dropped the would-be assassin at the feet of her intended target, and his best friend?
She thought on the bird-headed god, with his quiet tone and cryptic words. He was secretive and opaque, but he didn’t seem lik