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Totally blanked and forgot to move my character over... oops.

I'm working on a second character as well, but it's kind of slow-going since my class picked up. Hopefully I'll have it done tomorrow or the day after.

Fiala: all work and no play


Fiala no longer restrained her giddiness as the downpour began. She extended her arms and spun in place, dancing like a child frolicking in a light rain - although as she stepped around, the raindrops veered off course, hitting the pavement and keeping her dry. She didn't pay attention as the man across the street held his briefcase above his head and ran for cover, nor did she care that other people were scrambling to avoid the sudden and dramatic weather change. She didn't even notice when a fairy landed on her sister's shoulder, or the change in Hiraga's expression as the message was delivered. It wasn't until Hiraga spoke again that Fiala realized what happened.

Amos. Fiala loved playing with him when she was still in the Heavens, although he never quite appreciated her games... always took his job so seriously. She thought of him occasionally, mostly to wonder if thousands of years in exile softened him enough to lighten up and enjoy himself a little... although Hiraga's words seemed to indicate otherwise. Still, it would be nice to see him again.

Goehearth, though... Fiala scowled at the utterance of his name. He was never fun. All he wanted was to destroy. Her memories of this brother were tainted with his own twisted games, ruining what seemed like everything in his path. She largely avoided him, even before she descended to Earth; and one of the greatest comforts she'd felt after losing her own powers, was that he, and others like him, had also lost theirs. She hated to think what terrible things he might have planned now that his powers have returned.

Fiala looked to the fairy perched on Hiraga's shoulder, and made a motion as if throwing something. "My daggers - can you find them?" She always hoped she would never need them again - the only real use they ever saw was during the chaos after the Gates were closed - but considering who they would eventually run into, she felt it necessary to be able to protect herself and those around her.

Fiala took her sister's hand again, and looked toward where the ring had come. "The bell we heard - we're being called. All of us are." She couldn't even begin to think about why they were being summoned. Best case, Death came to his senses and was finally allowing them to return home. Worst case...
Fiala: we're gonna have a good day

Fiala couldn't help but laugh at her sister's awakening. She recognized her voice and manner of speaking, and she was overjoyed that of all the strangers in this city, Hiraga was the one she bumped into. It definitely could have been worse - Hiraga was one sibling with which Fiala had always more or less got along with, and even played with on Earth. Her mind was suddenly flooded with pleasant memories they shared, her sister's patience and even amusement at her antics.

What luck, right? Fiala laughed even harder at the thought.

"Of course I will - c'mon." The call could wait - now, it was time to play.

Over thousands of years, Fiala watched humanity grow and advance, and she had spent more nights than she could count lying awake and fantasizing about all the new ways she could play. One of her favourite fantasies was messing with new technology - although she never knew how much power she actually held over those things, or even if she could influence them at all. But Hiraga wanted to laugh, and she wanted to play. What better time to experiment?

Fiala held her sister's hand even tighter and started guiding her down the street, trying to keep her speed in check. That would be something she'd have to get used to again. She kept going until she saw a man in a suit and briefcase walking on the other side of the street. He appeared to be in some sort of hurry. At the same time, a car was speeding down the road. Perfect.

"Watch this."

As the car passed the man, Fiala tilted her head slightly. The steering wheel tilted slightly, just enough for the car to hit a muddy puddle on the side of the road. The water splashed up, and the man just barely got his briefcase up in time to block most of it from hitting him. Irritated, he pulled out his cellphone, dialed a number and held it to his ear. Fiala inhaled slightly. A moment later, the man looked at his phone again. "Seriously??"

Fiala lifted a hand to her mouth to muffle her giggles. "Holy shit, it worked." Maaaan did that feel good.
@Forsythe I might take you up on that. I'll let you know (:

@Dealdric by the way, did you borrow the rusty mace idea from Skyrim? I just played thru all the Daedric quests recently and it reminds me of the House of Horrors
I want to build a human, although I'm not sure what I want to do with them yet.
Maybe some bumbling sidekick who follows around one of the gods without realizing what's actually happening.
Fiala: perfect timing for a god on a machine

Fiala couldn't restrain a laugh at the stranger's concern. "I don't do it often, so I think my lungs will be okay. But thanks." As she linked hands with the woman, she felt a familiar warmth pass through her, a sensation she had all but forgotten over thousands of years. Could it be - no. Surely she was imagining things, or there must be some sort of mistake. It was the thrill of her escape, the shock of bumping into someone like this so unexpectedly. The confusion about her speed, about the cigarette landing just perfectly -

But as the woman continued, Fiala knew that her speed wasn't imagined. Looking around now, and glancing one more time at her watch, she realized that she must have been moving faster to have walked this far in that short amount of time. Where are you hurrying this fine day, lass?

Fiala tried to mask her true reaction by putting on the most sheepish expression she could manage. She hesitated a moment, trying to come up with a plausible-sounding answer to the question. Why, I just robbed my boyfriend, ma'am, and I was making my getaway. No, definitely not something she wanted to admit right now.

Then she heard the bell, a beautiful sound that haunted her dreams, even to this day. She nearly snapped her neck turning to look in the direction from which it came. Her smile faded. She long since tried to forget that sound, thinking she would never hear the bell again. But she couldn't forget... and here she was, being called once again.

So it was true.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the woman turn to look in the same direction; although the expression on her face was much less serious, as if she didn't understand the significance of the call. Fiala took a deep breath. She couldn't have orchestrated a better deus ex machina herself. Confident that she no longer had to answer the question, and figuring she had nothing to lose, Fiala took a gamble and turned her gaze back to the other woman.

"You heard it too." She spoke softly as she took the stranger's hand again. She felt the same warmth as before; this time, she knew it was real. "We need to go. My name is Fiala."
Hey @Kazemitsu! Welcome to the party (:

If you're stuck, Fantasy Name Generators has a deity name generator that includes titles (such as god of war, goddess of winter etc) that might be helpful.

fantasynamegenerators.com/god-names.p…

You could also draw inspiration by looking at real-life pantheons like from Ancient Greece
With her preoccupation with what must have been a mistake about her speed, and her focus on getting the second cigarette lit, Fiala didn't even realize what happened until after the two had collided. A flurry of papers suddenly surrounded her. The cigarette flew from her hand, and she became aware that it was falling toward a pile of papers that hadn't already met an unfortunate fate. A grimace crossed her face as she crossed her fingers - a terrible habit she'd picked up from humanity, a superstition she knew didn't work, but somehow helped her to feel more in control of a given situation. Don'tburnthepapersdon'tburnthepapersdon't -

The cigarette fell harmlessly beside the pile, leaving it untouched by her dirty fire.

Fiala raised an eyebrow, and let out a short laugh, not fully believing her eyes. "No fuckin' way."

Bending over to collect what had fallen, she only then noticed the woman who ran into her, now bracing herself against a mailbox. She looked familiar... but in the moment, Fiala couldn't place her, other than she wasn't someone close to Pete (which, to be honest, was all she immediately cared about). Fiala flicked the cigarette carefully into the street and collected what papers she could, purposely avoiding sheets that were wet or... otherwise compromised. Bundling the papers into one arm, she approached the woman and offered her free hand.

"Sorry about that - you okay?" She smiled as warmly as she could given the situation. She figured she could spare a few moments to make sure this woman was okay before continuing on. "Hopefully nothing too important got - well, you know." She thought about adding that the woman should maybe slow down a bit next time, but glancing at her watch again, Fiala couldn't be certain that it wasn't her fault to begin with, and that last thing she wanted was to piss off this woman even more.

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