Contract 3 [Accidental Audio | City Enchanted]

[servessithis]

Damn mold. I really must aquire some cleaning supplies.

[OOC: He's free to give and take orders.]

Comments

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Tell me, then, what sort of god are you?

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

I represent the sun.

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

[That practically makes him a vampire's worst enemy. He must remember to stay away from this one in person in case he has any sun-related powers.]

Interesting.

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

Is that all?

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Is this why you were incredulous to my accepting life without the sun?

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

No.

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Forgive me, but for a god, you seem more apathetic than is typical.

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

Who says I have to be like the gods you're used to?

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Nothing, obviously.

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

Good.

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

I simply find the vast differences between the gods here and the ones back home to be facinating.

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

Like I'm some kind of interesting specimen?

[servessithis.livejournal.com]

Perhaps. Call me blasphemous if you will.

[heliolatrous.livejournal.com]

Annoying works.