It will be a big job... can you ask Horus to join us as well... i will ask for my sky responsible gods as well
"Ohhh~ Ok. I was just wondering where you learned the language." I replied honestly. "I am very Swedish. My grandma would have this cookie bake that everyone in the family had to go to, to cook Swedish cookies. And she had a million dolla horses around. She also spoke a little Swedish, so I learned some of it and professionally learned the language later in life." I paused for a moment and laughed. "A musician? I couldn't carry a tune for my life. I am definitely not a musician. And yes I suppose that is the only thing." I said doubtfully. "I mean you could leave at any time but it's all so confusing." I shook my head slightly. "Very confusing."
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Rhys nodded once, but muttered beneath his breath while rubbing the back of his neck, "Well- No? I don't think I'm Swedish? I mean, I honestly am not sure of where my accent is from, but I taught myself the language after my parents refused to. Something about being native to their hometown or whatever." He shrugged with a soft smile. He realized he had practically begged them to teach him nonetheless, and at a very young age, too. "An.. artist." He wondered, blinking at Altaira. "My first guess was musician, but then I wasn't too positive. Anyways-" Rhys stared at the cover of his book with furrowed brows. "I suppose some artist can be.. lazy. I mean, hardworking, but lazy. But, whatever they do pays off in the end, and they create a masterpiece. Even if it is a handful of scribbles." He snickered quietly to himself, but he looked up with a joking sneer. "Pfft! The only thing keeping me here is my curiosity, thank you very much. If I weren't to have so many questions, I would've been on my way, back to the streets of wherever I wanted to go."
He then looked at the stranger- Sliver, was it?- with an awkward grin. "Well- you.. have a point. But, I think talking to someone isn't.. so terrible. Sometimes. I can't hide forever, anyways, can I?"
He then looked at the stranger- Sliver, was it?- with an awkward grin. "Well- you.. have a point. But, I think talking to someone isn't.. so terrible. Sometimes. I can't hide forever, anyways, can I?"
"Maybe...I prefer to stay slient about things."
"Really? You, silent? Did hell freeze over?"
"No...but I listen more then you think."
She nodded and yawned, "Today has been long."
He returned to his garage in Detroit constructing his machine now he had the crystal As he busy doing the internal wiring he began to wonder how the others are doing and how his fox been.
Damien hums as he forms a bird out of light and sends ot through a portal.
He smiled at Altaira before his gaze drifted to the ground once again. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly regretted what he was going to say and kept his mouth shut instead. With a nod and a half genuine grin at her words, Rhys dared to look up at her next statement. "Pfft- Neither can I. Playing an instrument is one of the things I'm terrible at." He paused, which was followed by a weak laugh. "Well, one of the many, many things." His awkward stare floated to Sliver. "Ah- I understand." He snickered, his voice no louder than a mumble. "Silent Sliver. Kind of like a superhero name, y'know?"
"Rhys if you ask him about any war... He will not shut up."
'Wars?' Rhys mouthed, his brows furrowed in a worried manner. He paused for a moment, holding back his curiosity in order to think to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was get lost in an awkward conversation he knew nothing about, but he was intrigued. Blinking, Rhys quickly followed with, "What wars?"
She rolled her eyes, "Literally all of them..." She twisted her bracelet.
He looked back at the book about mythology he held in his hands. Perhaps it was better if he didn't ask about the supposed battles. Besides, he rather enjoyed the simpler things like peculiar creatures and maps and boring things of the sorts. The male lifted his gaze once again. In attempt to make conversation, he nodded towards her bracelet. "That's.. uhm- winsome."
He finished the Wiring admired his work by slowly walking around it with every step added a sense of small intrigue to the machine. He pressed a button and a small opening has reveled in its presence. Janus then took a piece of Crystal of Atlantium and inserted in the opening and closing it. At first, nothing happened but then it began to shake quickly like a washing machine with too many clothes in it and began to glow blue. Janus stood back a little bit before the machine began to calm. When it calmed down, he knew the machine was finished. He began to think of what to call this machine of his. He thought and thought for a good 5 minutes before settling on a name, "You will be dubbed the "Proteus Protocol"." Janus with this machine knew he will anger certain gods by circumnavigating their domain and to someone of them, it will be mocking them.
She snorted, "What?"
His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat in mild embarrassment. "Ehm- Winsome. Y'know.. Uhm- Pretty, charming, unique-" He stopped himself, shutting his mouth before he could go on a never-ending list of synonyms for the word 'winsome'. Rhys drew a breath before stuttering, "I was speaking about your- ehm- bracelet-"
Her smile fell, "I wouldn't call this something so positive..." She said darkly.
He panicked slightly and silently, realizing he might've brought up something personal. "Oh- I apologize," He quickly mumbled in attempt to recover. "I didn't mean to- y'know-" He tilted his head back and forth since his hands were holding his novel against his chest.
She shook her head, "No I'm sorry, I sometimes forget too... never mind, it was my bad." She grins at him.
In return, Rhys smiled weakly and grasped his book tighter. It was as if he had done something wrong, but he knew he hadn't meant to do anything at all. Right? "No, no- It was on me-"
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