Post by Billy Phencer on Feb 1, 2022 5:42:37 GMT
Someone else had arrived.
Someone who knew the god's name. Well, one of them anyway. He doubted there was a single being, mystical or otherwise, he knew his true name above all other names.
Billy Phencer sufficed enough for these mere mortals.
Or should he say mere immortals.
A small smirk graced the immaculate features of the blonde deity as he accepted the Minuteman's arms wrapping around his torso. This holy man had the permission to touch upon the elegance that was the conquering force of nature and act so cavalier.
After all, the two were old friends, were they not?
So the golden god wrapped his arms around Father Michael and gave a might heave, lifting the priest a few inches off the floor in glorious yet restrained excitement and joy.
"It is good to see you too, Father Michael. Seems you're still kicking, old man."
The immortal Billy Phencer would set the older man down and let go before patting the priest a few times on the shoulder. The man of faith had asked a question, and it up to the god himself to answer simply and succinctly.
"There are many things that immortals seem to lack. Why else would they attend this event? Luckily, a god such as myself lacks nothing."
The blonde god gazed at the girl, at her painting, and how she summoned a knight, pulling it forth from the painting and into this reality. Impressive. Time consuming, but it seemed with her skill and speed, she could produce such perfect works in quick time. Quicker than many professional artists for certain.
Truly, a talent few, if any, possessed, young or old.
He nodded.
"Adequate. You have entertained me well, and your art is pleasing to the eye. I do believe I said I would reward you."
The god snapped his fingers. And the next thing the painter would find is that all the paint on her dress would interweave into the fabric and create a most wonderous design of flowers and roses, not dissimilar from what she gave her newly appointed knight. For the rest of this evening, if the painter girl continued to make more works of art, the paint would continue to absorb into the dress and create more and new designs.
The most wonderful dress this entire party would ever see would result from the hard work of the girl should she continue her work any more.
"But, alas, I don't think that is quite enough as a reward on its own. Hmmmm."
The god reached for the knight's helmet and would pluck it off the head. Interesting. It was still standing. Billy sat the helmet atop his head.
Before summoning his ceremonial sword to his hand as it flew to his hand easily enough.
And pointed it at the painter.
"No, I am your father."
A movie quote. Were there no bounds to this god's endless knowledge and wisdom, his endless wit? Surely, none could compare. With a small chuckle, he took the helmet off and sat it back on the empty yet walking metal shell. He tapped its head a few times with a small smirk before setting the ceremonial sword down.
"Nevermind. I think I have an idea for a proper reward now."
A portal shown itself above his hand before a small creature fell into it. A creature made of grass and rose with small wings made of little pedals as it flitted to and fro. A nature sprite of sorts. It was made of stems and leaves as its feet and hands would be a tad more root-like. Small flowers adorned it and its 'hair' atop its head were small yet fully bloomed roses on its head.
"This one needs a home. A friend. And I figure no one else could better be a friend of this little sprite than someone who appreciates beauty in all she sees. Your skill is testament to that fact, girl."
The god would issue the sprite to go forth, nodding his head in her direction. It would flit about for gingerly deciding to land its small root feet onto the girl's wrist and peek up at her with wide, syrup and hazelnut colored eyes to contrast with its more green color.
Meanwhile, the god's attention returned to the knight. A new command. One for Billy's own amusement. His senses were far and all-knowing. A small conversation was taking place away from here.
"Knight of Roses, go ask that woman over there for a dance. The one in the blood dress who appears a tad bit too nervous. Sounds like the chivalrous thing to do, is it? Go and do not disappoint."
He smirked, a trickster-like grin. He wondered what the reaction would be. He would of course ask, but where would be the challenge? Few could ignore his charms, if any at all.
"But don't be a bother about it. Carry on."
Someone who knew the god's name. Well, one of them anyway. He doubted there was a single being, mystical or otherwise, he knew his true name above all other names.
Billy Phencer sufficed enough for these mere mortals.
Or should he say mere immortals.
A small smirk graced the immaculate features of the blonde deity as he accepted the Minuteman's arms wrapping around his torso. This holy man had the permission to touch upon the elegance that was the conquering force of nature and act so cavalier.
After all, the two were old friends, were they not?
So the golden god wrapped his arms around Father Michael and gave a might heave, lifting the priest a few inches off the floor in glorious yet restrained excitement and joy.
"It is good to see you too, Father Michael. Seems you're still kicking, old man."
The immortal Billy Phencer would set the older man down and let go before patting the priest a few times on the shoulder. The man of faith had asked a question, and it up to the god himself to answer simply and succinctly.
"There are many things that immortals seem to lack. Why else would they attend this event? Luckily, a god such as myself lacks nothing."
The blonde god gazed at the girl, at her painting, and how she summoned a knight, pulling it forth from the painting and into this reality. Impressive. Time consuming, but it seemed with her skill and speed, she could produce such perfect works in quick time. Quicker than many professional artists for certain.
Truly, a talent few, if any, possessed, young or old.
He nodded.
"Adequate. You have entertained me well, and your art is pleasing to the eye. I do believe I said I would reward you."
The god snapped his fingers. And the next thing the painter would find is that all the paint on her dress would interweave into the fabric and create a most wonderous design of flowers and roses, not dissimilar from what she gave her newly appointed knight. For the rest of this evening, if the painter girl continued to make more works of art, the paint would continue to absorb into the dress and create more and new designs.
The most wonderful dress this entire party would ever see would result from the hard work of the girl should she continue her work any more.
"But, alas, I don't think that is quite enough as a reward on its own. Hmmmm."
The god reached for the knight's helmet and would pluck it off the head. Interesting. It was still standing. Billy sat the helmet atop his head.
Before summoning his ceremonial sword to his hand as it flew to his hand easily enough.
And pointed it at the painter.
"No, I am your father."
A movie quote. Were there no bounds to this god's endless knowledge and wisdom, his endless wit? Surely, none could compare. With a small chuckle, he took the helmet off and sat it back on the empty yet walking metal shell. He tapped its head a few times with a small smirk before setting the ceremonial sword down.
"Nevermind. I think I have an idea for a proper reward now."
A portal shown itself above his hand before a small creature fell into it. A creature made of grass and rose with small wings made of little pedals as it flitted to and fro. A nature sprite of sorts. It was made of stems and leaves as its feet and hands would be a tad more root-like. Small flowers adorned it and its 'hair' atop its head were small yet fully bloomed roses on its head.
"This one needs a home. A friend. And I figure no one else could better be a friend of this little sprite than someone who appreciates beauty in all she sees. Your skill is testament to that fact, girl."
The god would issue the sprite to go forth, nodding his head in her direction. It would flit about for gingerly deciding to land its small root feet onto the girl's wrist and peek up at her with wide, syrup and hazelnut colored eyes to contrast with its more green color.
Meanwhile, the god's attention returned to the knight. A new command. One for Billy's own amusement. His senses were far and all-knowing. A small conversation was taking place away from here.
"Knight of Roses, go ask that woman over there for a dance. The one in the blood dress who appears a tad bit too nervous. Sounds like the chivalrous thing to do, is it? Go and do not disappoint."
He smirked, a trickster-like grin. He wondered what the reaction would be. He would of course ask, but where would be the challenge? Few could ignore his charms, if any at all.
"But don't be a bother about it. Carry on."
