video; might as well get this pantheon started

[bastardofipswich]

[ Here's a teenager, holding his phone up to record himself as he lounges in his kickass new throne. Really, he's practically draped across it, legs dangling over the arm. What can be seen of the temple around him is... dimly lit and sparsely furnished. But he grins, looking totally self-satisfied, with the kind of obnoxious smugness that 18 year olds are particularly adept it projecting.

His eyes go black as the torches' flames flare up in size and intensity. ]

Bow down, bitches. The mortal coil's about to make a biiiiig comeback.

[ GRIN.

...

There's a bit of an awkward pause as he cranes his neck to look around. ]

So who the hell-- [ Does he own Hell now? HEH. Yeah, he has to pause to snicker. ] --knows anything about interior decorating? This place needs a serious makeover. [ Chase needs a makeover while we're at it. He's projecting 'high school student' instead of fearsome death god. ]

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[bastardofipswich]

Hey, it beats being all doom and gloom about it.

[ OLD MAN ELIOT. ]

So you're, what, the interior decorator of the gods?

[sybaritic]

[ old man eliot shines his fingernails on his sleeve, which is made of some shimmery gold material and wide like the sleeves of a kimono. he's not actually wearing his crown (at the moment, anyway), or sitting on his like, wine throne or whatever it will be, and he's not exactly a beacon of kingly gravity anyway, but! he does project a sort of uh ..........something. slightly drunk dapperness?

anyway. ]

Please, no mere interior decorator is capable of fixing that ... that that - [ he indicates the throne room with one beringed hand, wearily, like he only had three ounces of energy to spare in the first place and this is taking five - ] - you have going on there. I'm Eliot.

[ a pause ]

This is the wrong question to ask the budding god of death, but do you happen to feel any murderous urges, sitting there? [ a flippy gesture-- ] Thrones and everything.

[bastardofipswich]

[ Meanwhile, Chase is looking pretty godly in a, uh... T-shirt and jeans. ]

Chase. And... no? [ He raises his brow, LOOKING PERPLEXED. ] I mean, no more than usual. [ HA. He's kidding. Really. ] God of death doesn't mean, like, god of murder, you know.