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[h2][color=aba000]Chiron [Lily][/color][/h2][i][h3]Pelion’s Pub, Edge of Shinto[/h3][/i]
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Silence. In response to the profane thing, there was nothing but silence on the part of Archer, all until he turned away.
 
[color=aba000]"...ha."[/color]
 
A barely-audible laugh cut through the air, and then grew.
 
[color=aba000]"-Ahahahahahahaha."[/color]
 
Without warning, the ground beneath them seemed to distort. It could not be said just what had occurred, but there was no doubt that a quality of the land had been changed.
 
[color=aba000]"Not tryin' ta blackmail me? Ya think I'm an idiot, kid? Ya decide ya found someone who cares about human life, and ya decide to come to his place. 'Oh, this isn't a threat, but if ya don't stay outta my way then these people might be fucked, it's just business'. Ya have the [b]gall[/b] to come here and spout off shit like that, and act like the one in control here's you?"[/color]
 
...no, not this land, but another. Like a string that ran outwards from Archer, a string that had burrowed itself through the land.
 
[color=aba000]"See, kids like you really make me wonder. Can ya not fuckin' [b]read[/b]?"[/color]
 
His head turned to the west, eyes glinting with a steel that had been previously absent.
 
[color=aba000]"I guess Donnie's right, I'm so busy havin' fun that I don't botha thinkin' about how I get seen. Cause a' that, kids like you get ta thinkin' they [i]mean somethin'[/i]. Well, here's ya first lesson, kid: you're talkin' to a god, and there are two things ya oughta know about gods. Their minds are alien compared ta yours, and they really, really hate this little thing called 'hubris'."[/color]
 
Connect to the land as a means of expanding senses. Combine with instantiation of far sight in order to attain the viewpoint ordinarily impossible for this vessel. Further augment with precognitive basis. Spiritron-level analysis is not necessary. Analyze karmic line. The world is that which creates these piddling artificial mysteries, so trace along that thread.
 
[color=aba000]"Let's play a little game. Let's say this is an ancient Greek story. A human decides ta come to a god's territory and act like he's hot shit. Lemme ask ya somethin': is somethin' good about ta happen to that human?"[/color]
 
Another laugh, an almost manic lilt to his tone, punctuated the end of his question. In that moment, something changed in the presence of Chiron. His body had not changed, his voice had not changed, but in that immaterial concept of 'presence', something was entirely different, as though the great shadow of something had stretched up behind him, staring at the world with an eyeless gaze. And this time, when he spoke, even that lighthearted tone was absent.
 
[h3][center][b][color=aba000]"Well, allow me to provide you with the answer, child of man."[/color][/b][/center][/h3]
 
There was no warning, no aria, not even the spell-like waves of magical energy that would accompany an incantation of the ritual-class. After all, for a foundation such as this, such formalities to speak to the world were wholly unnecessary. Every word spoken was already something the world listened to.
 
Across the city, where Vlado and his Servant stood, space [i]bent[/i].
 
The air became thick with primal [i]bakkheia[/i], driving all those present into drunken madness.
 
Indeed, this was the wrath of a world, the wrath of a god.