[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres[/color]
[color=8493ca]The Being of Many Names (A.K.A. Bud)[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=8493ca]"You words, not mine."[/color] Bud said with a smile. [color=8493ca]"Did I use to be an entity of extraordinary power? Oh, yes! Of course! But was I a god?"[/color] Bud's smile deepened. [color=8493ca]"That question is a little more up in the air. An answer that depends on perspective and, perhaps more importantly, on your definition of a god.[/color] 

[color=8493ca]"That said, it seems your missing the point. A point I thought I made clear. I do not wish for worship or rulership. Though, perhaps, it was not a misunderstanding between us friends. Perhaps... it was a statement of envy..."[/color]

Bud cocked his head, an amused look on his face.

[color=8493ca]"I see. So that's what it was. My, my, how familiar."[/color] Bud spoke, as he stared into Octavio's eyes. only to shake his head soon after. 

[color=8493ca]"But I digress. You asked a question I've oft been asked many times before. Why don't I help more? Well, perhaps there are other people out there who I've thrown my lot in with. People besides the lovely Octavio and his Pactmaker friends. Or perhaps such facilitation is part of the reason the world is in its current mess. Hmmmm... wouldn't that be an interesting twist? Or perhaps, oh yes perhaps, the wonderful Bud is not so great and mighty, as he lets on. His attention only able to focus on so many things at once. But perhaps, just perhaps, the answer is all or even none of the above."[/color]

The strange man shrugged. His amused smile ever present. [color=8493ca]"I don't know. Pick a reason."[/color]

Chres' expression darkened at the response. [color=00aeef]"Try this for a reason. You're a cunt who doesn't actually care whether we live our die. All of this is nothing more than a game to you."[/color]

[color=8493ca]"My, my Chres, you ought to wash out that mouth of yours."[/color] 

Bud snapped his fingers. A bar of wet soap appeared in Chres' mouth. Chres spat and sputtered. The bar of soap fell to the ground.

Bud smiled at his prank, only for it fade away shortly after. The more serious side of Bud appeared to resurface.

[color=8493ca]"The years have made it hard for me to care, Chres. Though in my own broken way, I do care about my pactmakers. Your Unspoken Pacts maintain my existence. It feeds me names and knowledge. I depend on our connection to survive, however, perhaps that same connection keeps me at arms length."[/color]

Bud's smile re-emerged. [color=8493ca]"So, Chres, how about you try that for a reason instead?"[/color]

Chres remained unimpressed.

Bud rolled his eyes and sighed. Finger raised in the air, he turned his attention back to Octavio. [color=8493ca]"Oh, and by the way Octavio, I do call myself what I want. Or have you not caught on to that yet? Last time we met, I went by the name Gin. Today, however, I've been going by the name -drumroll please-"[/color] With the snap of his fingers, a large circular drum appeared behind him and literally began to roll across the room. [color=8493ca]"-Bud."[/color]

The drum crashed into a wall. Smiling, Bud snapped his fingers again. Confetti popped around him and a 'Tada!' sound effect echoed across the room.