Homeless of course

[soulforged]

Why do you keep making journals you shall never use? "The name I wanted most was free" is an absolutely abominable excuse. This is a nuisance. Cease your pestering and leave me to my studies, woman!

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sorry for my slow btw, I'm also tagging you as Break. XD;

[soulforged]

*he has no idea what about 90% of that stuff means, but the tone comes through clearly* Very well, if we cannot escape childish pissing contests today... Singlehandedly kill a goddess and then you may come back to tell me you are not a whining coward.

lolz, it's okay, I'm normally super slow

[leafonthewind]

[Oh so he's crazy, that explains a lot.]

Riiiight. Goddess.

[With the tone of 'be nice to the crazy person, you never know what they might do.']

[soulforged]

*his voice is bone-dry* Yes. A goddess. Which I subdued using magic. I suppose I could demonstrate the power of which I speak, but since I have done you the great kindness of not questioning your 'flying ships' and 'energy weapons', perhaps you will have some basic courtesy and return the favor.

[leafonthewind]

[Oh, well, now you've made him feel bad. Congrats, Raistlin, throw a party.]

...I guess I should be getting used to that kind of thing. Nenya says she's a goddess, after all.

[soulforged]

*Amazing, someone who actually listens when spoken to. You might yet earn your way onto the short list of people Raistlin doesn't hate, Wash! yeah probably not*

Really. *eyebrow raise* And who is this Nenya?

[leafonthewind]

[A shrug. He isn't sure what to think of her still.]

I think she's the reason I didn't get more than almost-killed.

[soulforged]

A goddess of healing, then. *he actually looks mildly impressed by this* It seems at least your luck is less pathetic than the rest of you.

[leafonthewind]

[He shrugs uncomfortably.]

They say she's a goddess of mercy. I'm not used to being on a speaking basis with gods.

[Quieter] Not used to having gods.

[soulforged]

Even where I come from, one is rarely privileged to speak with deities. Has she offered some proof that she is what she claims?

[leafonthewind]

Normally I'd say that the big temple with her all over it would be enough to convince me but...

[But he's still skeptical, obviously.]

After all, some people juggle geese. You never can tell.

[soulforged]

*sniff* Even a charlatan may gather worshipers if their farce is convicing enough.

[leafonthewind]

I'd say so too, except... that I've been to a lot of worlds in my day, and I've never met anyone who's so good at acting like my mother.

[He pauses for a minute, and it's clear that there's more to it than he's saying, but his eyes have a faraway look to them - like he really has been touched by a god.]

Plus I'm not dead, and there's really no way I couldn't be dead unless it was her.

[soulforged]

*watching the other's face for a moment, he finally shrugs, supposing it's possible enough that this goddess is the real thing. He knows nothing of Wash's circumstances, but the followers of the false gods he spent so much time exposing rarely turned up looking as profoundly affected as this.*

Touched by a goddess you may have been, but do not follow her blindly. Or you will prove yourself a true fool after all.

[leafonthewind]

[Wash gives Raistlin a look that very clearly says 'Go teach your grandmother to suck eggs.']

You don't have to tell me that.