on being homeless...

[forourqueen]

Find my rotten undead ass a place to be, woman! I'm weary of just loitering in your headspace like a confused cockroach. I have daggers that need to taste blood and a reputation to uphold!

Well. Not much of a good reputation, but that's the point.

...Dark Lady watch over me, because your lack of intelligence certainly isn't.

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[forourqueen]

[A shrug.]

It's what we talk about. I don't spend much time around the living.

[fatherandsun]

I'd noticed that before.

[Konzen wondered for a moment. Could one with immortality such as his own truly be considered someone who was living? Certainly, he could die... but living the same way day in and day out was hardly worth calling "living" anymore.]

[forourqueen]

So don't whine. I'm not a social guy; I slit throats for a living.

[fatherandsun]

For someone who isn't social you've said plenty to me when you had no need to.

[He gives him a look.]

I know the type.

[forourqueen]

Eh, you're interesting... and I can always dispose of you later.

[fatherandsun]

Interesting?

[He ignores the empty threat.]

How so?

[forourqueen]

You're not terrified, you claim to be a god, you're having an actual discussion with me...

[fatherandsun]

I have no reason to fear you other than to be mildly disgusted when you spray insects from your innards. Other than that, you've been more interesting to speak to that most of the people I've associated with for the past hundred years.

[forourqueen]

Heh. You sound like an elf.

[He shrugs a bit, brushing back his unruly hair.]

This place always give you surprises.

[fatherandsun]

An ELF!?

[He jut stares at him.]

[forourqueen]

Yeah. Long-eared humanoids.

[He gestures to his own ears.]

Rangers, mages, the works.

[fatherandsun]

[Konzen takes a moment to touch his ears self-consciously.]

...my ears are fine.

[forourqueen]

I said you sound like one. You sure are sensitive about your looks.

[fatherandsun]

It's more than a touch irritating to try to have regality in your appearance when all you get for your effort is insults. Honestly.

[He sighs in irritation.]

I'd imagine you don't have much trouble with insults. You've probably heard all of the ones that apply in your situation.

[forourqueen]

You obviously have enough issues to hear insults where there are none.

[He would roll his eyes. If he had any.]

Yeah, I've heard every single one. It gets boring after a while.

[fatherandsun]

[Konzen, ignoring the quip yet again, nods in agreement with boredom.]

What do you even do to make things interesting?

[forourqueen]

I find information about my enemies, and kill those that need to be killed. There are wars going on in my world, and I serve my Queen with all of my rotted, dried-up heart.

[fatherandsun]

War... is it?

[He sighs.]

There seem to always be wars here and there. Even Heaven isn't able to avoid them. Not that I participate.

[Not that you'd be any good in a war, Konzen.]

[forourqueen]

Conflict is natural. It is part of all living - and unliving - creatures. 'Peace' is only the brief take of breath between unrest.

[fatherandsun]

[Konzen nods, knowing this well.]

Will you ever tire of your role as eternal soldier?

[forourqueen]

No. I will continue to fight for my people until I rot away completely.

[fatherandsun]

Boring.

[He scowls into a sigh.]

What if you end up in a place where you don't have to fight? You know of the games these mundanes speak of.

[forourqueen]

With my face, there will always be a fight. If not, I can always offer my services.

[fatherandsun]

[This actually gets a chuckle and an extremely rare smile from Konzen. He doesn't smile often though, so it looks pretty awkward.]

I've seen worse faces than yours. The smell, on the other hand.

[forourqueen]

You have? Gods must be one hell of an ugly bunch, then.

[He smirks a bit... and it's about as equally awkward, since the ripped cheeks twist.]

Sorry, can't do anything about the scent.