[Location: Eighth Server—"Duat"]
"That fuxxing jackal..."
A bright, blue moon of ice stared down at the woman as she gazed upwards, her black and gold, kohl-lined eyes annoyed from waiting for her Patron God. With a black and white bob cut and bangs, she looked rather radical despite her more traditional looking Middle Eastern clothes; in fact, between her black linen dress, the band of beautiful, textured fabric around her waist, and her golden ornaments on her ears, neck and arms, she looked a tad too modern for such garb.
"Now, now, now, is that any way for my dearest priestess to talk about her Patron?"
"Can it Jackal; why'd you call me? You know I'd prefer to ignore you."
"So cold..."
The rubies imbedded into her necklace glimmered in the light as she turned, and soon she heard the light laughter of her Patron as he entered from the dark; standing at 5'4" with long black hair, dark cocoa skin and mirthful golden brown eyes that were lined with similar kohl, the smile on her Patron's face seemed very Jackal-ish indeed.
Gently, as if walking on air, he padded over to where she was, giving her a hug with a sigh.
The priestess stiffened from the abrupt show of affection, and immediately elbowed the smaller man away from her, her eyes burning with dislike.
"I told you not to hug me!"
Her Patron that looked no older than seventeen pouted at the yells of the almost thirty year old, flopping down on the top of the stone roof of the tomb that stood on, his gaze seeming infinitely older for a moment than she could ever imagine.
"Sit down."
Of course, she scowled at what seemed to be the sight of a teenager bidding her sit down, but knowing he was more than that, she willingly obeyed, sitting down quietly next to him, her tan skin gleaming a blueish hue in the moonlight.
A moment of silence held in the air, the only sound being that of the wind spilling over the sand dunes and scattering and shifting the dust of the surface, making new patterns and erasing old footsteps.
"Did you feel that? That energy..."
The Priestess who ventured to speak was met with sad, tawny eyes, the unruly black hair of her Patron swaying in the wind as he returned to an older, more solemn demeanor as he replied, "Yes... it seems that Apophis... or rather, another like Apophis, has entered..."
A sly yet bitter grin crept up his face as he muttered, "I've never seen the System so scared before..."
"System?"
"Yeah, remember that weird being that came from the sky in the middle of the conference, and the sudden influx of new followers? That was because of the entity called "System", and that's also why you can see that odd screen show up sometimes. I believe the word that summons it is... 'status'?"
[Accessing [Main Menu]]
[Identity]
[Stats]
[Knowledge]
[Abilities]
[Ingrained Talents]
[Accessing [Stats]]
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Name: Anpu (Anubis)
Race: God
Level: 1
Title(s): ḫnty zḥ-nṯr
Patronage Count: 2458.5k remaining, (+8)
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Stats:
AGL: 65
STR: 38
DEX: 110
SPI: 450
LCK: 35
CONST: 83
PERCEP: 65
MANA: 128
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"Interesting..."
The Patron—Anubis, as he was famously known as—stood up and smiled at his priestess, his eyes gleaming a cold stone gray for a moment.
"Looks like things will be getting more fun for us, Ain..."