forum Purity turned sour.

Started June 28, 2023 by @Eli-the-transboi group

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Osir shakes their head.

"This isn't growing up. I've heard the rumors already. That the Queen isn't anywhere close to the same as she was. If you won't tell me, I'll stick around and find out for myself."

Abby laughs softly. "listen…I've learned a valuable lesson…that I won't be sharing." She bows her head slightly. "It was nice speaking with you." She turns again and starts walking away.

Osir sighs.

"I will be in touch later. There's some matters to discuss with the council, in regards to conflicts on the borders of some lords estates," they say distastefully. It was clear they'd like the issue cleared up as soon as possible, without getting theirself involved.

Abby sighs and nods. "I can do that now for you if you'd like."

Osir eyes the queen curiously.

"I thought we were finished talking, my lady," they reply with no particular inflection or emphasis on any word, but it was clear that Osir was slightly irritated from one of the queen's earlier comments, as well as her stubborn refusal to say what was on her mind.

Abby turns and gives them a look. "Do you want my assistance or not." She snaps.

Osir smirks beneath their mask.

"By all means, Abigail," they reply.

She sighs, "just…send me an email on the matter and ill speak for you."

Osir shakes their head.

"No, thank you. In matters like these, I prefer to speak for myself," they counter. They then chuckle.

"However, having a fair young lady such as yourself by my side would make things easier," they tease. They knew that it was out of line, but what could the queen really do to them?

Abby glares at them, "are you saying you're only using me as a pretty face?"

(It's fine, don't worry about it-)

Osir shrugs.

"No. I am, more rather, using you as an ego booster," they reply cheekily.

Abby glares, "then get off my property. Because you obviously don't want my actual help."

Osir rolls their eyes.

"Look, sweetheart, I could simply just break into the council room while a meeting is in session, but that's a surefire way for me to lose my life. What you need to understand, is that I am a dramatic person who enjoys toying with people, even if that person is you. Just because I joke about using you as an ego booster does not mean that I don't want your help. If that's how you think nowadays, I may be better off taking the throne over myself," they say sharply.

Abby keeps a glare that would burn a hole through anyone. "Well I'd like it if you not toy with me. Especially since I don't know you. Now…ill see you at the summer palace. Where the council gathers. Ill call a meeting. So meet me at the entrance at 3." She turns and walks inside.

Osir doesn't flinch, instead locking eyes with the queen and chuckling.

"You'll get to know me eventually," they reply casually.

They nod. "Alrighty. I'll be there."

At 3, Abby stands outside the summer palace. It was a huge, open space. It was actually quite beautiful. The doors were huge and there were big windows that were opened for air circulation. The roof was a dome shape that had a large point at the top.

(half asleeeeeppppp)

Osir Pops up a few feet behind Abby, then raises an eyebrow at the building.

They walk up right next to the queen.

"Well, this feels like a little bit of overkill on the royal family's part," they state.

Abby rolls her eyes. "It's a meeting area. But some of the gods are a lot taller…so we acomidate. Besides…some people host parties here. And there's some if us who hate small spaces…we try to help everyone here."

Osir sighs.

"You're the queen, sweetheart. It doesn't matter what the council wants you to accommodate. Let them be uncomfortable and insecure. It makes for a better show, anyways," they snicker.

Abby glares at them. "I am a queen of one kingdom. This place is a gathering place for all the gods. You seem to have no respect for it though." She crosses her arms. "Unless you are hopefully trying to be funny. In which case I must inform you that you are not funny."

Osir shrugs, keeping it unclear whether it was a joke or not.

"Shall we enter?" they ask.

Abby rolls her eyes and turns, walking in.

Geo, Abigails adoptive father, smiles and stands. "Angel…"

Abby looks at him, then hugs him gently. "Padre…"

Osir waves politely at Lucifer.

"Hey," the masked demon says.

Geo nods, "hello. You must be Osir?" The tired looking man keeps a hold on his daughter.