forum "They say that I'm a god, I'm lost in the facade." (oxo) (Closed! Stalkers receive tea and treats!)

Started June 19, 2021 by @Vuclan-is-tired

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Maddalena couldn't help but let out a short laugh at Azalea’s more optimistic attitude. Especially considering she didn't know the whole story and seemed to have been through quite a lot of personal trauma involving her own family. “I… I wish I could share that sentiment. I know that they want me to learn, that's why I'm here in the first place. But I have to admit, I've never met someone who can keep looking for the silver lining to a situation like this.” she said candidly. Upon hearing her answer about her employer only confirmed her concerns. “I see.” she frowned thoughtfully as she started making plans. Maddalena wasn't known for being a great protector but men who treated women like that was a serious peeve for her. Maybe I should pay that pig a little visit… I should still have enough power to deal with him. Though she might need to get a little more information before she jumped the gun. ”Oh, no not at all. If anything, I was the one who was rambling earlier. You are actually very interesting. It's nice to be able to talk to someone who understands multiple… Mythologies.” she said, trying not to grimace at the last word. Pretty much all deities hated being referred to as fictitious. It always felt like an insult to their power. She raised a brow at the gesture before turning to look at the altar. “Oh! How… How did I miss that earlier?” she wondered in surprise as she gently put down Clotho and walked over. “Perhaps there was a reason why I ended up in your yard after all.” she murmured before placing a hand on the carefully arranged table. “Hello, Silvertongue. I hope you are still giving Odin and Thor your own brand of Hel. Speaking of which, how are your children? Sleipnir and Fenrisúlfr still doing as well as they can? Oh, and tell your daughter that I said “Hello” as well.”

Azalea often tried to find the silver lining in life. It was really the only thing that kept her going when life got hard. She'd work hard and go from there. She knew the other was having a rough time, based off of what she was saying. She wasn't sure how to help other than that. She wasn't a psychologist as much as she wished she was. She didn't go on about her boss, she just really didn't want to think about him- or anything related to him for that matter. She smiles softly and shakes her head, "Personally I don't believe them to be mythologies. That came with the Christian wave and the Westernization- or in my humble opinion, the bastardization, of Pagan cultures." She hummed and finished up making dinner. "I personally that today's "mythologies" are thriving and alive. You just have to look past the western culture and dig to the roots. Paganism is still very much alive, Witchcraft is still very much alive, and Wicca is still very much alive." She hummed softly, "Those "mythologies" still have worshipers." She chuckles softly. "And very proud ones at that." She glanced at her Altar, "It's a bit out of the way. I didn't want them to be disturbed by my kittens rough housing." She chuckles quietly. She moved to stand beside Maddalena. "I don't have much for you right now, my friends." She murmured sadly, "But, for Loki I do have some mulled wine, so I'll leave a glass for you." She looks over to Hades and places some dried pomegranate seeds, muttering a small thanks and a few small words of comfort, since spring was abundant. Finally, she turned to Bast and gently set a small box down. Inside was catnip. For obvious reasons she left it in the box. "Well then. I hope you're hungry." She offers a smile to Maddalena.

Maddalena’s smile grew at her answer, feeling as if a weight was being lifted. Perhaps telling Azalea who she was wouldn't be a bad thing. But the thought of seeing Azalea on her knees, bowing before the former goddess… actually made her feel a little uncomfortable now instead of filling her with the usual pride that came from having a mortal worshipping her… Maybe she should wait just a little longer. “You are a wonder. So many people have forgotten all of that even though, yes, they all do still exist.” she said gently, stepping back slightly to let her host pay tribute to the three other deities. “Norse, Greek, and Egyptian… Is there any that you don't respect?” she asked with a soft smile. Unable to hold back her natural urge for mischief, she reached out with her magic and caused the flames on altars to grow an inch, as if in response to her offerings. “I… Actually, yes. I am hungry and breakfast was very good by the way. So thank you for that.”

Azalea smiled a little at that. "That's not necessarily true. There are plenty of people who still worship the older gods. You just have to find them." She hummed and stretched a little bit as she moved back into the kitchen. She hummed quietly as she looked over the soup before chopping what looked like Kale and adding in a liquid and some tortellini. She pressed a kiss to her kitties heads before glancing over at the goddess and offering a warm smile. "I don't think there are any I don't like. Each of them are interesting in their own ways. Granted I'm still studying the different cultures and the different gods, but I don't think there are any I dislike." She chuckles and hums. "I'm glad you liked breakfast. I love to cook." She explains softly. "All of my veggies are from my garden, as well as my fruits. I would get chickens but I worry my cats might get a little too curious." She hummed as she sets out some bowls. "Please have a seat. Dinner should be ready in a moment." She glanced back at Maddalena as she sets the table.

Maddalena was mildly disappointed that her little prank had gone unnoticed but didn't let it bother her, walking out to the kitchen with a smile. “Oh, I know there's a few still out there. It's just nowhere near the number it used to be.” she acknowledged as she sat down at the table to stay out of Azalea's way while she cooked. “I suppose that's fair. But… Tell me. Are you familiar with Ausra?” she asked, testing her host to see just how extensive her knowledge of the different Parthenon’s was. Perhaps if she did know, it would be easier to share her identity… Or it might be more challenging. Depending on what stories she’d heard as not all of them were very flattering. “Oh, so you take a very traditional method of providing for yourself. I have to say that's very commendable. It probably helps that you live all the way out here, on your own.” she smiled approvingly, chuckling at the mention of the cats not getting along with chickens. “That’s true. It may not end very well.” Without help… she couldn't help but smirk at the idea.

She had noticed the flames, but she had been walking away so she had brushed it off as her seeing things. She glanced at the woman in her kitchen before shrugging slightly. "I've heard of the name. She's one of the older gods if I remember correctly. Before civilization even had a name." She shrugged. "I only really know that. I haven't gotten very far into those certain gods. Research is key." She chuckles a little bit before glancing at the other, "Do you know about her?" She asks curiously. She hummed and smiled at Maddalena, "Thank you. I have a fair amount of land, so it's nice to grow my own veggies and fruits. The strawberries are beginning to ripen, so I can't wait to start making my shortcakes and parfaits." She seemed excited by that thought. "I've told you a lot about myself… what about you?" She serves up two bowls of the pasta/soup and sets one in front of the goddess and the other in front of herself. She didn't sit down yet though, moving to the corner of the kitchen where six bowls sat. Three empty, and three filled with water. She filled the empty bowls with cat food and the three kittens hurried off to their meal. Finally, she sat down.

The brunette nodded, a small excited spark in her eyes at the mortal’s answer. Oh, the fun she could have with this. “One of the oldest and the final voice on decisions. At least with those under her.” she confirmed with a small scowl at the end. “But yes, I know her. And she's a stuck-up stick in the mud.” Maddalena didn't really hate Ausra but they just very rarely got along. The older goddess was very… firm and Maddalena was wilder and more free-spirited. Yes, she could make plans but they usually led to mischief anyway. “You’re welcome. Honestly, I don't know too many people who have this much land anymore. It's a nice sight and nice to see someone taking care of the land and themselves.” she said sincerely. The former goddess felt her face warm as the inevitable question came up. It was only fair to answer. Azalea had answered every one of her questions… Maybe she should tell her. “What do you want to know about me?” she asked, still a little unsure of how much she should tell her.

(Sorry about that, work has me exhausted)

Azalea nods at the explanation, now a bit intrigued as to why this person knew so much in regards to that certain type of entity. She could barely find any books on the older gods, they were considered so ancient they had been around before writing had even been created. But she decided it was probably something to be left alone for now. She practically glowed with pride at the mention of her gardens. She put her blood, sweat, tears, time, and more into her beautiful garden. Her fresh food, her wild flowers, all of it. She was working her ass off for a job she didn't like, it was only fair she worked her ass off for something she did like. Azalea smiled warmly. "Whatever you want to tell. It could be as simple as a favorite color, or something that you enjoy, it doesn't really matter." She took a bite of her pasta/soup and hummed in content. That was the good stuff. Her kittens had finished their meals and had moved on to go and play, or settle on Azalea's lap.

(That's a mood. Don't worry about it. I'm just kinda patiently impatient sometimes 😅)

Maddalena smirked when there was no warning outside for stating her opinion on the older goddess. Maybe she could get away with more than she thought as a mortal. She knew that Ausra didn't exactly ignore her people but… Well, she already had a small plan for a certain someone later, she just needed to learn his name. “Well… I don't know if I have many favorites, but I admit I enjoy causing mischief of any kind. But you already know that's what got me into this… situation.” she shrugged as she tried some of the soup. “This might be one of my new favorites though.” she smiled, gesturing at the delicious meal. “Umm, let's see… I like cats, and while I don't do any gardening myself I do enjoy the art of it.”

Azalea hummed quietly as she ate, a small smile on her lips. "Mischief is always fun, so long as it doesn't hurt anyone… well. Unless karma had an eye on them." She shrugged and took another bite of her food, glancing out the window. "I doubt you did something that was worth them kicking you out though." She shrugged and returned her gaze to the woman in front of her. Her ears turned a soft pink at the compliment. "Thank you, it's one of my favorite things to make." She chuckled a little bit. "It's a good thing you like cats, other wise my kittens might have not taken on to you so well. As for the gardening, maybe I can teach you a bit? it's fun if you do it right." She laughed a little. "Or it might just be nice to have someone with me while I work."

“Well, accidents do happen.” The former goddess nodded with a coy smirk, which turned into a small wince at the other woman's optimistic opinion of her. “I don't think so either, but I admit my last prank did get a little out of hand. However, I maintain that it was not my fault that a little… property damage resulted from it.” she sighed, shaking her head at the memory. “But I thank you for your confidence in me. Even though you don't really know me.” she reminded Azalea. The thought of telling her resurfaced but she still wasn't completely certain if that was a good idea. After all, this was only the first full day that they had spent together… and it wasn't even a full day because of her work. “You’re a very good cook. I… I don't usually… uhh, eat food like this often.” she said, quickly catching herself. Maddalena chuckled a little with her and nodded at the offer. “I certainly have the time to learn.” she agreed.

"That is true-" She chuckles quietly at that confirmation, humming quietly as she listened to Maddalena. A prank getting out of had could happen. She wasn't sure how often it was though. She shrugged and finished off her meal. She was trusting of others, until they proved that they weren't trustworthy. So far, the woman in her home hadn't hurt her, or her kittens, hadn't broken anything, or stole anything. So that was that. She hummed as she stretched in her chair, tapping her lip thoughtfully. "Even if I don't know you that well, you haven't done anything to harm me, and my kittens seem fond of you." She smiled warmly. "So, for now, I trust you." She hummed as her cooking was complimented, a little blush forming on her cheeks. "Thank you." She chuckles quietly. She loved to cook, but she rarely got to cook for others. "Sounds wonderful, maybe this weekend we can garden together."

Maddalena chuckled softly again at her good fortune in crashing into this mortal's life. Azalea was very welcoming and surprisingly understanding… with what she had been told. And she believed in the old God's on top of it all. The tall brunette couldn't help but wonder what the odds were for this situation. “Well, that makes you the first.” she said, her lips quirked into a small rueful smile as she pushed her empty bowl away from her. “But you have no reason to worry about your kittens. I wouldn't want to incur Bast’s wrath on me as well. Besides, I love cats. Little mischief-makers in their own way.” her smile turned sincere and soft at that statement, glancing down at one of the little kittens. “This weekend works for me. Something tells me, I’m going to be down here for a while.” she smirked, doubting that Ausra would allow otherwise.

Azalea was an understanding woman, however she was also a take no shit kind of person. She was a gentle soul, and someone who worked hard. It was amazing to think she had come from so little. She paused when the woman in front of her spoke, a little confused as to what she meant about trust, but she didn't decide to push further, they were having a nice conversation after all. She hummed softly as she tilts her head. "Yes, it would be best to avoid the cat goddess' wrath. She hummed in thought as she gazed at her kittens. They were her true pride. All three of them were left in a box on the side of the road, not even old enough to be away from their mother. But she took care of them and nursed them back to health. She returned her attention back to Maddalena and smiled. "That sounds wonderful. I do need to work a little tomorrow, I promised my boss I'd get a few documents in. However, my afternoon is completely free." She chuckles quietly and stands, collecting the dishes.

By nature, the former goddess often gave the others a hard time of things. Whether it was through her pranks or just a battle of wits. But because of that most of the others in Ausra’s Parthenon were much less inclined to trust her in general. Maddalena chuckled softly as looked back up at her host’s comment. “Exactly. In fact, I think she blessed you when she gave you these three.” she said simply, though she currently had no way to be sure of that. But it was obvious how much the cats cared for Azalea and how much she cared for the cats as well. It certainly would make sense to the older brunette. “Tomorrow afternoon is fine.” she smiled, nodding a little. “Assuming, of course, that you aren't too tired after working.” she added as she remembered Azalea’s… disdain for her employer.