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Started February 23, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Asura was tense all over, and every nerve in his body was screaming kill him, kill Blake. But he held back, and instead followed him inside silently.

(It's okay Jen! ^^ I'm just gonna drop this here and then run to class)
Mike's office looked like it doubled as a meeting room, with a large table ringed with chairs in the center of the room and the papery remnants of last weeks council still scattered across it. A large map of the country was pinned to the wall, with notes and updates added in red pen.
Mike turned on the coffee machine in the corner and sat everyone down near the end of the room opposite the door. Blake took off his coat and hung it over the back of his chair, then thoughtfully ran his hand over the table in front of him. A cup of tea, piping hot, appeared before him, and he took an appreciative sip.
"So," he said. "I suppose you're wondering why I'm being such a bother."

"I'm glad to see you're admitting it at least." Red mumbled. She had long since given up on seeing through the sunlight and just held onto the clothing of the nearest person to lead her around. She let her arm down and began opening her eyes, getting used to the indoor lighting.

"Yes, finding out why you showed up at an ungodly time of day would be great," Pluto grumbled, sitting down next to Red

Asura sat down as well, eyeing Blake's staff. "And why steal my staff, of all things? You can't even use it."

"Primarily to get your attention. I know you are–for reasons best known to yourself–keeping your daughter in the staff at the moment. You were hardly likely to attack me when I had her at my mercy. But, that's neither here nor there." He sat back and laced his fingers. "At the moment, I shouldn't even be here, so I'll make this quick. In exchange for my help with your plans, I need you to help me break a curse."

"A curse?" Pluto asked. "If you're a god, why do you need our help breaking some curse?"

"The trouble is, the curse was administered by a goddess, only slightly less powerful than me. She decided that I was disobeying divine law recently, and banished me from this planet. Now, she's not really powerful enough to do that, so I am able to briefly and partially manifest here from time to time. But it's becoming very annoying, and I have work to do here. As powerful visitors from another dimension, you lot have the ability to aid me. And I, for one, am quite interested in you. Inter-dimensional politics are a hobby of mine, and I want to know what would happen if Lucifer fell from power."

"I know the feeling," Asura grumbled, shifting uncomfortably. "Lucifer did the same thing to me a while back, so I've got a bit of experience in curses like these."

"Yes, it's a frightful hassle, and I no longer have the patience for it." Blake sighed. "She's a fine individual, this goddess, but her ideas of right and wrong are a little naive, to say the least."
"So let me get this straight," Mike said, passing Pluto a cup of coffee. "What we're seeing right now–this isn't you? It's just like a…hologram, or something. The real you is somewhere else?"
"That is essentially correct," Blake replied amiably. "I am currently spending most of my time out in the star nurseries not far from here. A very lovely place, but not as interesting as Earth, I'm afraid."

"Get to the point," Asura said, glaring at him. "What do we need to do?"

"Oh, there's a ritual for it, I'll give you the details at a later date. It'll have to take place between dimensions, in the Seams. You know about the Seams, I assume?"

"I hope it's sacrificial," Red muttered under her breath. She managed to look around the room for the first time and actually see Blake.

He smiled at her. Somehow there was no bruise on his face where Red had struck him. "Sorry, no sacrifices, I'm afraid. At least, no sacrifice of life."

"I want my staff back first."

"As you wish." The staff appeared on the table in front of Asura. "I do apologize for my rudeness, but are you ever going to let the poor girl get some air? She'll have plenty of questions for you, I'm sure."

"Three cheers for godly daddy issues," Pluto grumbled. "Can I have coffee now?"

(you already did XD)

"So let me get this straight," Mike said, passing Pluto a cup of coffee. "What we're seeing right now–this isn't you? It's just like a…hologram, or something. The real you is somewhere else?"

"You can sure have more, if you want," Mike said. "The coffee pot's over there behind you."

(Whoops sorry didn't see that earlier) Pluto got up to pour herself another cup of coffee, pouring enough creamer in it to make the cup almost overflow

"Coffee…" The pungent smell of coffee brought back swirling memories of blankets and tears. She frowned, trying to catch the rest of the memory as it slipped through her mind like smoke. She sighed in defeat as the feeling left her.

"So you're not the only god in this dimension," Mike said to Blake. "How many are there?"
"It's debatable," Blake replied. "We go by many different names, each of us, and sometimes those names develop into entirely different personalities. But at a rough estimate, there are five major deities here. I am the original, rather like Pluto's Dekah. Poor fellow, I heard he's still missing."

"Been gone since before my time. He went missing round WW1-ish, hasn't been found. Rumor says Inspa found a way to chop him up and scatter him cross the multiverse," Pluto said, able to English a little better with coffee in her system