#002 [video]

[theonewhodied]

((Proper network introduction time!))

[The recording begins with a shot of the soles of a rather nicely buffed, clean pair of shoes making themselves at home on the top of a coffee-table. Some first impression!

The owner of the shoes, dressed in a black Japanese school unfirom, is reclining into chair, sinking down so low that the only thing that can be seen beyond his crossed legs is his head leaning off to the side, looking most unimpressed.]

Well, so-called-Deities. I hope you had your fun.

I won't forgive such an insult so easily.

If you mean to trap me here, I advise you to take a good, long look at me while you still can, because I won't be here long. [He uncrosses his legs, placing his feet on either side of the communicator now. He leans forward, adjusting his hat.]

My name is Naoi Ayato. That's "god" to the rest of you.

Comments

[beyourarmy]

No, you're just Ayato. Better watch it.

Go around calling yourself God, and I might just have to take you down.

[theonewhodied]

[While normally, he'd take offense to that, he instantly takes a liking to anyone who calls him by name. Particularly his given name, because nearly no one uses it.

So, instead of anger, he simply raises his head and smirks.] Oh, how scary.

And what stake do you have in this, I wonder? Don't tell me you're divinely inspired.

[beyourarmy]

Nah. People full of themselves can just get annoying.

Or I might be wondering why you think you're a god. If you are one, what kind of god are you?

[theonewhodied]

Sorry to inconvenience you, whoever you might be. [Clearly not sorry at all, but he is hoping he'd get his name.]

One that grants the dissatisfied souls of children the peace they need to move on.

[beyourarmy]

[And Setsuna doesn't catch that, too oblivious.]

So, like a death god?

[theonewhodied]

... in a way.

I wasn't born one, I became one in the afterlife.

[beyourarmy]

So you were just a regular human, and you come in here wanting us to call you god? Really?

[theonewhodied]

The key word here being "was." I have powers beyond any human, alive or dead, now!

Actually, I wanted to be seen as a god there too.

[beyourarmy]

Doesn't matter. Even you were once a human. Don't be expecting much awe in a place like this, a place run by deities. A place that manages to keep you here.

[theonewhodied]

Don't worry.

I have my ways of earning respect.

[beyourarmy]

Good. Because that's how respect's earned. Demanding it ain't gonna work.

My name's Setsuna, by the way, Ayato.

[theonewhodied]

Of course, I know that already.

It's nice to meet you, S-Se—

[His arrogant, stoicism gives way to a look of surprise as his cheeks colour. It takes him a moment to react and when he does, he starts by clearing his throat:] ... Setsuna-san.

Your kindness is embarrassing me! If you want to call me Ayato, that's [—great, excellent, amazing—] all well and good, but please use an honorific of some sort!

[That serious manner of speaking is completely falling apart, even while he tries to cram in as many words as possible to distract from how red he's turning. The pitiful hand-waving isn't helping matters either.] I mean, I don't even really know you and isn't this going too fast?!

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna pauses for a moment, like he's giving it thought, then flatly:] No. I don't even give my teachers honorifics. [But the other commentary.... Maybe he should relent a little.]

Is Naoi better?

[theonewhodied]

Suitable.

[Still flustered, but he'll get over it!]

[beyourarmy]

Good, because you're not getting an honorific.