The streets of Yu-Shan were literally paved with gold. Gold bricks, to be exact. For some reason, Epiphany and Adamant Silver felt compelled to follow it. Presumably, that explained why they stood facing one of Heaven's 11,912,422 plazas. This particular one was filled with small Gods shorter than Epiphany, every one of them dressed in green and singing something in a shrill voice.
"Why does that sound like a musical?" Adamant Silver said, popping her neck, then yawning. "Ow, what did I do to my jaw last night anyway?"
"The fuck if I know."
"...which question is th-"
"Right. So...why do you think we'll find your Manse here?"
Epiphany looked around the plaza, then back the way they came. Then back at the plaza. She ended up turning all the way around looking vaguely like a dog chasing its tail. Presumably, that's why Adamant Silver laughed at her, until the Reckoner suddenly glared at the completely innocent-looking Harbinger.
"Where the fuck are we?"
"You know what, I don't think I've ever been to this part of Yu-Shan before," Adamant Silver said, craning her head to look around. "...hey, is that Amilar?"
"Whoa, eye-candy coming through," Epiphany said, promptly whistling.
As if on cue, the tiny little singing green gods parted like a choreographed wave on cue. A man walked through their midst, though those three letters just didn't do him justice. It wasn't his silver hair, not worn short like a career soldier. Amilar was handsome in a way that could make a girl clench in all the right places but who wasn't in Yu-Shan? The soft crimson hue of his eyes added a signature look only a Chosen of Battles could pull off. It was true that the glossy black leather of his military great coat fit perfectly with those shiny black boots and those tight leather pants.
Hot damn those were tight leather pants. Wait, did he usually wear leather pants? Was that why he wasn't wearing a shirt? Amilar was cold, efficient and utterly uninterested in showing off that so cut, so chiseled eight-pack abs he clearly had on display now.
That's when he waved.
"Did he just wave at us?" Adamant Silver whispered.
"No way! He would never wave at us." Epiphany blinked in sheer disbelief.
"Then why did he just wave at us?"
"I don't know, maybe he thinks we're other people." Epiphany paused as if reasoning on the subject. Since she never actually did that, instead she said "People he waves to..."
Abruptly, Amilar drew up in front of the two women. He swept his military greatcoat off his shoulders in a single motion, gathering it up in a bundle before tucking it under one athletic, completely ripped in that sexy not-bulky way men shouldn't be allowed to get. At the moment, the Chosen of Battles looked like nothing more than a beach bum with his glowingly tanned skin, smooth firm body, sexy sexy lips...
"You're talking out loud," Adamant Silver said, nudging the Chosen of Endings.
"Are you saying I'm loud?"
"When aren't you, Epiphany?" Amilar asked, looking down at her with a grin. ...a grin. The man never smiled, never.
"Hey f-you're so pretty," the short black-haired Sidereal said as she just gazed adoringly at the handsome man.
The Chosen of Journeys simply blushed by way of answering.
"I had a really good time with you last night," he said, those hard, cold features softening into something soft and warm. Something so soft and warm and oh so touchabl-
"Pips, you're doing it again!" Adamant Silver hissed.
"That was some crazy party, huh?" Amilar asked, eyes locked on the taller, beautifully exotic tattooed Harbinger.
"Hey, ah, have you seen her Manse?" Adamant Silver asked, her pale cheeks heating under the smolder of those burning wine-colored eyes.
"Well, I saw it last night." Amilar cleared his throat once and said, "I mean, I saw one of the guest rooms."
"I'm looking for the whole thing," Epiphany piped in.
"Why don't you just offer up another one of those dreamstones you were throwing around last night? All of Heaven would search for it if you had that as a prize."
"...what?" both women asked at once.
"The dreamstones? You know, the ones of you playing a turn of the Games of Divinity? You had like fifty of them, all different. Where'd you get them? You still haven't told me how you got the Incarna to let you into the Jade Pleasure Dome."
The two female Sidereals traded looks. It wasn't a fair exchange, for Adamant Silver's look was puzzled while Epiphany's was suspicious. Then they did a double-take and this time Adamant Silver was suspicious and Epiphany looked puzzled. The third time they both pointed at the other and looked suspicious. Turning back, they put their hands on their hips.
"Dreamstones of us playing the Games of Divinity?" Adamant Silver asked.
"Don't you remember the two of us watching it together?" Amilar asked, taking a step closer. The heat of his skin kissed her skin as the faint scent of a healthy, attractive man made love to her sense of smell. "Or what we did afterwards?"
"We, ah, did something afterwards?"
"You mean you don't remember anything?"
Adamant Silver could only shrug helplessly. Before she could respond and before Epiphany figured out how to pick her jaw up off the ground, a flare of sunlight made them all squint. The Unconquered Sun routinely kicked ass in the sky so that wasn't surprising. What differed was this sunlight came down on a cloud filled with very pissed women.
White mist spilled and broke across the gold brick road as three Solars hopped down. The Zenith Caste wore gleaming robes of Immaculate white. Beside her, the Twilight Caste bore the mons of House Cynis and wore a decidedly gorgeous dress by Creation's standards which meant she just looked poor here. Then there was the third woman, almost as short as Epiphany, black-skinned and radiating fury as only a Dawn Caste could. None of them bore weapons but the naked threat in their eyes and their animas spoke for them.
"Are these Sidereals bothering you, Amilar?" Iselsi Yezenjen asked, the white-robed monk stepping behind the handsome soldier, placing both hands around his arms and peering out from his right bicep.
"You can do better than girls like that," Tempest said, the Twilight Caste taking Amilar's left bicep and clinging.
"I suggest you go Avoid him," the Autumn Ruin said as she wrapped her arms around Amilar's absolutely chiseled waist-line.
"Ladies," Amilar said with a long suffering sigh.
"Next time we catch you bothering him..." Yezenjen said.
"Usurpation time!" they all chanted in unison.
The three possessive Solars half-dragged Amilar away, fawning over the completely hot Battles Caste as he looked back at them, long-suffering. Then he blew Adamant Silver a kiss before disappearing into the crowd. The munchk-er green-clad Gods went back to singing musicals and in moments one could almost imagine that moment of surreality had never happened.
Epiphany opened her mouth and managed to say "I-"
"Dibs," Adamant Silver said.
"So where did we get dreamstones of us playing the Games?"
"And why don't we have them now?" Epiphany said. "Maybe we..." She drew a complete blank.
"This is simple. Where would we go if we had fifty dreamstones of us playing the Games of Divinity?"
Both women paused, then reached into their pockets and drew out one of the orichalcum tickets. Each was stamped with the words 'Redeemable Upon Demand" and sported the void-filled features of the God of Gambling. Each holding one in their fists, they grinned at each other.
: There are those who would note that sometimes, sometimes, you get the things you really need instead of the things you deserve.Kailan
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