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[craftpunk]

🜲 It's Woden. 🜲

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[vanto]

Not planning on playing your horse, it just feels like I still am?

Without the eight legs.

[craftpunk]

Huh. I didn't expect that side effect.
What, two weeks as a horse and your brain is still stuck in there?

[vanto]

It’s hard to explain.

Okay but. Can you fix it?

[craftpunk]

Fix it?

I can't fix a psychological after-effect.

[vanto]

But ... you’re a god.

[craftpunk]

You're right. I am.

But we can't do EVERYTHING. Even my power and knowledge has its limits.

[vanto]

Isn’t that the opposite of what defines gods? I thought you were all omnipotent.

[craftpunk]

Not necessarily. We can be omnipotent. We can also be omniscient. Or we could be brought to this place -- where none of that matters and our powers are hampered.

[vanto]

Fair but [...] I'm serious. This wasn't there before and shouldn't be there now. I can't even explain it.

[craftpunk]

Fair. Maybe you just really liked it.
Being one of mine. You wouldn't be the first.

[vanto]

[...]

Is it like this for everyone you make yours? The feeling. I liked it. I don't care about the power of it just in my head, you were close and in my head and it felt - just let me touch you- [deleted;]

[craftpunk]

Varying degrees. Normally it takes longer,
and normally they're just normal people I've gifted with technology to make them great.
It's more... who doesn't like to be more than they are? This might have to do with my powers here more than anything else.

[vanto]

You made me into something that already adored you. It was overwhelming to feel that on top of your ability.

Being Sleipnir wasn't about being more or about power. I mean, it was there but that's not what was important.

[craftpunk]

That is Sleipnir's role, so...

That's true. I wouldn't have a disloyal steed. Have you tried...not thinking about me?
Do I occupy your thoughts that much?

[vanto]

It is, but I'm no longer Sleipnir. Wanting to bow to you isn't me, no offence. You seem nice enough but I don't know who you are or anything about you beyond what Sleipnir does. That's not enough information to justify wanting this.

Yes, I've tried. Please, please, please let me see you. [deleted;]

Might be worth checking the other gods aren't damaged like this.

[craftpunk]

Well since you're the first one that's reached out, clearly it affected you the most.

Then again, I didn't turn the others into my steed. Nobody was made the ravens. Maybe the devotion was a bit too much of a touch, huh? I'll have to fine tune that for next time.

Have you...tried being around other people? What's it like?

[vanto]

Great.

[He's a little bitter to be alone with this problem while also being glad no one else is — feeling like this is problematic at best.]

Next time? Are you going to turn me again?

[More terror than want at this point.

Eli doesn't want to answer, but he will. Woden is asking it cannot be ignored.]

Being around other people is the same as always but. I mean it's fine, other people are fine. It's fine.

[craftpunk]

Well I CAN'T, if you want more.

But it may be something to consider if I finish these Valkyrie suits I've been working on. I don't want to deal with anything...illegal. Or unwanted.

Is it really fine? Truly?

[vanto]

I don't really want to be your horse, no. But I feel like I still am a thing - your thing. Maybe if I was Sleipnir again for a little while this would feel better and stop [deleted;]

[...]

I still enjoy the company of other people as usual, I don't like them less.


Where do you live, anyway?

[craftpunk]

In an undisclosed location.

Nowhere I want anyone to find, anyway. I value my privacy deeply, if you couldn't tell.

But good, I don't normally need a horse, you know. Although it was rather badass.

[vanto]

Sleipnir was pretty cool, I'll admit that. Freeing in a lot of ways.


[...]

What if I need to see you. Make an exception, please? I was yours.

[craftpunk]

[ The mere thought of someone in his home -- this house he'd purchased off market with a different name than his own...

To see the secrets and the lies, the layers upon layers that Woden had built up.

That leaves his hands shaking, and Woden does not respond for a while. ]

Not my place. Nobody is allowed there.
Not even my girlfriends.

If you need to see me, you can call for me. I'm not there most of the time anyway.

[vanto]

[Eli is scared that there will be no reply. He hates at being relieved when it does come even if it's disappointing.]

Call here and wait for your reply. Sleipnir would just know where to find you when he needed you, I cannot do the same.

[craftpunk]

I thought you didn't want to be a horse.
Or Sleipnir. Really.

I do have the luxury of privacy. I'm entitled to that, at least.

[ To Woden, he's entitled to many things. ]

[vanto]

I don't but it was a useful skill to have when I needed you or you needed me.

[And Eli clearly needs Woden. Or something. It's not okay.]

Do you just leave all your things lying around?