After what seemed like an eternity, an eternity of dull droning provided by the most dull of Gods, Calm and the rest of his co-workers were dismissed from the staff meeting. Calm stood up and stretched, his posture obviously not a benefit to his muscles.
Hmm perhaps a visit to the fountain of vitality would be good... Wait what am I saying? I need to see Turi right now!
finishing his stretch he adjusted his tunic, satisfied, Calm started walking towards the door but before he could even make two steps, the worst possible sound in existence addressed him.
"Calm, can you please wait for a moment?" Said the being who possessed the worst sound in existence, of course belonging to the blonde beautiful Jack-Ass who also happened to be Calm's direct superior.
Calm sighed and closed his eyes, wanting to be out as quick as possible he put on his best good teammate smile, "Of course Deepsplash, how can I help?"
The middle manager Deepsplash, walked slowly towards Calm in the back of the room, making sure to say goodbye to everyone else on the way. Eventually he made it to Calm. Calm, watching him approach, caused his smile to crack and warp,
Light, what an Asshole.. Who does he think he is?
glancing down at his name tag, Calm shivered
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Deepsplash
Lord of the Middle
Manager of the Department of Particulate and Remnant Matter Disposal
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What a pretentious ass, he is down here with us!
Calm huffed and puffed and almost fell down if not for Deepsplash placing his arm on his desk and leaning in.
"Please Calm, Call me D.S. We are friends are we not?" D.S nodded and smiled up at him. His perfect symmetrical face glistening in the light of the overhead fixture .
No I hate you
"Yeah for sure!... Uhh D.S." Calm replied with gritted teeth
"It's just, I am trying to look out for you, you know? I kind of see you as my.." D.S. waved his hands.
"My protégé, I really wanted to see you soar! and until you do I will take you under my wing.. haha so to speak."
I Hate Him I Hate Him I Hate Him
"Uhm that sounds great Deepsplash.. thanks.. i think.."
Calm started moving towards the door again, but at that exact moment D.S choose to suddenly stand again and pace in front of him.
"D.S. remember?"
"Right.. D.S."
I am not calling him that
"Anything else you need.. D..S..?"
Deepsplash paused, then waited, then paused again before looking up again at Calm.
"Oh. No no, you can go thank you Calm, this chat has been very enlightening to me"
Calm stood with his mouth open, his eyes almost bulging out the sockets.
"Great.. great, that's uhh.. really great.. okay I'm going to go now.."
Deepsplash nodded, "Okay great job today! keep it up!"
Calm, almost sprinting to the door walked out, and gasped for air, before making his way to the upper levels.
The staff room was situated at the very heart of the bottom section of the Grand Citadel, even though it was a disposing area, It was still as grand and opulent as the rest of the Citadel, to a point. Officially, the zone was titled "Disassembly and Disposal wing," however, colloquially everyone just called it The Jet, as in the The Jettison, As in the place you send the stuff you don't need anymore. Outside the staff room stood a series of hallways, nooks and crannies interweaving into a vast complex filled with all sorts of machinations necessary for the task of disposing the leftover material from vital processes. All would agree the department was highly necessary and important, yet many times fewer actually wanted to be the ones there doing the work.
After taking several turns and passages, Calm finally made it to a small room housing several runic portals on the floor, stepping on one, Calm directed some of his Godly energy and disappeared in a flood of light, becoming part of the stream and being deposited several floors above. Stepping out of a similar runic room, Calm breathed in deeply as his lungs were filled with the natural air of the floor.
The floor appeared to be housing a village of sorts, surrounded by a vast green and prosperous country side, a pleasant blue light filled the sky, emulating a natural atmosphere of a beautiful planet. Calm walked over a small bridge across a ravine on a perfect cobblestone road and into the village. Several people tried greeting him as he entered, some trying to initiate a conversation, however Calm brushed them off, for he had a general dislike of small talk.
Disliking small talk and interacting with others was generally frowned upon in the Godly Kingdom, as as Gods, small talk and the general milling about with other Gods was usually one of the only activities that Gods generally agreed was enjoyable, perhaps only second to the Coliseum Games themselves. This of course made other generally frown upon Calm, and would correlate as to way he seemed to be lacking in friends, or acquaintances or even associates.
There were few exceptions to this arrangement, A young Goddess named Turi, for whatever machination or reason, often ended up in the presence of the God who was generally frowned upon. Why? She did not know, the only explanation she could think of was mainly them coming to existence around the same time, or maybe that they both possessed a rather.. unremarkable name.
The Gods, in their infinite wisdom and majesty, possessed a tragic and terrible secret. They were quite shit at picking names.
You see, Gods were not born for way, more like a collective soul and energy kind of just Popped, into existence, metaphorically and also literally. Perhaps long ago more of an effort was put into ensuring all new beings had a relatively, inspiring name, fit there station, now most being were simply named after whatever event was the current topic of the day. Say a consciousness was formed and came into being, and luckily had a body and mind attached, and on that specific day, someone happened to create a new recipe. That new consciousness with body and mind attached would take on the name of the recipe, and thus names like Calmbreeze were created, for on his particular day of creation, the people of the Citadel were celebrating a particular pleasant breeze on the floors.
Calm's friend Turi, or more appropriately associate, happened to come into existence on a distinct and important day. For unconceivably a relatively new tribe of creatures on a young planet happened to create a recipe for turnip soup, before even inventing many of the most basic necessities required for turnip soup. It wasn't all bad, Turi was a fine name more or less. Especially if you asked those who unfortunately were given name's such as Oldnapkin or Antsinpants.
Names also served another purpose, they gave power. Turi, for instance has an incredible ability to materialize pots of turnip soup at will. Which if you asked a mundane creature would be nothing but extraordinary, especially the tribe that invented turnip soup before even creating fire.
Making his way through the village, Calm stopped at a small, single-story house of thatch and wood. He paused for a moment, and prepared himself mentally before knocking.
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Name: Turnipsoup
Title: Titleless
Position: Re-incarnation operator for those of lesser souls
Realm: Realmless
Abilities: Divine Soul, Divine Energy, Entry level Re-incarnation Certified, Pocket dimension certified.
Creations: (2)
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