In response to a challenge...

[zhilbar]

Torches kindled to life on either side of the great hall, throwing flickering shadows over the solid gold floor, the bejeweled walls, the vaulted and frescoed ceiling, but most of all upon the paintings lining each wall. Some seemed prosaic, a bastion of normality in a place where strangeness roamed free; some geometric, a beautiful series of interacting polyhedrons from floor to high ceiling; some excised, as if the painter had used colors the mortal eye could not percieve; some horrific, as if to view them for too long a time would cause the shackles binding a man's sanity to slip and let madness run free...

::Lord Zhilbar appeared without fanfare in the entryway, along with His guest.:: He offered her a seat, and they prepared for the contest that lay before them...

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[leela1.livejournal.com]

Leela gasped in wonder, longed to touch the walls, get close to the colors, the shapes. She looked up, could barely see the figures painted high above her - swirling colors overhead causing her eyes to itch. She smiled at the Dragon God, then shook her head, remembering why they were there.

She took the seat, and mentally readied herself for the contest of wills ahead. He was a dragon, she was a girl. He was 14,000 years old, she was *ahum* legal. He was about three hundred feet tall, she was 5 ft 4. He weighted several hundred pounds - she was one hundred and seven pounds, soaking wet.

All in all, a pretty fair fight.

Thank you, Zhilbar. And since you asked earlier, I pick - truth.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Soundlessly notes to Leela that He weighed several hundred "tons," but doesn't make a big deal about it*

Very well, then tell Me:

Why you dislike being called "cute" so much, when"gorgeous," "ravishing," "beautiful," "charming," and other such superlatives don't spark any response at all?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Easy. Cute is what carebears and kittens are. Children are cute. Babies are cute.

Cute is - harmless, and easily beaten. Cute is little, not able take care of itself.

"Cute" needs to be protected.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Hmm..

So you don't mind being thought attractive, but would wish to be thought formidable as well? You feel that being referred to as "cute" is a denigration of your self-sufficient nature?

I can see where this would be irritating.

Your turn.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

Not formidable - but at least self-sufficient. 'Cute' really doesn't get alot of respect.

When did you realize you were a God?

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

When I first became one, of course.

I was roughly 2,500 years old, and had spent most of that life in "trying" circumstances. Due to My refusal to give in, I managed to pull out of the most horrific scenarios victorious, and a will of steel with the reputation for it as well.

I wandered the worlds, doing right as best I could see it, gathering knowledge, and seeking out a pantheon that might have an opening...

I eventually found one headed by a God named Nunnthrak. He was head God of His pantheon, and his entire world bows down to Him. He tried to give Me the most pathetic and useless domain He could think of, and thus did I go into training to be God of Puddings.

Does this answer your question?

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*taking it all in*

Yep. Your turn.

Truth or dare.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Considers briefly, then grins slightly*

Dare.

[leela1.livejournal.com]

I dare you..*she looks around the room* to ah, ummmm..*looks up at him, snaps her fingers*

I dare you to assume your most human form - with comparable height and weight - for the duration of this contes, the entire contest.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

My "most" human form? Well, be careful what you wish for, Milady...

*Shimmers, shrinking and shifting into the form shown in His icon*

Picked this one up in a university, as I was simply enthralled by this one's mustache. I feel it could fly off of his face and live by dining on insects, did it so choose...

I assume that this goes for all My avatars, here, the Nexus, and elsewhere?

((Gotta love Google.))

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*started giggling*

If that's the way you want to be for the duration of the entire contest, so be it.

Your choice.

And your turn.

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Well, a dare is a dare..

And thus I dare you to sing all three verses of "I"m Henry The Eighth, I Am" for Me... Mainly because I quite wish to hear you sing that.

[stardusted-lady.livejournal.com]

I don't mean to interrupt, but when you have a moment, I'd very much like to speak with you.

[mercurialnature.livejournal.com]

*wanders in wearing a large sandwich board sign that says - 'fangirls are my favourites' - does a quick little dance and high-tails it!*

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

BAH!

[veryverysorry.livejournal.com]

I don't mean to interrupt, but you may wish to know that Melinda's mother has arrived and is...supremely unimpressed with her daughter's situation, to say the least, and making all sorts of threats, both to you and myself. Melinda is attempting to convince her to go home, that it is unnecessary, but she doesn't appear easily convinceable, so I thought you might wish to know, as I said.

http://www.livejournal.com/community/sages_of_chaos/1005893.html

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

Thank You, My dear.

[veryverysorry.livejournal.com]

You're quite welcome.

[urple-bunny.livejournal.com]

*hops in, sniffing around*

*finds some treasure and starts to snack on it*

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

...GAH!

*Smites bunny with armor-plated tail*

[urple-bunny.livejournal.com]

*dodges with the speed of the Python bunny*

*bites his tail*

FsssK!!

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

*Scales hold easily*

I had enough of you last time, when we created Lara! Back off!

*Whirls His tail in a Flash-fashion to create a wind vortex to blow away the bunny*

Don't make Me pull out the Holy Purple Pimpin' Handgrenade of O-Town!

[urple-bunny.livejournal.com]

*Runs off, his job done, having infected the Dragon god with an idea to write a story about the fangirl uprising and resistance in a massive gathering that ends in sex*

[zhilbar.livejournal.com]

...Dammit! I refuse! I must warn the others!

[leela1.livejournal.com]

*pops in, drops off a basket with three peaches and a note that says "Heard you had a tough time lately, relax, have a peach"*

*pops out*