OLIVER
That much he could do. No matter how frustrated Oliver felt, he knew that Phoebe was right. The gods were testing him, no doubt. It felt a bit embarrassing that he had expected so much from the gods when he had only just arrived. Oliver knew he shouldn't be too hopeful, but he couldn't help himself. Maybe if he just started bringing offerings with the idea of not getting a response, things would be better. That way he wouldn't get his hopes up.
Turning to look at Abasi, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He had learned so little of the other man. What he had heard brought so many questions to the table. It made Oliver curious to find out more, but how could he ask without being too pushy? Oliver obviously had no idea how to do it and had a lot to learn, yet he still would continue on with asking the other man a couple of questions. "What did you used to do? Back where you came from, I mean." Oliver's voice was filled with curiosity and no real judgement. He did find it a small bit weird, but he couldn't judge. He seemed more intrigued than resentful or angry. It sounded interesting, cool even.
It was even more interesting to hear how different the gods seemed to be from each other. The god of sex would look like your fantasies, while a herald of death liked sweets. Oliver wasn't sure how comfortable he felt with the idea of speaking with a god of death, but maybe he could do some offerings. Who knows, maybe he'd take up baking and leave off half of what he made for the god.
"Ludo sounds so interesting...as do all of the gods." Oliver clearly wanted to know more about each individual god, but that would probably be saved for another day. "Do you....do you know if any of them deal with memories? Or things of that nature?" He didn't want to go into his life story, but he did want to know who to seek out for guidance. Help.
There were more things he wanted, of course. Answers as to why he was brought here. What he could do to help others. Unfortunately, Oliver had long learned that the gods most likely wouldn't have the answers to those questions. They had ignored him twice when he asked, showing that he was just going to have to find those answers himself.
Turning to look at Abasi, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He had learned so little of the other man. What he had heard brought so many questions to the table. It made Oliver curious to find out more, but how could he ask without being too pushy? Oliver obviously had no idea how to do it and had a lot to learn, yet he still would continue on with asking the other man a couple of questions. "What did you used to do? Back where you came from, I mean." Oliver's voice was filled with curiosity and no real judgement. He did find it a small bit weird, but he couldn't judge. He seemed more intrigued than resentful or angry. It sounded interesting, cool even.
It was even more interesting to hear how different the gods seemed to be from each other. The god of sex would look like your fantasies, while a herald of death liked sweets. Oliver wasn't sure how comfortable he felt with the idea of speaking with a god of death, but maybe he could do some offerings. Who knows, maybe he'd take up baking and leave off half of what he made for the god.
"Ludo sounds so interesting...as do all of the gods." Oliver clearly wanted to know more about each individual god, but that would probably be saved for another day. "Do you....do you know if any of them deal with memories? Or things of that nature?" He didn't want to go into his life story, but he did want to know who to seek out for guidance. Help.
There were more things he wanted, of course. Answers as to why he was brought here. What he could do to help others. Unfortunately, Oliver had long learned that the gods most likely wouldn't have the answers to those questions. They had ignored him twice when he asked, showing that he was just going to have to find those answers himself.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
