RP Land of Valor

Hexed starts whistling an oddly familiar tune.

 

"So why the hell can't I come, stranger?"

 

"Your 'god' wishes to see you."

 

"Wut."

 

Hexed smiles and starts whistling again.

 

"What do you know of him?"

 

Hexed seems to be a bit confused and continues whistling.

 

Dumbledalf begins muttering at the mention of a 'god'. "Annoyed. More of this religious nonsense, eh?"

 

"Don't ignore me. I could report your for blasphemy if you don't explain yourself."

 

"I'm not ignoring you, just thinking about what I had for breakfast this morning."

 

"Then answer my question. What do you know of Dasterick?"

 

"Why are you so skeptical all of the sudden?"

 

"Curious. What did you have for breakfast this morning? And who is this 'Dasterick'? I don't believe I've heard of him before."

 

"I think it was turkey or something..."

 

Alicia kicks at the ground, not paying attention at all

 

"Fascinated. Turkey for breakfast? I am intrigued. Tell me more," Dumbledalf says. "Realisation. Wait. But who is this 'Dasterick' fellow? Is he the turkey?"

 

"Dasterick is the idiot nice person I created who controls the weather and time of day here. People treat him like a god."

 

"Interested. He controls the weather, eh?"

 

A heavy drop of rain falls on his head for no apparent reason.

 

Calvin starts screaming pious nonsense for a good thirty seconds before calming down as if nothing happened. "See? Dasterick is real."