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Characters: Corruption and Seth
Date/Time: Afternoon of Monday, June 18th.
Location: Seth's HQ, New York City
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Language seems likely
Summary: Someone is here to talk important business...

At first glance, the man coming into the building looked like any one of a number of middle-level underlings. No one even thought to question him, so he got to Seth's workspace easily.

"So... I hear you've still not figured out the scale, huh, Boss?" he asked a little too cheekily.

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"That's all fine and dandy but it still doesn't explain what you get out of it."

"I get to see you survive, that's what I get," he said with a dismissive gesture.

"Well fuck you, too. Okay, you delivered your message, so kindly get out and do whatever it is your overgod types do."

"Hey, if you'd rather massacre yourselves, that's up to you, I guess. Be a damned shame about those little ones, though. As long as you know what it is you need to do."

"Oh quit acting like you're not the cause of all this. You want us to work together, I get it. Doesn't mean I have to treat you with anything less than contempt given the crap you've pulled." Seth's eyes narrow coldly. "And if you bring up my girl again, overgod or not, I'll find a way to make you suffer."

"Yeah, good luck with that one, Boss," he sneered, "More like it's the other way around. You know, I'll bet if you asked nicely, you could get yourself all four of them at once."

Seth just stood there for a time before calmly sitting down, and resuming his work. "So you want a ceasefire and everybody to team-up against a common foe. Anything else?"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't get yourselves killed in the process."

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Is that really something that has to be said? I have no intentions of dying, certainly not like this at any rate."

"Most people don't. Especially not gods. But it can happen, so do avoid it. Especially with something as valuable as that scale. Oh. And give my best to your girls, will you?" He grinned.

Keep talking, asshole.

"I'll keep it in mind."

"All right. You kids have fun. But not too much, if you know what I mean, Boss," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

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