The Chained Watcher

Quaxel

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Grian flies out of base alone, drifting through the clouds while humming an ancient, half-forgotten tune to himself. Today's gonna be an awfully interesting day, if nothing else.

Let's see... The continents are somehow in roughly the same place, potentially held in balance by Kwazzle's... Quaxel's? Not sure which name the god goes by. Eh, he'll find out soon enough. The continents potentially held in balance by the god's passive aura. He'll have to ask about that if the meeting goes well...

Ah, but before he can drop in for a surprise visit, he's got a couple nosy little friends to lose. Wouldn't want them overhearing anything private, now would we.

Hovering midair, Grian spins around to face the two distant Listeners, waving teasingly. "Hello boys~" Behind his back, his other hand grasps his rock, numerous teleportation spells already forming, but not activating just yet.

He catches a faint "God dammit..." from them, making his grin grow wider.

"I'm afraid I wanna have a private conversation with somebody, so though it pains me to do so, I'll have to disappear for a bit. Buh bye~"

Taunting complete, the first teleportation spell activates. Space twists around him, sending him far, far away, creating a tiny little ripple. Most wouldn't be able to catch that little ripple, but he knows it's possible. That's why he's prepared.

The second teleportation spell activates. Instead of the jungle he'd appeared in after the first, he's now in a cave. The third activates. A desert, coincidentally in the middle of a sandstorm.

One after another, Grian casts a dozen teleportation spells over as many seconds, completing his tried and true method of losing anyone trying to tail him. ...We don't talk about the time someone managed to track it. They had a Hero. They didn't count.

He shakes off the bad memory. Now that he's free to move about unobserved, he can head to where he's willing to bet the god's home temple is and meet his accidental cosmic son for the first time. Just... don't think too hard about your relationship with them. Existential crises can come after a non-aggression pact is secured.

One final teleport brings Grian to the front of the temple. Or, well, about a mile away from it. He's trying to be polite here, and suddenly appearing in the middle of someone's living room isn't very polite.

The temple feels... strange. It's physically the same as it once was, sure, but the thick aura of divinity filling the place elevates the vibes beyond what he'd originally accomplished. This place is practically drenched in the stuff. He walks deeper in.

In fact, he theorizes as he trails a hand along the ancient engravings on the wall, there very well might be enough divinity here for Kwazzle to...

His thoughts trail off. Peeking around the doorway leading to the inner sanctum is the surprisingly shy god, tumultuous gaze resting on him despite the blindfold covering their eyes. He finishes his thought. Enough divinity to fully, physically manifest without an Avatar of Will.

Grian doesn't show any aggression. They're for some reason not frightened of him, so he won't give them a reason to be.

Gazing now upon their 'true' form, Grian finds that Quaxel seems to be a fully fledged god, and a pretty old one at that. In every way that matters, they are no longer a distorted reflection of a person he used to be. However, the fact remains, they were born in his image, and carry much of that to this day.

Three pairs of wings, though as commonly happens, the purple became bleached into white, signifying them to be a just god in the eyes of the masses. Their cloak, though it still bears soft purple embroidery, is also white. Then, they hesitantly raise their blindfold, something he hadn't been sure they could do, and open their eyes. The milky color of blindness dominates their eyes, but he can tell from the little remaining color hidden behind it that this was not always the case. Their eyes were once violet, just like his own.