Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[Miranda_]

"I don't know anything about that," said Set. "I never got told anything important." He shot a look at Osiris.

[spirit_queen]

Osiris rolled his eyes. "I'm not your babysitter, or something. I odn't have to tell you anything about sh*t."

"Well, that's why we're here now." Tina said, ignoring Osiris' comment.

[Miranda_]

Set tried to act as tho he hadn't heard what Osiris had said, but didn't quite succeed; it had obviously gotten to him. "I can't help you do anything. I meant it when I said I didn't have powers here; mine are connected to the desert."

"So get a sandpit, and sit in it," said Anubis. He smirked at Set's obvious discomfort.

[spirit_queen]

Tina groaned. "We're getting nowhere like this."

Osiris snorted. Xander sighed.

"Alright, neither of you have heard the full story about the shadows." Tina said, looking at Osiris and then Set. "I might as well tell you."

"Why are you telling him?" Osiris said.

"Because he was summoned by them, so now he's technically invovled in all this whether he wants to be or not." Tina replied.

[Miranda_]

"Fine, just don't expect me to swear a blood oath with him. It's not going to happen," said Anubis.

Set just looked at the ground uncomfortably.

[spirit_queen]

"I won't."

Osiris scowled. "Do you even know why i don't like him?"

"Not completely. And can it wait?"

Grudgingly, Osiris nodded.

"Good." Then Tina told Set and Osiris all about the shadows and what they've done thus far to stop them.

[Miranda_]

Set didn't understand a lot of it, but didn't say anything. He just stared out into the rain.

[spirit_queen]

"Now can I tell my story?" Osiris said. Tina nodded, thinking personally that he was acting more than a little childish.

So Osiris began to tell his story...

Ooc: I'll put it in the next post.

[Miranda_]

Set squirmed uncomfortably. He was sure that Osiris was going to paint him in the worst possible light.

[spirit_queen]

Of course he was. XD

"Well, at the beginning of my story, I guess you could say I had it all; I was a king, I had a great wife - still do, and, since I was a king, I lived the good life. Set, here, was always jealous of me. See, he was sort of an outcast. Just look at him and see why! He's got an animal head that doesn't exist, acted straight out odd sometimes, and- and he's g@y!" Osiris started. "Now, Set decided he wanted to be king." Osiris sniggered and said "Maybe he hoped to order some little boy to sleep with him. Anyways, he secretly measured me -don't ask how or when, I don't know that part- and made a sarcophagus to fit me exactly. He took his time to make it worthy of a king, too; plated it in gold and jewels, used nice paint, et cetera. Then, one day, he turns up at one of my parties and says 'whoever can fit into this thing can keep it; it's guarenteed to set you off right for the after life!'." Osiris overdid his imitation of Set. On purpose, of course. "Now, at this point, everyone at the party was relatively drunk, and we thought it'd be good fun to try out the sarcophagus. Why not? I mean, the winner got a gold-plated sarcophagus; it'd save somebody some money later on, right?"

"Well, when it was my turn, I found I fit. I was thew winner! Or, so I thought. Then, suddenly, the lid closed itself on me. Wasn't long til I ran out of air, and everything went dark." He cleared his throat. "Yes, Set had killed me; he's just one of those immortals who can actually kill another immortal. Now, the rest of this I know only because Isis told me about it."
Ooc: to be continued...