Sword of the Lost Gods ~fantasy rp~

[spirit_queen]

"Well, aside from the fact that you look like me, except for the hair and eyes; you can't deny it when you hear it, because that one's true... and Isis hatess it. Though, of course, she blames you."

[Miranda_]

"Obviously. She blames everything on me; it's like a habit she can't break."

[spirit_queen]

"Yeah... she only got worse after you killed me." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"It's not as tho you stayed dead, tho, so why can't she just let it go?"

[spirit_queen]

"I don't know..." Osiris said. "I'd say that 'maybe she will one day' except that the 'maybe' is just about an impossibility."

[Miranda_]

"It's been several centuries and no go."

[spirit_queen]

"Pretty much." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"Anyway, I don't really see why anyone should pander to Isis any more. She's too fond of her own way, and she refuses to compromise. You should just tell her to get stuffed."

[spirit_queen]

"Well, i won't go quite that far, but I won't let her do whatever anymore, certainly." Osiris said.

[Miranda_]

"Yeah. You're not a king any more, so she's got no right to act like a queen."