The Gods of Suburbia {RP}

[Cheshire1996]

"Maybe we can trade something with the person who sells the clothes, like food. Speaking of food, you're such a good cook Neph, I'm so glad because I can't cook at all," Hathor drifted from one subject to another in between mouthfuls of omelette.

[Miranda_]

Horus shrugged. "We could steal them."

[spirit_queen]

Isis scowled at that. "Let's save that option for last."

[Miranda_]

"Maybe there's a place that gives away free clothes, like the free food place?"

[spirit_queen]

"I certainly hope so! and I hope Thoth can figure out how to forge security social cards or whatever soon; I hate to be a charity case, after so long being just the opposite." Isis said.

[Silent_Wolf]

"We might just have to be charity cases for awhile. The only ones here who can get jobs without needing permits are Bastet, as far as I know, as she appears to be sixteen years old as a human." Thoth had his nose in his book as he sat down at the table. "Anybody else have any idea what their rough age is?"

[spirit_queen]

Neph looked over. "Fifteen and a half, and I can get just as exact for the rest of you, if you like." Neph said.

"Oh! Right; a simple spell to tell how far the body is aged." Isis said with a nod.

[Silent_Wolf]

"I know I'm 15. Don't ask how. I just do." Thoth looked over the top of the book. "I'd guess that Osiris might be one of the older of us. I don't know."

[spirit_queen]

Osiris shrugged. "I have no idea; all i'm good with are plants."
Isis beckoned him over. He obediently walked over to her, and Isis put her hand on his heart. "He's aged to sixteen, but just barely."

[Miranda_]

"I guess then that I'm one of the youngest," Horus said. "This sucks."