Religion and glitter?

[tryingitall]

Balthazar has settled into the Nexus fairly quietly. It's a place more or less to his liking, he must admit. Chaotic without being violent, plenty of entertainment and liquor and people to talk to...

It's not home, and he's not going home, since this is apparently what he gets as an afterlife. That's more than a little depressing. He's already missing his siblings. Still, this might be better than oblivion. Time will tell. In the meantime, he's found or purchased assorted craft supplies, including markers and crayons, heavy paper, glitter glue and paint. And dry pasta.

"So, how do we all feel about religion?" he asks with aggressive cheer. "Do you have one? Would it bother you to discover something here that contradicts what you believe?"

Pause. He pokes at whatever he's working on with a little frown. "...and if that's too heavy a question, come look over my shoulder at this. I need critique."

He's been gluing and painting and glittering farfalle with reckless abandon. "Does this look like a bunny? I think it looks rather more like a unicorn threw up after a trip to the Olive Garden, but I'm still an amateur pasta artist."

Come to think of it, is there such a thing as a professional pasta artist? If so, he wants to meet one.

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[itmeanstruth]

To the unspoken question, Minoru probably would have remarked that it was all part of the fun of having one. To the topic, at hand, though, he was more thoughtful.

Obedience and loyalty were defining characteristics where he came from as well. A shinobi born into a particular village is expected to obey their leader and protect their birth village. They all had their own duties and means of doing that, but it was part of their core identity. To break that allegiance with one's birth village was a crime punishable by death in almost all cases.

"Are the things that make an angel an angel the same things that make you, you?"

[tryingitall]

"Darling, you're being far too philosophical for me, now." He grins, and it looks pretty sincere even if he doesn't feel it. What he does feel is that it's time to start evading questions.

"I'm ten percent wings, forty percent fire, twenty percent eyeballs, and the rest is alcohol. That's what makes me, me. Care for some?" He's got a bottle of scotch at hand, and nudges it toward him in offering.

[itmeanstruth]

Well, religion by nature was a philosophical topic. But Minrou thought the response was quite clever.

He laughed, replying in turn, "In that case, I'm probably ten percent scales, just as much fire, a whole lot of chakra and not much of a drinker. Most of that stuff is just too bitter, but thanks for the offer anyway."