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Kindling Questions (4-13-18)


[WP] You stumble upon a shrine and accidentally summon a god. He will not let you leave until you offer him a body to possess. [Link to post.]


"I'm not offering you anything, I'm leaving," I said. I waved to the pale woman with literal flaming red hair as I walked back to the stone arch I came in through. My face smashed into an invisible wall, like a bird hitting a window. 

"Owww." I rubbed my nose and turned toward the sound of echoing laughter. The red blaze on her head shifted toward blue as she laughed at me.

"Why do you think I'm still standing here? Sure you freed me from the shrine, but this whole room is a prison. Like I said, you can't leave until you offer me a body to possess." Her lava orange lips turned up into a smile. "So make the offer already, so we can both get out of here." I put my hands up between us, my palms toward her.

"Whoa. What's in it for me?" I asked. A glimmer of plan sparkled in the back of my mind, but I had no idea if I could pull it off. I decided to stall her. She scoffed at my question.

"You get to walk out of here. Alive." She made a show of igniting a fireball in her hand, then she closed her fist to snuff it out. I chuckled and sat down on a large smooth rock that looked to be the most comfortable seat in the stone room. 

"Am I really alive if you're in charge of my body? Seems to me like it's the same thing as just dying here, except you get to go free. You want freedom, but I'm trapped either way," I smiled and shrugged. "So. How can you convince me to let you walk out of here?" Her bright hair cooled down to ashy embers, and her eyes stared at the ground shyly. She took a delicate step towards me, then smiled. 

"I can give you the most pleasurable night you've ever had." The black tip of her tongue ran across her upper lip. I roared with laughter, leaning forward to hold my stomach. 

"Lady, I've got friends out there. You want me to hand you the world just so I can get in your pants?"I continued to laugh. "You're hot, but you're just not that pretty." It was a lie to keep myself strong. The truth was she was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. I might have given my left nut to sleep with her, but no way I'm doing that to my friends out there. Her hair turned bright blue, her eyes turned sharp. 

"YOU INSULT ME??" she shrieked. I shrugged.

"We're on an even field here. I don't believe you can hurt me while we're trapped in here. Supposing you could, I already know I'm not going to walk out of here." I put my hand up to my neck and pointed a finger-gun at my head and smiled. "You could say I'm holding myself hostage until you offer me something to change my mind." Her flame hair cooled down to embers again, and she gave a slight nod.

"Fine," she said. "So what do you want?" 

"I don't know, I don't even know how this possession stuff works. Are you going to have access to your powers while you're in my body? What's going to happen to my consciousness? Do I have to just sit and watch you do stuff? Can we work out a deal for like alternating weekends or anything? Even if we did, is there a way I can enforce the deal so you don't screw me over?' And what about-" She held a hand up to interrupt me.

"You ask A LOT of questions," she said. 

"Yeah. I've got nothing else to do. Give me some answers if you want me to shut up for a bit." I paused, hoping she'd take the bait. She sighed.

"My powers will be considerably weaker while I'm in your body, but seeing as I'm a goddess, that's still pretty powerful," she said. "Your consciousness will be pushed-"

"What are you the goddess of?" I interrupted. A blue streak ran through her hair, but she calmed down again quickly. 

"I'm not the goddess of anything. I'm just a goddess in general, we're not all assigned dominion over something. You consciousness will be pushed back, and eventually you'll just-"

"How come you were locked up?" I asked. Her teeth clenched while several streaks of blue ran through her hair. I wondered if she knew I could see how angry she was getting.

"After a while your consciousness will just fade away, and I'll have complete control of your body. I was 'locked up' as punishment for disobeying orders. We could share your body, both of us alternating control. But there's no way for you to enforce that, and I don't think you trust me that much to take my-" 

"Whose orders? Aren't you a goddess?" 

"WILL YOU STOP INTERRUPTING?!" She yelled. The room filled with bright blue light emanating from her hair. I cowered, trembling on the rock.

"I'm sorry! I'm just trying to figure everything out. I assumed you'd want me to come to a decision quickly, so I asked questions as they came to mind. If you want to take it slow, that's fine too." The blue in her hair died down.

"Yeah, you're right. I do want out of here as soon as possible," she said calmly. I nodded. 

"Look sorry about interrupting, I guess all the history and stuff isn't important. I am curious about your powers though. I've got a few more questions, but they'll be easy," I said. The fire in her eyes came to life, and she nodded eagerly. 

"Can you fly?" I asked. "Just assume I mean in my body." I stood from the rock and gave a tall stretch, then twisted at the waist to pop my back.

"Yes. I can form a current of heated-" I silently interrupted her by putting a hand up. 

"I don't need elaboration, I'm just curious. Yes or no will be fine." I walked toward her to stretch my legs.

"Okay!" she said with a smile in her voice.

"So, you can fly," I asked to confirm.

"Yes," she said. 

"Immortal?" I stood in front of her and made a show of appreciating her body. She smiled.

"Yes." 

"Can you swim?" She laughed at that.

"Yes!" I smiled and continued to walk around the room admiring the runes carved into the stone walls using my own eyes, for possibly the last time. I had my plan sorted out, but it wasn't foolproof. If it failed I was dead.

"I just didn't know if you could get wet. So you're not made of fire then?" She shook her head.

"No."

"That body you have now, is it your original body?"

"Yes."

"Assuming I decide to let you in, will I get cool flaming hair and lava lips too?" 

"Yes," she winked at me. 

"Have you tried pizza?"

"What? no. I don't-" I interrupted her.

"Didn't think so, but you're gonna love it. Do you have any other powers? Don't list them, just curious." I let my legs wander me closer to the arch.

"No."

"Just fire?"

"Yes," she said. I sighed, trying to sound disappointed. 

"Nothing else? Like, I dunno. Ice?"

"No."

"Wind?"

"No."

"Water?"

"NO." A blue flame coursed through her hair.

"Can you speak to animals?"

"No."

"Can you cross dimensions?"

"No."

"Have you met a dragon?"

"No." She crossed her arms and began tapping her foot against the stone floor. The sound repeated off the walls.

"Do you know how to blacksmith?"

"No."

"Really? You totally should with your powers." I smiled at her. She stared at me through bright yellow eyes. She was losing patience.

"No," she said flatly. I shrugged and continued pacing closer to the archway.

"Do you play any instruments?"

"No."

"Do you know how to dance the Macarena?"

"No." She sighed, her eyes shifted to white.

"Do you know the muffin man?"

"NO," she said through gritted teeth.

"Do you want to possess my body?"

"NO. ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY OR NOT?" The room filled with blue light for a split second, then the light disappeared. "Wait." I was already out through the arch, waving bye to her.

"Well, there's no harm in offering. Maybe next time, gorgeous." She roared and rushed to tackle me. Then I heard a thud as she hit the invisible barrier. 

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