closed;

[divulsion]

who: Wanda Maximoff, Bryn Zethir and others.
what: Catch-All for Aeslin mice, event things, and more!
when: Starting today and onward
where: Various places
warnings: None expected!



[ooc: I requested a small colony of Aeslin mice for Wanda. They're tiny. They talk. They remember everything said and turn everything into a holiday or religious rite to be observed, or something to be worshiped, etc. Canon quotes involving the mice can be found here for those who don't mind having Seanan McGuire's InCryptid books spoiled.

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[divulsion]

[Wanda doesn't notice anything amiss with Taako, registers none of his concern. Instead, she goes to the fridge and pulls out some milk. The carton is left on the counter as she grabs a large plate and a glass as well, uncertain of which he needs.]

I have some cream as well if that would help.

[In the meantime, she's going to pull out some ingredients for the cake. The red velvet will be delicious and there ought to be enough for the mice and for everyone in the house.]

[spellslots]

[He goes for the plate, pouring just enough milk into it to cover the bottom without risking any spills.

Rather than responding to Wanda straight away, he simple lets out a slow breath, then waves his hand over the plate and it's done that easily.]

All done! We've got ourselves a delish comté.

[divulsion]

[...Wanda stares. First it was milk. Now it's cheese. She's still staring at it even as she reaches for a knife to slice a little bit off to taste.

And, of course, it's delicious. It's cheese and it's fresh and creamy and perfect. Her gaze swings back to Taako.]

I don't suppose you'll tell me next that you can turn water into wine?

[spellslots]

[He resists the urge to stop her, keeping his smile in place as Wanda eats some of the cheese.]

You know, everyone brings up the wine thing, what's the deal?

[He hasn't found a Christian bible yet.]

[divulsion]

[Oh. Well. She supposes she can explain.]

In my world, the largest religion in the world is called Christianity. They believe that a man named Jesus was in fact born the son of God. There are certain acts he performed that are considered miracles. One of which being that he walked on the waves of the ocean. Turned water into wine. And when he was killed, it's believed that three days later he rose from the dead and joined God in Heaven. That's the short version, however. If you're interested you could no doubt find a copy of the Bible in a library somewhere, I imagine.

[spellslots]

Ohhhh, huh.

[That all sounds pretty boring to him, except about the God in Heaven thing, but Taako knows that humans aren't really used to weird magic shit, so transmutation magic and walking on water (he thinks druids have a spell like that) would likely be impressive.]

So he's a demigod, basically? Or, wait, is this one of those things where they don't know if he's real?

[Baffling!!!]

[divulsion]

[She lifts a brow, but shrugs.]

Some would say he's a demigod, I suppose, but no one who is actually Christian themselves, I think. There's some...scripts I suppose, that claim that he in essence is God himself, not just the son of God. It's all a little convoluted. Especially since, yes, there's no proof of his existence or God's or any of the men and women mentioned in the Bible.

[Not as far as she knows.]

[spellslots]

There's some kinda philosophical implication of humans apparently managing to make up religion even if gods don't exist.

[What are they? He doesn't know!]

[divulsion]

[She grins.]

I believe the general consensus is that humans will create stories to try to explain phenomena they don't understand. Until we had a better understanding of some natural sciences there were hundreds of myths to explain why the sun rises and sets every day, and more to explain things like why bears have short tails, or why the wind blows. Things like that. Lacking an understanding of how our world was formed...they created gods to explain how life came into being.

[spellslots]

[Taako just laughs, shaking his head.]

This shit is way above my pay grade. Gods aren't even the hot shit they think they are, whether or not they're real.

[Istus, in the distance: shut up Taako]

[divulsion]

[Having never actually met a god, she's inclined to agree that they're also above her paygrade and usually not as great as they think they are, probably. Not that she wants to find out firsthand.

She's having a hard enough time coming to terms with the fact that to this small colony of mice, she's their goddess.

Wanda hopes they're not easily disappointed, though with the way they attack the cheese Taako has created with such undisguised glee she thinks it will be simple enough to keep them happy with her. The rest of the afternoon she introduces Taako to the mice and bakes both Taako and the colony some cake. The mice, delighted by the elf guest with magic, spend the rest of his visit trying on names for one who they've dubbed a priest.]