R50 - Now my song's on the radio

[with_my_teacup]

This is Richard B Riddick calling out from the barge. Anyone interesting out there?

[He's feigning casual, but last year he was able to talk to Fry and Kyra and that wasn't a small deal for him.]

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[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick stares back at him, his gaze blank from the outside, hidden behind his goggles. He looks not unlike a tomcat sizing up a big hawk and wondering if he's supposed to be fighting it.]

I have a wide variety of meanings for 'interesting'.

Richard B Riddick. You have a name?

[lord_roadkill]

Good. World's too big to be small.

[He shifts in his seat, narrow shoulders shrugging like a bird settling feathers. The attention itself doesn't seem to bother him, he only continues to eye the other curiously, unblinking.

No reason to fight him, he wouldn't be much competition like this. Hasn't been for a long time.]

Horus.

[with_my_teacup]

Rings a bell, but I can't remember from where.

Should I know you?

[lord_roadkill]

[Horus sighs. This is the problem. This is how the dark one got lost, this is how they all got lost. This is why the sun's not so bright anymore.]

Yes. No. Used to have meaning. People forget. Only stories now. Empty words.

[with_my_teacup]

Look, pretend you're explaining this to someone who was educated in the penal system.

[lord_roadkill]

[He laughs at that; he can't not. It's Shadow all over again, but he's not much more help now.

Okay. He'll try. He takes a breath, tries to find the threads. Focus. He chews his lip for a moment as he searches for the right words. The right order.

He can remember. If he tries very hard, he thinks he can almost have it.]

Once, we were many. People believed. Asked for help, prayed. Gave offerings. But...wheel turns, things...break. Falter. New things were more important. Times changed.

We didn't. Couldn't. Were forgotten. New things to worship, didn't need us.

[with_my_teacup]

[Prayer and worship, there you go.] You were a god. One of the old Earth gods.