"Spoken like a true someone who doesn't have cool battle scars. And I didn't get my ass handed to me, mate. I heroically committed myself to teamwork and distracted the ravaging beasts, giving Sunny an opening to dropkick big mamma. I should get a medal!"
But he glances down at the scratches, frowning as if to reassess them. They would look cool rather than pathetic, right? House is certainly just cramping his style.
"Poor you. No one paying attention during your big moment." House huffs, but does set aside his work to take a look at Ezekiel's healing wounds. "Your big moment should've been when you went to go talk to that asshole patron of yours." Talking of people not watching.
"I know, right? Maybe we should task someone with writing songs about us. Didn't they do that back then? Poems about how heroic everyone is? Someone needs to get on that."
But his mouth curls into a pout.
"Right? I was really looking forward to it, too. You know, coming back with all the answers... I had a dramatic entrance all planned out, shouting from the rooftops!"
House pokes at one of the Ezekiel's scratches maybe a little too hard be before letting out an irritated hiss through his teeth.
"And something might be blocking them out in the city. I was talking to Snape about it. He got his little prayed-for whatever when the gods apparently thought we weren't talking to them. So, they're either being selectively deaf on purpose or there's something interfering. My guess is it's the next Titan we're gonna have to deal with."
Ezekiel rubs the spot with a bit of a glare but it's immediately forgotten in the wake of theorizing. His eyebrows go up and he blinks, a keen expression crossing his face.
"Scrambling the signal? That makes sense, actually. Maybe whatever it is isn't strong enough to block out all communication, especially the individual wishes?"
He ignores Ezekiel's discomfort and reaches for the jar with ground willow bark. There's nothing wrong with the kid, nothing's infected. But he can use some mild painkillers, probably.
"The question is why the hell can they not hear what we're saying when we're at their altars here? I talked to Minerva about the fight after the battle at her altar in the Complex. I've heard other people talking to their patrons. What's different?
"They bring us here on their altars. They're listening enough to grant prayers. They're listening and watching close enough to gossip about us. So why couldn't they say anything with the animals we brought to them until people went out and tossed the crap into their temples?"
Ezekiel watches House work but he's clearly thinking, chewing the problem over.
"Maybe there's rules. Maybe it's considered cheating, like, some weird bizarro god rules that never make sense and are just annoying, really? Like in Stargate. Or Star Trek."
He hums, rubbing the back of his neck. "Or they only hear prayers but asking for information isn't prayers? Or the Courtyard is camouflaged. We could stage a fight there and then go ask the gods 'hey, uh, did you see that because if not your tv might be broken'?"
The staged fight isn't actually a bad idea and House mulls that over as he hands a cup to Ezekiel. "Go and fill this from that basin the middle of the room." He nods toward it. It's just a water basin they keep filled with clean water for use in the clinic.
"Might try asking at the altars and the temples both, see if that gets any different responses. If they do have rules, they're arbitrary as all hell."
"We can maybe get an idea of who from the libraries. There's not much on the Titans, but there are a few books that at least go over their domains." Research! Intelligence is way sexier than scars, Ezekiel.
Except back home he has other people to do the reading for him.
He hands him the cup and slinks down on the stretcher again with a petulant expression on his face. But he's not entirely adverse to the idea. Because a library does sound like home, one of the reasons he has been avoiding it so far.
"I guess we could check if there's a surveillance Titan in there somewhere."
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But he glances down at the scratches, frowning as if to reassess them. They would look cool rather than pathetic, right? House is certainly just cramping his style.
"If anyone would bother to watch, that is."
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But his mouth curls into a pout.
"Right? I was really looking forward to it, too. You know, coming back with all the answers... I had a dramatic entrance all planned out, shouting from the rooftops!"
He pauses. "Why do you think they ignored us?"
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House pokes at one of the Ezekiel's scratches maybe a little too hard be before letting out an irritated hiss through his teeth.
"And something might be blocking them out in the city. I was talking to Snape about it. He got his little prayed-for whatever when the gods apparently thought we weren't talking to them. So, they're either being selectively deaf on purpose or there's something interfering. My guess is it's the next Titan we're gonna have to deal with."
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Ezekiel rubs the spot with a bit of a glare but it's immediately forgotten in the wake of theorizing. His eyebrows go up and he blinks, a keen expression crossing his face.
"Scrambling the signal? That makes sense, actually. Maybe whatever it is isn't strong enough to block out all communication, especially the individual wishes?"
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"The question is why the hell can they not hear what we're saying when we're at their altars here? I talked to Minerva about the fight after the battle at her altar in the Complex. I've heard other people talking to their patrons. What's different?
"They bring us here on their altars. They're listening enough to grant prayers. They're listening and watching close enough to gossip about us. So why couldn't they say anything with the animals we brought to them until people went out and tossed the crap into their temples?"
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Ezekiel watches House work but he's clearly thinking, chewing the problem over.
"Maybe there's rules. Maybe it's considered cheating, like, some weird bizarro god rules that never make sense and are just annoying, really? Like in Stargate. Or Star Trek."
He hums, rubbing the back of his neck. "Or they only hear prayers but asking for information isn't prayers? Or the Courtyard is camouflaged. We could stage a fight there and then go ask the gods 'hey, uh, did you see that because if not your tv might be broken'?"
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"Might try asking at the altars and the temples both, see if that gets any different responses. If they do have rules, they're arbitrary as all hell."
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Ezekiel gets up and fills the cup, not bothering to fix his tunic for the short trip.
"Sometimes you just gotta roll with it. But if someone is looping the video feed we should definitely try and find out."
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Except back home he has other people to do the reading for him.
He hands him the cup and slinks down on the stretcher again with a petulant expression on his face. But he's not entirely adverse to the idea. Because a library does sound like home, one of the reasons he has been avoiding it so far.
"I guess we could check if there's a surveillance Titan in there somewhere."