American Gods RP

Mr. Wheeler groaned. Who could it possibly be? He turned his TV off and answered the door.

The man standing there looked like he had just come home from hawaii.

"Who are you?"

 

"My name is Saule, although I very much doubt that is of very much significance to you. I saw you earlier tonight in a very compromising position" Saule was lying through his teeth (he personally had seen nothing), but he hoped that his ploy might trick Mr. Wheeler into tipping his hand.

"I imagine you know who I work for, and what kind of trouble you might be in?"

 

"Interesting. What position would that be? And what am i in trouble for?"

Mr. Wheeler severely hoped that this man wasn't working for who he thought he was working for. Of course, Valentine had warned Wheeler to watch himself.

Mr. Wheeler Really hoped he didn't know who this man's boss was.

 

Mr. Wheeler had not said anything incriminating, but Saule was not ready to give his bluff up yet.

"At the Chinese restaurant, you were having dinner with someone you should not have had dinner with."

Saule had been examining the room over Mr. Wheeler's rather large shoulder and now attempted to step through the door without an invitation to investigate further.

 

''no tthnx nikki i dont do well wth water but some refreashments would be nice.....''

 

"Help yourself. Would you like beer & snacks, or do you want me to cook you a meal? I'm quite happy to order pizza if you want."

Nikki smiled and handed Zaris the remote control.

"I've got work to do."

 

Mr. Wheeler got that sinking feeling in his gut. she did know.

Mr. Wheeler walked up to his uninvited, fruitily-dressed guest and stepped directly in front of him.

"So you know," Mr. Wheeler said Honestly, "She's not here."

 

Nikki felt a shudder run down her spine. Mr Wheeler was in danger, but she knew that she would make it worse by going to his aid. She hated being in such a helpless position. She only hoped Mr Wheeler could get out ok.

'Is there anything I can do to help you Mobilus?'

 

The words echoed through his head. How could-

No, thanks, Nikkie. I'm alright for now. I'm glad you're still Okay.

"What does she want?" Mr. Wheeler asked his guest.

 

'If you need me just think it.'

Nikki was more worried than ever. Mr Wheeler was in danger, she knew this, but if he did not want her help then there was nothing she could do. She left Zaris with the TV and the games systems, and went into her bedroom. She lay down and looked out at the welcoming night.

 

Saule stepped through the door; it seemed as though Wheeler had been telling the truth when he said he was alone.

Mr. Wheeler looked somehow "bigger" than a man his size should be and Saule felt slightly intimidated, and would much prefer to have Mr. Wheeler sit down.

"She does not want anything in specific. I want you to think of this more as a, shall we say, social visit, although I would like to know a few things. Would you like to sit down?"

 

This guy was acting like it was his apartment. That bugged Mr. Wheeler. It made the man seem like he had some kind of leverage over him.

"Sure", mr. wheeler said. WHy don't you have a seat as well, and we can discuss the matters at hand."

 

Saule took a seat. He could see his forwardness was annoying Mr. Wheeler which was exactly how he wanted things to be, if Mr. Wheeler took a passive stance Saule would be in complete control of the conversation.

"First let me ask you question. Have you seen anything interest on the news lately? . . . No. she had to stop all the news bulletins about all the cops who were burned alive at the mall, and instead there is some stupid special interest story about the spiritual aspect of cat fish or something. She may be interested to know what happened."

 

Mr. Wheeler could guess from the tone of his guest that he wanted to annoy him. Relax, Mr. Wheeler said to himself. If we provoke him, we provoke HER.

"That wasn't me. That was one of the old gods. I followed him and we battled to a stalemate at the mall. Then i lost him."

 

"How could you let it get so out of hand? The meeting is a secret, but it will not be if more incidents like that one occur. She does not want old gods in the city right now."

Saule took off his sunglasses, and looked at Mr. Wheeler unblinkingly.

 

Mr. Wheeler Met Saule's gaze and grinned. "First of all, there are only three of them stationed in this entire metropolis. There are going to be... what, at least two hundred new gods coming here tommorrow? They're out numbered by a lot, and far underpowered. Second, i think these gods are different. Two of them seem to have ben in dispute with the higher-ups of their side. Third, i don't even know if they're still here anymore, considering what happened tonight."

Mr. Wheeler knew saule wouldn't buy the last one. But he hoped he'd at least listen to reason, and not give into her totalitarian desires.

 

“Let me lay all the cards out on the table. One, I know that you had dinner with an old god tonight, but that is all. Two, neither of us particularly like my benefactor. And putting one and two together to make three, if you tell me who you dined with and why; I will not tell Her that the incident happened at all.â€

Saule still had no proof that the person Wheeler had eaten with was an old god; Mr. Wheeler had played it very close to the chest, and Saule was impressed.

Saule leaned back in his chair and after almost falling backward sat up again. “Why don’t you consider my proposal while I get us drinks? Where is your icebox and what will you have?"

Saule may have been impressed by Mr. Wheeler's coolheadedness, but he was still trying to keep Wheeler off balance.

 

''hmph thats weird for a god to act so human u spent to much time with 'em''

 

'Spent too much time with who? I can hear you Zaris. I'm just better at adapting. Anyway are you enjoying the beer, snacks and games?'

Nikki was more concerned for Mr Wheeler's safety, than Zaris thinking she was soft. She couldn't stop thinking of Zaris as the family teenager, sure of himself, yet at times so naive. The best she could do was keep an eye on him. She was actually beginning to like him, which surprised her even more. She wandered out of the bedroom and sat down next to him.

"What are you doing?"

 

"Alright. The ice box is in the kitchen. Help yourself."

Mr. wheeler wondered who this loudly dressed person was. He definitely worked for her, but he didn't seem as menacing as many of her henchmen.

"What's your name?"