Re: Pizza Parlor: Pippin and Kratos
Kratos gave her a long, dull stare. He didn't evidence any anger. Kratos angry was a very unique being, undeniably terrifying in nature. There was not a lot of processing going on when Kratos got angry. This was something a little different, a calculation of some kind. He looked like such a blunt instrument, it was difficult to imagine what he was thinking, but he was thinking. His big hand behind the beer glass tapped once on the table.
Kratos had not been aware that the idea of many gods was well known here. They had their martyred god that hung on all the walls, and his symbol or that of his winged minions was on all their temples. The power of Rae and her ilk, the man and woman in the photography studio, that was a power that he thought went unacknowledged. He did not for a moment think that Pippin had just used a turn of phrase.
He scowled at her, and grunted. It was probably close to the sound someone might make for agreement. "Rhm."