raijinstorms (raijinstorms) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2008-08-07 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | raijin |
Who: Raijin / Narrative
When: Mid-Morning, Thursday
Where: Raijin's office
What: Working
Clouds seemed to hover near the windows of Raijin's top floor office. It was as if the god was at the top of the world, where he had been for hundreds of years until he was forced to descend to the earth to live as a mortal. Raijin had to work for the belief and worship that he still had in America, but he didn't mind that. Work was something that often brought fruit to those who focused on it, and Raijin had no intention of shirking his responsibilities. He had been able to gather belief in the form of video games, action figures, movies, and even comic book characters that were based upon his legend. Granted, they were advertised as "Raiden" instead of "Raijin", but that didn't matter. It only mattered that they believed in a Japanese God of Thunder and Lightning, whatever form it manifested as.
His blue eyes reflected the shimmering sun that hung high in the sky. His eyes were like the heavens themselves, his power sometimes reflected in those orbs clouding up darkly so that small sparks of lightning could be seen within them. But that was not the case today - today Raijin was focused on important work for his company and for his survival. A top secret project that could propel him into a different group of potential believers. It was still in its early phases of development but he was working on gathering enough funds for the project, as well as those to work on it. He also needed to start working on potential advertising, and get some consumer surveys taken to get a better idea of what the public enjoyed.
It was a lot of work, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed keeping busy and seeing the fruits of his labor. He enjoyed the power that he garnished from it, and he enjoyed being able to use that power to further the belief in him. It was a revolving circle, a never-ending cycle of give and take that could only benefit him in the end. Unfortunately, Raijin had to take a lot more than what he could give at times but such was the result of waning power. He didn't have it in abundance anymore as he used to which meant having to ration out what he did have. The old Japanese god didn't mind manipulating others to his own end if it was for the greater good. And was it not? The power he accumulated he used to help those who still prayed to him for assistance. Those who still prostrated themselves in front of altars and shrines were the ones who benefited from the power he had collected. Raijin always wanted to help them, wanted to keep their belief in him strong. So he used others for his own gain in order to help others.
A voice echoed from the speaker, filling the room with what the god considered a riotous din. It might have struck a nerve were he not so trained in meditative practices. "Mister Wakahisa, a courier is here with some important documents for you," said the female voice on the other end. Raijin wondered what was so wrong about actually walking into his office to give him the news. Surely his assistant's voice was much more pleasant in person than it was over the intercom system. He sighed softly and pressed the button. "Sign for it and then bring it into my office," he said calmly. "Oh, and as of right now, we're never to use these infernal speakers ever again. Do you understand?"
There was silence on the other end as if the woman was deciding what to do. After a few moments there was a knock at his door before it opened slowly. Sara, his assistant, walked in meekly and nodded at Raijin. "Yes Sir, I understand." She continued forward into the office and handed him the sealed documents. Raijin smiled at her, not only for delivering the courier's package but for answering his question without using the intercom. It was the perfect way to answer him for if she replied to him over the speakers it meant that she didn't understand him at all.
Sara left after a few moments and Raijin was left alone in his office with the package. He didn't open it right away leaving it on the side of his laptop before he continued to tap away on the keys. He was sending communications to an advertising agency. Raijin was about to send an email with specifications for an ad he wanted when a pop-up invaded his screen. "Having relationship troubles..." he said out loud wondering where in the world it had come from. His IT division had set up a state-of-the-art firewall that was supposed to halt things like this. So who was responsible for it?
Realization struck the god when he thought of the one person he knew who controlled the flow of information: Internet. Raijin couldn't help but smirk and shake his head. That goddess was something else, that much was certain. He had a sudden urge to get in contact with her again, and no sooner had he thought that did he open up a new email message to send to the bubbly goddess.