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It had been about 2 weeks since Telamon received a scolding from builderman.
Two weeks of Telamon trying his absolute best.
It’s such a shame that he’s so incompetent. I wonder why the other gods even tolerate him. He’s a needy, emotional brat.
He should be grateful. He’s looked up upon by mortals, respected by much lower admins.
He’s just ungrateful. Yea that’s it.
An ungrateful brat.
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As you can tell…Telamon is doing great! Nothing to worry about.
He’s happy.
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Telamon was working as always.
His office was similar to the rest of the major gods, Dusekkar, Erik and builderman.
White marble corinthian pillars that stretched lengths tall were at the corners of the room with divine detail.
Glass replaced the walls which showed a magnificent view.
In the gaps of the glass stood marble ionic columns with immense depth.
The floor was made up of pure marble.
If you think his chamber was ‘fancy’ just wait till you see buildermans or Erik’s.
Anyways, telamon was trying to figure out what the host account was running for the hacker account named ‘C00lkid’
He had discovered that it was planned out by many robloxians but he couldn’t seem to find out who was the main robloxian running this scandal.
At least ‘C00lkid’ wasn’t showing inappropriate content in the games he hacked, which was mostly just ‘Work At a Pizza Place’. The guy was playing the song ‘spooky scary skeletons’ while changing all the base plates into his avatar. It did scare many robloxians and injured some as well since the base plates moved irregularly.
Finding main accounts was an extremely difficult task.
The god had been trying to find the host account for 2 days now with no luck.
The seat squeezed under his weight.
So little had happened yet he was reacting so much. An over dramatic bitch. He had nothing to be upset over. Everything is fine.
But it felt hard to breath. Every inhale was a scream to his throat.
It was both too hot and too cold at the same time.
It felt like there was a hole in his stomach. Butterflies flying around in there.
His hands were shaking…they are just cold.
He’s a god for fucks sake.
He’s fine.
“I’m so incompetent”
“I can’t even find a host account, the others must think I’m deadweight”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“I should be grateful that they don’t say anything to my face”
“I have no reason to feel so tired”
“I should just-“
‘Knock, knock’
Telamons head snapped up to look at the door. Who could it even be? Everyone way busy with work so it didn’t make sense.
His hands moved under the desk to avoid them being seen.
“Come in” Telamon yelled, waiting for who’ll it be.
The door swung open before a figure walked into the room then closed the door behind themselves.
“Greetings my friend. Are things going gracefully on your side of the valley?”
It was Dusekkar! He always had a weird way of speaking, but Telamon never minded since he speaked in third person and all. It was quite endearing in a platonic way.
The mage wore a blue pumpkin head that was a gift from Telamon, which was the most eye catching part of him. (it canonically was)
“Ah, it’s going quite well. Now may telamon ask, what brings thee here”
“Well, me and she hasn’t seen you really. Others don’t seem to express worry.”
“Hm? Telamon is feeling just fine. Thee doesn’t need to express distress”
“It isn’t just that. I see you haven’t been taking leaves. Taking breaks is quite necessary yet you seem to never come lately”
“Really? Telamon must have not noticed that he was skipping breaks. Telamon doesn’t feel tired”
“..alright if that’s what thee pleads, but just be aware that you have me. If you feel distressed and our builder isn’t free, make sure to call, I’ll pick up once free”
“Telamon highly appreciates the offer but he can do well and take care of himself.
The mage nodded once before spinning his large wand thrice in the air before slamming in on the ground. Fine white shimmering power appeared into existence, covering everything in the office, but the second it made contact with any of the marble it generated a blue glow before dissolving.
A blue ribbon appeared, placed neatly on his desk. It was…a beautiful color, like the dark oceans or lilacs. It looked like it was made of silk.
It felt smooth and cold on his hands. He ran his fingers along the surface, feeling the silky texture of it. The color reminded him of the mage, which was pretty nice. It felt calming in a way.
The winged man turned to look up at the pumpkin headed man but he was no where to be seen. It seemed like he had gotten a gift.
His lips curled up into a smile…he was grateful, he should be more thankful. Dusekkar probably is just pitying him. Or maybe he does care..-no he doesn’t deserve that.
His hands moved to tie the ribbon around his wrist creating a little bow. It was so that he could easily take it home later that day.
But the second he looked back at the screen the thoughts came spiraling back like a titall wave.
The account name flashed on the screen. ‘C00lkid’ it showed. On the top of the screen were dozens of tabs trying to figure out the host account.
His hands moved to the keyboard and started dancing across the keys, not even fully processing what he was typing anymore.
The keys made a quiet “click” sound once pressed. Oddly soothing compared to his arms. They were still sore…gods, he shouldn’t have done ‘it’ yesterday.
As his hands danced the ribbon shimmered lightly in the sun. Not very visible but up from close it was there.
Blues a nice color