There were about a million reasons for Evangeline to be pissed right now, though they were mostly consequences of and could be expediently reduced to one: she'd been abducted by aliens.
You got a unique perspective when you were a few hundred years old, seeing multiple epochal changes in human society and technology. Recently they'd been coming faster and faster and soon it'd probably be completely normal, but she'd had nice, big chunks of time in which to digest them so she was at an advantage regardless. She was used to the idea that things changed and old ways of life just got wiped out forever, casually as she'd snap your average dead god's neck. Around the time she'd gotten in the business of cutting deals with martian time criminals for technology from the stars she'd sworn she was done being surprised by what the future held forever.
This crap was still kind of jarring. Like waking up with a hangover in Zeus' own sinuses. The hangover part might have been her fault, though, if alcohol stayed in your system while you were in storage in some kind of goo-pod.
At any rate, she actually needed to mull this one over for a bit. She'd never actually thought about this kind of thing, but she'd generally have assumed that if any aliens had abducted her it would be the last mistake they'd ever make. And she'd have a spaceship to cruise around in in short order. That would have been amusing, in the slightly ironic way someone arrogant choosing a target poorly generally was.
This, if the telepathic broadcast could be believed, was actually something a lot funnier. They hadn't just abducted her, they'd taken her to be some kind of champion. Some kind of hero.
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You got a unique perspective when you were a few hundred years old, seeing multiple epochal changes in human society and technology. Recently they'd been coming faster and faster and soon it'd probably be completely normal, but she'd had nice, big chunks of time in which to digest them so she was at an advantage regardless. She was used to the idea that things changed and old ways of life just got wiped out forever, casually as she'd snap your average dead god's neck. Around the time she'd gotten in the business of cutting deals with martian time criminals for technology from the stars she'd sworn she was done being surprised by what the future held forever.
This crap was still kind of jarring. Like waking up with a hangover in Zeus' own sinuses. The hangover part might have been her fault, though, if alcohol stayed in your system while you were in storage in some kind of goo-pod.
At any rate, she actually needed to mull this one over for a bit. She'd never actually thought about this kind of thing, but she'd generally have assumed that if any aliens had abducted her it would be the last mistake they'd ever make. And she'd have a spaceship to cruise around in in short order. That would have been amusing, in the slightly ironic way someone arrogant choosing a target poorly generally was.
This, if the telepathic broadcast could be believed, was actually something a lot funnier. They hadn't just abducted her, they'd taken her to be some kind of champion. Some kind of hero.
Only one good reaction to that.
Laugh. And laugh loud.