Night 51: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

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Here was that right turn. About the only place Logan could get to with no confusion was the bulletin board, and by extension the cafeteria: straight down the hall, take two lefts. Once he got there, there was a possibility that he'd get held up - a handful of people had all said the same thing: trying to go through that room at night was a bad idea.

Well, it was a good idea; it just also happened to be dangerous. It sounded like the crew that'd tried to hit the basement last night had gotten held up, and there was nowhere else that could happen. There were two doors in the cafeteria that indicated there was some other way to get in, but Logan had no idea what that was. There was a door way behind him, but that was the wrong direction. With any luck, Kurt would have an idea.

With his luck, both doors led to goddamn broom closets.

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And, of course, even with the 'supposed', he'd managed to render Michaelangelo almost speechless. "I-it's pretty complicated," Kibitoshin explained (or at least tried to explain, given that he had no idea himself), giving an awkward, apologetic little smile that seemed to say I'm sorry for destroying your perception of the entire universe and your theological beliefs and/or belief system, I totally didn't mean to. "I'm not actually that powerful. I mean, there are lots of people in my universe who are much, much stronger than I am. I-I'm really more like... like an overseer. Or a manager."

Yes. That was a nice way of thinking about it. He was the manager and Goku and his friends were, like, his... managees. Or whatever it was you called people you managed ("Idiots," supplied his Ancestor in the back of his mind, "like you."). He most certainly wasn't useless if you looked at it that way.

"Anyway," he added, buoyed by his new explanation, "I'm still in training. There's a lot I don't know about the universe still. It is pretty big, after all."

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"Still, this is all pretty shocking..." Bucciarati said, his eyebrows furrowed, "I...does this mean you're...God? I mean, a god? If you oversee the universe, that must mean you have some sort of omnipotence or omniscience! And there are people that stronger than you? I mean, if you can call them people if they outmatch a god."

Bucciarati looked down at his feet. Boy, he sure felt silly walking around with what was essentially a deity in search of a baseball bat. It was almost like walking up to Buddha and asking him if he'd like to go find some pipes to beat up monsters with. And he had lied to Kibitoshin! Was he going to hell now?! Oh, God! Or would it be 'Oh, Kibitoshin!'?

"Um..." Bucciarati mumbled, not quite sure how to address the Kaioshin, "I guess you can explain it in more detail while we walk to the activity shed. That is, if you'd like to..." Bucciarati scratched his head awkwardly as he paused for a moment. "Should I be calling you something special, like 'Your Holiness?'...Forget I said that."

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