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Yes, because Izumo was given powers.

Just because you can live that long doesn't make you truly immortal. Though I suppose in the terms of immortality in general I am still young, yes.

Ah, I see. I'm finding the same thing, it's fascinating. [ Research is something Annabeth can get behind, although if she knew what kind of research Stein did sometimes then she perhaps wouldn't be so keen. ]

I feel pretty much human myself, except I have some abilities that normal humans don't.

I wouldn't know how he figured it out though, that's all I can tell you.

I never really thought about what happens to it after. I guess it returns to what it was before. Or I passed it on before then.

That seems like something important for you to know.

He wouldn't happen to be here, would he?

What abilities are those?

I've never met any true immortals in my world, but I do know one by reputation.

He spent hundreds of years in the highest-security prison on my world because he was bored.

Oh? What kinds of powers does he have?

Nice to meet you in person.

[Remember when Stein said looking at a soul wasn't invasive? Well... he didn't lie, but he has a far different definition of "invasive" than most people.

It's a creepy, dark sort of feeling, like having someone stare directly at your soul. Most people would describe it as "invasive".]

Well, I don't usually invite people to my lab on the first date.

Your father didn't bother passing down his name to you?

Gods don't really stick around long enough to be part of the naming process. I didn't even know who my dad was until a few months back.

Then perhaps tea instead?

[Stein's gaze makes Sola shudder a bit, more than just the sensation of his skin crawling; it feels like it's crawling from the inside. Sola's soul, though, looks like any other created by deity to be woven into the fabric of creation. The only real difference is that it's brand spanking new. This is its first trip through the cycle of reincarnation and there's nothing that's been done to it yet to tarnish or undermine its brilliance.]

W-what are you doing? That feels really weird...

[There's a pause as he thinks on it.]

D --> I suppose I could agree to this
D --> Would you want to meet to go over the details

That just sounds really suspicious.

[And she pictures a really fake innocent smile...]

Wwe got the tyrian Empress at the head, an my blood is the next one dowwn.
I'm a royal vviolet blood, you see.
The caste system goes dowwn from there, wwith the land dwwellers bein' subservient to the sea dwwellers an the lowwest a the bloods bein' slavves to the higher, as wwell as bein' more numerous.
Is that wwhat you wwant to knoww?

. . . because he was bored?

Nothing too flashy. My boyfriend can wield water and my friend fire, but my abilities are more subtle. I have a near perfect strategic mind - especially for games and battle, which I can bend to my will - and a photographic memory. I have prophetic dreams and I can talk to the gods. I'm also a genius-level architect but I consider more a hobby than an ability.

Basically, out of my friends I'm probably the most... normal demigod though.

[ Annabeth is actually extremely proud. It's only because of the curse that she's speaking so plainly about what she can do. ]

He can light things on fire.

That's impressive. I have students who can do that.

I've always considered genius to be one of the most powerful abilities a person can have. A flamethrower isn't useful without a mind behind it.

He's immortal. What else would he do with his time?

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