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"Such commanding devotion to your own power...." came the reply, right next to her in the car with his feet up on the dash as he leaned back, filing his nails with a nail-file. His blue hair and the suit he wore pointed him out to most Gods immediately. If that failed, the Creation Symbol of a Galaxy on his breast pocket usually did the trick.

But Crane was freshly born.

"I'm afraid none of it will help you against me, however. I have come to do two things, Crane." he spoke, not taking his eyes off of his delicate process. "The first one is to welcome you to God-hood, I'm sure you must feel very powerful and proud of yourself. The second is to take away your high horse before you get on it: There are rules to being a Diety."

He blew on his nails softly to remove the built up dust, then continued. "First rule is simple enough: Don't interfere in Mortal Affairs. Second Rule, too: Don't interfere in the affairs of other Gods without just reason." he explained. "Most other rules are just sub-rules branching off of those two. Proper manners are usually appreciated when talking with your fellow Gods, particularly since you're the new girl on the block. Age and the like, I'm sure you understand."

He then cleared his throat and lowered his feet onto the floor of the Wen-mobile. "Am I understood?" He was not speaking down to her, nor up to her, nor even on an even field. He spoke as a father would speak to his daughter, yet his words held much more weight to them. It was almost as if his words were law. He'd seen the rise and fall of many Deities, the falls of which often occurring by his own hand, based on the strangely monotonous, yet melodic tone in his voice, and the calm look on his face.

He did hope however that Crane would cooperate and simply follow the rules.