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Jesus decides the awkward silence would best be broken by him.
"What's your name, little one?"
"I'm 27."
"Delighted to meet you, Imtwentyseven. My name is Jesus, or Yeshua, or Josh to my friends."
"No no, my name is Rainbow Dash, my age is 27."
"My apologies."
'Wow. Going great. Incredible conversation, and I've talked to God.' He thinks. He grabs his cup of cabernet and takes a sip from the attached straw.
"So Josh, do you mind telling me why your castle of clouds or whatever is up here?"
He was certainly not expecting this. He inhales some of the wine. He starts to cough.
"Oh my God, are you okay?"
He is too preoccupied with the wine down his windpipe to correct her word usage. It burns his throat, causing him to cough and hack.
After his lung debacle, he returns to the conversation.
"I- cough am so- cough sorry. What were you saying?"
"Well, I was asking why your house is in my sky. Also, who the hell even are you?"
"I thought I told you. I'm Jesus, or Yeshua, or to my-"
"That's just your name. Who are you?"
Jesus is taken aback. Typically the people in his kingdoms always had some knowledge of him. This was new. His mind struggles to adjust for a beat.
"Oh. Sorry, I'm just confused. I'm Jesus, son of God. I got nailed to the cross. Went around with twelve dudes and people still thought I was straight? Ringing any bells?"
Twelve dudes sounded like fun, but no bells were being rung. She says as such.
"Yeah, nothing. You said you're the.. son of God? I don't think any of my friends know someone like you.
Jesus walks across the room and grabs hold of what seems to be a large lever.
"What's up with that thing?"
Rainbow Dash looks this man up and down, left and right, forward and backward, and intuits that she might get dropped into some chamber of sorts. An oubliette, if you will.
"I'm not dealing with your oubliette bullshit at the moment, Mr. I-got-nailed. Wait, no. That's not right. Mr. Twelve-dude-accompanier? No. What abou-”
Her voice trails away as she falls deeper into this fortress. An oubliette-type-deal, y'know?