#nysos sharp

Sensing turmoil of a familiar nature, the god stirred from his sleep within his mortal shell. Nysos awoke and turned on his phone, updating the time & date setting to see he’d been in slumber for seven years or so.     Well shit. It took a while for the foggy thoughts of his divine home to fade so he could assess his current place in the world. 

America, L.A. Most likely. He had to know what this trouble was that felt so... arousing. Dressing himself, he smiled at his reflection and choice of vessel,     “still as handsome as ever Daniel.” He said out loud before leaving his penthouse. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator he could see the madness ensuing outside... a protest of some sort. 

Heading to the street, the man realized it was political in nature and things begun to make sense as to why the god was awoken. Putting unruly leaders down is what he did best. Thank fates he had woken up in time and it all seemed pretty recent.  He reached out and stopped someone,      “Hey, uh, I’ve been asleep what’s going on?”