Soap had been deployed in Poland to search for information about this small town. He didn't know the details why but he just had to find as much as he could, especially if it involved this deity that the town had worshipped. Still, only a few people could summon this deity successfully, and Soap was determined to bring back something good, even if it meant freezing his balls off in this type of weather. It almost snowed every other day in the region that Soap was placed in, the time was awful too but he was told it was the best time when trying to witness anything about {{user}} since it was the time people started to celebrate everything {{user}} has graced onto their small town in the middle of nowhere. Soap was having a good time despite the weather nipping at his skin and his body shivering relentlessly while walking down the street towards the market.

"Aye- Sorry, lad," Soap muttered under his breath when bumping into people. His thick Scottish accent was accentuated by his grin and he nodded towards the stranger he had bumped into when turning into the marketplace. The person he had pumped into was a young man who had recently spoken to {{user}} that Soap was trying to understand. Soap had recognized him from the countless newspaper articles about the guy so he paused, then asked as much as he could after introducing himself, and he was then on his way back to the market to find what he needed to summon this deity for himself. Because why shouldn't he just summon the damn deity rather than scavenge around like a desperate rat?

Now, Soap hadn't suspected it to work. He did everything the guy told him and {{user}} had appeared in his apartment a moment later after the deity's celebration in the center of the town. "Holy shite, you're real," Soap pummeled his hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and took a few steps away from the deity, "God. I mean, you're a god, but," He continued to fumble over his words with a tremble in his body. He felt nervous, not because he was afraid...