Adam - (Ask Black Idol a Question)
"So this is quite the special story." Black Idol explained to her now much closer audience, "See, it's a story that's only ever been told once before, and that was when the First God told it to me."
Adam held back a gasp of surprise, but it showed clearly on his features. There was only one story this could be, and he had never expected to hear it. He couldn't imagine the loss of not attending this concert.
Black Idol continued, "It's known that a God can come to power by gaining a large amount of Favor and then being granted one of the Planes. But it's never been told how they are given their Plane unless another God gives it to them directly. And Lord was kind enough to tell me this secret to godhood so I could share it with you." She paused for effect, causing the itch in Adam's veins to grow stronger, the itch to hear this secret. "Each of the original gods," she continued finally, "are unique in power. It is not just having Favor, but also gaining it in a special way. For the First God, it was never being defeated, not even once. For another, it was learning to exist outside the Planes. And for one it was even killing herself. These feats beyond normal capabilities are what create Gods."
"Wait, so you mean, the Gods are Gods just, because?" He stared in disbelief, that was the worst revelation he could have gotten, no wonder Lord had left it to a middleman.
"Not quite," Black Idol responded, "To quote Lord directly, 'We are Gods because we overcame our humanity.'"
"I see, that's, a bit less frustrating to hear."
Adam still didn't like learning this. That there was no special secret to being a God, you just had to be good enough or lucky enough for a Plane to choose you. It didn't seem fair that someone like Astra could acquire godhood without knowing something that the rest of the world didn't know. He could certainly guess what that bastard's way of, "overcoming his humanity" was. His fists visibly clenched up in response to his rapidly growing anger.
The Diviner
"Very well then, take your shirt off, lay down on the operation table, and I'll extract the needed favor." The Diviner explained, leading Lawrence to a porcelain slab. Once Lawrence was laying down, he grabbed a tube with a small needle on it off the wall and inserted it into the center of Lawrence's chest, just below the sternum. There was a slight stinging, but any experienced pilot knew by now how this worked. The Diviner was loath to imagine the days before his technology, when people were forced to go into complex meditations to modify their armaments, nowadays they just had to have a needle stuck in them.
A few minutes after the insertion, a ding spring up from a nearby monitor and The Diviner removed the tube. "Alright, I've gathered the Favor from your mech system, you're free to oversee the specifics if you like." The Diviner began tapping away at the monitor, shifting power from Ricochet's thrusters. It was convenient that the mech was still in its repair cycle, it would take a good bit less favor than normal to modify sections that hadn't regenerated yet.