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A summons from the Queen of the Gods was not something that could be easily ignored. Not when Hera was calling them all together at a moment like this, where the Greecian realm was on the brink of multiple wars. This was the moment that all the Olympians needed to come together and there was no better person to facilitate such a meeting then their queen and the goddess of marriage. Apollo wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of spending time in Hera’s sacred space as it was no secret that she hated her husband’s bastards, but this was a moment that these sort of things would have to be put aside for a moment as the gods were brought together for a bigger purpose.
Practically sauntering into the dining hall, Apollo was quite pleased with the entrance that he had made. Never being a god to miss the chance to show off, the Sun God had shown up to the meeting clad in only one of his knotted loincloths that left little to the imagination and showed off his youthful body. Seriously, it appeared that there wasn’t so much as a stray body hair anywhere on the younger of the twin gods. However, this wasn’t the only aspect of the god that was immaculate in every sense of the word as the god practically glowed in the firelight from all the gold jewelry that he was decked out in. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, and nearly everything in between, it was almost obscene how many glittering gems were decorating his body. Everyone knew why Apollo was dressed in this way as well as he was trying to emulate his domain in his person.
If anything, this sort of display would make the other gods roll their eyes if they could be even bothered to do that. With the war rapidly unfolding, many of the deities were under immense pressure to help ensure that the greeks would emerge victorious from this conflict and just simply didn’t have the patience for the antics of this immortal juvenile. Apollo knew he’d be in the same boat when the conflict actually began and he’d called upon to heal the wounded soldiers. Up until this point, the extent of what he’s been require to do has just been ensuring that the boats sailing first from Taengea and then later Colchis did not become floating cesspits of disease. That was simple enough, but one Apollo would have to tend to the individuals, it would be a whole different ball game.
That was probably the reason that this meeting was being held prior to the first swords clashing in the sands of Egypt. This moment of antebellum, no matter how stressful, was likely to be the last moment they could all come together before the conflict drove itself into full swing. Once the first Taengean stepped foot onto Egyptian sands, the chance for such unity would be lost. This was a bit of a problem as the lessons of Troy had shown them that it was best to ensure that before any sort of conflict that all the gods were on the same side if they wanted the war to come to a swift end. That was why they were being brought together for this purpose -- even though Apollo had no inkling as to why someone would stand against their people when it was Egypt that stood against their men. None of the gods would be caught dead supporting such an inferior force to their Greeks.
If Apollo had to guess, deities were more concerned with what would happen with the civil war unfolding in Athenia. If that conflict couldn’t be avoided, the gods would be split not only along the divide of needing to choose to concentrate their efforts on one skirmish or the other; but also the mere concept of the Greeks fighting each other would tear Olympus down the middle. It was in everyone’s best interest to see where the other gods stood in regards to this conflict and ensure that the impact such a division would have upon them all would be minimal as clearly Olympus needed to focus their efforts to the south, especially as there was another pantheon supporting their enemy that was not facing the possibility of being torn into two because all of their favorite mortals couldn’t sort out their issues without resulting in war. Not that Apollo had any sort of stance given how one of the key players in that conflict bore his blessing and even though he was growing frustrated with the lack of recognition he was receiving from the Stravos Heir, he was certain that some of the gods would have choice words about his champion. By gods, that was bound to be fun to deal with…
However, that was a topic that would be tackled once all the gods were gathered together and not a moment before. Apollo might be an arrogant fool, but even he wasn’t dumb enough to press his luck by bringing it up. Instead, he played it safe by taking a moment to greet his twin before taking the seat next to her and waiting for the other gods to appear so they could move forward with this meeting and they could all go back to whatever they were doing before they were all summoned together.
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A summons from the Queen of the Gods was not something that could be easily ignored. Not when Hera was calling them all together at a moment like this, where the Greecian realm was on the brink of multiple wars. This was the moment that all the Olympians needed to come together and there was no better person to facilitate such a meeting then their queen and the goddess of marriage. Apollo wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of spending time in Hera’s sacred space as it was no secret that she hated her husband’s bastards, but this was a moment that these sort of things would have to be put aside for a moment as the gods were brought together for a bigger purpose.
Practically sauntering into the dining hall, Apollo was quite pleased with the entrance that he had made. Never being a god to miss the chance to show off, the Sun God had shown up to the meeting clad in only one of his knotted loincloths that left little to the imagination and showed off his youthful body. Seriously, it appeared that there wasn’t so much as a stray body hair anywhere on the younger of the twin gods. However, this wasn’t the only aspect of the god that was immaculate in every sense of the word as the god practically glowed in the firelight from all the gold jewelry that he was decked out in. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, and nearly everything in between, it was almost obscene how many glittering gems were decorating his body. Everyone knew why Apollo was dressed in this way as well as he was trying to emulate his domain in his person.
If anything, this sort of display would make the other gods roll their eyes if they could be even bothered to do that. With the war rapidly unfolding, many of the deities were under immense pressure to help ensure that the greeks would emerge victorious from this conflict and just simply didn’t have the patience for the antics of this immortal juvenile. Apollo knew he’d be in the same boat when the conflict actually began and he’d called upon to heal the wounded soldiers. Up until this point, the extent of what he’s been require to do has just been ensuring that the boats sailing first from Taengea and then later Colchis did not become floating cesspits of disease. That was simple enough, but one Apollo would have to tend to the individuals, it would be a whole different ball game.
That was probably the reason that this meeting was being held prior to the first swords clashing in the sands of Egypt. This moment of antebellum, no matter how stressful, was likely to be the last moment they could all come together before the conflict drove itself into full swing. Once the first Taengean stepped foot onto Egyptian sands, the chance for such unity would be lost. This was a bit of a problem as the lessons of Troy had shown them that it was best to ensure that before any sort of conflict that all the gods were on the same side if they wanted the war to come to a swift end. That was why they were being brought together for this purpose -- even though Apollo had no inkling as to why someone would stand against their people when it was Egypt that stood against their men. None of the gods would be caught dead supporting such an inferior force to their Greeks.
If Apollo had to guess, deities were more concerned with what would happen with the civil war unfolding in Athenia. If that conflict couldn’t be avoided, the gods would be split not only along the divide of needing to choose to concentrate their efforts on one skirmish or the other; but also the mere concept of the Greeks fighting each other would tear Olympus down the middle. It was in everyone’s best interest to see where the other gods stood in regards to this conflict and ensure that the impact such a division would have upon them all would be minimal as clearly Olympus needed to focus their efforts to the south, especially as there was another pantheon supporting their enemy that was not facing the possibility of being torn into two because all of their favorite mortals couldn’t sort out their issues without resulting in war. Not that Apollo had any sort of stance given how one of the key players in that conflict bore his blessing and even though he was growing frustrated with the lack of recognition he was receiving from the Stravos Heir, he was certain that some of the gods would have choice words about his champion. By gods, that was bound to be fun to deal with…
However, that was a topic that would be tackled once all the gods were gathered together and not a moment before. Apollo might be an arrogant fool, but even he wasn’t dumb enough to press his luck by bringing it up. Instead, he played it safe by taking a moment to greet his twin before taking the seat next to her and waiting for the other gods to appear so they could move forward with this meeting and they could all go back to whatever they were doing before they were all summoned together.
A summons from the Queen of the Gods was not something that could be easily ignored. Not when Hera was calling them all together at a moment like this, where the Greecian realm was on the brink of multiple wars. This was the moment that all the Olympians needed to come together and there was no better person to facilitate such a meeting then their queen and the goddess of marriage. Apollo wasn’t thrilled with the prospect of spending time in Hera’s sacred space as it was no secret that she hated her husband’s bastards, but this was a moment that these sort of things would have to be put aside for a moment as the gods were brought together for a bigger purpose.
Practically sauntering into the dining hall, Apollo was quite pleased with the entrance that he had made. Never being a god to miss the chance to show off, the Sun God had shown up to the meeting clad in only one of his knotted loincloths that left little to the imagination and showed off his youthful body. Seriously, it appeared that there wasn’t so much as a stray body hair anywhere on the younger of the twin gods. However, this wasn’t the only aspect of the god that was immaculate in every sense of the word as the god practically glowed in the firelight from all the gold jewelry that he was decked out in. Necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, and nearly everything in between, it was almost obscene how many glittering gems were decorating his body. Everyone knew why Apollo was dressed in this way as well as he was trying to emulate his domain in his person.
If anything, this sort of display would make the other gods roll their eyes if they could be even bothered to do that. With the war rapidly unfolding, many of the deities were under immense pressure to help ensure that the greeks would emerge victorious from this conflict and just simply didn’t have the patience for the antics of this immortal juvenile. Apollo knew he’d be in the same boat when the conflict actually began and he’d called upon to heal the wounded soldiers. Up until this point, the extent of what he’s been require to do has just been ensuring that the boats sailing first from Taengea and then later Colchis did not become floating cesspits of disease. That was simple enough, but one Apollo would have to tend to the individuals, it would be a whole different ball game.
That was probably the reason that this meeting was being held prior to the first swords clashing in the sands of Egypt. This moment of antebellum, no matter how stressful, was likely to be the last moment they could all come together before the conflict drove itself into full swing. Once the first Taengean stepped foot onto Egyptian sands, the chance for such unity would be lost. This was a bit of a problem as the lessons of Troy had shown them that it was best to ensure that before any sort of conflict that all the gods were on the same side if they wanted the war to come to a swift end. That was why they were being brought together for this purpose -- even though Apollo had no inkling as to why someone would stand against their people when it was Egypt that stood against their men. None of the gods would be caught dead supporting such an inferior force to their Greeks.
If Apollo had to guess, deities were more concerned with what would happen with the civil war unfolding in Athenia. If that conflict couldn’t be avoided, the gods would be split not only along the divide of needing to choose to concentrate their efforts on one skirmish or the other; but also the mere concept of the Greeks fighting each other would tear Olympus down the middle. It was in everyone’s best interest to see where the other gods stood in regards to this conflict and ensure that the impact such a division would have upon them all would be minimal as clearly Olympus needed to focus their efforts to the south, especially as there was another pantheon supporting their enemy that was not facing the possibility of being torn into two because all of their favorite mortals couldn’t sort out their issues without resulting in war. Not that Apollo had any sort of stance given how one of the key players in that conflict bore his blessing and even though he was growing frustrated with the lack of recognition he was receiving from the Stravos Heir, he was certain that some of the gods would have choice words about his champion. By gods, that was bound to be fun to deal with…
However, that was a topic that would be tackled once all the gods were gathered together and not a moment before. Apollo might be an arrogant fool, but even he wasn’t dumb enough to press his luck by bringing it up. Instead, he played it safe by taking a moment to greet his twin before taking the seat next to her and waiting for the other gods to appear so they could move forward with this meeting and they could all go back to whatever they were doing before they were all summoned together.
Hades never did like it when either one of his siblings 'summoned' him to Olympus. And they were very different indeed. Usually, one of his brothers would try and cajole him into joining them up in the skies for a night of party, drinking, and should the men manage to get away from their wives, most definitely some female entertainment of the whore kind. Most of the time, Hades tried to avoid such matters. The few times he went, he merely found himself bored and oftentimes irritated by the petty and spiteful fights and arguments that seem to break out far too often.
As such, the dark God of the Underworld was really quite, quite happy in his own realm. There, people feared him, they listened to him, respected him.... bowed down to him, as they should. And not try and shove a chalice of Dionysius-made wine, half sloshed themselves and end up with his chiton and black leather boots covered in the sticky liquid of fermented grapes.
Yuck.
But a summons was different. That was when Zeus did it in a tone that bade no argument, so grumbling all the way, Hades had grabbed his formal chiton, the one lined with gold threads, the only color in his otherwise dull wardrobe, the man bidded Charon to take him across the river, and then rose up the Olympus after tossing a steak to Cerberus as an incentive for the three-headed beast to guard the Underworld while he was gone.
Wincing as his eyes was harshly accosted by the light practically gleaming off the white and gold marble pillars, his presence in the misty realm of Olympus was odd that even the dryads, nymphs and other inhabitants of Olympus shied and scattered away from his gloomy, menacing aura. Just the way he liked it.
Of course, being away from screaming empousa's in the Underworld did have it's perks. For once, Hades didn't have to strain to hear what was going on (although he didn't really like the singing that was being done by the elves by the fountain, did they really have to do it all day long?), he'll take what he can get.
Allowing his black chiton and cloak to flare behind him as he made his way to the main dining hall of the Gods, the youngest of the King of Gods briefly considered why had his brother summoned them all. The latest happenings in the mortal realm? He had briefly touched upon what was going on in Athenia, but things there had unfurled so slowly, Hades almost felt disappointed in Elias, and the pace he was setting. Could the boy not be more power hungry? Must be Apollo making him go soft, the male God scoffed internally as he made the turn to go for the last hallway leading to the dining room. Couldn't he have blessed his chosen male with something more useful? Beauty indeed.
Was it the war? Probably. That's where and what he had been keeping his eye on, and he had no doubt Ares would have plenty to say on the matter as well - God of War, afterall. But wars brought death, so it was one of the few topics uncle and nephew agreed upon.
Hearing the splash of water, Hades turned, and gave a wry grin when he saw Poseidon making his way in with his wife on hand, although Amphitrite looked less then pleased with the way her husband's eyes wandered to the top-naked dryad's and nyphs. "Do you not have enough naiad's to entertain you down there, Poseidon?" he muttered, rolling his eyes when Amphitrite tossed him a dirty look. Easily falling in step next to his brother as they exchanged greetings, Hades rolled his eyes as Aphrodite sniffed before entering the hall before them. He had never fancied the Goddess of Love anyway - finicky thing, love was. Hades couldn't be bothered.
Sweeping in and separating to the two seats right next to the head of the table, the main throne itself was in the shape of a thunderbolt buffeted with clouds, while the two seats on either side of it was unique in their own way. Hades's own was different then his own throne in the Underworld. While he would have very much liked to have it made in likeness, Zeus had vetoed a pile of skulls, so in the end Hades had chosen to have only one skull on each of the handrests, where his palms could rest upon it's top. The back of the seat was merely wrought with shapes of souls and screaming human's instead. The base of the seat was curled with a three-pronged tail much like Cerberus's own, and one of the skulls at the armrests was made with a perfect slot where Hades slid his bident in to rest, before settling in the seat itself.
With a gaze flickering over to Apollo, and each of the Gods as they filed in, the God of Lost Souls hunkered down in the seat, already wishing for the whole farce to come to an end.
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Hades never did like it when either one of his siblings 'summoned' him to Olympus. And they were very different indeed. Usually, one of his brothers would try and cajole him into joining them up in the skies for a night of party, drinking, and should the men manage to get away from their wives, most definitely some female entertainment of the whore kind. Most of the time, Hades tried to avoid such matters. The few times he went, he merely found himself bored and oftentimes irritated by the petty and spiteful fights and arguments that seem to break out far too often.
As such, the dark God of the Underworld was really quite, quite happy in his own realm. There, people feared him, they listened to him, respected him.... bowed down to him, as they should. And not try and shove a chalice of Dionysius-made wine, half sloshed themselves and end up with his chiton and black leather boots covered in the sticky liquid of fermented grapes.
Yuck.
But a summons was different. That was when Zeus did it in a tone that bade no argument, so grumbling all the way, Hades had grabbed his formal chiton, the one lined with gold threads, the only color in his otherwise dull wardrobe, the man bidded Charon to take him across the river, and then rose up the Olympus after tossing a steak to Cerberus as an incentive for the three-headed beast to guard the Underworld while he was gone.
Wincing as his eyes was harshly accosted by the light practically gleaming off the white and gold marble pillars, his presence in the misty realm of Olympus was odd that even the dryads, nymphs and other inhabitants of Olympus shied and scattered away from his gloomy, menacing aura. Just the way he liked it.
Of course, being away from screaming empousa's in the Underworld did have it's perks. For once, Hades didn't have to strain to hear what was going on (although he didn't really like the singing that was being done by the elves by the fountain, did they really have to do it all day long?), he'll take what he can get.
Allowing his black chiton and cloak to flare behind him as he made his way to the main dining hall of the Gods, the youngest of the King of Gods briefly considered why had his brother summoned them all. The latest happenings in the mortal realm? He had briefly touched upon what was going on in Athenia, but things there had unfurled so slowly, Hades almost felt disappointed in Elias, and the pace he was setting. Could the boy not be more power hungry? Must be Apollo making him go soft, the male God scoffed internally as he made the turn to go for the last hallway leading to the dining room. Couldn't he have blessed his chosen male with something more useful? Beauty indeed.
Was it the war? Probably. That's where and what he had been keeping his eye on, and he had no doubt Ares would have plenty to say on the matter as well - God of War, afterall. But wars brought death, so it was one of the few topics uncle and nephew agreed upon.
Hearing the splash of water, Hades turned, and gave a wry grin when he saw Poseidon making his way in with his wife on hand, although Amphitrite looked less then pleased with the way her husband's eyes wandered to the top-naked dryad's and nyphs. "Do you not have enough naiad's to entertain you down there, Poseidon?" he muttered, rolling his eyes when Amphitrite tossed him a dirty look. Easily falling in step next to his brother as they exchanged greetings, Hades rolled his eyes as Aphrodite sniffed before entering the hall before them. He had never fancied the Goddess of Love anyway - finicky thing, love was. Hades couldn't be bothered.
Sweeping in and separating to the two seats right next to the head of the table, the main throne itself was in the shape of a thunderbolt buffeted with clouds, while the two seats on either side of it was unique in their own way. Hades's own was different then his own throne in the Underworld. While he would have very much liked to have it made in likeness, Zeus had vetoed a pile of skulls, so in the end Hades had chosen to have only one skull on each of the handrests, where his palms could rest upon it's top. The back of the seat was merely wrought with shapes of souls and screaming human's instead. The base of the seat was curled with a three-pronged tail much like Cerberus's own, and one of the skulls at the armrests was made with a perfect slot where Hades slid his bident in to rest, before settling in the seat itself.
With a gaze flickering over to Apollo, and each of the Gods as they filed in, the God of Lost Souls hunkered down in the seat, already wishing for the whole farce to come to an end.
Hades never did like it when either one of his siblings 'summoned' him to Olympus. And they were very different indeed. Usually, one of his brothers would try and cajole him into joining them up in the skies for a night of party, drinking, and should the men manage to get away from their wives, most definitely some female entertainment of the whore kind. Most of the time, Hades tried to avoid such matters. The few times he went, he merely found himself bored and oftentimes irritated by the petty and spiteful fights and arguments that seem to break out far too often.
As such, the dark God of the Underworld was really quite, quite happy in his own realm. There, people feared him, they listened to him, respected him.... bowed down to him, as they should. And not try and shove a chalice of Dionysius-made wine, half sloshed themselves and end up with his chiton and black leather boots covered in the sticky liquid of fermented grapes.
Yuck.
But a summons was different. That was when Zeus did it in a tone that bade no argument, so grumbling all the way, Hades had grabbed his formal chiton, the one lined with gold threads, the only color in his otherwise dull wardrobe, the man bidded Charon to take him across the river, and then rose up the Olympus after tossing a steak to Cerberus as an incentive for the three-headed beast to guard the Underworld while he was gone.
Wincing as his eyes was harshly accosted by the light practically gleaming off the white and gold marble pillars, his presence in the misty realm of Olympus was odd that even the dryads, nymphs and other inhabitants of Olympus shied and scattered away from his gloomy, menacing aura. Just the way he liked it.
Of course, being away from screaming empousa's in the Underworld did have it's perks. For once, Hades didn't have to strain to hear what was going on (although he didn't really like the singing that was being done by the elves by the fountain, did they really have to do it all day long?), he'll take what he can get.
Allowing his black chiton and cloak to flare behind him as he made his way to the main dining hall of the Gods, the youngest of the King of Gods briefly considered why had his brother summoned them all. The latest happenings in the mortal realm? He had briefly touched upon what was going on in Athenia, but things there had unfurled so slowly, Hades almost felt disappointed in Elias, and the pace he was setting. Could the boy not be more power hungry? Must be Apollo making him go soft, the male God scoffed internally as he made the turn to go for the last hallway leading to the dining room. Couldn't he have blessed his chosen male with something more useful? Beauty indeed.
Was it the war? Probably. That's where and what he had been keeping his eye on, and he had no doubt Ares would have plenty to say on the matter as well - God of War, afterall. But wars brought death, so it was one of the few topics uncle and nephew agreed upon.
Hearing the splash of water, Hades turned, and gave a wry grin when he saw Poseidon making his way in with his wife on hand, although Amphitrite looked less then pleased with the way her husband's eyes wandered to the top-naked dryad's and nyphs. "Do you not have enough naiad's to entertain you down there, Poseidon?" he muttered, rolling his eyes when Amphitrite tossed him a dirty look. Easily falling in step next to his brother as they exchanged greetings, Hades rolled his eyes as Aphrodite sniffed before entering the hall before them. He had never fancied the Goddess of Love anyway - finicky thing, love was. Hades couldn't be bothered.
Sweeping in and separating to the two seats right next to the head of the table, the main throne itself was in the shape of a thunderbolt buffeted with clouds, while the two seats on either side of it was unique in their own way. Hades's own was different then his own throne in the Underworld. While he would have very much liked to have it made in likeness, Zeus had vetoed a pile of skulls, so in the end Hades had chosen to have only one skull on each of the handrests, where his palms could rest upon it's top. The back of the seat was merely wrought with shapes of souls and screaming human's instead. The base of the seat was curled with a three-pronged tail much like Cerberus's own, and one of the skulls at the armrests was made with a perfect slot where Hades slid his bident in to rest, before settling in the seat itself.
With a gaze flickering over to Apollo, and each of the Gods as they filed in, the God of Lost Souls hunkered down in the seat, already wishing for the whole farce to come to an end.
Striding along the soaring walkways, feet skimming clouds, Ares tapped the butt of his spear against the ground in time to the battle hymn he sang. Not the god of music, but certainly not deficient in voice, Ares sang well enough that both his war hounds pranced along at his heels, ears perked, tails wagging. Swirls of parted white nimbus and cirrus cloud curled in his wake, giving Hephaestus a hard time stumping through. That, along with the threat of incoming onslaught put Ares in the most deliriously happy mood. Bypassing nymphs, dryads, his sisters, Ares flung open the doors of his mother’s temple with a tremendous BANG.
His eyes blazed bright and blue, as vibrant as a clear summer afternoon. Before him stretched the long table, where sat his insolent nephew, gleaming in all his idiot glory, his sullen, dour uncle, his other sodden uncle and his dripping wife, his father, at the table’s head, bristling with crackling power. Ares didn’t bother to look at the rest. Hera stared at him, not impressed with the noise he’d already made and Aphrodite’s narrowed eyes were all he needed to see. The latter’s now widened eyes and prettily arched eyebrow made him realize his brilliant helm was still on his head and he removed it, tucking it beneath his arm.
With a trilling whistle and a tap of his staff again, he and his hounds circled the table, taking a pointed seat beside Aphrodite where her husband should have sat. It was at that moment that Hephaestus finally stumped in, puffed, huffed in indignation, and complained to Zeus who looked like he wanted to obliterate his entire family. Ares was in too good a mood to put up much of a stubborn fight and moved out of Hephaestus’s chair and into his own, where Athena would likely sit beside him. He was giddy and waiting for her, leaning back in his chair, eyes trained on the doorway.
He paid exactly zero attention to what was going on until Athena finally entered, at which point he sat up, grinning, fingers tapping the table to the tune of the battle hymn he’d been singing earlier. Of any of the gods, it was she who would understand his excitement the most...though she may not necessarily agree with it. Either way, it didn’t matter. They’d be working together on it...or...he hoped they would. They did not always see eye to eye, although Greece was better off when they did. He waited until Athena had taken her seat and leaned over to her. His reflection followed the action in the helm now sitting in front of him on the table. His spear was leaned against Artemis’s chair and she looked like she was seriously considering tipping the thing onto the floor.
One of his hounds was sniffing at Hades’s leg, scenting Cerberus while the other was curled at Ares’s feet. The god of war could not wait for this meeting to begin. “Want to take bets on whose warrior will kill the most?” he was whispering to Athena in total disregard for what anyone else was saying.
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Striding along the soaring walkways, feet skimming clouds, Ares tapped the butt of his spear against the ground in time to the battle hymn he sang. Not the god of music, but certainly not deficient in voice, Ares sang well enough that both his war hounds pranced along at his heels, ears perked, tails wagging. Swirls of parted white nimbus and cirrus cloud curled in his wake, giving Hephaestus a hard time stumping through. That, along with the threat of incoming onslaught put Ares in the most deliriously happy mood. Bypassing nymphs, dryads, his sisters, Ares flung open the doors of his mother’s temple with a tremendous BANG.
His eyes blazed bright and blue, as vibrant as a clear summer afternoon. Before him stretched the long table, where sat his insolent nephew, gleaming in all his idiot glory, his sullen, dour uncle, his other sodden uncle and his dripping wife, his father, at the table’s head, bristling with crackling power. Ares didn’t bother to look at the rest. Hera stared at him, not impressed with the noise he’d already made and Aphrodite’s narrowed eyes were all he needed to see. The latter’s now widened eyes and prettily arched eyebrow made him realize his brilliant helm was still on his head and he removed it, tucking it beneath his arm.
With a trilling whistle and a tap of his staff again, he and his hounds circled the table, taking a pointed seat beside Aphrodite where her husband should have sat. It was at that moment that Hephaestus finally stumped in, puffed, huffed in indignation, and complained to Zeus who looked like he wanted to obliterate his entire family. Ares was in too good a mood to put up much of a stubborn fight and moved out of Hephaestus’s chair and into his own, where Athena would likely sit beside him. He was giddy and waiting for her, leaning back in his chair, eyes trained on the doorway.
He paid exactly zero attention to what was going on until Athena finally entered, at which point he sat up, grinning, fingers tapping the table to the tune of the battle hymn he’d been singing earlier. Of any of the gods, it was she who would understand his excitement the most...though she may not necessarily agree with it. Either way, it didn’t matter. They’d be working together on it...or...he hoped they would. They did not always see eye to eye, although Greece was better off when they did. He waited until Athena had taken her seat and leaned over to her. His reflection followed the action in the helm now sitting in front of him on the table. His spear was leaned against Artemis’s chair and she looked like she was seriously considering tipping the thing onto the floor.
One of his hounds was sniffing at Hades’s leg, scenting Cerberus while the other was curled at Ares’s feet. The god of war could not wait for this meeting to begin. “Want to take bets on whose warrior will kill the most?” he was whispering to Athena in total disregard for what anyone else was saying.
Striding along the soaring walkways, feet skimming clouds, Ares tapped the butt of his spear against the ground in time to the battle hymn he sang. Not the god of music, but certainly not deficient in voice, Ares sang well enough that both his war hounds pranced along at his heels, ears perked, tails wagging. Swirls of parted white nimbus and cirrus cloud curled in his wake, giving Hephaestus a hard time stumping through. That, along with the threat of incoming onslaught put Ares in the most deliriously happy mood. Bypassing nymphs, dryads, his sisters, Ares flung open the doors of his mother’s temple with a tremendous BANG.
His eyes blazed bright and blue, as vibrant as a clear summer afternoon. Before him stretched the long table, where sat his insolent nephew, gleaming in all his idiot glory, his sullen, dour uncle, his other sodden uncle and his dripping wife, his father, at the table’s head, bristling with crackling power. Ares didn’t bother to look at the rest. Hera stared at him, not impressed with the noise he’d already made and Aphrodite’s narrowed eyes were all he needed to see. The latter’s now widened eyes and prettily arched eyebrow made him realize his brilliant helm was still on his head and he removed it, tucking it beneath his arm.
With a trilling whistle and a tap of his staff again, he and his hounds circled the table, taking a pointed seat beside Aphrodite where her husband should have sat. It was at that moment that Hephaestus finally stumped in, puffed, huffed in indignation, and complained to Zeus who looked like he wanted to obliterate his entire family. Ares was in too good a mood to put up much of a stubborn fight and moved out of Hephaestus’s chair and into his own, where Athena would likely sit beside him. He was giddy and waiting for her, leaning back in his chair, eyes trained on the doorway.
He paid exactly zero attention to what was going on until Athena finally entered, at which point he sat up, grinning, fingers tapping the table to the tune of the battle hymn he’d been singing earlier. Of any of the gods, it was she who would understand his excitement the most...though she may not necessarily agree with it. Either way, it didn’t matter. They’d be working together on it...or...he hoped they would. They did not always see eye to eye, although Greece was better off when they did. He waited until Athena had taken her seat and leaned over to her. His reflection followed the action in the helm now sitting in front of him on the table. His spear was leaned against Artemis’s chair and she looked like she was seriously considering tipping the thing onto the floor.
One of his hounds was sniffing at Hades’s leg, scenting Cerberus while the other was curled at Ares’s feet. The god of war could not wait for this meeting to begin. “Want to take bets on whose warrior will kill the most?” he was whispering to Athena in total disregard for what anyone else was saying.
When Hera called everyone together for a meeting, Athena was almost relieved in a way. With Greece on the brink of two separate wars, there was so much that needed to be done and she was glad that someone else was finally taking this whole thing seriously. That was something Athena always appreciated about Hera. She always seemed to desire some sense of organization on things. That alone made her and Hera get along much of the time, even if she was a child of Zeus’s. She at least had the advantage of being the product of a previous relationship and not her father’s infidelity.
Athena had prepared her own thoughts for the meeting. There was the war with the Egyptians. That was most pressing. The threat of an outside force that could invade Greece if they weren’t careful. That was what Athena was most afraid of. While they had defeated Egypt in war before, this time Athenia had been distracted by its own internal problems. Problems that had managed to sneak up when Athena was distracted with other matters and that only added to her determination that these conflicts had to be handled well. While the other gods might see these as two separate conflicts, these were both interlinked. Besides, it was her duty to look after the people of Athenia, and they were currently suffering.
Athena arrived at the meeting in her armor, spear, and shield to hand. It was a war meeting was it not? One needed to be properly attired, though she expected no danger at the meeting. Unless Ares managed to get particularly out of hand. Actually, she wasn’t entirely sure she could fully dismiss that possibility. As much as they needed to be able to work together in situations such as these, they had never been ones to see eye to eye as far as strategy was concerned.
As Athena entered, she sat down next to Ares, her owl gliding in and landing on her shoulder, where the breastplate had been padded to accommodate her claws. Athena could barely contain a glare of displeasure at Ares who was practically squirming with delight in the seat next to her. While she had to admit that there was always a thrill in being able to best an enemy, surely he realized the seriousness of the situation they were currently faced with. A war not only on a foreign front but domestically.
Athena sighed at the question that Ares posed to her. “Ares, this is not something that should be taken so lightly. We fight in the defense of Greece itself. You wouldn’t want us to lose the very people who worship us?” Athena paused for a moment to let her point sink in before continuing. “Of course my warrior will win.” A hint of a mischievous smile was all that indicated that Athena was winding up the hot-headed god. She was far too competitive to have refused to take part in such a contest. However, she would have appreciated him not being quite so happy about the task at hand.
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When Hera called everyone together for a meeting, Athena was almost relieved in a way. With Greece on the brink of two separate wars, there was so much that needed to be done and she was glad that someone else was finally taking this whole thing seriously. That was something Athena always appreciated about Hera. She always seemed to desire some sense of organization on things. That alone made her and Hera get along much of the time, even if she was a child of Zeus’s. She at least had the advantage of being the product of a previous relationship and not her father’s infidelity.
Athena had prepared her own thoughts for the meeting. There was the war with the Egyptians. That was most pressing. The threat of an outside force that could invade Greece if they weren’t careful. That was what Athena was most afraid of. While they had defeated Egypt in war before, this time Athenia had been distracted by its own internal problems. Problems that had managed to sneak up when Athena was distracted with other matters and that only added to her determination that these conflicts had to be handled well. While the other gods might see these as two separate conflicts, these were both interlinked. Besides, it was her duty to look after the people of Athenia, and they were currently suffering.
Athena arrived at the meeting in her armor, spear, and shield to hand. It was a war meeting was it not? One needed to be properly attired, though she expected no danger at the meeting. Unless Ares managed to get particularly out of hand. Actually, she wasn’t entirely sure she could fully dismiss that possibility. As much as they needed to be able to work together in situations such as these, they had never been ones to see eye to eye as far as strategy was concerned.
As Athena entered, she sat down next to Ares, her owl gliding in and landing on her shoulder, where the breastplate had been padded to accommodate her claws. Athena could barely contain a glare of displeasure at Ares who was practically squirming with delight in the seat next to her. While she had to admit that there was always a thrill in being able to best an enemy, surely he realized the seriousness of the situation they were currently faced with. A war not only on a foreign front but domestically.
Athena sighed at the question that Ares posed to her. “Ares, this is not something that should be taken so lightly. We fight in the defense of Greece itself. You wouldn’t want us to lose the very people who worship us?” Athena paused for a moment to let her point sink in before continuing. “Of course my warrior will win.” A hint of a mischievous smile was all that indicated that Athena was winding up the hot-headed god. She was far too competitive to have refused to take part in such a contest. However, she would have appreciated him not being quite so happy about the task at hand.
When Hera called everyone together for a meeting, Athena was almost relieved in a way. With Greece on the brink of two separate wars, there was so much that needed to be done and she was glad that someone else was finally taking this whole thing seriously. That was something Athena always appreciated about Hera. She always seemed to desire some sense of organization on things. That alone made her and Hera get along much of the time, even if she was a child of Zeus’s. She at least had the advantage of being the product of a previous relationship and not her father’s infidelity.
Athena had prepared her own thoughts for the meeting. There was the war with the Egyptians. That was most pressing. The threat of an outside force that could invade Greece if they weren’t careful. That was what Athena was most afraid of. While they had defeated Egypt in war before, this time Athenia had been distracted by its own internal problems. Problems that had managed to sneak up when Athena was distracted with other matters and that only added to her determination that these conflicts had to be handled well. While the other gods might see these as two separate conflicts, these were both interlinked. Besides, it was her duty to look after the people of Athenia, and they were currently suffering.
Athena arrived at the meeting in her armor, spear, and shield to hand. It was a war meeting was it not? One needed to be properly attired, though she expected no danger at the meeting. Unless Ares managed to get particularly out of hand. Actually, she wasn’t entirely sure she could fully dismiss that possibility. As much as they needed to be able to work together in situations such as these, they had never been ones to see eye to eye as far as strategy was concerned.
As Athena entered, she sat down next to Ares, her owl gliding in and landing on her shoulder, where the breastplate had been padded to accommodate her claws. Athena could barely contain a glare of displeasure at Ares who was practically squirming with delight in the seat next to her. While she had to admit that there was always a thrill in being able to best an enemy, surely he realized the seriousness of the situation they were currently faced with. A war not only on a foreign front but domestically.
Athena sighed at the question that Ares posed to her. “Ares, this is not something that should be taken so lightly. We fight in the defense of Greece itself. You wouldn’t want us to lose the very people who worship us?” Athena paused for a moment to let her point sink in before continuing. “Of course my warrior will win.” A hint of a mischievous smile was all that indicated that Athena was winding up the hot-headed god. She was far too competitive to have refused to take part in such a contest. However, she would have appreciated him not being quite so happy about the task at hand.
Even though Apollo knew that his attention should be focused on the various gods entering the Queen’s temple -- the Sun god was rather distracted by some of the attendants that were fluttering about, serving the Olympians the finest wine that Greece had to offer. Apollo couldn’t help it. After all, he was his father’s son and he was not immune to Zeus’s follies. There was no way that the Sun God would be able to direct his attention away from the pretty faces surrounding him, especially when apparently a good portion of them had decided to forgo clothes. There was nothing that could be done about the way his eyes lingered on the nymphs as they moved through the room, the gentle swaying of their hips as they walked forced Apollo to bite his lip in order to keep himself together. The young god wanted nothing more for this meeting to end so he could tempt some of them back to his own temple where they would be able to spend their time in a more thrilling way than sitting around letting the war gods have a pissing contest.
Luckily though, all it took was one sharp jab to his ribs by Artemis to refocus the Sun God. Had any of the other Olympians done this, a full-on brawl would likely break out on the temple floor. However, given that it was his twin sister, all he did in response was playfully push back at the girl as his cheeks flush a bright red out of the shame of being caught staring. Though he wasn’t necessarily embarrassed by the fact that he was caught looking at the other nymphs, instead he was far more flustered about the fact that it was Artemis who had noticed. The goddess’s aversion to all things sexual was well-known throughout the Greecian realm and even though Apollo did not understand his sister’s decision to remain chaste (as he had also experienced the joys of both genders as he played in the mortal realm) he respected her choice. The sun god tried to tone back his own Zeus-like lust whenever he was around her as he knew that it was not something she enjoyed dealing with, so having her catch him was not ideal. Not in the slightest.
Mouthing a sheepish sorry as Apollo tried to keep his eyes away from the naked dryads and nymphs, the god couldn’t help, but wonder why they were allowed in this temple in the first place. Hera was infamous for her hatred for anything and everyone that tempted her husband’s gaze away from her. These nymphs would clearly have an easy time of doing just that as Apollo could see Poseidon getting in trouble with Amphitrite out of the corner of his eye. Given that Zeus was the King and had absolutely no reservations about copping a feel, Apollo could already tell that this meeting was going to turn out absolutely fine and the Queen wouldn’t smash at least one glass out of sheer anger by the end of the night. However, that wasn’t exactly his problem. Apollo would just need to do everything in his power to make sure that he stayed out of the way. After all, he was one of Zeus’s many bastards, the woman had plenty of anger towards him and he had absolutely no desire to stoke it this evening.
Hopefully, given that this was a war meeting and the other gods would clearly have more to say than he did, Apollo wasn’t worried about incurring Hera’s wrath as the last Olympian sauntered in and took their seat. As soon as their butts were in their chair, the Queen rose from her own and called the attention of the all the gods to her without uttering a single word. Hera had that grand of an imposing presence that she didn’t need to say anything to bring them all to a momentary silence before opening the discussion to the topic that they were all gathered here to address; the dual wars.
“Thank you all for coming. I am sure you all know why my husband has summoned you to this meeting. Greece is threatened from both within and afar, meaning that we must come together in this great time of need.” The Queen stated with a certain motherly lilt to her voice to not only encourage a certain aura of calmness through the room, but also wordlessly inform all of them that she would not tolerate any form of squabbling. Not that that was gonna stop them. Either way, the message was more than clear as she spoke again, “Now even though we all have great concern for what is occurring on the shores of Athenia, I believe that we can all concur that the greater threat rests upon the shores of Egypt. This is the first topic we should address this evening. Then we can turn our attention to other problems.”
Apollo didn’t fail to notice how her tone had grown cold as her gaze flickered over not only himself, but also Aphrodite and Athena as she spoke. Even though the conflict that was unfolding had very little to do with Apollo, he knew that many of the Olympians would be keen to cast blame upon him due to the fact that Elias of Stravos carried his blessing. Luckily at least he would not be alone in this as Persephone of Xanthos was also blessed by Aphrodite and Athenia was supposed to be Athena’s glorified pet. Granted, there was truly no blame to go around as the conflict was a result of the mortal’s decisions, but still… Apollo was not keen to argue this in front of all of the other gods.
Needless to say, Apollo would want to keep the subject on the topic of the Egyptian war. This explained why the teenage-upstart in an immortal skin was the first to speak when Hera sat down, signaling that the floor was now open for anyone to claim. “Well this shouldn’t be too difficult of a conflict to settle. They’re Egyptians, we’re Greeks. They don’t stand a chance against our forces.” Apollo stated with all the young, natural bravado that the immature god could muster as his eyes flickered around the table, waiting to see who would inevitably pick up the conversation from him and continue the chatter. For some reason, his eyes rested on his Uncle. He was nearly certain that Hades was thrilled at the prospect of two wars as his desire to fill the underworld with the dead was not hidden in the slightest. Certainly, he would have some choice words to say about the conflicts that were unfolding in front of the gods...
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Even though Apollo knew that his attention should be focused on the various gods entering the Queen’s temple -- the Sun god was rather distracted by some of the attendants that were fluttering about, serving the Olympians the finest wine that Greece had to offer. Apollo couldn’t help it. After all, he was his father’s son and he was not immune to Zeus’s follies. There was no way that the Sun God would be able to direct his attention away from the pretty faces surrounding him, especially when apparently a good portion of them had decided to forgo clothes. There was nothing that could be done about the way his eyes lingered on the nymphs as they moved through the room, the gentle swaying of their hips as they walked forced Apollo to bite his lip in order to keep himself together. The young god wanted nothing more for this meeting to end so he could tempt some of them back to his own temple where they would be able to spend their time in a more thrilling way than sitting around letting the war gods have a pissing contest.
Luckily though, all it took was one sharp jab to his ribs by Artemis to refocus the Sun God. Had any of the other Olympians done this, a full-on brawl would likely break out on the temple floor. However, given that it was his twin sister, all he did in response was playfully push back at the girl as his cheeks flush a bright red out of the shame of being caught staring. Though he wasn’t necessarily embarrassed by the fact that he was caught looking at the other nymphs, instead he was far more flustered about the fact that it was Artemis who had noticed. The goddess’s aversion to all things sexual was well-known throughout the Greecian realm and even though Apollo did not understand his sister’s decision to remain chaste (as he had also experienced the joys of both genders as he played in the mortal realm) he respected her choice. The sun god tried to tone back his own Zeus-like lust whenever he was around her as he knew that it was not something she enjoyed dealing with, so having her catch him was not ideal. Not in the slightest.
Mouthing a sheepish sorry as Apollo tried to keep his eyes away from the naked dryads and nymphs, the god couldn’t help, but wonder why they were allowed in this temple in the first place. Hera was infamous for her hatred for anything and everyone that tempted her husband’s gaze away from her. These nymphs would clearly have an easy time of doing just that as Apollo could see Poseidon getting in trouble with Amphitrite out of the corner of his eye. Given that Zeus was the King and had absolutely no reservations about copping a feel, Apollo could already tell that this meeting was going to turn out absolutely fine and the Queen wouldn’t smash at least one glass out of sheer anger by the end of the night. However, that wasn’t exactly his problem. Apollo would just need to do everything in his power to make sure that he stayed out of the way. After all, he was one of Zeus’s many bastards, the woman had plenty of anger towards him and he had absolutely no desire to stoke it this evening.
Hopefully, given that this was a war meeting and the other gods would clearly have more to say than he did, Apollo wasn’t worried about incurring Hera’s wrath as the last Olympian sauntered in and took their seat. As soon as their butts were in their chair, the Queen rose from her own and called the attention of the all the gods to her without uttering a single word. Hera had that grand of an imposing presence that she didn’t need to say anything to bring them all to a momentary silence before opening the discussion to the topic that they were all gathered here to address; the dual wars.
“Thank you all for coming. I am sure you all know why my husband has summoned you to this meeting. Greece is threatened from both within and afar, meaning that we must come together in this great time of need.” The Queen stated with a certain motherly lilt to her voice to not only encourage a certain aura of calmness through the room, but also wordlessly inform all of them that she would not tolerate any form of squabbling. Not that that was gonna stop them. Either way, the message was more than clear as she spoke again, “Now even though we all have great concern for what is occurring on the shores of Athenia, I believe that we can all concur that the greater threat rests upon the shores of Egypt. This is the first topic we should address this evening. Then we can turn our attention to other problems.”
Apollo didn’t fail to notice how her tone had grown cold as her gaze flickered over not only himself, but also Aphrodite and Athena as she spoke. Even though the conflict that was unfolding had very little to do with Apollo, he knew that many of the Olympians would be keen to cast blame upon him due to the fact that Elias of Stravos carried his blessing. Luckily at least he would not be alone in this as Persephone of Xanthos was also blessed by Aphrodite and Athenia was supposed to be Athena’s glorified pet. Granted, there was truly no blame to go around as the conflict was a result of the mortal’s decisions, but still… Apollo was not keen to argue this in front of all of the other gods.
Needless to say, Apollo would want to keep the subject on the topic of the Egyptian war. This explained why the teenage-upstart in an immortal skin was the first to speak when Hera sat down, signaling that the floor was now open for anyone to claim. “Well this shouldn’t be too difficult of a conflict to settle. They’re Egyptians, we’re Greeks. They don’t stand a chance against our forces.” Apollo stated with all the young, natural bravado that the immature god could muster as his eyes flickered around the table, waiting to see who would inevitably pick up the conversation from him and continue the chatter. For some reason, his eyes rested on his Uncle. He was nearly certain that Hades was thrilled at the prospect of two wars as his desire to fill the underworld with the dead was not hidden in the slightest. Certainly, he would have some choice words to say about the conflicts that were unfolding in front of the gods...
Even though Apollo knew that his attention should be focused on the various gods entering the Queen’s temple -- the Sun god was rather distracted by some of the attendants that were fluttering about, serving the Olympians the finest wine that Greece had to offer. Apollo couldn’t help it. After all, he was his father’s son and he was not immune to Zeus’s follies. There was no way that the Sun God would be able to direct his attention away from the pretty faces surrounding him, especially when apparently a good portion of them had decided to forgo clothes. There was nothing that could be done about the way his eyes lingered on the nymphs as they moved through the room, the gentle swaying of their hips as they walked forced Apollo to bite his lip in order to keep himself together. The young god wanted nothing more for this meeting to end so he could tempt some of them back to his own temple where they would be able to spend their time in a more thrilling way than sitting around letting the war gods have a pissing contest.
Luckily though, all it took was one sharp jab to his ribs by Artemis to refocus the Sun God. Had any of the other Olympians done this, a full-on brawl would likely break out on the temple floor. However, given that it was his twin sister, all he did in response was playfully push back at the girl as his cheeks flush a bright red out of the shame of being caught staring. Though he wasn’t necessarily embarrassed by the fact that he was caught looking at the other nymphs, instead he was far more flustered about the fact that it was Artemis who had noticed. The goddess’s aversion to all things sexual was well-known throughout the Greecian realm and even though Apollo did not understand his sister’s decision to remain chaste (as he had also experienced the joys of both genders as he played in the mortal realm) he respected her choice. The sun god tried to tone back his own Zeus-like lust whenever he was around her as he knew that it was not something she enjoyed dealing with, so having her catch him was not ideal. Not in the slightest.
Mouthing a sheepish sorry as Apollo tried to keep his eyes away from the naked dryads and nymphs, the god couldn’t help, but wonder why they were allowed in this temple in the first place. Hera was infamous for her hatred for anything and everyone that tempted her husband’s gaze away from her. These nymphs would clearly have an easy time of doing just that as Apollo could see Poseidon getting in trouble with Amphitrite out of the corner of his eye. Given that Zeus was the King and had absolutely no reservations about copping a feel, Apollo could already tell that this meeting was going to turn out absolutely fine and the Queen wouldn’t smash at least one glass out of sheer anger by the end of the night. However, that wasn’t exactly his problem. Apollo would just need to do everything in his power to make sure that he stayed out of the way. After all, he was one of Zeus’s many bastards, the woman had plenty of anger towards him and he had absolutely no desire to stoke it this evening.
Hopefully, given that this was a war meeting and the other gods would clearly have more to say than he did, Apollo wasn’t worried about incurring Hera’s wrath as the last Olympian sauntered in and took their seat. As soon as their butts were in their chair, the Queen rose from her own and called the attention of the all the gods to her without uttering a single word. Hera had that grand of an imposing presence that she didn’t need to say anything to bring them all to a momentary silence before opening the discussion to the topic that they were all gathered here to address; the dual wars.
“Thank you all for coming. I am sure you all know why my husband has summoned you to this meeting. Greece is threatened from both within and afar, meaning that we must come together in this great time of need.” The Queen stated with a certain motherly lilt to her voice to not only encourage a certain aura of calmness through the room, but also wordlessly inform all of them that she would not tolerate any form of squabbling. Not that that was gonna stop them. Either way, the message was more than clear as she spoke again, “Now even though we all have great concern for what is occurring on the shores of Athenia, I believe that we can all concur that the greater threat rests upon the shores of Egypt. This is the first topic we should address this evening. Then we can turn our attention to other problems.”
Apollo didn’t fail to notice how her tone had grown cold as her gaze flickered over not only himself, but also Aphrodite and Athena as she spoke. Even though the conflict that was unfolding had very little to do with Apollo, he knew that many of the Olympians would be keen to cast blame upon him due to the fact that Elias of Stravos carried his blessing. Luckily at least he would not be alone in this as Persephone of Xanthos was also blessed by Aphrodite and Athenia was supposed to be Athena’s glorified pet. Granted, there was truly no blame to go around as the conflict was a result of the mortal’s decisions, but still… Apollo was not keen to argue this in front of all of the other gods.
Needless to say, Apollo would want to keep the subject on the topic of the Egyptian war. This explained why the teenage-upstart in an immortal skin was the first to speak when Hera sat down, signaling that the floor was now open for anyone to claim. “Well this shouldn’t be too difficult of a conflict to settle. They’re Egyptians, we’re Greeks. They don’t stand a chance against our forces.” Apollo stated with all the young, natural bravado that the immature god could muster as his eyes flickered around the table, waiting to see who would inevitably pick up the conversation from him and continue the chatter. For some reason, his eyes rested on his Uncle. He was nearly certain that Hades was thrilled at the prospect of two wars as his desire to fill the underworld with the dead was not hidden in the slightest. Certainly, he would have some choice words to say about the conflicts that were unfolding in front of the gods...
While Hades usually had little patience for those of his brethren or souls of any sort, and any other creature within their heavenly realm of Olympus, he had some patience for the creatures who did not speak in their tongue. Canines were one of them. With Cerberus as his own pet, he did have some semblance of patience when it came to dogs, and merely flicked his gaze downwards when one of Ares's hounds came sniffing around his boot, but did not flick the creature away.
Instead, the God of Lost Souls focused briefly on pockets of conversation, hearing Poseidon argue with Dionysios, and Hera filed in with her husband to take the seat at the pinnacle of the little congregation of thrones in the main hall of her temple. Momentarily the dark god focused on the inane chatter between Athena and Ares, but rolled his eyes at the regular banter they both got into before he just picked up one of the chalices of wine being offered by the servants that served Hera's domain.
Unlike the rest of those he had to call his family, Hades wasn't tempted much by the naked dryads and nymphs. Sure, his obsidian gaze would wander to appreciate their form, but it took far more then a pretty face to have Hades want to tempt a woman into his bed. Besides, he had little time to waste with bedroom antics. It wasn't that he was chaste, Hades was simply far pickier then anyone in Olympus when it came to who he bedded.
Heaving an internal sigh of relief when the doors finally closed as his sister raised to address everyone, he lazily glanced at the regal figure of the Queen of Gods - Hera had much power over everyone, but Hades was one of the few who fell out of the realm of power, being one of the three King's within Olympus, even if his realm wasn't the one he was in right now. Did he really care what was to happen to Athenia? Not entirely. He already claimed his boon from the kingdom when Thanatos delivered their King to his realm, and even now as they spoke, the soul of King Minas sat at his Judgement Table at work.
Still, if Zeus and Hera wanted them to pay attention to it, Hades couldn't say no, sadly.
"Overconfidence precedes carlessness." he murmured when Apollo's bravado was made clear in his words. More then once, he's seen his nephew and nieces charge forth into stupid situations simply due to the fact that they failed to consider all avenues of action. Save for Athena and Artemis, he doubted anyone else in Olympus actually slowed down to think of the consequences of their actions - in fact, many of the present God's were a result of the lack of consideration for what would happen. It wasn't that Hades wasn't glad there was a war - it always led to an influx of population within his realm. But neither did the old God of the Underworld wish for the Greek forces to end up without a victory.
As such, his gaze turned to Ares and Athena, raising a brow as he asked. "I'm assuming your men and women are ready for the war? I would hate to see us on the losing end."
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While Hades usually had little patience for those of his brethren or souls of any sort, and any other creature within their heavenly realm of Olympus, he had some patience for the creatures who did not speak in their tongue. Canines were one of them. With Cerberus as his own pet, he did have some semblance of patience when it came to dogs, and merely flicked his gaze downwards when one of Ares's hounds came sniffing around his boot, but did not flick the creature away.
Instead, the God of Lost Souls focused briefly on pockets of conversation, hearing Poseidon argue with Dionysios, and Hera filed in with her husband to take the seat at the pinnacle of the little congregation of thrones in the main hall of her temple. Momentarily the dark god focused on the inane chatter between Athena and Ares, but rolled his eyes at the regular banter they both got into before he just picked up one of the chalices of wine being offered by the servants that served Hera's domain.
Unlike the rest of those he had to call his family, Hades wasn't tempted much by the naked dryads and nymphs. Sure, his obsidian gaze would wander to appreciate their form, but it took far more then a pretty face to have Hades want to tempt a woman into his bed. Besides, he had little time to waste with bedroom antics. It wasn't that he was chaste, Hades was simply far pickier then anyone in Olympus when it came to who he bedded.
Heaving an internal sigh of relief when the doors finally closed as his sister raised to address everyone, he lazily glanced at the regal figure of the Queen of Gods - Hera had much power over everyone, but Hades was one of the few who fell out of the realm of power, being one of the three King's within Olympus, even if his realm wasn't the one he was in right now. Did he really care what was to happen to Athenia? Not entirely. He already claimed his boon from the kingdom when Thanatos delivered their King to his realm, and even now as they spoke, the soul of King Minas sat at his Judgement Table at work.
Still, if Zeus and Hera wanted them to pay attention to it, Hades couldn't say no, sadly.
"Overconfidence precedes carlessness." he murmured when Apollo's bravado was made clear in his words. More then once, he's seen his nephew and nieces charge forth into stupid situations simply due to the fact that they failed to consider all avenues of action. Save for Athena and Artemis, he doubted anyone else in Olympus actually slowed down to think of the consequences of their actions - in fact, many of the present God's were a result of the lack of consideration for what would happen. It wasn't that Hades wasn't glad there was a war - it always led to an influx of population within his realm. But neither did the old God of the Underworld wish for the Greek forces to end up without a victory.
As such, his gaze turned to Ares and Athena, raising a brow as he asked. "I'm assuming your men and women are ready for the war? I would hate to see us on the losing end."
While Hades usually had little patience for those of his brethren or souls of any sort, and any other creature within their heavenly realm of Olympus, he had some patience for the creatures who did not speak in their tongue. Canines were one of them. With Cerberus as his own pet, he did have some semblance of patience when it came to dogs, and merely flicked his gaze downwards when one of Ares's hounds came sniffing around his boot, but did not flick the creature away.
Instead, the God of Lost Souls focused briefly on pockets of conversation, hearing Poseidon argue with Dionysios, and Hera filed in with her husband to take the seat at the pinnacle of the little congregation of thrones in the main hall of her temple. Momentarily the dark god focused on the inane chatter between Athena and Ares, but rolled his eyes at the regular banter they both got into before he just picked up one of the chalices of wine being offered by the servants that served Hera's domain.
Unlike the rest of those he had to call his family, Hades wasn't tempted much by the naked dryads and nymphs. Sure, his obsidian gaze would wander to appreciate their form, but it took far more then a pretty face to have Hades want to tempt a woman into his bed. Besides, he had little time to waste with bedroom antics. It wasn't that he was chaste, Hades was simply far pickier then anyone in Olympus when it came to who he bedded.
Heaving an internal sigh of relief when the doors finally closed as his sister raised to address everyone, he lazily glanced at the regal figure of the Queen of Gods - Hera had much power over everyone, but Hades was one of the few who fell out of the realm of power, being one of the three King's within Olympus, even if his realm wasn't the one he was in right now. Did he really care what was to happen to Athenia? Not entirely. He already claimed his boon from the kingdom when Thanatos delivered their King to his realm, and even now as they spoke, the soul of King Minas sat at his Judgement Table at work.
Still, if Zeus and Hera wanted them to pay attention to it, Hades couldn't say no, sadly.
"Overconfidence precedes carlessness." he murmured when Apollo's bravado was made clear in his words. More then once, he's seen his nephew and nieces charge forth into stupid situations simply due to the fact that they failed to consider all avenues of action. Save for Athena and Artemis, he doubted anyone else in Olympus actually slowed down to think of the consequences of their actions - in fact, many of the present God's were a result of the lack of consideration for what would happen. It wasn't that Hades wasn't glad there was a war - it always led to an influx of population within his realm. But neither did the old God of the Underworld wish for the Greek forces to end up without a victory.
As such, his gaze turned to Ares and Athena, raising a brow as he asked. "I'm assuming your men and women are ready for the war? I would hate to see us on the losing end."
“Your warrior will win only if helped by me,” he smirked but quieted immediately as the gods surrounding the two of them abruptly cut off conversations. His gaze swept up the table to the tall, elegant figure of his mother. As beautiful as she’d ever been and just as off putting, he swung his eyes away, preferring to pick up his wine instead. Catching Hermes’s eye, he made an exaggerated eye roll when Hera launched into her speech. Ares was the product of the union between Hera and Zeus and it showed. While his parents might have loved him and he them, there was no actual like there. All three preferred to stay out of each other’s presences if they could possibly help it. That sometimes made family dinners awkward. Of course, it was difficult to respect a god like Zeus and an irrational, jealous hag like Hera, no matter how powerful they might be. There was a reason Ares preferred to spend quite a bit of time with mortal women. They were so much more worshipful than his family. He liked to be cooed and revered as much as the next god and if he couldn’t get that on Olympus? He’d look elsewhere.
Finally rolling his attention back to the head of the table, Ares simply listened, chin on his thumb, mouth half obscured by his curved middle finger, while his forefinger cut a line up his cheek. A dark eyebrow arched as the thought occurred to him that Hera was honestly trying to tell him and Athena that they needed to be prepared. As if they weren’t already handling it. Wow. Like he didn’t live for this every single day of his life. Ares honestly had pity parties for himself a week after battles were completed and the excitement of victory was gone. He didn’t care if Athena thought it was childish or if it might be mildly insulting to his uncle to burn a sacrifice in mourning for a well fought war he’d never have again, like the war was a living thing that had died.
“Who cares about Athenia? It’s all political pointlessness at this point. Inform me when they’re done sleeping. We’ve already got our eyes on Egypt,” Ares said flatly, making a motion between himself and Athena as though to indicate that the two of them had been up well past midnight on many occasions, pouring over the mortal realm to scope out the best tactics. Athena might have been doing that; Ares didn’t care what she got up to. But he most certainly had been keeping watch on the warriors of Greece and a king in particular. It wasn’t like he was resting on his laurels and he was a little insulted for his fun-zapping sister that she’d be roundabout accused of not doing her job either. Winking at Athena in a rare gesture of solidarity, Ares turned his attention back to the table at large.
“Overconfidence precedes carlessness.” Hades said and Ares shook his head.
“It’s not overconfidence. He’s right. Egyptians are right next to dogs in intelligence.” One of his hounds lifted its head and he felt a wet nose press against his calf. “No offense,” he said to whichever of his dogs was the one who didn’t like that comparison.
“I'm assuming your men and women are ready for the war? I would hate to see us on the losing end.” Hades checked and it was here Ares felt his composure slipping.
“The ones who have sacrificed will be blessed with my divine glory, yes,” he said with an impatient wave. He wasn’t going to waste time on the ones who were imprudent. They could die for the cause, for all he cared.
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“Your warrior will win only if helped by me,” he smirked but quieted immediately as the gods surrounding the two of them abruptly cut off conversations. His gaze swept up the table to the tall, elegant figure of his mother. As beautiful as she’d ever been and just as off putting, he swung his eyes away, preferring to pick up his wine instead. Catching Hermes’s eye, he made an exaggerated eye roll when Hera launched into her speech. Ares was the product of the union between Hera and Zeus and it showed. While his parents might have loved him and he them, there was no actual like there. All three preferred to stay out of each other’s presences if they could possibly help it. That sometimes made family dinners awkward. Of course, it was difficult to respect a god like Zeus and an irrational, jealous hag like Hera, no matter how powerful they might be. There was a reason Ares preferred to spend quite a bit of time with mortal women. They were so much more worshipful than his family. He liked to be cooed and revered as much as the next god and if he couldn’t get that on Olympus? He’d look elsewhere.
Finally rolling his attention back to the head of the table, Ares simply listened, chin on his thumb, mouth half obscured by his curved middle finger, while his forefinger cut a line up his cheek. A dark eyebrow arched as the thought occurred to him that Hera was honestly trying to tell him and Athena that they needed to be prepared. As if they weren’t already handling it. Wow. Like he didn’t live for this every single day of his life. Ares honestly had pity parties for himself a week after battles were completed and the excitement of victory was gone. He didn’t care if Athena thought it was childish or if it might be mildly insulting to his uncle to burn a sacrifice in mourning for a well fought war he’d never have again, like the war was a living thing that had died.
“Who cares about Athenia? It’s all political pointlessness at this point. Inform me when they’re done sleeping. We’ve already got our eyes on Egypt,” Ares said flatly, making a motion between himself and Athena as though to indicate that the two of them had been up well past midnight on many occasions, pouring over the mortal realm to scope out the best tactics. Athena might have been doing that; Ares didn’t care what she got up to. But he most certainly had been keeping watch on the warriors of Greece and a king in particular. It wasn’t like he was resting on his laurels and he was a little insulted for his fun-zapping sister that she’d be roundabout accused of not doing her job either. Winking at Athena in a rare gesture of solidarity, Ares turned his attention back to the table at large.
“Overconfidence precedes carlessness.” Hades said and Ares shook his head.
“It’s not overconfidence. He’s right. Egyptians are right next to dogs in intelligence.” One of his hounds lifted its head and he felt a wet nose press against his calf. “No offense,” he said to whichever of his dogs was the one who didn’t like that comparison.
“I'm assuming your men and women are ready for the war? I would hate to see us on the losing end.” Hades checked and it was here Ares felt his composure slipping.
“The ones who have sacrificed will be blessed with my divine glory, yes,” he said with an impatient wave. He wasn’t going to waste time on the ones who were imprudent. They could die for the cause, for all he cared.
“Your warrior will win only if helped by me,” he smirked but quieted immediately as the gods surrounding the two of them abruptly cut off conversations. His gaze swept up the table to the tall, elegant figure of his mother. As beautiful as she’d ever been and just as off putting, he swung his eyes away, preferring to pick up his wine instead. Catching Hermes’s eye, he made an exaggerated eye roll when Hera launched into her speech. Ares was the product of the union between Hera and Zeus and it showed. While his parents might have loved him and he them, there was no actual like there. All three preferred to stay out of each other’s presences if they could possibly help it. That sometimes made family dinners awkward. Of course, it was difficult to respect a god like Zeus and an irrational, jealous hag like Hera, no matter how powerful they might be. There was a reason Ares preferred to spend quite a bit of time with mortal women. They were so much more worshipful than his family. He liked to be cooed and revered as much as the next god and if he couldn’t get that on Olympus? He’d look elsewhere.
Finally rolling his attention back to the head of the table, Ares simply listened, chin on his thumb, mouth half obscured by his curved middle finger, while his forefinger cut a line up his cheek. A dark eyebrow arched as the thought occurred to him that Hera was honestly trying to tell him and Athena that they needed to be prepared. As if they weren’t already handling it. Wow. Like he didn’t live for this every single day of his life. Ares honestly had pity parties for himself a week after battles were completed and the excitement of victory was gone. He didn’t care if Athena thought it was childish or if it might be mildly insulting to his uncle to burn a sacrifice in mourning for a well fought war he’d never have again, like the war was a living thing that had died.
“Who cares about Athenia? It’s all political pointlessness at this point. Inform me when they’re done sleeping. We’ve already got our eyes on Egypt,” Ares said flatly, making a motion between himself and Athena as though to indicate that the two of them had been up well past midnight on many occasions, pouring over the mortal realm to scope out the best tactics. Athena might have been doing that; Ares didn’t care what she got up to. But he most certainly had been keeping watch on the warriors of Greece and a king in particular. It wasn’t like he was resting on his laurels and he was a little insulted for his fun-zapping sister that she’d be roundabout accused of not doing her job either. Winking at Athena in a rare gesture of solidarity, Ares turned his attention back to the table at large.
“Overconfidence precedes carlessness.” Hades said and Ares shook his head.
“It’s not overconfidence. He’s right. Egyptians are right next to dogs in intelligence.” One of his hounds lifted its head and he felt a wet nose press against his calf. “No offense,” he said to whichever of his dogs was the one who didn’t like that comparison.
“I'm assuming your men and women are ready for the war? I would hate to see us on the losing end.” Hades checked and it was here Ares felt his composure slipping.
“The ones who have sacrificed will be blessed with my divine glory, yes,” he said with an impatient wave. He wasn’t going to waste time on the ones who were imprudent. They could die for the cause, for all he cared.
What was it about Ares that he couldn’t just leave things at a conclusion? No, he always had to get another dig in. He wanted a competition between their warriors, well that was only normal in the course of war. The competition would only drive both of them to make sure that they were paying attention to what was going on in the war, and make sure that their side was doing as well as possible. It was the last little dig at her that irritated her, especially because it made little sense as a brag. “And I expect that my warriors will also be helping yours.” She responded coldly. “Because that’s what people do when they’re on the same side of a war.” But at that moment the meeting had begun, her response lost in Hera’s greeting and explanation of why she had brought them to this meeting
Athena was not quick to speak, she allowed those more impulsive gods to speak first. That way she could see what their thoughts on the matter were before she crafted her own arguments. The implication that she and Ares might not have been doing their job in preparing for this war was an insult. And she met Ares’s eye with a bit of a smirk prepared to destroy any doubts that they were well prepared with her arguments.
“While I agree that overconfidence can set us up for failure, I do not think that it’s overconfidence when we are adequately prepared. Nor should we underestimate the enemy.” She added pointedly to counter Ares’s argument that the Egyptians weren’t intelligent. Not that they were intelligent, but when you got enough humans together, sometimes what they could come up with as a group was surprising. “I have been preparing for this war since the last war with the Egyptians. It was clear then that the terms of peace would not last, and the Egyptians would merely look for any excuse to renew hostilities and invade the Greek lands. I used that time to make sure we were better prepared this time.”
It was then that she turned to the argument that she had hoped to raise at this meeting. The issue of the problem within Athenia.“While the war with Egypt is clearly of a greater priority than the conflict in Athenia, To speak as if they are two separate problems is clearly folly.” The others had been so dismissive of Athenia being a problem, but she saw how these two disputes affected each other and if they allowed instability to creep in on the homefront they were only setting themselves up for failure.
“The problems of Athenia have already affected the Greek war effort. Instead of dedicating themselves fully to defeating the Egyptians, they have merely provided ships and left the other kingdoms to face the brunt of the Egyptian attack. Clearly the current leadership lacks the courage to do what is necessary in the face of this threat to Greece.” Elias had proven only to be disastrous to her people in Athenia. Perhaps his cowardice might be enough to convince others such as Ares and Zeus that he was not a fit leader, and needed to be opposed if they wanted to strengthen their position at home and allow them to win the war with Egypt.
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What was it about Ares that he couldn’t just leave things at a conclusion? No, he always had to get another dig in. He wanted a competition between their warriors, well that was only normal in the course of war. The competition would only drive both of them to make sure that they were paying attention to what was going on in the war, and make sure that their side was doing as well as possible. It was the last little dig at her that irritated her, especially because it made little sense as a brag. “And I expect that my warriors will also be helping yours.” She responded coldly. “Because that’s what people do when they’re on the same side of a war.” But at that moment the meeting had begun, her response lost in Hera’s greeting and explanation of why she had brought them to this meeting
Athena was not quick to speak, she allowed those more impulsive gods to speak first. That way she could see what their thoughts on the matter were before she crafted her own arguments. The implication that she and Ares might not have been doing their job in preparing for this war was an insult. And she met Ares’s eye with a bit of a smirk prepared to destroy any doubts that they were well prepared with her arguments.
“While I agree that overconfidence can set us up for failure, I do not think that it’s overconfidence when we are adequately prepared. Nor should we underestimate the enemy.” She added pointedly to counter Ares’s argument that the Egyptians weren’t intelligent. Not that they were intelligent, but when you got enough humans together, sometimes what they could come up with as a group was surprising. “I have been preparing for this war since the last war with the Egyptians. It was clear then that the terms of peace would not last, and the Egyptians would merely look for any excuse to renew hostilities and invade the Greek lands. I used that time to make sure we were better prepared this time.”
It was then that she turned to the argument that she had hoped to raise at this meeting. The issue of the problem within Athenia.“While the war with Egypt is clearly of a greater priority than the conflict in Athenia, To speak as if they are two separate problems is clearly folly.” The others had been so dismissive of Athenia being a problem, but she saw how these two disputes affected each other and if they allowed instability to creep in on the homefront they were only setting themselves up for failure.
“The problems of Athenia have already affected the Greek war effort. Instead of dedicating themselves fully to defeating the Egyptians, they have merely provided ships and left the other kingdoms to face the brunt of the Egyptian attack. Clearly the current leadership lacks the courage to do what is necessary in the face of this threat to Greece.” Elias had proven only to be disastrous to her people in Athenia. Perhaps his cowardice might be enough to convince others such as Ares and Zeus that he was not a fit leader, and needed to be opposed if they wanted to strengthen their position at home and allow them to win the war with Egypt.
What was it about Ares that he couldn’t just leave things at a conclusion? No, he always had to get another dig in. He wanted a competition between their warriors, well that was only normal in the course of war. The competition would only drive both of them to make sure that they were paying attention to what was going on in the war, and make sure that their side was doing as well as possible. It was the last little dig at her that irritated her, especially because it made little sense as a brag. “And I expect that my warriors will also be helping yours.” She responded coldly. “Because that’s what people do when they’re on the same side of a war.” But at that moment the meeting had begun, her response lost in Hera’s greeting and explanation of why she had brought them to this meeting
Athena was not quick to speak, she allowed those more impulsive gods to speak first. That way she could see what their thoughts on the matter were before she crafted her own arguments. The implication that she and Ares might not have been doing their job in preparing for this war was an insult. And she met Ares’s eye with a bit of a smirk prepared to destroy any doubts that they were well prepared with her arguments.
“While I agree that overconfidence can set us up for failure, I do not think that it’s overconfidence when we are adequately prepared. Nor should we underestimate the enemy.” She added pointedly to counter Ares’s argument that the Egyptians weren’t intelligent. Not that they were intelligent, but when you got enough humans together, sometimes what they could come up with as a group was surprising. “I have been preparing for this war since the last war with the Egyptians. It was clear then that the terms of peace would not last, and the Egyptians would merely look for any excuse to renew hostilities and invade the Greek lands. I used that time to make sure we were better prepared this time.”
It was then that she turned to the argument that she had hoped to raise at this meeting. The issue of the problem within Athenia.“While the war with Egypt is clearly of a greater priority than the conflict in Athenia, To speak as if they are two separate problems is clearly folly.” The others had been so dismissive of Athenia being a problem, but she saw how these two disputes affected each other and if they allowed instability to creep in on the homefront they were only setting themselves up for failure.
“The problems of Athenia have already affected the Greek war effort. Instead of dedicating themselves fully to defeating the Egyptians, they have merely provided ships and left the other kingdoms to face the brunt of the Egyptian attack. Clearly the current leadership lacks the courage to do what is necessary in the face of this threat to Greece.” Elias had proven only to be disastrous to her people in Athenia. Perhaps his cowardice might be enough to convince others such as Ares and Zeus that he was not a fit leader, and needed to be opposed if they wanted to strengthen their position at home and allow them to win the war with Egypt.
Even though no one had said as much yet, Apollo just knew that somehow this whole Athenia debacle would be pinned back onto him. Somehow it seemed to be that just because the young god had granted one blessing, Elias was now his champion or something. The God of Light didn’t give a flying satyr’s ass about what Elias did. He was not the Stravos’s keeper. Nor would Apollo go as far as to defend him. At least he would not while the heir decided that Hades was a better god to throw his lot in with than Apollo was. Leave that kid to the vultures for all he cared. It was the least that he deserved for failing to properly worship the god that had thought him fit enough to bestow a blessing upon.
However, he could just tell from the passionate way that his half-sister spoke that Apollo would not be lucky enough to simply denounce the boy and find his way off of the hook. Or at least he wasn’t as long as Athena kept trying to make this sort of conflict the main issue that the Olympians would need to address. He hate to be the one to break it to her, but quite frankly Athenia was not more important than the other kingdom’s conflict with Egypt. If she was really as smart as she claimed to be with this Goddess of Wisdom nonsense, she would be able to see that the shared plight of two kingdoms was greater than the mess that was one.
Not that he was dumb enough to say any of this out loud, of course. Apollo was more than well-aware that he said anything against Athena, the whole room would be against him. Then the brat would really be his problem to sort out. This was something that Apollo did not want to do as he quite frankly could not stress it enough. He did not care that much about Elias or at least he did not in the ways that the other Olympians did about their precious blessed ones. Apollo had given Elias his gift as a way to shove it in Athena’s face that her precious kingdom’s future king would carry his mark and not hers. After all, if he really was as invested in the success of Elias, wouldn’t he have given the Stravos something a bit more useful than beauty? How on earth could these other Olympians not see that he did not think the same way about Elias as they did for those who carried their blessings?
Or at least this is what Apollo had been telling himself in recent weeks as a weird sort of coping mechanism for dealing with the fact that everything was quickly going to shit. In the wake of the entire world turning their back on Elias and then Elias turning his back on Apollo, the Sun God had felt that he had no choice, but to do what he did best in rough situations like this. Run away. Brush the problem aside until he couldn’t anymore. Apollo could be stupid in his bravado, but when he was forced to stand alone against everyone else, he would back down. It just wasn’t worth the fight.
However, this wasn’t something that he could run away from. He could already tell that the other gods were unlikely to accept anything other than Apollo taking the blame for Elias. Oh, how he wished he could just smite the little fool where he stood and forget this whole disastrous business. But that wasn’t an option. Apollo’s only hope was ensuring that the other gods did not focus on Athena’s insight that the leadership in Athenia would go mostly ignored for the moment.
Brushing completely over what she said, Apollo was quick to chime in and respond to his half-sister’s previous statement instead. “Well then, we have to ensure that this time that the Egyptians cannot strike back. They will have to be crippled enough that they will not be able to rise up again. I’m sure that some of us here at the table will have an idea or two on how to accomplish this…” The God of Light said as he pointedly looked at Ares. Apollo might be a bit of an emotional idiot at the best of times, but even he had his few moments of bright brilliance. He had seen how the two war gods had been going at it earlier. With a little luck, the god who was known for his savagery would suggest some sort of plan that the collected Athena would be opposed to. That would hopefully cause a rift between the two of them and they would get into an argument that would further delay the conversations about Athenia. Though that depended on the god’s actually doing that sort of thing and you could just never know with deities like the ones gathered around this table.
So, in the chance that this distraction would not work, Apollo through another line of thought onto the table in the hopes of having all the Olympians speak for a moment and further delay the inevitable conversation that Apollo so desperately wanted to avoid. “Plans will probably not be enough to crush the sand rats beneath our heels though. What have we all done to aid the Greeks in their course to victory? Perhaps there are some methods of aid that we had not considered?” Apollo asked with one eyebrow raised, clearly inviting the other gods to list whatever they have done to aid in the military effort or likewise could do. He, of course, was the first to contribute if for no reason greater than his simple desire to get this spotlight off of himself. “I’m no warrior, but I have inspired many physicians to take up the call to arms. Hopefully, they will keep our vessels free from disease as they traverse Poseidon’s waters.” There was precious little that the gods could do without directly influencing the mortals, but hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy everyone for now.
With that, Apollo turned his head to Hades, thinking that he would be next to speak based on how the previous round of conversation had gone. Although these were certainly clever attempts to steer the conversation in his favor, Apollo was no Athena. There was certainly more than a chance that one of the other gods would call his bluff and directly call on Apollo to speak about Elias and there was nothing that Apollo could do to stop that than silently hope that this would not be the case.
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Even though no one had said as much yet, Apollo just knew that somehow this whole Athenia debacle would be pinned back onto him. Somehow it seemed to be that just because the young god had granted one blessing, Elias was now his champion or something. The God of Light didn’t give a flying satyr’s ass about what Elias did. He was not the Stravos’s keeper. Nor would Apollo go as far as to defend him. At least he would not while the heir decided that Hades was a better god to throw his lot in with than Apollo was. Leave that kid to the vultures for all he cared. It was the least that he deserved for failing to properly worship the god that had thought him fit enough to bestow a blessing upon.
However, he could just tell from the passionate way that his half-sister spoke that Apollo would not be lucky enough to simply denounce the boy and find his way off of the hook. Or at least he wasn’t as long as Athena kept trying to make this sort of conflict the main issue that the Olympians would need to address. He hate to be the one to break it to her, but quite frankly Athenia was not more important than the other kingdom’s conflict with Egypt. If she was really as smart as she claimed to be with this Goddess of Wisdom nonsense, she would be able to see that the shared plight of two kingdoms was greater than the mess that was one.
Not that he was dumb enough to say any of this out loud, of course. Apollo was more than well-aware that he said anything against Athena, the whole room would be against him. Then the brat would really be his problem to sort out. This was something that Apollo did not want to do as he quite frankly could not stress it enough. He did not care that much about Elias or at least he did not in the ways that the other Olympians did about their precious blessed ones. Apollo had given Elias his gift as a way to shove it in Athena’s face that her precious kingdom’s future king would carry his mark and not hers. After all, if he really was as invested in the success of Elias, wouldn’t he have given the Stravos something a bit more useful than beauty? How on earth could these other Olympians not see that he did not think the same way about Elias as they did for those who carried their blessings?
Or at least this is what Apollo had been telling himself in recent weeks as a weird sort of coping mechanism for dealing with the fact that everything was quickly going to shit. In the wake of the entire world turning their back on Elias and then Elias turning his back on Apollo, the Sun God had felt that he had no choice, but to do what he did best in rough situations like this. Run away. Brush the problem aside until he couldn’t anymore. Apollo could be stupid in his bravado, but when he was forced to stand alone against everyone else, he would back down. It just wasn’t worth the fight.
However, this wasn’t something that he could run away from. He could already tell that the other gods were unlikely to accept anything other than Apollo taking the blame for Elias. Oh, how he wished he could just smite the little fool where he stood and forget this whole disastrous business. But that wasn’t an option. Apollo’s only hope was ensuring that the other gods did not focus on Athena’s insight that the leadership in Athenia would go mostly ignored for the moment.
Brushing completely over what she said, Apollo was quick to chime in and respond to his half-sister’s previous statement instead. “Well then, we have to ensure that this time that the Egyptians cannot strike back. They will have to be crippled enough that they will not be able to rise up again. I’m sure that some of us here at the table will have an idea or two on how to accomplish this…” The God of Light said as he pointedly looked at Ares. Apollo might be a bit of an emotional idiot at the best of times, but even he had his few moments of bright brilliance. He had seen how the two war gods had been going at it earlier. With a little luck, the god who was known for his savagery would suggest some sort of plan that the collected Athena would be opposed to. That would hopefully cause a rift between the two of them and they would get into an argument that would further delay the conversations about Athenia. Though that depended on the god’s actually doing that sort of thing and you could just never know with deities like the ones gathered around this table.
So, in the chance that this distraction would not work, Apollo through another line of thought onto the table in the hopes of having all the Olympians speak for a moment and further delay the inevitable conversation that Apollo so desperately wanted to avoid. “Plans will probably not be enough to crush the sand rats beneath our heels though. What have we all done to aid the Greeks in their course to victory? Perhaps there are some methods of aid that we had not considered?” Apollo asked with one eyebrow raised, clearly inviting the other gods to list whatever they have done to aid in the military effort or likewise could do. He, of course, was the first to contribute if for no reason greater than his simple desire to get this spotlight off of himself. “I’m no warrior, but I have inspired many physicians to take up the call to arms. Hopefully, they will keep our vessels free from disease as they traverse Poseidon’s waters.” There was precious little that the gods could do without directly influencing the mortals, but hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy everyone for now.
With that, Apollo turned his head to Hades, thinking that he would be next to speak based on how the previous round of conversation had gone. Although these were certainly clever attempts to steer the conversation in his favor, Apollo was no Athena. There was certainly more than a chance that one of the other gods would call his bluff and directly call on Apollo to speak about Elias and there was nothing that Apollo could do to stop that than silently hope that this would not be the case.
Even though no one had said as much yet, Apollo just knew that somehow this whole Athenia debacle would be pinned back onto him. Somehow it seemed to be that just because the young god had granted one blessing, Elias was now his champion or something. The God of Light didn’t give a flying satyr’s ass about what Elias did. He was not the Stravos’s keeper. Nor would Apollo go as far as to defend him. At least he would not while the heir decided that Hades was a better god to throw his lot in with than Apollo was. Leave that kid to the vultures for all he cared. It was the least that he deserved for failing to properly worship the god that had thought him fit enough to bestow a blessing upon.
However, he could just tell from the passionate way that his half-sister spoke that Apollo would not be lucky enough to simply denounce the boy and find his way off of the hook. Or at least he wasn’t as long as Athena kept trying to make this sort of conflict the main issue that the Olympians would need to address. He hate to be the one to break it to her, but quite frankly Athenia was not more important than the other kingdom’s conflict with Egypt. If she was really as smart as she claimed to be with this Goddess of Wisdom nonsense, she would be able to see that the shared plight of two kingdoms was greater than the mess that was one.
Not that he was dumb enough to say any of this out loud, of course. Apollo was more than well-aware that he said anything against Athena, the whole room would be against him. Then the brat would really be his problem to sort out. This was something that Apollo did not want to do as he quite frankly could not stress it enough. He did not care that much about Elias or at least he did not in the ways that the other Olympians did about their precious blessed ones. Apollo had given Elias his gift as a way to shove it in Athena’s face that her precious kingdom’s future king would carry his mark and not hers. After all, if he really was as invested in the success of Elias, wouldn’t he have given the Stravos something a bit more useful than beauty? How on earth could these other Olympians not see that he did not think the same way about Elias as they did for those who carried their blessings?
Or at least this is what Apollo had been telling himself in recent weeks as a weird sort of coping mechanism for dealing with the fact that everything was quickly going to shit. In the wake of the entire world turning their back on Elias and then Elias turning his back on Apollo, the Sun God had felt that he had no choice, but to do what he did best in rough situations like this. Run away. Brush the problem aside until he couldn’t anymore. Apollo could be stupid in his bravado, but when he was forced to stand alone against everyone else, he would back down. It just wasn’t worth the fight.
However, this wasn’t something that he could run away from. He could already tell that the other gods were unlikely to accept anything other than Apollo taking the blame for Elias. Oh, how he wished he could just smite the little fool where he stood and forget this whole disastrous business. But that wasn’t an option. Apollo’s only hope was ensuring that the other gods did not focus on Athena’s insight that the leadership in Athenia would go mostly ignored for the moment.
Brushing completely over what she said, Apollo was quick to chime in and respond to his half-sister’s previous statement instead. “Well then, we have to ensure that this time that the Egyptians cannot strike back. They will have to be crippled enough that they will not be able to rise up again. I’m sure that some of us here at the table will have an idea or two on how to accomplish this…” The God of Light said as he pointedly looked at Ares. Apollo might be a bit of an emotional idiot at the best of times, but even he had his few moments of bright brilliance. He had seen how the two war gods had been going at it earlier. With a little luck, the god who was known for his savagery would suggest some sort of plan that the collected Athena would be opposed to. That would hopefully cause a rift between the two of them and they would get into an argument that would further delay the conversations about Athenia. Though that depended on the god’s actually doing that sort of thing and you could just never know with deities like the ones gathered around this table.
So, in the chance that this distraction would not work, Apollo through another line of thought onto the table in the hopes of having all the Olympians speak for a moment and further delay the inevitable conversation that Apollo so desperately wanted to avoid. “Plans will probably not be enough to crush the sand rats beneath our heels though. What have we all done to aid the Greeks in their course to victory? Perhaps there are some methods of aid that we had not considered?” Apollo asked with one eyebrow raised, clearly inviting the other gods to list whatever they have done to aid in the military effort or likewise could do. He, of course, was the first to contribute if for no reason greater than his simple desire to get this spotlight off of himself. “I’m no warrior, but I have inspired many physicians to take up the call to arms. Hopefully, they will keep our vessels free from disease as they traverse Poseidon’s waters.” There was precious little that the gods could do without directly influencing the mortals, but hopefully, this would be enough to satisfy everyone for now.
With that, Apollo turned his head to Hades, thinking that he would be next to speak based on how the previous round of conversation had gone. Although these were certainly clever attempts to steer the conversation in his favor, Apollo was no Athena. There was certainly more than a chance that one of the other gods would call his bluff and directly call on Apollo to speak about Elias and there was nothing that Apollo could do to stop that than silently hope that this would not be the case.
He’d turned his attention to the meat on his plate and ended up selecting a leg of lamb. The bone poked out of the end which was how he was holding it. While Athena spoke, he tore meat off the haunch in huge, loud, wet bites, staring at her in a half lidded ‘uh huh’ way. “And I expect that my warriors will also be helping yours,” she was saying. “Because that’s what people do when they’re on the same side of a war.” Ares kept right on watching her, sucking loudly on the leftover juices still on the bone.
“Sure,” he said but turned his attention when Athena did to Hera. As could be predicted, his mother’s speech was long and boring while also being inflammatory. He and his sister shared a rare moment of being of the same mind when they caught one another’s eye. Ares lounged back in his seat, listening to Athena prattle on in a well thought out defense of the two of them. That lasted approximately two seconds, when Athena asserted that it would be stupid to underestimate the Egyptians.
Ares shot her a scathing frown. “I have been preparing for this war since the last war with the Egyptians-” Athena’s words had him muttering, “You’d need that long,” and looking around the table to catch someone else’s eye to share in the joke.
“While the war with Egypt is clearly of a greater priority than the conflict in Athenia, To speak as if they are two separate problems is clearly folly.”
“Oh who caaaaaaaaaaaaaares,” Ares complained, rolling not only his eyes but his head as well and spreading out arms and legs, making himself huge and sprawling and in her way. “Just smite one.”
“The problems of Athenia have already affected the Greek war effort-” Athena went smoothly on, which prompted Ares to summon a puppet to his hand and make its mouth move while she spoke. ”... Clearly the current leadership lacks the courage to do what is necessary in the face of this threat to Greece.” she finished and Ares sighed, making the hand puppet vanish. Apollo took the length of silence to put his oar in and Ares gave him just as dry and dead a look as he’d given Athena earlier.
“Well then, we have to ensure that this time that the Egyptians cannot strike back. They will have to be crippled enough that they will not be able to rise up again. I’m sure that some of us here at the table will have an idea or two on how to accomplish this…”
“Nothing that involves you,” Ares’s tone was a savage snarl.
“Plans will probably not be enough to crush the sand rats beneath our heels though. What have we all done to aid the Greeks in their course to victory? Perhaps there are some methods of aid that we had not considered?” Apollo’s continued, dogged determination had Ares sighing and leaning back in his chair again. He put his hand under the table to pet Panic’s head and stared off into the cloudy beyond, not really attending to the conversation. He was not going to be bossed around and checked on by some boy fucker like Apollo.
“I’m no warrior, but-”
Ares snorted thunderously loud.
”-but I have inspired many physicians to take up the call to arms. Hopefully, they will keep our vessels free from disease as they traverse Poseidon’s waters.”
“Yes, and they’ll show up after the fun is over,” Ares glared at Apollo and gestured to him, but spoke to Zeus now. “Why is he here? Why is he talking?” Not giving his father a chance to answer that, he turned back to Apollo. “Look here, brat. We-” he jammed his thumb in Athena’s direction. “Don’t need your little check up list thing. We’ve got it. She’s got the plans, I’ve got the ability. It’s fine.”
Ha. Showed him. Now where were the sugar figs? He was sure he’d seen some...
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He’d turned his attention to the meat on his plate and ended up selecting a leg of lamb. The bone poked out of the end which was how he was holding it. While Athena spoke, he tore meat off the haunch in huge, loud, wet bites, staring at her in a half lidded ‘uh huh’ way. “And I expect that my warriors will also be helping yours,” she was saying. “Because that’s what people do when they’re on the same side of a war.” Ares kept right on watching her, sucking loudly on the leftover juices still on the bone.
“Sure,” he said but turned his attention when Athena did to Hera. As could be predicted, his mother’s speech was long and boring while also being inflammatory. He and his sister shared a rare moment of being of the same mind when they caught one another’s eye. Ares lounged back in his seat, listening to Athena prattle on in a well thought out defense of the two of them. That lasted approximately two seconds, when Athena asserted that it would be stupid to underestimate the Egyptians.
Ares shot her a scathing frown. “I have been preparing for this war since the last war with the Egyptians-” Athena’s words had him muttering, “You’d need that long,” and looking around the table to catch someone else’s eye to share in the joke.
“While the war with Egypt is clearly of a greater priority than the conflict in Athenia, To speak as if they are two separate problems is clearly folly.”
“Oh who caaaaaaaaaaaaaares,” Ares complained, rolling not only his eyes but his head as well and spreading out arms and legs, making himself huge and sprawling and in her way. “Just smite one.”
“The problems of Athenia have already affected the Greek war effort-” Athena went smoothly on, which prompted Ares to summon a puppet to his hand and make its mouth move while she spoke. ”... Clearly the current leadership lacks the courage to do what is necessary in the face of this threat to Greece.” she finished and Ares sighed, making the hand puppet vanish. Apollo took the length of silence to put his oar in and Ares gave him just as dry and dead a look as he’d given Athena earlier.
“Well then, we have to ensure that this time that the Egyptians cannot strike back. They will have to be crippled enough that they will not be able to rise up again. I’m sure that some of us here at the table will have an idea or two on how to accomplish this…”
“Nothing that involves you,” Ares’s tone was a savage snarl.
“Plans will probably not be enough to crush the sand rats beneath our heels though. What have we all done to aid the Greeks in their course to victory? Perhaps there are some methods of aid that we had not considered?” Apollo’s continued, dogged determination had Ares sighing and leaning back in his chair again. He put his hand under the table to pet Panic’s head and stared off into the cloudy beyond, not really attending to the conversation. He was not going to be bossed around and checked on by some boy fucker like Apollo.
“I’m no warrior, but-”
Ares snorted thunderously loud.
”-but I have inspired many physicians to take up the call to arms. Hopefully, they will keep our vessels free from disease as they traverse Poseidon’s waters.”
“Yes, and they’ll show up after the fun is over,” Ares glared at Apollo and gestured to him, but spoke to Zeus now. “Why is he here? Why is he talking?” Not giving his father a chance to answer that, he turned back to Apollo. “Look here, brat. We-” he jammed his thumb in Athena’s direction. “Don’t need your little check up list thing. We’ve got it. She’s got the plans, I’ve got the ability. It’s fine.”
Ha. Showed him. Now where were the sugar figs? He was sure he’d seen some...
He’d turned his attention to the meat on his plate and ended up selecting a leg of lamb. The bone poked out of the end which was how he was holding it. While Athena spoke, he tore meat off the haunch in huge, loud, wet bites, staring at her in a half lidded ‘uh huh’ way. “And I expect that my warriors will also be helping yours,” she was saying. “Because that’s what people do when they’re on the same side of a war.” Ares kept right on watching her, sucking loudly on the leftover juices still on the bone.
“Sure,” he said but turned his attention when Athena did to Hera. As could be predicted, his mother’s speech was long and boring while also being inflammatory. He and his sister shared a rare moment of being of the same mind when they caught one another’s eye. Ares lounged back in his seat, listening to Athena prattle on in a well thought out defense of the two of them. That lasted approximately two seconds, when Athena asserted that it would be stupid to underestimate the Egyptians.
Ares shot her a scathing frown. “I have been preparing for this war since the last war with the Egyptians-” Athena’s words had him muttering, “You’d need that long,” and looking around the table to catch someone else’s eye to share in the joke.
“While the war with Egypt is clearly of a greater priority than the conflict in Athenia, To speak as if they are two separate problems is clearly folly.”
“Oh who caaaaaaaaaaaaaares,” Ares complained, rolling not only his eyes but his head as well and spreading out arms and legs, making himself huge and sprawling and in her way. “Just smite one.”
“The problems of Athenia have already affected the Greek war effort-” Athena went smoothly on, which prompted Ares to summon a puppet to his hand and make its mouth move while she spoke. ”... Clearly the current leadership lacks the courage to do what is necessary in the face of this threat to Greece.” she finished and Ares sighed, making the hand puppet vanish. Apollo took the length of silence to put his oar in and Ares gave him just as dry and dead a look as he’d given Athena earlier.
“Well then, we have to ensure that this time that the Egyptians cannot strike back. They will have to be crippled enough that they will not be able to rise up again. I’m sure that some of us here at the table will have an idea or two on how to accomplish this…”
“Nothing that involves you,” Ares’s tone was a savage snarl.
“Plans will probably not be enough to crush the sand rats beneath our heels though. What have we all done to aid the Greeks in their course to victory? Perhaps there are some methods of aid that we had not considered?” Apollo’s continued, dogged determination had Ares sighing and leaning back in his chair again. He put his hand under the table to pet Panic’s head and stared off into the cloudy beyond, not really attending to the conversation. He was not going to be bossed around and checked on by some boy fucker like Apollo.
“I’m no warrior, but-”
Ares snorted thunderously loud.
”-but I have inspired many physicians to take up the call to arms. Hopefully, they will keep our vessels free from disease as they traverse Poseidon’s waters.”
“Yes, and they’ll show up after the fun is over,” Ares glared at Apollo and gestured to him, but spoke to Zeus now. “Why is he here? Why is he talking?” Not giving his father a chance to answer that, he turned back to Apollo. “Look here, brat. We-” he jammed his thumb in Athena’s direction. “Don’t need your little check up list thing. We’ve got it. She’s got the plans, I’ve got the ability. It’s fine.”
Ha. Showed him. Now where were the sugar figs? He was sure he’d seen some...
His nephew was brash as always, but by this point, Hades couldn't say he was surprised. He'd be more surprised if Ares was calm and composed, so the God merely rolled his eyes when Ares washed his hands of Athenia and decided to focus on Egypt instead. Trust the young upstart to point his nose where the blood laid. "I'll be happy to receive the ones that did not then." the dark God murmured in returned, raising a brow. Did Ares not care that he'd have less men in the forces against Egypt then? It matters naught to Hades of course, since he's got his share of souls coming to him, but he had honestly thought his nephew would at least want to allow his men to survive long enough to win a war.
Turning to Athena, a goddess that Hades conceded had some form of sense in her, unlike her brother, the male listened quietly. He had no doubt Athena would've liked been preparing for this even before the last war with the Egyptians, considering the hostility between the two realms, but be that as it may, it still did not ensure victory, even if the minor Goddess Nike did her best to ensure such thing occured.
"And the lack of leadership in Athenia falls under the responsibility of it's patron Goddess, surely?" he drawled in response to her ending statement, not even hiding the subtle jab. There was a reason why Hades had never wanted to take a kingdom under his wing - not that any kingdom would want him as a patron God, for sure - but it was just too much responsibility.
Scoffing at Apollo's help, the dark God raised a brow, but he did not think to comment. Zeus wouldn't be happy if he picked a fight now, and Hades honestly just wanted to return to the Underworld, so he was choosing his battles. Something Ares was clearly confused about, as he was speaking up at every turn. One glance at Zeus was enough to tell Hades his brother's patience was running low the more Ares interjected, and the savager his son got.
"Enough."
The King of Gods and the God of Thunder for a reason, Zeus's voice bellowed enough to make the whole Tomea shudder, as the man levelled a glare at his petulant son, before turning to Poseidon and Hades. "You two will lend the help to the war that would ensue. Ensure safe travels," he instructed, to which Poseidon nodded easily, and Hades scoffed internally. The King of the Sea had always been far too easygoing, at least in Hades's opinion. "- and Hades, you.... just make sure these young upstarts don't kill too many of our own people."
"Can't promise that brother. By the time I see them, they're dead." he retorted dryly with a smirk, as he raised a brow and motioned at Athena and Ares. "Perhaps if they can both agree on something for once," he paused as his gaze lingered over to Apollo, "And Sunshine Boy over there can be of use instead of just patching up injured ones who are by then too useless in a war, we may have a fighting chance."
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His nephew was brash as always, but by this point, Hades couldn't say he was surprised. He'd be more surprised if Ares was calm and composed, so the God merely rolled his eyes when Ares washed his hands of Athenia and decided to focus on Egypt instead. Trust the young upstart to point his nose where the blood laid. "I'll be happy to receive the ones that did not then." the dark God murmured in returned, raising a brow. Did Ares not care that he'd have less men in the forces against Egypt then? It matters naught to Hades of course, since he's got his share of souls coming to him, but he had honestly thought his nephew would at least want to allow his men to survive long enough to win a war.
Turning to Athena, a goddess that Hades conceded had some form of sense in her, unlike her brother, the male listened quietly. He had no doubt Athena would've liked been preparing for this even before the last war with the Egyptians, considering the hostility between the two realms, but be that as it may, it still did not ensure victory, even if the minor Goddess Nike did her best to ensure such thing occured.
"And the lack of leadership in Athenia falls under the responsibility of it's patron Goddess, surely?" he drawled in response to her ending statement, not even hiding the subtle jab. There was a reason why Hades had never wanted to take a kingdom under his wing - not that any kingdom would want him as a patron God, for sure - but it was just too much responsibility.
Scoffing at Apollo's help, the dark God raised a brow, but he did not think to comment. Zeus wouldn't be happy if he picked a fight now, and Hades honestly just wanted to return to the Underworld, so he was choosing his battles. Something Ares was clearly confused about, as he was speaking up at every turn. One glance at Zeus was enough to tell Hades his brother's patience was running low the more Ares interjected, and the savager his son got.
"Enough."
The King of Gods and the God of Thunder for a reason, Zeus's voice bellowed enough to make the whole Tomea shudder, as the man levelled a glare at his petulant son, before turning to Poseidon and Hades. "You two will lend the help to the war that would ensue. Ensure safe travels," he instructed, to which Poseidon nodded easily, and Hades scoffed internally. The King of the Sea had always been far too easygoing, at least in Hades's opinion. "- and Hades, you.... just make sure these young upstarts don't kill too many of our own people."
"Can't promise that brother. By the time I see them, they're dead." he retorted dryly with a smirk, as he raised a brow and motioned at Athena and Ares. "Perhaps if they can both agree on something for once," he paused as his gaze lingered over to Apollo, "And Sunshine Boy over there can be of use instead of just patching up injured ones who are by then too useless in a war, we may have a fighting chance."
His nephew was brash as always, but by this point, Hades couldn't say he was surprised. He'd be more surprised if Ares was calm and composed, so the God merely rolled his eyes when Ares washed his hands of Athenia and decided to focus on Egypt instead. Trust the young upstart to point his nose where the blood laid. "I'll be happy to receive the ones that did not then." the dark God murmured in returned, raising a brow. Did Ares not care that he'd have less men in the forces against Egypt then? It matters naught to Hades of course, since he's got his share of souls coming to him, but he had honestly thought his nephew would at least want to allow his men to survive long enough to win a war.
Turning to Athena, a goddess that Hades conceded had some form of sense in her, unlike her brother, the male listened quietly. He had no doubt Athena would've liked been preparing for this even before the last war with the Egyptians, considering the hostility between the two realms, but be that as it may, it still did not ensure victory, even if the minor Goddess Nike did her best to ensure such thing occured.
"And the lack of leadership in Athenia falls under the responsibility of it's patron Goddess, surely?" he drawled in response to her ending statement, not even hiding the subtle jab. There was a reason why Hades had never wanted to take a kingdom under his wing - not that any kingdom would want him as a patron God, for sure - but it was just too much responsibility.
Scoffing at Apollo's help, the dark God raised a brow, but he did not think to comment. Zeus wouldn't be happy if he picked a fight now, and Hades honestly just wanted to return to the Underworld, so he was choosing his battles. Something Ares was clearly confused about, as he was speaking up at every turn. One glance at Zeus was enough to tell Hades his brother's patience was running low the more Ares interjected, and the savager his son got.
"Enough."
The King of Gods and the God of Thunder for a reason, Zeus's voice bellowed enough to make the whole Tomea shudder, as the man levelled a glare at his petulant son, before turning to Poseidon and Hades. "You two will lend the help to the war that would ensue. Ensure safe travels," he instructed, to which Poseidon nodded easily, and Hades scoffed internally. The King of the Sea had always been far too easygoing, at least in Hades's opinion. "- and Hades, you.... just make sure these young upstarts don't kill too many of our own people."
"Can't promise that brother. By the time I see them, they're dead." he retorted dryly with a smirk, as he raised a brow and motioned at Athena and Ares. "Perhaps if they can both agree on something for once," he paused as his gaze lingered over to Apollo, "And Sunshine Boy over there can be of use instead of just patching up injured ones who are by then too useless in a war, we may have a fighting chance."
While Athena was talking Ares was already being disruptive, clearly ready for the meeting to be over when it had barely started. Well, he had always had a short attention span. Right now, Athena’s patience was at its limit with such behavior, and she wasn’t going to let him disrupt the entire proceedings. As much as she wanted to reply to his jabs at her, she gritted her teeth. An argument with him would only derail from the more important matters at hand. Hades, however, his point hit home. Yes, the situation in Athenia had snuck up on her while she had been focused elsewhere. She had been scrambling to bring things under control in that arena as best as she could. Athena frowned deeply. “I’m working on it,” she answered Hades tersely. She had been attempting to ask for some help with it, but she wasn’t about to lower herself to do so so openly. Especially not after she had just been called out on shirking her duties.
Athena did not think that Ares’s criticisms of Apollo were entirely fair. Sure, war was not his area of expertise. She understood the frustration of Ares at him acting as if he was an expert in this arena. However, he wasn’t entirely wrong, despite not being knowledgeable in war, it didn’t mean that he didn’t have his role to play. She was about to speak up in Apollo’s defense when the entire argument was derailed by Zeus’s interruption.
Hades’s instruction to her and Ares to get along was all the excuse that Athena needed to launch into the argument she had wanted to give before Zeus had interrupted. “I have no problem getting along with Ares, if only he had any sense of what military strategy is.”
Athena turned to Ares. “What you fail to realize is that war is not always won on the battlefield,” Ares had always failed to see the bigger picture when it came to war. “Yes, of course we need you there fighting and destroying the Egyptians, but those same soldiers are no good if they are not healthy,” she nodded to Apollo, “Or fed,” a nod to Demeter. “It’s not just the two of us,” she glanced back at Ares, “Who have to cooperate. This must be a joint effort between all of us. The Egyptians themselves may be mere mortals, but they have their own gods behind them. We are stronger, we are more capable, we are more prepared, but we have the best chance if we’re all working with each other instead of against each other.”
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While Athena was talking Ares was already being disruptive, clearly ready for the meeting to be over when it had barely started. Well, he had always had a short attention span. Right now, Athena’s patience was at its limit with such behavior, and she wasn’t going to let him disrupt the entire proceedings. As much as she wanted to reply to his jabs at her, she gritted her teeth. An argument with him would only derail from the more important matters at hand. Hades, however, his point hit home. Yes, the situation in Athenia had snuck up on her while she had been focused elsewhere. She had been scrambling to bring things under control in that arena as best as she could. Athena frowned deeply. “I’m working on it,” she answered Hades tersely. She had been attempting to ask for some help with it, but she wasn’t about to lower herself to do so so openly. Especially not after she had just been called out on shirking her duties.
Athena did not think that Ares’s criticisms of Apollo were entirely fair. Sure, war was not his area of expertise. She understood the frustration of Ares at him acting as if he was an expert in this arena. However, he wasn’t entirely wrong, despite not being knowledgeable in war, it didn’t mean that he didn’t have his role to play. She was about to speak up in Apollo’s defense when the entire argument was derailed by Zeus’s interruption.
Hades’s instruction to her and Ares to get along was all the excuse that Athena needed to launch into the argument she had wanted to give before Zeus had interrupted. “I have no problem getting along with Ares, if only he had any sense of what military strategy is.”
Athena turned to Ares. “What you fail to realize is that war is not always won on the battlefield,” Ares had always failed to see the bigger picture when it came to war. “Yes, of course we need you there fighting and destroying the Egyptians, but those same soldiers are no good if they are not healthy,” she nodded to Apollo, “Or fed,” a nod to Demeter. “It’s not just the two of us,” she glanced back at Ares, “Who have to cooperate. This must be a joint effort between all of us. The Egyptians themselves may be mere mortals, but they have their own gods behind them. We are stronger, we are more capable, we are more prepared, but we have the best chance if we’re all working with each other instead of against each other.”
While Athena was talking Ares was already being disruptive, clearly ready for the meeting to be over when it had barely started. Well, he had always had a short attention span. Right now, Athena’s patience was at its limit with such behavior, and she wasn’t going to let him disrupt the entire proceedings. As much as she wanted to reply to his jabs at her, she gritted her teeth. An argument with him would only derail from the more important matters at hand. Hades, however, his point hit home. Yes, the situation in Athenia had snuck up on her while she had been focused elsewhere. She had been scrambling to bring things under control in that arena as best as she could. Athena frowned deeply. “I’m working on it,” she answered Hades tersely. She had been attempting to ask for some help with it, but she wasn’t about to lower herself to do so so openly. Especially not after she had just been called out on shirking her duties.
Athena did not think that Ares’s criticisms of Apollo were entirely fair. Sure, war was not his area of expertise. She understood the frustration of Ares at him acting as if he was an expert in this arena. However, he wasn’t entirely wrong, despite not being knowledgeable in war, it didn’t mean that he didn’t have his role to play. She was about to speak up in Apollo’s defense when the entire argument was derailed by Zeus’s interruption.
Hades’s instruction to her and Ares to get along was all the excuse that Athena needed to launch into the argument she had wanted to give before Zeus had interrupted. “I have no problem getting along with Ares, if only he had any sense of what military strategy is.”
Athena turned to Ares. “What you fail to realize is that war is not always won on the battlefield,” Ares had always failed to see the bigger picture when it came to war. “Yes, of course we need you there fighting and destroying the Egyptians, but those same soldiers are no good if they are not healthy,” she nodded to Apollo, “Or fed,” a nod to Demeter. “It’s not just the two of us,” she glanced back at Ares, “Who have to cooperate. This must be a joint effort between all of us. The Egyptians themselves may be mere mortals, but they have their own gods behind them. We are stronger, we are more capable, we are more prepared, but we have the best chance if we’re all working with each other instead of against each other.”
The normally impulsive god had to bite his tongue to hold back the choice words he had for Ares as the war god made his opinion of Apollo known to the group. Mainly, in how there was seemingly no place for him at this war table, even though every god had a role they had to play. This was an insult that Apollo was not going to take well.
Ares might not care too much for Apollo’s input, but that would surely change if the Sun God decided that his stance of ignoring the problem in Athenia happened to extend to the conflict in Egypt as well. Sure, his dimwit of a half-brother would have a tremendous amount of fun for a bit as Greek blood spilled in the hot sands to the south. However, how likely was that smile to remain though once the God of War realized that none of his favorite soldiers were healing? How enraged would he be when he realized that everyone who got so much as a nick was left to die as Apollo supposedly had no place in this war? It was a genuine gamble that the God of War was made here by outright dismissing Apollo. The Sun God might have a soft spot deep in his heart for the mortals, but he was still, above all, a petty creature. He was not above turning his back on the soldiers to the south over a slight like this.
With his expression growing colder by the moment, it was clear that the Sun God was seriously considering taking Ares’ words to heart and just walking away from this war meeting. However, these thoughts were brought to a standstill by a firm grip upon his arm as Zeus’s voice boomed throughout the space. As his father laid down his instructions for his brothers, Apollo’s eyes drifted to his twin and the stern gaze she offered him, silently admonishing him for even thinking of turning his back on the Greeks in their hour of need. His gaze leveled with hers for a moment, almost challenging her to give him one reason to stay. Between this and Elias, Apollo now had all the justification he needed for not caring about the outcome of these wars. His sister might not understand, but the Sun God didn’t really care. He was completely over this whole war nonsense.
The only thing that saved the war meeting from descending into absolute chaos was the fiery look that Artemis flashed at him, warning him that he was not going to like the outcome of the path he was hurtling down. Curse her ability to know what was going on in Apollo’s head before even he did. However, she was one of the few gods here that the immature teen in a divine body had true respect for as she was more family to him than anyone else at this table. That was the only thing that kept him in his seat for the moment as his gaze shifted away, not bothering to restrain the urge to roll his eyes at Artemis. She would clearly have to have a chat with him after this; as she would need to force him into begrudgingly offering his help once the temporary flame of outrage had smoldered out. She had a certain knack at forcing Apollo’s hand even when he was in his most stubborn states.
Either way, as she could not smack him upside the head in front of the other gods and force the boy to come to his senses; Artemis could do nothing in preventing Athena’s words from feeling hollow as she tried to rally everyone to come together. There was certainly some truth there, especially now as the god of health was on the verge of turning his back on the whole war campaign based on how he had been wronged by a mortal and a god… but she wasn’t the person that these words needed to come from. Ares was the one who had done the damage. He was the one who was standing in front of all of them and speaking of how the other gods were not needed in his war effort. Such snippets of wisdom were going to have to be recognized and accepted by the one who was causing so much friction here at the table.
However, Apollo really had no real reason to believe that such a thing would be accomplished. At least not from what he knew of the man. It was far more likely that the tempers that were flared here would be resolved outside of this room where the warring personalities could be reasoned with separately. Apollo already had a bit of a gut feeling that Artemis was not going to accept her brother being blinded by his own rage. He could only imagine the ear twisting that Athena might put her own counterpart through. Even though he was still angry, this acknowledgment of how this situation was truly going to end -- knowing full well that no matter how angry he was right now, his hand would ultimately be forced, Apollo muttered in a rather bitter tone, making it clear that he just wanted this horrible meeting to end, “If everyone is in agreement with Athena’s words…” It offered absolutely nothing to the conversation at hand other than an exit from this mess. Though that would ultimately be for the best. Bringing everyone together had been a mistake and more would be accomplished by keeping them apart, but focused on the same goal. At least that way it would keep everything from blowing up in their faces again.
Though, that depended on everyone accepting that there needed to be cooperation in this matter…
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The normally impulsive god had to bite his tongue to hold back the choice words he had for Ares as the war god made his opinion of Apollo known to the group. Mainly, in how there was seemingly no place for him at this war table, even though every god had a role they had to play. This was an insult that Apollo was not going to take well.
Ares might not care too much for Apollo’s input, but that would surely change if the Sun God decided that his stance of ignoring the problem in Athenia happened to extend to the conflict in Egypt as well. Sure, his dimwit of a half-brother would have a tremendous amount of fun for a bit as Greek blood spilled in the hot sands to the south. However, how likely was that smile to remain though once the God of War realized that none of his favorite soldiers were healing? How enraged would he be when he realized that everyone who got so much as a nick was left to die as Apollo supposedly had no place in this war? It was a genuine gamble that the God of War was made here by outright dismissing Apollo. The Sun God might have a soft spot deep in his heart for the mortals, but he was still, above all, a petty creature. He was not above turning his back on the soldiers to the south over a slight like this.
With his expression growing colder by the moment, it was clear that the Sun God was seriously considering taking Ares’ words to heart and just walking away from this war meeting. However, these thoughts were brought to a standstill by a firm grip upon his arm as Zeus’s voice boomed throughout the space. As his father laid down his instructions for his brothers, Apollo’s eyes drifted to his twin and the stern gaze she offered him, silently admonishing him for even thinking of turning his back on the Greeks in their hour of need. His gaze leveled with hers for a moment, almost challenging her to give him one reason to stay. Between this and Elias, Apollo now had all the justification he needed for not caring about the outcome of these wars. His sister might not understand, but the Sun God didn’t really care. He was completely over this whole war nonsense.
The only thing that saved the war meeting from descending into absolute chaos was the fiery look that Artemis flashed at him, warning him that he was not going to like the outcome of the path he was hurtling down. Curse her ability to know what was going on in Apollo’s head before even he did. However, she was one of the few gods here that the immature teen in a divine body had true respect for as she was more family to him than anyone else at this table. That was the only thing that kept him in his seat for the moment as his gaze shifted away, not bothering to restrain the urge to roll his eyes at Artemis. She would clearly have to have a chat with him after this; as she would need to force him into begrudgingly offering his help once the temporary flame of outrage had smoldered out. She had a certain knack at forcing Apollo’s hand even when he was in his most stubborn states.
Either way, as she could not smack him upside the head in front of the other gods and force the boy to come to his senses; Artemis could do nothing in preventing Athena’s words from feeling hollow as she tried to rally everyone to come together. There was certainly some truth there, especially now as the god of health was on the verge of turning his back on the whole war campaign based on how he had been wronged by a mortal and a god… but she wasn’t the person that these words needed to come from. Ares was the one who had done the damage. He was the one who was standing in front of all of them and speaking of how the other gods were not needed in his war effort. Such snippets of wisdom were going to have to be recognized and accepted by the one who was causing so much friction here at the table.
However, Apollo really had no real reason to believe that such a thing would be accomplished. At least not from what he knew of the man. It was far more likely that the tempers that were flared here would be resolved outside of this room where the warring personalities could be reasoned with separately. Apollo already had a bit of a gut feeling that Artemis was not going to accept her brother being blinded by his own rage. He could only imagine the ear twisting that Athena might put her own counterpart through. Even though he was still angry, this acknowledgment of how this situation was truly going to end -- knowing full well that no matter how angry he was right now, his hand would ultimately be forced, Apollo muttered in a rather bitter tone, making it clear that he just wanted this horrible meeting to end, “If everyone is in agreement with Athena’s words…” It offered absolutely nothing to the conversation at hand other than an exit from this mess. Though that would ultimately be for the best. Bringing everyone together had been a mistake and more would be accomplished by keeping them apart, but focused on the same goal. At least that way it would keep everything from blowing up in their faces again.
Though, that depended on everyone accepting that there needed to be cooperation in this matter…
The normally impulsive god had to bite his tongue to hold back the choice words he had for Ares as the war god made his opinion of Apollo known to the group. Mainly, in how there was seemingly no place for him at this war table, even though every god had a role they had to play. This was an insult that Apollo was not going to take well.
Ares might not care too much for Apollo’s input, but that would surely change if the Sun God decided that his stance of ignoring the problem in Athenia happened to extend to the conflict in Egypt as well. Sure, his dimwit of a half-brother would have a tremendous amount of fun for a bit as Greek blood spilled in the hot sands to the south. However, how likely was that smile to remain though once the God of War realized that none of his favorite soldiers were healing? How enraged would he be when he realized that everyone who got so much as a nick was left to die as Apollo supposedly had no place in this war? It was a genuine gamble that the God of War was made here by outright dismissing Apollo. The Sun God might have a soft spot deep in his heart for the mortals, but he was still, above all, a petty creature. He was not above turning his back on the soldiers to the south over a slight like this.
With his expression growing colder by the moment, it was clear that the Sun God was seriously considering taking Ares’ words to heart and just walking away from this war meeting. However, these thoughts were brought to a standstill by a firm grip upon his arm as Zeus’s voice boomed throughout the space. As his father laid down his instructions for his brothers, Apollo’s eyes drifted to his twin and the stern gaze she offered him, silently admonishing him for even thinking of turning his back on the Greeks in their hour of need. His gaze leveled with hers for a moment, almost challenging her to give him one reason to stay. Between this and Elias, Apollo now had all the justification he needed for not caring about the outcome of these wars. His sister might not understand, but the Sun God didn’t really care. He was completely over this whole war nonsense.
The only thing that saved the war meeting from descending into absolute chaos was the fiery look that Artemis flashed at him, warning him that he was not going to like the outcome of the path he was hurtling down. Curse her ability to know what was going on in Apollo’s head before even he did. However, she was one of the few gods here that the immature teen in a divine body had true respect for as she was more family to him than anyone else at this table. That was the only thing that kept him in his seat for the moment as his gaze shifted away, not bothering to restrain the urge to roll his eyes at Artemis. She would clearly have to have a chat with him after this; as she would need to force him into begrudgingly offering his help once the temporary flame of outrage had smoldered out. She had a certain knack at forcing Apollo’s hand even when he was in his most stubborn states.
Either way, as she could not smack him upside the head in front of the other gods and force the boy to come to his senses; Artemis could do nothing in preventing Athena’s words from feeling hollow as she tried to rally everyone to come together. There was certainly some truth there, especially now as the god of health was on the verge of turning his back on the whole war campaign based on how he had been wronged by a mortal and a god… but she wasn’t the person that these words needed to come from. Ares was the one who had done the damage. He was the one who was standing in front of all of them and speaking of how the other gods were not needed in his war effort. Such snippets of wisdom were going to have to be recognized and accepted by the one who was causing so much friction here at the table.
However, Apollo really had no real reason to believe that such a thing would be accomplished. At least not from what he knew of the man. It was far more likely that the tempers that were flared here would be resolved outside of this room where the warring personalities could be reasoned with separately. Apollo already had a bit of a gut feeling that Artemis was not going to accept her brother being blinded by his own rage. He could only imagine the ear twisting that Athena might put her own counterpart through. Even though he was still angry, this acknowledgment of how this situation was truly going to end -- knowing full well that no matter how angry he was right now, his hand would ultimately be forced, Apollo muttered in a rather bitter tone, making it clear that he just wanted this horrible meeting to end, “If everyone is in agreement with Athena’s words…” It offered absolutely nothing to the conversation at hand other than an exit from this mess. Though that would ultimately be for the best. Bringing everyone together had been a mistake and more would be accomplished by keeping them apart, but focused on the same goal. At least that way it would keep everything from blowing up in their faces again.
Though, that depended on everyone accepting that there needed to be cooperation in this matter…
