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"So... are you sure this is a good idea?" A nervous voice asked into the rather large room, nearly drowned out by the sound of metal chairs being dragged into the center and being opened with a resounding clang!
"Yes, you know it is," Another voice responded with a light laugh. This one was much louder than the first, but that wasn't too surprising given who it belonged to. The woman was tall and was wearing a sportsy outfit. Of course, she would have the energetic voice especially when it looked like she had either just come in from a run or was going to head off on one after this event.
The other girl just didn't get it, though it didn't take a genius to figure out that she wasn't the most athletically inclined. Shielded behind a graphic t-shirt sporting the logo of a favored band, the girl was clearly bigger around the waist and there wasn't a defined muscle anywhere on her body. Not that you see anything below her head that was. Her holographic hat reflected the stream of sunlight that came in through the windows. It was rather strange that she was wearing it inside... Either way, the two of them couldn't be more physically different.
But at least their cheery attitudes were the same.
It fed into the large room they were in giving the space meant to fit over five hundred people a peppy overtone. They didn't need all that space though. They were only expecting a little less than 150 people. However, they thought it would be best to give their guests a little space given how volatile some of them could be. They hoped the distance between each seat in the incredibly large circle and the vaulted ceilings of the meeting room they were in would provide that much-needed space. After all, the last thing they wanted was for their little experiment to go off like a powder keg and backfire on everyone.
From off in a distant room, music filtered into the space, echoing slightly as it bounced off the walls. Its lyrics were indiscernible as it filtered in, but its happy melody was clear to any set of ears and gave the room a rather jovial atmosphere. How long that would last was anyone's guess, but the younger girl in the silvery hat clearly wasn't thinking of that as she moved about the room with a slight skip to her step as she ensured that everything was ready for the event that was shortly going to take place. As she moved from the snack station --and its tempting collection of everything from sugary treats to healthier options, fit for a king-- to the ring of chairs, a small notebook was in her hand, a physical list of what needed to be done as if she would somehow forget to put the cups out.
"Hey Kitsie," She called over her shoulder to the other woman, "Can you help me put out the placards?" Without waiting for an answer, she went over to the podium and reached behind to grab a stack of folded papers, each with an elegantly styled name on it. After thumbing through a few of these, the shorter one groaned in frustration. "Great, they're all alphabetical. That's not gonna work."
She started flipping through the papers, pulling some out, seemingly at random, but in reality, she was sorting them by the faded font colors on the sheets. From a distance, they all appeared to be black at a closer look revealed subtle blues, reds, and greens. "Remember, we want to split everyone up." She called out as she went from seat to seat, placing them down. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason, other than the fact that no two cards of the same color were sitting next to each other and of course, they weren't arranged by the alphabet.
This would surely create a good mixture, right?
Once that was done, she looked up at the other woman and said, "I think we're ready to go. Wanna open the doors?" A slight twinge of nervousness on her part could be heard, but her athletic counterpart simply laughed it off, "Sure, Maxie."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. Otherwise, I think they'll soon be breaking down the doors." Even she rolled her eyes at that, knowing that it was a joke that the natural pessimist within her was trying to bring out to lighten the mood. Of course, that side of her just had to bring it a step further than this by saying with a laugh bubbling up near the end, "and we wouldn't want them doing that. After all, I'm the one who starts the revolutions around here!"
As a peal of laughter broke out in the room, Maxie crossed the room and opened the big doors keeping this little room closed off from the rest of the world. This revealed a crowded foyer just teaming with people (89 if you wanted to be exact) of all ages, backgrounds, and all needing a good group counseling session if they wanted to rid the tense atmosphere that hung heavily over the foyer.
"Alrighty guys," Maxie called out to the crowd, grabbing their attention and directing them to the meeting room that was now ready for them.
One by one the residents of Aeipathy began to filter in.
This was either the most brilliant or the stupidest idea any of them had ever had.
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"So... are you sure this is a good idea?" A nervous voice asked into the rather large room, nearly drowned out by the sound of metal chairs being dragged into the center and being opened with a resounding clang!
"Yes, you know it is," Another voice responded with a light laugh. This one was much louder than the first, but that wasn't too surprising given who it belonged to. The woman was tall and was wearing a sportsy outfit. Of course, she would have the energetic voice especially when it looked like she had either just come in from a run or was going to head off on one after this event.
The other girl just didn't get it, though it didn't take a genius to figure out that she wasn't the most athletically inclined. Shielded behind a graphic t-shirt sporting the logo of a favored band, the girl was clearly bigger around the waist and there wasn't a defined muscle anywhere on her body. Not that you see anything below her head that was. Her holographic hat reflected the stream of sunlight that came in through the windows. It was rather strange that she was wearing it inside... Either way, the two of them couldn't be more physically different.
But at least their cheery attitudes were the same.
It fed into the large room they were in giving the space meant to fit over five hundred people a peppy overtone. They didn't need all that space though. They were only expecting a little less than 150 people. However, they thought it would be best to give their guests a little space given how volatile some of them could be. They hoped the distance between each seat in the incredibly large circle and the vaulted ceilings of the meeting room they were in would provide that much-needed space. After all, the last thing they wanted was for their little experiment to go off like a powder keg and backfire on everyone.
From off in a distant room, music filtered into the space, echoing slightly as it bounced off the walls. Its lyrics were indiscernible as it filtered in, but its happy melody was clear to any set of ears and gave the room a rather jovial atmosphere. How long that would last was anyone's guess, but the younger girl in the silvery hat clearly wasn't thinking of that as she moved about the room with a slight skip to her step as she ensured that everything was ready for the event that was shortly going to take place. As she moved from the snack station --and its tempting collection of everything from sugary treats to healthier options, fit for a king-- to the ring of chairs, a small notebook was in her hand, a physical list of what needed to be done as if she would somehow forget to put the cups out.
"Hey Kitsie," She called over her shoulder to the other woman, "Can you help me put out the placards?" Without waiting for an answer, she went over to the podium and reached behind to grab a stack of folded papers, each with an elegantly styled name on it. After thumbing through a few of these, the shorter one groaned in frustration. "Great, they're all alphabetical. That's not gonna work."
She started flipping through the papers, pulling some out, seemingly at random, but in reality, she was sorting them by the faded font colors on the sheets. From a distance, they all appeared to be black at a closer look revealed subtle blues, reds, and greens. "Remember, we want to split everyone up." She called out as she went from seat to seat, placing them down. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason, other than the fact that no two cards of the same color were sitting next to each other and of course, they weren't arranged by the alphabet.
This would surely create a good mixture, right?
Once that was done, she looked up at the other woman and said, "I think we're ready to go. Wanna open the doors?" A slight twinge of nervousness on her part could be heard, but her athletic counterpart simply laughed it off, "Sure, Maxie."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. Otherwise, I think they'll soon be breaking down the doors." Even she rolled her eyes at that, knowing that it was a joke that the natural pessimist within her was trying to bring out to lighten the mood. Of course, that side of her just had to bring it a step further than this by saying with a laugh bubbling up near the end, "and we wouldn't want them doing that. After all, I'm the one who starts the revolutions around here!"
As a peal of laughter broke out in the room, Maxie crossed the room and opened the big doors keeping this little room closed off from the rest of the world. This revealed a crowded foyer just teaming with people (89 if you wanted to be exact) of all ages, backgrounds, and all needing a good group counseling session if they wanted to rid the tense atmosphere that hung heavily over the foyer.
"Alrighty guys," Maxie called out to the crowd, grabbing their attention and directing them to the meeting room that was now ready for them.
One by one the residents of Aeipathy began to filter in.
This was either the most brilliant or the stupidest idea any of them had ever had.
"So... are you sure this is a good idea?" A nervous voice asked into the rather large room, nearly drowned out by the sound of metal chairs being dragged into the center and being opened with a resounding clang!
"Yes, you know it is," Another voice responded with a light laugh. This one was much louder than the first, but that wasn't too surprising given who it belonged to. The woman was tall and was wearing a sportsy outfit. Of course, she would have the energetic voice especially when it looked like she had either just come in from a run or was going to head off on one after this event.
The other girl just didn't get it, though it didn't take a genius to figure out that she wasn't the most athletically inclined. Shielded behind a graphic t-shirt sporting the logo of a favored band, the girl was clearly bigger around the waist and there wasn't a defined muscle anywhere on her body. Not that you see anything below her head that was. Her holographic hat reflected the stream of sunlight that came in through the windows. It was rather strange that she was wearing it inside... Either way, the two of them couldn't be more physically different.
But at least their cheery attitudes were the same.
It fed into the large room they were in giving the space meant to fit over five hundred people a peppy overtone. They didn't need all that space though. They were only expecting a little less than 150 people. However, they thought it would be best to give their guests a little space given how volatile some of them could be. They hoped the distance between each seat in the incredibly large circle and the vaulted ceilings of the meeting room they were in would provide that much-needed space. After all, the last thing they wanted was for their little experiment to go off like a powder keg and backfire on everyone.
From off in a distant room, music filtered into the space, echoing slightly as it bounced off the walls. Its lyrics were indiscernible as it filtered in, but its happy melody was clear to any set of ears and gave the room a rather jovial atmosphere. How long that would last was anyone's guess, but the younger girl in the silvery hat clearly wasn't thinking of that as she moved about the room with a slight skip to her step as she ensured that everything was ready for the event that was shortly going to take place. As she moved from the snack station --and its tempting collection of everything from sugary treats to healthier options, fit for a king-- to the ring of chairs, a small notebook was in her hand, a physical list of what needed to be done as if she would somehow forget to put the cups out.
"Hey Kitsie," She called over her shoulder to the other woman, "Can you help me put out the placards?" Without waiting for an answer, she went over to the podium and reached behind to grab a stack of folded papers, each with an elegantly styled name on it. After thumbing through a few of these, the shorter one groaned in frustration. "Great, they're all alphabetical. That's not gonna work."
She started flipping through the papers, pulling some out, seemingly at random, but in reality, she was sorting them by the faded font colors on the sheets. From a distance, they all appeared to be black at a closer look revealed subtle blues, reds, and greens. "Remember, we want to split everyone up." She called out as she went from seat to seat, placing them down. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason, other than the fact that no two cards of the same color were sitting next to each other and of course, they weren't arranged by the alphabet.
This would surely create a good mixture, right?
Once that was done, she looked up at the other woman and said, "I think we're ready to go. Wanna open the doors?" A slight twinge of nervousness on her part could be heard, but her athletic counterpart simply laughed it off, "Sure, Maxie."
The girl breathed a sigh of relief, "Good. Otherwise, I think they'll soon be breaking down the doors." Even she rolled her eyes at that, knowing that it was a joke that the natural pessimist within her was trying to bring out to lighten the mood. Of course, that side of her just had to bring it a step further than this by saying with a laugh bubbling up near the end, "and we wouldn't want them doing that. After all, I'm the one who starts the revolutions around here!"
As a peal of laughter broke out in the room, Maxie crossed the room and opened the big doors keeping this little room closed off from the rest of the world. This revealed a crowded foyer just teaming with people (89 if you wanted to be exact) of all ages, backgrounds, and all needing a good group counseling session if they wanted to rid the tense atmosphere that hung heavily over the foyer.
"Alrighty guys," Maxie called out to the crowd, grabbing their attention and directing them to the meeting room that was now ready for them.
One by one the residents of Aeipathy began to filter in.
This was either the most brilliant or the stupidest idea any of them had ever had.
The athletic one was in shorts - she was rarely in anything else - and a purple hoodie cropped top that barely brushed the top of her high waisted denim shorts. Black hair was bound up in a high ponytail that kept her strands of hair out of her dark eyes as she bounced from one end of the room to the other to smoothen up the final few creases of the event, all while resisting the urge to head to the table laden with sugary treats, her biggest kryptonite.
She had laughed at the joke Maxie made, and shook her head. "Let's keep the revolutions for a minimum for now? We've got enough going on." Kitsie muttered, heading over as the people began streaming in.
The player knew well enough, the characters that resided in her head - too well, actually. Evras was silent as she entered, as she always was. Her princess had not much to be jovial about for now, and it broke her heart to see Evras so sad all of the time. She would benefit from this session the most, likely. Nike and Emilia were on separate corners - they both didn't need this really. Luckily, she was happy to see that her commander had followed the instructions to leave her weapons by the door, and was not sporting her usual sword right next to her belted riding pants and tunic.
Zephyrus was the same - he didn't need the session. Her trapeze arists was just happily bouncing in, chatting up anyone he could find and joining conversations.
And then, there was Irakles.
The moment her eyes spotted her old, decorated general, Kitsie squeaked and ran up to the graying old man, holding her hands out immediately, not flinching when he shot her his sharp and condescending look. "Irakles, I told you. No weapons. Hand over your axe." she piped up. Never mind that she was a head shorter and much smaller then the elder male. He scowled, not moving.
But Kitsie was stubborn. Plus, she did not need chaos in the room.
"Hand. It. Over."
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The athletic one was in shorts - she was rarely in anything else - and a purple hoodie cropped top that barely brushed the top of her high waisted denim shorts. Black hair was bound up in a high ponytail that kept her strands of hair out of her dark eyes as she bounced from one end of the room to the other to smoothen up the final few creases of the event, all while resisting the urge to head to the table laden with sugary treats, her biggest kryptonite.
She had laughed at the joke Maxie made, and shook her head. "Let's keep the revolutions for a minimum for now? We've got enough going on." Kitsie muttered, heading over as the people began streaming in.
The player knew well enough, the characters that resided in her head - too well, actually. Evras was silent as she entered, as she always was. Her princess had not much to be jovial about for now, and it broke her heart to see Evras so sad all of the time. She would benefit from this session the most, likely. Nike and Emilia were on separate corners - they both didn't need this really. Luckily, she was happy to see that her commander had followed the instructions to leave her weapons by the door, and was not sporting her usual sword right next to her belted riding pants and tunic.
Zephyrus was the same - he didn't need the session. Her trapeze arists was just happily bouncing in, chatting up anyone he could find and joining conversations.
And then, there was Irakles.
The moment her eyes spotted her old, decorated general, Kitsie squeaked and ran up to the graying old man, holding her hands out immediately, not flinching when he shot her his sharp and condescending look. "Irakles, I told you. No weapons. Hand over your axe." she piped up. Never mind that she was a head shorter and much smaller then the elder male. He scowled, not moving.
But Kitsie was stubborn. Plus, she did not need chaos in the room.
"Hand. It. Over."
The athletic one was in shorts - she was rarely in anything else - and a purple hoodie cropped top that barely brushed the top of her high waisted denim shorts. Black hair was bound up in a high ponytail that kept her strands of hair out of her dark eyes as she bounced from one end of the room to the other to smoothen up the final few creases of the event, all while resisting the urge to head to the table laden with sugary treats, her biggest kryptonite.
She had laughed at the joke Maxie made, and shook her head. "Let's keep the revolutions for a minimum for now? We've got enough going on." Kitsie muttered, heading over as the people began streaming in.
The player knew well enough, the characters that resided in her head - too well, actually. Evras was silent as she entered, as she always was. Her princess had not much to be jovial about for now, and it broke her heart to see Evras so sad all of the time. She would benefit from this session the most, likely. Nike and Emilia were on separate corners - they both didn't need this really. Luckily, she was happy to see that her commander had followed the instructions to leave her weapons by the door, and was not sporting her usual sword right next to her belted riding pants and tunic.
Zephyrus was the same - he didn't need the session. Her trapeze arists was just happily bouncing in, chatting up anyone he could find and joining conversations.
And then, there was Irakles.
The moment her eyes spotted her old, decorated general, Kitsie squeaked and ran up to the graying old man, holding her hands out immediately, not flinching when he shot her his sharp and condescending look. "Irakles, I told you. No weapons. Hand over your axe." she piped up. Never mind that she was a head shorter and much smaller then the elder male. He scowled, not moving.
But Kitsie was stubborn. Plus, she did not need chaos in the room.
"Hand. It. Over."
Maxie rolled her eyes at the notion of keeping the revolutions to a minimum. "Well, you'd better hope that Sir Tinfoilus Maximus doesn't come through those doors then." She called back with a light chuckle. Thank god he wasn't a character or they'd all be doomed.
As the sheer amount of people streamed in, Maxie temporarily lost sight of Kitsie. Using this as an opportunity to take in who had come out to play. As she glanced around the room, she noticed her two characters weaving their way in and out of the crowd. It was quite easy to spot them after all, the little piece of her she had put in them was how they were not fans of large crowds. Danae, her little schemer and the inspiration behind this event, was off in a corner, looking around for someone she could latch onto. Someone she knew and trusted who would keep her insecurities in check for the evening. Maxie only shook her head sadly at this, Danae was not the most likable girl and her friendships suffered as a result. It was unlikely that she would find an ally in this crowd tonight.
Then there was her newer creation, Timaeus. He too was off to the side, but if anything it was for a different reason. She knew that in this situation where almost every character was dressed in some finery, he still felt as if he didn't belong among them. Plus it also hurt that at this moment in his arc, he was trying to lay low from one family in particular. With any luck, if this wild plan succeeded, he may have some new friends... even though he'd never would remember any of this.
"Hand. It. Over."
The sound of the familiar voice pulled Maxie's attention away from her charries and towards the entrance where Kitsie was arguing with Irakles... who was just so happening to be carrying a battle axe. Maxie groaned at the sight of this. They had very specifically told everyone that weapons were not allowed. It was not cool that the prince thought he could just flout them, but she wasn't really surprised by that either. This was Irakles after all. In his world, rules were only a suggestion.
But this is our world, Maxie silently thought as she watched on at a distance because truth be told... she was too afraid to approach the scene on her own. Irakles was terrifying. He was villain cut from the cloth of the worst of the worst and he was a man to be feared when he was on a page, but now that he was here in the flesh? Yeah, there was no way Maxie was walking over there without some sort of backup.
So, it was a good thing she sorta had a knight character, even though his armor may be a little rusted.
"Timaeus." She called out, her voice rising above the din of the hall as she waved him over and motioned at the scene unfolding before them.
He didn't even blink twice before he was already making his way over.
Timaeus didn't quite understand everything that was going on. It was just too chaotic to follow everything that was happening here... wherever here was. That was a part that had confused him too. One second he had been home in Eubocris, working at his desk, before he felt a tug on his arm and here he was. It was very strange and yet very familiar all the same almost as if it had happened before, but he just didn't have the ability to recall when.
However, things began to click into place a little bit once he caught sight of the shorter girl in the weird t-shirt with her back turned to him. It was something he'd never seen before, but that image... it was familiar somehow. It brought to mind a song though it was nothing like he had ever heard before. Loud, chaotic, and very aggressive. If he had been more familiar with it, he might have liked it. Though probably not on the scale of this girl. He could just innately sense that she loved it.
Maxie. It finally made sense when she turned to him and he caught sight of her face. This was the person he sensed he needed to pay the closest attention to because he was a part of her. It was a weird thing to think and yet it all made sense. Timaeus's mind was very confused, to say the least.
When she waved him over, he didn't need to think twice. He sauntered over and stood next to her. It was an almost comical sight to see since Tim practically towered over the girl as their heights differed by nearly a foot. However, neither of them were laughing as they looked at the scene before them, the other woman demanding the old man hand over his battle axe. It was clear to him that she was another author, though he didn't know who she was directly. He looked down at the one he knew for sure and raised an eyebrow as if to silently ask what she wanted him to do.
She glanced between the ax and him, weighing the possible outcomes if she sent Tim in. Apparently, it wasn't worth the risk because then said, "Just... be our backup."
Tim nodded and watched as she walked away from him and said very boldly to Irakles, "You know the rules. No weapons. Hand 'em over."
Now the question was whether or not the older man would listen and what Tim would do if he decided not too. After all, he didn't want to end up being on the wrong end of that ax.
However, just in case he didn't get the message that he was outnumbered in this situation Tim not-so-helpfully added, "I'd listen to them if I were you."
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Maxie rolled her eyes at the notion of keeping the revolutions to a minimum. "Well, you'd better hope that Sir Tinfoilus Maximus doesn't come through those doors then." She called back with a light chuckle. Thank god he wasn't a character or they'd all be doomed.
As the sheer amount of people streamed in, Maxie temporarily lost sight of Kitsie. Using this as an opportunity to take in who had come out to play. As she glanced around the room, she noticed her two characters weaving their way in and out of the crowd. It was quite easy to spot them after all, the little piece of her she had put in them was how they were not fans of large crowds. Danae, her little schemer and the inspiration behind this event, was off in a corner, looking around for someone she could latch onto. Someone she knew and trusted who would keep her insecurities in check for the evening. Maxie only shook her head sadly at this, Danae was not the most likable girl and her friendships suffered as a result. It was unlikely that she would find an ally in this crowd tonight.
Then there was her newer creation, Timaeus. He too was off to the side, but if anything it was for a different reason. She knew that in this situation where almost every character was dressed in some finery, he still felt as if he didn't belong among them. Plus it also hurt that at this moment in his arc, he was trying to lay low from one family in particular. With any luck, if this wild plan succeeded, he may have some new friends... even though he'd never would remember any of this.
"Hand. It. Over."
The sound of the familiar voice pulled Maxie's attention away from her charries and towards the entrance where Kitsie was arguing with Irakles... who was just so happening to be carrying a battle axe. Maxie groaned at the sight of this. They had very specifically told everyone that weapons were not allowed. It was not cool that the prince thought he could just flout them, but she wasn't really surprised by that either. This was Irakles after all. In his world, rules were only a suggestion.
But this is our world, Maxie silently thought as she watched on at a distance because truth be told... she was too afraid to approach the scene on her own. Irakles was terrifying. He was villain cut from the cloth of the worst of the worst and he was a man to be feared when he was on a page, but now that he was here in the flesh? Yeah, there was no way Maxie was walking over there without some sort of backup.
So, it was a good thing she sorta had a knight character, even though his armor may be a little rusted.
"Timaeus." She called out, her voice rising above the din of the hall as she waved him over and motioned at the scene unfolding before them.
He didn't even blink twice before he was already making his way over.
Timaeus didn't quite understand everything that was going on. It was just too chaotic to follow everything that was happening here... wherever here was. That was a part that had confused him too. One second he had been home in Eubocris, working at his desk, before he felt a tug on his arm and here he was. It was very strange and yet very familiar all the same almost as if it had happened before, but he just didn't have the ability to recall when.
However, things began to click into place a little bit once he caught sight of the shorter girl in the weird t-shirt with her back turned to him. It was something he'd never seen before, but that image... it was familiar somehow. It brought to mind a song though it was nothing like he had ever heard before. Loud, chaotic, and very aggressive. If he had been more familiar with it, he might have liked it. Though probably not on the scale of this girl. He could just innately sense that she loved it.
Maxie. It finally made sense when she turned to him and he caught sight of her face. This was the person he sensed he needed to pay the closest attention to because he was a part of her. It was a weird thing to think and yet it all made sense. Timaeus's mind was very confused, to say the least.
When she waved him over, he didn't need to think twice. He sauntered over and stood next to her. It was an almost comical sight to see since Tim practically towered over the girl as their heights differed by nearly a foot. However, neither of them were laughing as they looked at the scene before them, the other woman demanding the old man hand over his battle axe. It was clear to him that she was another author, though he didn't know who she was directly. He looked down at the one he knew for sure and raised an eyebrow as if to silently ask what she wanted him to do.
She glanced between the ax and him, weighing the possible outcomes if she sent Tim in. Apparently, it wasn't worth the risk because then said, "Just... be our backup."
Tim nodded and watched as she walked away from him and said very boldly to Irakles, "You know the rules. No weapons. Hand 'em over."
Now the question was whether or not the older man would listen and what Tim would do if he decided not too. After all, he didn't want to end up being on the wrong end of that ax.
However, just in case he didn't get the message that he was outnumbered in this situation Tim not-so-helpfully added, "I'd listen to them if I were you."
Maxie rolled her eyes at the notion of keeping the revolutions to a minimum. "Well, you'd better hope that Sir Tinfoilus Maximus doesn't come through those doors then." She called back with a light chuckle. Thank god he wasn't a character or they'd all be doomed.
As the sheer amount of people streamed in, Maxie temporarily lost sight of Kitsie. Using this as an opportunity to take in who had come out to play. As she glanced around the room, she noticed her two characters weaving their way in and out of the crowd. It was quite easy to spot them after all, the little piece of her she had put in them was how they were not fans of large crowds. Danae, her little schemer and the inspiration behind this event, was off in a corner, looking around for someone she could latch onto. Someone she knew and trusted who would keep her insecurities in check for the evening. Maxie only shook her head sadly at this, Danae was not the most likable girl and her friendships suffered as a result. It was unlikely that she would find an ally in this crowd tonight.
Then there was her newer creation, Timaeus. He too was off to the side, but if anything it was for a different reason. She knew that in this situation where almost every character was dressed in some finery, he still felt as if he didn't belong among them. Plus it also hurt that at this moment in his arc, he was trying to lay low from one family in particular. With any luck, if this wild plan succeeded, he may have some new friends... even though he'd never would remember any of this.
"Hand. It. Over."
The sound of the familiar voice pulled Maxie's attention away from her charries and towards the entrance where Kitsie was arguing with Irakles... who was just so happening to be carrying a battle axe. Maxie groaned at the sight of this. They had very specifically told everyone that weapons were not allowed. It was not cool that the prince thought he could just flout them, but she wasn't really surprised by that either. This was Irakles after all. In his world, rules were only a suggestion.
But this is our world, Maxie silently thought as she watched on at a distance because truth be told... she was too afraid to approach the scene on her own. Irakles was terrifying. He was villain cut from the cloth of the worst of the worst and he was a man to be feared when he was on a page, but now that he was here in the flesh? Yeah, there was no way Maxie was walking over there without some sort of backup.
So, it was a good thing she sorta had a knight character, even though his armor may be a little rusted.
"Timaeus." She called out, her voice rising above the din of the hall as she waved him over and motioned at the scene unfolding before them.
He didn't even blink twice before he was already making his way over.
Timaeus didn't quite understand everything that was going on. It was just too chaotic to follow everything that was happening here... wherever here was. That was a part that had confused him too. One second he had been home in Eubocris, working at his desk, before he felt a tug on his arm and here he was. It was very strange and yet very familiar all the same almost as if it had happened before, but he just didn't have the ability to recall when.
However, things began to click into place a little bit once he caught sight of the shorter girl in the weird t-shirt with her back turned to him. It was something he'd never seen before, but that image... it was familiar somehow. It brought to mind a song though it was nothing like he had ever heard before. Loud, chaotic, and very aggressive. If he had been more familiar with it, he might have liked it. Though probably not on the scale of this girl. He could just innately sense that she loved it.
Maxie. It finally made sense when she turned to him and he caught sight of her face. This was the person he sensed he needed to pay the closest attention to because he was a part of her. It was a weird thing to think and yet it all made sense. Timaeus's mind was very confused, to say the least.
When she waved him over, he didn't need to think twice. He sauntered over and stood next to her. It was an almost comical sight to see since Tim practically towered over the girl as their heights differed by nearly a foot. However, neither of them were laughing as they looked at the scene before them, the other woman demanding the old man hand over his battle axe. It was clear to him that she was another author, though he didn't know who she was directly. He looked down at the one he knew for sure and raised an eyebrow as if to silently ask what she wanted him to do.
She glanced between the ax and him, weighing the possible outcomes if she sent Tim in. Apparently, it wasn't worth the risk because then said, "Just... be our backup."
Tim nodded and watched as she walked away from him and said very boldly to Irakles, "You know the rules. No weapons. Hand 'em over."
Now the question was whether or not the older man would listen and what Tim would do if he decided not too. After all, he didn't want to end up being on the wrong end of that ax.
However, just in case he didn't get the message that he was outnumbered in this situation Tim not-so-helpfully added, "I'd listen to them if I were you."
What limited imagination.” Ares stood in the doorway, looking around. Eyes narrowed the moment they fell on the metal chairs and the snack station. “Vague music. Uncomfortable chairs.” In his bronze armor, the God Of War removed his helm and tucked it under his arm. His finely crafted armor gleamed radiant and perfect, and brought out the brilliant scarlet red of his chiton beneath.
With a wave of his hand, the world around them shimmered and dissolved, leaving them all in a white space of nothing. “That room was not fit for a mortal, much less a God. Take a seat.” Another wave of his hand dropped Kitsie, Maxie, Irakles, and Timaeus onto plush couches. He cocked his head to the side as he considered them all. “It is only appropriate to hold this meeting in Greece.”
Gulls cried in the distance. Endless water shimmered into existence around them. Beneath their feet, the white nothing became smooth, hard marble as huge columns rose up around them, stretching into the sky. Vines of ivy burst forth from the base of the columns, twisting and winding their way up, while sheer white curtains blanketed the tops of the pillars, creating an overhang beneath the roof of vines.
The airy room widened itself, conjuring low couches and broad cushions. Short tables laden with golden plates appeared. Bowls of oranges, figs, and grapes adorned each table. Triangular towers of silver and golden apples sprang into existence beside the bowls.
Into Kitsie, Irakles, Maxie, and Timaeus’s hands appeared goblets of wine. Ares smiled, looking around. “This is how a meeting should be held.” His eyes fell on Maxie again and his smile grew. “We do need music.” From behind him, five tall, ethereal women walked into the room, each carrying a lyre under her arm. They sat at the far end of the room and plucked at the strings. Music wafted over the group.
“No need to thank me for attending,” Ares sat down on the couch nearest to Irakles and handed him the battle axe. “You should keep this with you. Always.”
He turned his striking blue eyes to Timaeus, piercing the other. “I have not seen you in my temple recently. Is there anything you wish to say now? You may do so at my feet.” He snapped his fingers in a clear indication for Timaeus to kneel immediately. “I must say, your recent display of fear displeases me. I expect my followers to act like the Blood General. He is my true son.”
He looked to the right of the room. Another woman appeared, as lovely as the others. She wound her way to him, knelt on the couch beside him, and reached out for a cluster of grapes, settling them on her lap. Without seeming to be aware of anyone else, she fed the grapes to Ares, one by one.
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What limited imagination.” Ares stood in the doorway, looking around. Eyes narrowed the moment they fell on the metal chairs and the snack station. “Vague music. Uncomfortable chairs.” In his bronze armor, the God Of War removed his helm and tucked it under his arm. His finely crafted armor gleamed radiant and perfect, and brought out the brilliant scarlet red of his chiton beneath.
With a wave of his hand, the world around them shimmered and dissolved, leaving them all in a white space of nothing. “That room was not fit for a mortal, much less a God. Take a seat.” Another wave of his hand dropped Kitsie, Maxie, Irakles, and Timaeus onto plush couches. He cocked his head to the side as he considered them all. “It is only appropriate to hold this meeting in Greece.”
Gulls cried in the distance. Endless water shimmered into existence around them. Beneath their feet, the white nothing became smooth, hard marble as huge columns rose up around them, stretching into the sky. Vines of ivy burst forth from the base of the columns, twisting and winding their way up, while sheer white curtains blanketed the tops of the pillars, creating an overhang beneath the roof of vines.
The airy room widened itself, conjuring low couches and broad cushions. Short tables laden with golden plates appeared. Bowls of oranges, figs, and grapes adorned each table. Triangular towers of silver and golden apples sprang into existence beside the bowls.
Into Kitsie, Irakles, Maxie, and Timaeus’s hands appeared goblets of wine. Ares smiled, looking around. “This is how a meeting should be held.” His eyes fell on Maxie again and his smile grew. “We do need music.” From behind him, five tall, ethereal women walked into the room, each carrying a lyre under her arm. They sat at the far end of the room and plucked at the strings. Music wafted over the group.
“No need to thank me for attending,” Ares sat down on the couch nearest to Irakles and handed him the battle axe. “You should keep this with you. Always.”
He turned his striking blue eyes to Timaeus, piercing the other. “I have not seen you in my temple recently. Is there anything you wish to say now? You may do so at my feet.” He snapped his fingers in a clear indication for Timaeus to kneel immediately. “I must say, your recent display of fear displeases me. I expect my followers to act like the Blood General. He is my true son.”
He looked to the right of the room. Another woman appeared, as lovely as the others. She wound her way to him, knelt on the couch beside him, and reached out for a cluster of grapes, settling them on her lap. Without seeming to be aware of anyone else, she fed the grapes to Ares, one by one.
What limited imagination.” Ares stood in the doorway, looking around. Eyes narrowed the moment they fell on the metal chairs and the snack station. “Vague music. Uncomfortable chairs.” In his bronze armor, the God Of War removed his helm and tucked it under his arm. His finely crafted armor gleamed radiant and perfect, and brought out the brilliant scarlet red of his chiton beneath.
With a wave of his hand, the world around them shimmered and dissolved, leaving them all in a white space of nothing. “That room was not fit for a mortal, much less a God. Take a seat.” Another wave of his hand dropped Kitsie, Maxie, Irakles, and Timaeus onto plush couches. He cocked his head to the side as he considered them all. “It is only appropriate to hold this meeting in Greece.”
Gulls cried in the distance. Endless water shimmered into existence around them. Beneath their feet, the white nothing became smooth, hard marble as huge columns rose up around them, stretching into the sky. Vines of ivy burst forth from the base of the columns, twisting and winding their way up, while sheer white curtains blanketed the tops of the pillars, creating an overhang beneath the roof of vines.
The airy room widened itself, conjuring low couches and broad cushions. Short tables laden with golden plates appeared. Bowls of oranges, figs, and grapes adorned each table. Triangular towers of silver and golden apples sprang into existence beside the bowls.
Into Kitsie, Irakles, Maxie, and Timaeus’s hands appeared goblets of wine. Ares smiled, looking around. “This is how a meeting should be held.” His eyes fell on Maxie again and his smile grew. “We do need music.” From behind him, five tall, ethereal women walked into the room, each carrying a lyre under her arm. They sat at the far end of the room and plucked at the strings. Music wafted over the group.
“No need to thank me for attending,” Ares sat down on the couch nearest to Irakles and handed him the battle axe. “You should keep this with you. Always.”
He turned his striking blue eyes to Timaeus, piercing the other. “I have not seen you in my temple recently. Is there anything you wish to say now? You may do so at my feet.” He snapped his fingers in a clear indication for Timaeus to kneel immediately. “I must say, your recent display of fear displeases me. I expect my followers to act like the Blood General. He is my true son.”
He looked to the right of the room. Another woman appeared, as lovely as the others. She wound her way to him, knelt on the couch beside him, and reached out for a cluster of grapes, settling them on her lap. Without seeming to be aware of anyone else, she fed the grapes to Ares, one by one.
"Your need for blood is distasteful, Ares."
The voice was foreboding, a tone that sent an immediate chill as strong as the gust of wind that made the vines of ivy flutter, causing ripples in the endless water, making the white curtains wave in the wind. With the air so cold, it was as if it bit into one's skin. The wind brought with it the arrival of a God that was clad entirely in black. His snow pale skin, it stood out starkly against the black the chiton he wore. His figure was made all the more ominous with the black cloak that drifted to rest around his ankles.
Hades raised a brow at the younger God. "Always one for extravagant displays." His voice would send more chills to all who heard them. His eyes were onyx black, and held a million secrets in them, eyes which have seen many centuries of death and torture, and showed that he was used to it. His eyes glimmered in distaste at the show of indulgence that Ares had summoned. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, Hades whisked the white curtains away and had them replaced with black ones. The pleasant water that had lapped at the edges now turned ink black. Hades gave a satisfied smile at the changes, and then turned his gaze back to the apparently stunned mortals, to whom they had graced with their presence.
Four of them... and more, apparently. Not his scene. Trust Ares to get himself wound up in another party. With a heavy sigh, the God of the Underworld allowed his eyes to traversed the people gathered in the halls, studying everyone. And then his eyes fell on the one, and a slow smile crossed his lips. Since he was here... why not? His steps were slow, almost as if he was enjoying the torture. An indifferent gaze flickered slowly over the mortals, the very ones he had no care for. General or mere peasant, they all descended to him in the same way, regardless of who they were up here.
When a woman of Ares's bidding approached him, he waved a hand away. He did not enjoy those kind of attentions. Instead, his eyes had fallen on the commander he had caught sight of earlier, one he recognized to be a baron of a Colchian province... Eubocris, was it not?
A slow, sly smile curved Hades's lips upwards. It was not a common sight for the God of the Underworld to wear a smile. One that looked more conniving then joyful. He prowled closer to Timaeus, and ghosted his finger under the other's chin to tilt his gaze upwards so it met his own dark, onyxian depths. "Baron Timaeus..." his drawl was chilling, as was his touch. Ice cold to the other's skin, it matched his visage as a dweller in the Underworld. "Death is a friend, is it not?"
His chilling gaze slid across to the one who had been forced to sit next to Timaeus. Recognizing who this was immediately, Hades's smile grew. "And Prince Irakles." The dark god flickered to the battle axe that Ares had shoved in the Taengean general's hands, before returning back to Irakles's eyes. "I appreciate your contribution to the Underworld."
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"Your need for blood is distasteful, Ares."
The voice was foreboding, a tone that sent an immediate chill as strong as the gust of wind that made the vines of ivy flutter, causing ripples in the endless water, making the white curtains wave in the wind. With the air so cold, it was as if it bit into one's skin. The wind brought with it the arrival of a God that was clad entirely in black. His snow pale skin, it stood out starkly against the black the chiton he wore. His figure was made all the more ominous with the black cloak that drifted to rest around his ankles.
Hades raised a brow at the younger God. "Always one for extravagant displays." His voice would send more chills to all who heard them. His eyes were onyx black, and held a million secrets in them, eyes which have seen many centuries of death and torture, and showed that he was used to it. His eyes glimmered in distaste at the show of indulgence that Ares had summoned. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, Hades whisked the white curtains away and had them replaced with black ones. The pleasant water that had lapped at the edges now turned ink black. Hades gave a satisfied smile at the changes, and then turned his gaze back to the apparently stunned mortals, to whom they had graced with their presence.
Four of them... and more, apparently. Not his scene. Trust Ares to get himself wound up in another party. With a heavy sigh, the God of the Underworld allowed his eyes to traversed the people gathered in the halls, studying everyone. And then his eyes fell on the one, and a slow smile crossed his lips. Since he was here... why not? His steps were slow, almost as if he was enjoying the torture. An indifferent gaze flickered slowly over the mortals, the very ones he had no care for. General or mere peasant, they all descended to him in the same way, regardless of who they were up here.
When a woman of Ares's bidding approached him, he waved a hand away. He did not enjoy those kind of attentions. Instead, his eyes had fallen on the commander he had caught sight of earlier, one he recognized to be a baron of a Colchian province... Eubocris, was it not?
A slow, sly smile curved Hades's lips upwards. It was not a common sight for the God of the Underworld to wear a smile. One that looked more conniving then joyful. He prowled closer to Timaeus, and ghosted his finger under the other's chin to tilt his gaze upwards so it met his own dark, onyxian depths. "Baron Timaeus..." his drawl was chilling, as was his touch. Ice cold to the other's skin, it matched his visage as a dweller in the Underworld. "Death is a friend, is it not?"
His chilling gaze slid across to the one who had been forced to sit next to Timaeus. Recognizing who this was immediately, Hades's smile grew. "And Prince Irakles." The dark god flickered to the battle axe that Ares had shoved in the Taengean general's hands, before returning back to Irakles's eyes. "I appreciate your contribution to the Underworld."
"Your need for blood is distasteful, Ares."
The voice was foreboding, a tone that sent an immediate chill as strong as the gust of wind that made the vines of ivy flutter, causing ripples in the endless water, making the white curtains wave in the wind. With the air so cold, it was as if it bit into one's skin. The wind brought with it the arrival of a God that was clad entirely in black. His snow pale skin, it stood out starkly against the black the chiton he wore. His figure was made all the more ominous with the black cloak that drifted to rest around his ankles.
Hades raised a brow at the younger God. "Always one for extravagant displays." His voice would send more chills to all who heard them. His eyes were onyx black, and held a million secrets in them, eyes which have seen many centuries of death and torture, and showed that he was used to it. His eyes glimmered in distaste at the show of indulgence that Ares had summoned. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, Hades whisked the white curtains away and had them replaced with black ones. The pleasant water that had lapped at the edges now turned ink black. Hades gave a satisfied smile at the changes, and then turned his gaze back to the apparently stunned mortals, to whom they had graced with their presence.
Four of them... and more, apparently. Not his scene. Trust Ares to get himself wound up in another party. With a heavy sigh, the God of the Underworld allowed his eyes to traversed the people gathered in the halls, studying everyone. And then his eyes fell on the one, and a slow smile crossed his lips. Since he was here... why not? His steps were slow, almost as if he was enjoying the torture. An indifferent gaze flickered slowly over the mortals, the very ones he had no care for. General or mere peasant, they all descended to him in the same way, regardless of who they were up here.
When a woman of Ares's bidding approached him, he waved a hand away. He did not enjoy those kind of attentions. Instead, his eyes had fallen on the commander he had caught sight of earlier, one he recognized to be a baron of a Colchian province... Eubocris, was it not?
A slow, sly smile curved Hades's lips upwards. It was not a common sight for the God of the Underworld to wear a smile. One that looked more conniving then joyful. He prowled closer to Timaeus, and ghosted his finger under the other's chin to tilt his gaze upwards so it met his own dark, onyxian depths. "Baron Timaeus..." his drawl was chilling, as was his touch. Ice cold to the other's skin, it matched his visage as a dweller in the Underworld. "Death is a friend, is it not?"
His chilling gaze slid across to the one who had been forced to sit next to Timaeus. Recognizing who this was immediately, Hades's smile grew. "And Prince Irakles." The dark god flickered to the battle axe that Ares had shoved in the Taengean general's hands, before returning back to Irakles's eyes. "I appreciate your contribution to the Underworld."
For a moment as characters began to filter in, Maxie thought that everything might actually go well. Everyone seemed to be respecting the rules about no weapons... besides Irakles of course... and the others were all interacting with characters they normally wouldn't get spend time with otherwise. That seemed like the signs it was going to be a success right?
Then, of course, the gods decided to make their appearance.
Maxie at first didn't notice that Ares had entered the room, she was too busy focusing on that sharp battle ax Irakles was carrying. Then the room shifted and suddenly she was very aware that she was in the presence of a god. All four of them, along with whoever else had been in the room turned to see the God of War criticizing the event that the authors had planned.
And by god was he terrifying.
There aren't words to describe how imposing he was. All Maxie knew was that she was stunned into silence as the god with biceps bigger than her stomach spoke to them. His voice boomed throughout the empty space, echoing in her ears, and causing her stomach to drop in sheer terror. She could barely hear the words he was saying, all that she could make out was the power in his voice. He didn't even need to appear in the perfect armor. She instinctively knew that it was Ares.
Or perhaps it was Timaeus who alerted her to who he was. She knew him better than the back of her hand and because he was her creation, she could intuitively know what he was thinking and he most definitely recognized his main god.
Then they were all pushed back onto the couches by invisible hands, her and Timaeus a little too harshly in particular. Their landing was soft though as they found themselves on plush couches in a temple like environment. She could sense Danae's confusion on the other side of the room signaling that the others had been transported too. The whole thing made her feel nauseous and Ares smile to her didn't help. It was never good to see a god of war smile at you.
However, these feelings instantly were pushed aside to be replaced by disgust and extreme concern as the wine goblets appeared in her hand and she almost immediately discarded in on the table before them, dropping it with enough force to cause the purple liquid inside to splosh out of the sides, but it didn't tip. Her fingers closed into a fist as soon as the goblet was gone and she felt her own temper rising. She was never the best at keeping it in check and the sheer auras of anger and chaos rolling off the god were negatively affecting her.
"I don't drink." She said quietly and shortly, trying to mask the inevitable. Ares would probably know though.
This feeling only grew as Ares compelled Tim to kneel before him, something he couldn't deny. Dropping down to his knees, he didn't say a word as the god berated him for his fear, Maxie assumed that this was connected to Pick your Poison as this was the last place he had been terrified, and for not visiting his temple recently. The author knew that his continued silence was the best way to ensure that he would be okay. Ares was a harsh and unforgiving god. Pleads of mercy and defenses would fall on deaf ears. However, Timaeus was not one to do the smart thing.
His mouth moved to say something, but he was so terrified, kneeling before a god, who he had displeased, that he couldn't muster any noise. Maxie could see him trembling slightly and how he desperately tried to contain it, to hide it from the god who already found fault with his fear. His mind was filled with silent prayers to every other god to spare him, to save him, to do something. Maxie wanted to stand up and throw herself between Timaeus and Ares in order to protect her character, but she too was emotional to move as her rising anger and sheer terror kept her firmly in place.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, their fortunes took a turn for the worst.
In sauntered Hades, draining all the life and joy that possibly remained in the room. Some of the more cowardly characters moved closer to the walls, Danae included, as the god took in the scene and made some adjustments of his own. Maxie couldn't peel her eyes away from him. He commanded the room in a more terrifying way than Ares, if that was even possible.
Then he smiled in their direction and Maxie felt as if she was two moments away from dying even though she knew that the gods couldn't kill her as an author.
He made his way over to the five of them, almost like he was stalking his prey and immediately focused himself on the still-kneeling Timaeus. He had to be the only person not looking at the god as his eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. Not pleased with the lack of attention, the god reached out and used one cold finger to force Tim to look up at him.
Timaeus no longer could control his shaking as his greatest fear locked eyes with him. He was terrified of death, of losing his loved ones and here he was, unable to escape the grip of the king of the underworld. Maxie could hear a sob start deep within his chest as his eyes darted around wildly, seeing things that the rest of them couldn't as he choked out, "Pl...ease... No..."
To anyone else, it was a truly horrifying sight, but Maxie could tell what he was seeing adding a whole other level of sorrow to the scene. He was reliving the moment he was told his father died, the countless soldiers he saw fall on the battlefield, Nicomedes collapsing, Zanon stalking Silanos. Every terrible thing he had ever seen was flashing before his eyes. It caused both of their blood to go cold. All hope seeped out of the pair and loneliness of death crept in. They both wanted it to end. In that moment, they both wanted to sweet release of death if it meant they could escape this monster's grasp.
Then he said something that shook Maxie to her core, "Death is a friend is it not?"
The god's cold as ice jogged a memory within her. Those had been her words. She could clearly remember staying up to burn the midnight oil as she struggled to justify his actions in Take a Breath. She could clearly remember her words too. "But then again, what was one man who could easily be replaced to the baron who called death an old friend?"
She thought she had been so clever with how flowery it seemed and now her character was paying the price.
This is what spurred her into action.
"Enough." She said, barely above a whisper. No one heard her.
Try again.
"Enough!" She mustered as the anger from Ares flowed through her and beat back the fear from Ares. Still wasn't enough to grab the gods' attention.
One more time.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" This time her voice echoed throughout the space, drawing everyone's attention to her. Her screech fueled her with enough rage to take control of her mind and body again. Immediately she leaped into action and rushed over to stand between the gods and her still sobbing character. Her chest heaved as her eyes shifted between the two of them, almost daring them to try and hurt Tim again.
Before she got the chance, her mind went fuzzy and the rage turned her on Ares.
“He is human! He has emotions!” She yelled at the god with her voice conveying the disgust and disbelief she felt towards his actions. How could Ares find fault with her character because he had the audacity to show fear? Was the god really that far out of touch with the mortal world? "Good god! What would be the point if he didn't have fears? Do you not realize how boring that would be?"
Then she remembered the off-handed comment about Timaeus not being good enough in comparison to Vangelis. That made her blood boil even more than it already was. Comparing characters like that was not cool and the absolutely wrong thing to do to ANY author let alone the one idiot who'd scream at actual gods over it. "Oh, get off of your high horse Ares! Not every follower can be an Achilles incarnate!"
“And you,” She said sharply as she turned to the god of the underworld, “Don’t you dare torture him with my word choice!” Her fists clenched up as she recalled how empty he had made them feel. How hopeless they had been when he had tilted Timaeus's head up. How utterly drained and exhausted of life they had been. Almost as if... they were ready to die themselves. That was not something she was going to let Tim feel again if she could help it. "I thought it would be poetic. Very clearly, he's not actually your friend!"
"Goddammit this was supposed to be a happy thing!" She then screamed into the darkened space with the sound of the black ink waves lapping up against the marble, staining it like the table where the spilled wine was just soaking into the furniture. "We were supposed to Dr. Phil this schizz- Goof around. Not..." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words to say, but nothing came to her besides, "This!"
She could sense that she was about to shout something she would deeply regret. (As if all of this wasn't her signing her death warrant already.) So, Maxie forced herself to stop and take a deep breath in before she would face the situation again.
Looking between the two of them, Maxie mustered up the last of her courage before she’d dissolve into the anxious wreck she normally was, “Let me make this crystal clear. He is my character. Not your plaything.”
"While we're here, in this world, where I get to be side by side with them, the only one who can mess with his head is me. Not you,” The girl said as she turned to Ares and locked her eyes with his fiery gaze, “Or you,” Now Hades with his dark, empty gaze, “Or even you.” She ended as she pointed to the final goddess who had made her appearance. Then turning between all three of them she finished with a general blanket statement that would apply to everyone there; character, god, author. Everyone. "If you want to play here, we are playing nice. No torture, no physical fighting, no causing any sort of harm whatsoever!"
"Got it?"
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For a moment as characters began to filter in, Maxie thought that everything might actually go well. Everyone seemed to be respecting the rules about no weapons... besides Irakles of course... and the others were all interacting with characters they normally wouldn't get spend time with otherwise. That seemed like the signs it was going to be a success right?
Then, of course, the gods decided to make their appearance.
Maxie at first didn't notice that Ares had entered the room, she was too busy focusing on that sharp battle ax Irakles was carrying. Then the room shifted and suddenly she was very aware that she was in the presence of a god. All four of them, along with whoever else had been in the room turned to see the God of War criticizing the event that the authors had planned.
And by god was he terrifying.
There aren't words to describe how imposing he was. All Maxie knew was that she was stunned into silence as the god with biceps bigger than her stomach spoke to them. His voice boomed throughout the empty space, echoing in her ears, and causing her stomach to drop in sheer terror. She could barely hear the words he was saying, all that she could make out was the power in his voice. He didn't even need to appear in the perfect armor. She instinctively knew that it was Ares.
Or perhaps it was Timaeus who alerted her to who he was. She knew him better than the back of her hand and because he was her creation, she could intuitively know what he was thinking and he most definitely recognized his main god.
Then they were all pushed back onto the couches by invisible hands, her and Timaeus a little too harshly in particular. Their landing was soft though as they found themselves on plush couches in a temple like environment. She could sense Danae's confusion on the other side of the room signaling that the others had been transported too. The whole thing made her feel nauseous and Ares smile to her didn't help. It was never good to see a god of war smile at you.
However, these feelings instantly were pushed aside to be replaced by disgust and extreme concern as the wine goblets appeared in her hand and she almost immediately discarded in on the table before them, dropping it with enough force to cause the purple liquid inside to splosh out of the sides, but it didn't tip. Her fingers closed into a fist as soon as the goblet was gone and she felt her own temper rising. She was never the best at keeping it in check and the sheer auras of anger and chaos rolling off the god were negatively affecting her.
"I don't drink." She said quietly and shortly, trying to mask the inevitable. Ares would probably know though.
This feeling only grew as Ares compelled Tim to kneel before him, something he couldn't deny. Dropping down to his knees, he didn't say a word as the god berated him for his fear, Maxie assumed that this was connected to Pick your Poison as this was the last place he had been terrified, and for not visiting his temple recently. The author knew that his continued silence was the best way to ensure that he would be okay. Ares was a harsh and unforgiving god. Pleads of mercy and defenses would fall on deaf ears. However, Timaeus was not one to do the smart thing.
His mouth moved to say something, but he was so terrified, kneeling before a god, who he had displeased, that he couldn't muster any noise. Maxie could see him trembling slightly and how he desperately tried to contain it, to hide it from the god who already found fault with his fear. His mind was filled with silent prayers to every other god to spare him, to save him, to do something. Maxie wanted to stand up and throw herself between Timaeus and Ares in order to protect her character, but she too was emotional to move as her rising anger and sheer terror kept her firmly in place.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, their fortunes took a turn for the worst.
In sauntered Hades, draining all the life and joy that possibly remained in the room. Some of the more cowardly characters moved closer to the walls, Danae included, as the god took in the scene and made some adjustments of his own. Maxie couldn't peel her eyes away from him. He commanded the room in a more terrifying way than Ares, if that was even possible.
Then he smiled in their direction and Maxie felt as if she was two moments away from dying even though she knew that the gods couldn't kill her as an author.
He made his way over to the five of them, almost like he was stalking his prey and immediately focused himself on the still-kneeling Timaeus. He had to be the only person not looking at the god as his eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. Not pleased with the lack of attention, the god reached out and used one cold finger to force Tim to look up at him.
Timaeus no longer could control his shaking as his greatest fear locked eyes with him. He was terrified of death, of losing his loved ones and here he was, unable to escape the grip of the king of the underworld. Maxie could hear a sob start deep within his chest as his eyes darted around wildly, seeing things that the rest of them couldn't as he choked out, "Pl...ease... No..."
To anyone else, it was a truly horrifying sight, but Maxie could tell what he was seeing adding a whole other level of sorrow to the scene. He was reliving the moment he was told his father died, the countless soldiers he saw fall on the battlefield, Nicomedes collapsing, Zanon stalking Silanos. Every terrible thing he had ever seen was flashing before his eyes. It caused both of their blood to go cold. All hope seeped out of the pair and loneliness of death crept in. They both wanted it to end. In that moment, they both wanted to sweet release of death if it meant they could escape this monster's grasp.
Then he said something that shook Maxie to her core, "Death is a friend is it not?"
The god's cold as ice jogged a memory within her. Those had been her words. She could clearly remember staying up to burn the midnight oil as she struggled to justify his actions in Take a Breath. She could clearly remember her words too. "But then again, what was one man who could easily be replaced to the baron who called death an old friend?"
She thought she had been so clever with how flowery it seemed and now her character was paying the price.
This is what spurred her into action.
"Enough." She said, barely above a whisper. No one heard her.
Try again.
"Enough!" She mustered as the anger from Ares flowed through her and beat back the fear from Ares. Still wasn't enough to grab the gods' attention.
One more time.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" This time her voice echoed throughout the space, drawing everyone's attention to her. Her screech fueled her with enough rage to take control of her mind and body again. Immediately she leaped into action and rushed over to stand between the gods and her still sobbing character. Her chest heaved as her eyes shifted between the two of them, almost daring them to try and hurt Tim again.
Before she got the chance, her mind went fuzzy and the rage turned her on Ares.
“He is human! He has emotions!” She yelled at the god with her voice conveying the disgust and disbelief she felt towards his actions. How could Ares find fault with her character because he had the audacity to show fear? Was the god really that far out of touch with the mortal world? "Good god! What would be the point if he didn't have fears? Do you not realize how boring that would be?"
Then she remembered the off-handed comment about Timaeus not being good enough in comparison to Vangelis. That made her blood boil even more than it already was. Comparing characters like that was not cool and the absolutely wrong thing to do to ANY author let alone the one idiot who'd scream at actual gods over it. "Oh, get off of your high horse Ares! Not every follower can be an Achilles incarnate!"
“And you,” She said sharply as she turned to the god of the underworld, “Don’t you dare torture him with my word choice!” Her fists clenched up as she recalled how empty he had made them feel. How hopeless they had been when he had tilted Timaeus's head up. How utterly drained and exhausted of life they had been. Almost as if... they were ready to die themselves. That was not something she was going to let Tim feel again if she could help it. "I thought it would be poetic. Very clearly, he's not actually your friend!"
"Goddammit this was supposed to be a happy thing!" She then screamed into the darkened space with the sound of the black ink waves lapping up against the marble, staining it like the table where the spilled wine was just soaking into the furniture. "We were supposed to Dr. Phil this schizz- Goof around. Not..." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words to say, but nothing came to her besides, "This!"
She could sense that she was about to shout something she would deeply regret. (As if all of this wasn't her signing her death warrant already.) So, Maxie forced herself to stop and take a deep breath in before she would face the situation again.
Looking between the two of them, Maxie mustered up the last of her courage before she’d dissolve into the anxious wreck she normally was, “Let me make this crystal clear. He is my character. Not your plaything.”
"While we're here, in this world, where I get to be side by side with them, the only one who can mess with his head is me. Not you,” The girl said as she turned to Ares and locked her eyes with his fiery gaze, “Or you,” Now Hades with his dark, empty gaze, “Or even you.” She ended as she pointed to the final goddess who had made her appearance. Then turning between all three of them she finished with a general blanket statement that would apply to everyone there; character, god, author. Everyone. "If you want to play here, we are playing nice. No torture, no physical fighting, no causing any sort of harm whatsoever!"
"Got it?"
For a moment as characters began to filter in, Maxie thought that everything might actually go well. Everyone seemed to be respecting the rules about no weapons... besides Irakles of course... and the others were all interacting with characters they normally wouldn't get spend time with otherwise. That seemed like the signs it was going to be a success right?
Then, of course, the gods decided to make their appearance.
Maxie at first didn't notice that Ares had entered the room, she was too busy focusing on that sharp battle ax Irakles was carrying. Then the room shifted and suddenly she was very aware that she was in the presence of a god. All four of them, along with whoever else had been in the room turned to see the God of War criticizing the event that the authors had planned.
And by god was he terrifying.
There aren't words to describe how imposing he was. All Maxie knew was that she was stunned into silence as the god with biceps bigger than her stomach spoke to them. His voice boomed throughout the empty space, echoing in her ears, and causing her stomach to drop in sheer terror. She could barely hear the words he was saying, all that she could make out was the power in his voice. He didn't even need to appear in the perfect armor. She instinctively knew that it was Ares.
Or perhaps it was Timaeus who alerted her to who he was. She knew him better than the back of her hand and because he was her creation, she could intuitively know what he was thinking and he most definitely recognized his main god.
Then they were all pushed back onto the couches by invisible hands, her and Timaeus a little too harshly in particular. Their landing was soft though as they found themselves on plush couches in a temple like environment. She could sense Danae's confusion on the other side of the room signaling that the others had been transported too. The whole thing made her feel nauseous and Ares smile to her didn't help. It was never good to see a god of war smile at you.
However, these feelings instantly were pushed aside to be replaced by disgust and extreme concern as the wine goblets appeared in her hand and she almost immediately discarded in on the table before them, dropping it with enough force to cause the purple liquid inside to splosh out of the sides, but it didn't tip. Her fingers closed into a fist as soon as the goblet was gone and she felt her own temper rising. She was never the best at keeping it in check and the sheer auras of anger and chaos rolling off the god were negatively affecting her.
"I don't drink." She said quietly and shortly, trying to mask the inevitable. Ares would probably know though.
This feeling only grew as Ares compelled Tim to kneel before him, something he couldn't deny. Dropping down to his knees, he didn't say a word as the god berated him for his fear, Maxie assumed that this was connected to Pick your Poison as this was the last place he had been terrified, and for not visiting his temple recently. The author knew that his continued silence was the best way to ensure that he would be okay. Ares was a harsh and unforgiving god. Pleads of mercy and defenses would fall on deaf ears. However, Timaeus was not one to do the smart thing.
His mouth moved to say something, but he was so terrified, kneeling before a god, who he had displeased, that he couldn't muster any noise. Maxie could see him trembling slightly and how he desperately tried to contain it, to hide it from the god who already found fault with his fear. His mind was filled with silent prayers to every other god to spare him, to save him, to do something. Maxie wanted to stand up and throw herself between Timaeus and Ares in order to protect her character, but she too was emotional to move as her rising anger and sheer terror kept her firmly in place.
Just when it seemed all hope was lost, their fortunes took a turn for the worst.
In sauntered Hades, draining all the life and joy that possibly remained in the room. Some of the more cowardly characters moved closer to the walls, Danae included, as the god took in the scene and made some adjustments of his own. Maxie couldn't peel her eyes away from him. He commanded the room in a more terrifying way than Ares, if that was even possible.
Then he smiled in their direction and Maxie felt as if she was two moments away from dying even though she knew that the gods couldn't kill her as an author.
He made his way over to the five of them, almost like he was stalking his prey and immediately focused himself on the still-kneeling Timaeus. He had to be the only person not looking at the god as his eyes were firmly fixed on the floor. Not pleased with the lack of attention, the god reached out and used one cold finger to force Tim to look up at him.
Timaeus no longer could control his shaking as his greatest fear locked eyes with him. He was terrified of death, of losing his loved ones and here he was, unable to escape the grip of the king of the underworld. Maxie could hear a sob start deep within his chest as his eyes darted around wildly, seeing things that the rest of them couldn't as he choked out, "Pl...ease... No..."
To anyone else, it was a truly horrifying sight, but Maxie could tell what he was seeing adding a whole other level of sorrow to the scene. He was reliving the moment he was told his father died, the countless soldiers he saw fall on the battlefield, Nicomedes collapsing, Zanon stalking Silanos. Every terrible thing he had ever seen was flashing before his eyes. It caused both of their blood to go cold. All hope seeped out of the pair and loneliness of death crept in. They both wanted it to end. In that moment, they both wanted to sweet release of death if it meant they could escape this monster's grasp.
Then he said something that shook Maxie to her core, "Death is a friend is it not?"
The god's cold as ice jogged a memory within her. Those had been her words. She could clearly remember staying up to burn the midnight oil as she struggled to justify his actions in Take a Breath. She could clearly remember her words too. "But then again, what was one man who could easily be replaced to the baron who called death an old friend?"
She thought she had been so clever with how flowery it seemed and now her character was paying the price.
This is what spurred her into action.
"Enough." She said, barely above a whisper. No one heard her.
Try again.
"Enough!" She mustered as the anger from Ares flowed through her and beat back the fear from Ares. Still wasn't enough to grab the gods' attention.
One more time.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" This time her voice echoed throughout the space, drawing everyone's attention to her. Her screech fueled her with enough rage to take control of her mind and body again. Immediately she leaped into action and rushed over to stand between the gods and her still sobbing character. Her chest heaved as her eyes shifted between the two of them, almost daring them to try and hurt Tim again.
Before she got the chance, her mind went fuzzy and the rage turned her on Ares.
“He is human! He has emotions!” She yelled at the god with her voice conveying the disgust and disbelief she felt towards his actions. How could Ares find fault with her character because he had the audacity to show fear? Was the god really that far out of touch with the mortal world? "Good god! What would be the point if he didn't have fears? Do you not realize how boring that would be?"
Then she remembered the off-handed comment about Timaeus not being good enough in comparison to Vangelis. That made her blood boil even more than it already was. Comparing characters like that was not cool and the absolutely wrong thing to do to ANY author let alone the one idiot who'd scream at actual gods over it. "Oh, get off of your high horse Ares! Not every follower can be an Achilles incarnate!"
“And you,” She said sharply as she turned to the god of the underworld, “Don’t you dare torture him with my word choice!” Her fists clenched up as she recalled how empty he had made them feel. How hopeless they had been when he had tilted Timaeus's head up. How utterly drained and exhausted of life they had been. Almost as if... they were ready to die themselves. That was not something she was going to let Tim feel again if she could help it. "I thought it would be poetic. Very clearly, he's not actually your friend!"
"Goddammit this was supposed to be a happy thing!" She then screamed into the darkened space with the sound of the black ink waves lapping up against the marble, staining it like the table where the spilled wine was just soaking into the furniture. "We were supposed to Dr. Phil this schizz- Goof around. Not..." She paused for a moment, searching for the right words to say, but nothing came to her besides, "This!"
She could sense that she was about to shout something she would deeply regret. (As if all of this wasn't her signing her death warrant already.) So, Maxie forced herself to stop and take a deep breath in before she would face the situation again.
Looking between the two of them, Maxie mustered up the last of her courage before she’d dissolve into the anxious wreck she normally was, “Let me make this crystal clear. He is my character. Not your plaything.”
"While we're here, in this world, where I get to be side by side with them, the only one who can mess with his head is me. Not you,” The girl said as she turned to Ares and locked her eyes with his fiery gaze, “Or you,” Now Hades with his dark, empty gaze, “Or even you.” She ended as she pointed to the final goddess who had made her appearance. Then turning between all three of them she finished with a general blanket statement that would apply to everyone there; character, god, author. Everyone. "If you want to play here, we are playing nice. No torture, no physical fighting, no causing any sort of harm whatsoever!"
"Got it?"
She really needed to keep a tighter rein on this old man of hers - out of all her characters, Irakles was probably the hardest to manage. With a mind of his own and a will stronger then steel, there were scarce few who would succeed in telling Irakles what to do. Luckily, Kitsie was a rare few. Mostly because she had been his creator, so he could scarcely deny her, but it was not without much reluctance.
As Maxie came over, the atheletic girl gave a grin to her friend, and a thankful look to Timaeus (she really thought Maxie's character quite handsome, really. But then again, all of the ones in the room had their share of great looks - that tended to happen when one searched for models or actors to play the part), before turning back to Irakles and his stubborn features, intention clear in her eyes.
Now, he would have been inclined to listen to his creator... had the little commander from Eubocris not decided to butt in. The moment Timaeus addressed Irakles, the proud and well-decorated general's eyes flashed with indignance, and his grip tightened around his axe. Ready to just brush all three of them off, he had not even gotten a word out when the strong voice reverberated around the large hall they were in, and the next thing they knew, all of them were thrusted in to a different place, where tall pillars and lapping waters immediately reminded Irakles of home - much more comfortable, really. He had not really liked the enclosed large area his creator had dragged him to.
Kitsie gazed wildly around, hands gripping Maxie as she stared at the imposing, tall figure of the God of War entering, and pretty much shoving them all in to seats they had not taken, ensuring Irakles's battle axe remained by his side. Wrinkling her nose at the wine (she had never enjoyed alcohol), the girl gingerly placed the chalice down, and then blinked in surprise when a colder, chillier gust of wind blew, and another one popped in seemingly out of nowhere. "Did... we plan for this, Maxie?" the girl whispered surreptiously, shrinking back as the God of Lost Souls prowled up to them, addressing Timaeus first before her own. It was obvious that while Irakles watched Ares with the sense of pride and reverence, Hades was not given the same feelings - the dark God did wield over the land of the dead afterall.
Kitsie narrowed her eyes at Irakles. "Contribution?" she muttered, rolling her eyes and flickering it back when yet at third goddess came in - Aphrodite? Since when did she attended such events?
And then Maxie had decided to go off her rocker - at the Gods, even. Gulping as she launched into her tirade, Kitsie finally managed to jump up when the smaller one had finished her word vomit, running over to grab the other by her arm and tugging her warningly. "For Christ sake Maxie, they are gods. Do you want them to obliterate you?" she hissed in the other's ear, scowling when Nike started towards her. The female commander had a protective streak a mile long - but Kitsie did not want the other in trouble now.
Instead, she waved her other characters away, and tugged at Maxie to stand down. "Go and talk some sense into Tim, go." she murmured, before flashing what she hoped was a dazzling smile at Ares... pointedly trying to not shiver at the closeness of Hades. Ares, she could deal with. Life, blood... terrifying anxiety. Not death. Not the cold fingers that stole away the presence of her loved ones, never to be seen again. Steeling herself with a deep breathe, the small Asian girl rocked on her heels with a hopeful smile. "What she meant," she flashed a warning glance at Maxie to shut up, before continuing, "Was that we're here to help some of our characters through... certain emotions. We would greatly appreciate it if they were left alone... for once, oh Great Lord Ares?"
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She really needed to keep a tighter rein on this old man of hers - out of all her characters, Irakles was probably the hardest to manage. With a mind of his own and a will stronger then steel, there were scarce few who would succeed in telling Irakles what to do. Luckily, Kitsie was a rare few. Mostly because she had been his creator, so he could scarcely deny her, but it was not without much reluctance.
As Maxie came over, the atheletic girl gave a grin to her friend, and a thankful look to Timaeus (she really thought Maxie's character quite handsome, really. But then again, all of the ones in the room had their share of great looks - that tended to happen when one searched for models or actors to play the part), before turning back to Irakles and his stubborn features, intention clear in her eyes.
Now, he would have been inclined to listen to his creator... had the little commander from Eubocris not decided to butt in. The moment Timaeus addressed Irakles, the proud and well-decorated general's eyes flashed with indignance, and his grip tightened around his axe. Ready to just brush all three of them off, he had not even gotten a word out when the strong voice reverberated around the large hall they were in, and the next thing they knew, all of them were thrusted in to a different place, where tall pillars and lapping waters immediately reminded Irakles of home - much more comfortable, really. He had not really liked the enclosed large area his creator had dragged him to.
Kitsie gazed wildly around, hands gripping Maxie as she stared at the imposing, tall figure of the God of War entering, and pretty much shoving them all in to seats they had not taken, ensuring Irakles's battle axe remained by his side. Wrinkling her nose at the wine (she had never enjoyed alcohol), the girl gingerly placed the chalice down, and then blinked in surprise when a colder, chillier gust of wind blew, and another one popped in seemingly out of nowhere. "Did... we plan for this, Maxie?" the girl whispered surreptiously, shrinking back as the God of Lost Souls prowled up to them, addressing Timaeus first before her own. It was obvious that while Irakles watched Ares with the sense of pride and reverence, Hades was not given the same feelings - the dark God did wield over the land of the dead afterall.
Kitsie narrowed her eyes at Irakles. "Contribution?" she muttered, rolling her eyes and flickering it back when yet at third goddess came in - Aphrodite? Since when did she attended such events?
And then Maxie had decided to go off her rocker - at the Gods, even. Gulping as she launched into her tirade, Kitsie finally managed to jump up when the smaller one had finished her word vomit, running over to grab the other by her arm and tugging her warningly. "For Christ sake Maxie, they are gods. Do you want them to obliterate you?" she hissed in the other's ear, scowling when Nike started towards her. The female commander had a protective streak a mile long - but Kitsie did not want the other in trouble now.
Instead, she waved her other characters away, and tugged at Maxie to stand down. "Go and talk some sense into Tim, go." she murmured, before flashing what she hoped was a dazzling smile at Ares... pointedly trying to not shiver at the closeness of Hades. Ares, she could deal with. Life, blood... terrifying anxiety. Not death. Not the cold fingers that stole away the presence of her loved ones, never to be seen again. Steeling herself with a deep breathe, the small Asian girl rocked on her heels with a hopeful smile. "What she meant," she flashed a warning glance at Maxie to shut up, before continuing, "Was that we're here to help some of our characters through... certain emotions. We would greatly appreciate it if they were left alone... for once, oh Great Lord Ares?"
She really needed to keep a tighter rein on this old man of hers - out of all her characters, Irakles was probably the hardest to manage. With a mind of his own and a will stronger then steel, there were scarce few who would succeed in telling Irakles what to do. Luckily, Kitsie was a rare few. Mostly because she had been his creator, so he could scarcely deny her, but it was not without much reluctance.
As Maxie came over, the atheletic girl gave a grin to her friend, and a thankful look to Timaeus (she really thought Maxie's character quite handsome, really. But then again, all of the ones in the room had their share of great looks - that tended to happen when one searched for models or actors to play the part), before turning back to Irakles and his stubborn features, intention clear in her eyes.
Now, he would have been inclined to listen to his creator... had the little commander from Eubocris not decided to butt in. The moment Timaeus addressed Irakles, the proud and well-decorated general's eyes flashed with indignance, and his grip tightened around his axe. Ready to just brush all three of them off, he had not even gotten a word out when the strong voice reverberated around the large hall they were in, and the next thing they knew, all of them were thrusted in to a different place, where tall pillars and lapping waters immediately reminded Irakles of home - much more comfortable, really. He had not really liked the enclosed large area his creator had dragged him to.
Kitsie gazed wildly around, hands gripping Maxie as she stared at the imposing, tall figure of the God of War entering, and pretty much shoving them all in to seats they had not taken, ensuring Irakles's battle axe remained by his side. Wrinkling her nose at the wine (she had never enjoyed alcohol), the girl gingerly placed the chalice down, and then blinked in surprise when a colder, chillier gust of wind blew, and another one popped in seemingly out of nowhere. "Did... we plan for this, Maxie?" the girl whispered surreptiously, shrinking back as the God of Lost Souls prowled up to them, addressing Timaeus first before her own. It was obvious that while Irakles watched Ares with the sense of pride and reverence, Hades was not given the same feelings - the dark God did wield over the land of the dead afterall.
Kitsie narrowed her eyes at Irakles. "Contribution?" she muttered, rolling her eyes and flickering it back when yet at third goddess came in - Aphrodite? Since when did she attended such events?
And then Maxie had decided to go off her rocker - at the Gods, even. Gulping as she launched into her tirade, Kitsie finally managed to jump up when the smaller one had finished her word vomit, running over to grab the other by her arm and tugging her warningly. "For Christ sake Maxie, they are gods. Do you want them to obliterate you?" she hissed in the other's ear, scowling when Nike started towards her. The female commander had a protective streak a mile long - but Kitsie did not want the other in trouble now.
Instead, she waved her other characters away, and tugged at Maxie to stand down. "Go and talk some sense into Tim, go." she murmured, before flashing what she hoped was a dazzling smile at Ares... pointedly trying to not shiver at the closeness of Hades. Ares, she could deal with. Life, blood... terrifying anxiety. Not death. Not the cold fingers that stole away the presence of her loved ones, never to be seen again. Steeling herself with a deep breathe, the small Asian girl rocked on her heels with a hopeful smile. "What she meant," she flashed a warning glance at Maxie to shut up, before continuing, "Was that we're here to help some of our characters through... certain emotions. We would greatly appreciate it if they were left alone... for once, oh Great Lord Ares?"
She was smaller than most, wearing her black yoga pants and a grey baggy sweater, Athene stood quietly in the back of the room as everyone had filtered in. She was usually the quiet one, speaking mostly when she was excited about something or felt like she did something wrong, still learning on not to say sorry to everything. Looking around the growing group though, she was smiling as she felt a wash of pure comfort here, laughing when Kitsie got onto Irakles about his weapons.
It was then that she looked over at Asia, eyeing her a moment, "Did YOU bring any weapons?" There they both stood, one looking up at the other with a look of almost amusement while the other one fidgeted nervously, looking like she was up to something that she shouldn't be. Or even worse, in Athene's opinion, that she didn't listen and actually brought her dagger along anyways.
Not that she would blame her, Asia never went anywhere without it. "No, why would I have any weapons on me? You told me that I had to leave them at home.." Asia was dressed in her favorite light blue chiton, though this one was floor length since she didn't anticipate going running through the woods any time soon.
Just as Athene was about to look behind Asia to see if she snuck her dagger in on her belt, the gods started to show up. Watching the scenery change, Athene closed her eyes as the smell and sound of the ocean enveloped her. The ocean, her favorite place in the whole world, a place of peace and power. Now, she felt even more at home as she leaned against the greek-style column appeared. "For a moment there, it felt like we were in the matrix." As she commented, she looked back around to see how Asia was taking it all in, only to find that Asia was gone.
"Asia?!" The sound of someone calling her name barely registered as she looked over at Ares in awe, slowly making her way over to him as if she were a fangirl meeting her star crush. He was the god that her whole family had worshipped, to her knowledge, and she often prayed to him to give her brothers strength during battles. Right now, she was admiring his shield and armor, wondering if she could even lift it or even his sword and use it when she snuck into the soldiers' area and practiced with them without them knowing it was her? She bet that she could beat everyone if she had a sword that was once Ares.
Asia was in awe and complete admiration at the thought of actually being able to meet Ares. Was he as bad as they said he was? Looking around at the new setting, she was inclined to disagree with them. Though, granted, they also were not at war either. She was sure that during battle, he would be an awe inspiring sight to behold.
Looking up as if in a daze as Hades came in, commenting to his nephew at his extravagance, Asia gave him a full smile even as she shivered in the sudden cold. Here was the god that almost took her brother but didn't. He left him alive and she didn't have to go make any weird and possibly detrimental deals with him to bring her brother back. Just as the thought hit her, Asia dropped in her lowest curtsy yet with her head bowed slightly in a way to show the utmost thanks and respect before rising up again slowly. "Thank you for not taking my brother's life Hades, and thank you, Ares, for giving him the strength to survive."
It was what she dreamed of doing, hoping that she could get her chance to thank them both, while Athene in the background had her palm planted against her forehead. "Asia.. we have time to do that in a moment.. wanna come and sit down?" Looking to the others as she sits near Kitsie, silently apologizing to her and Maxie, "So sorry.." as she ducks her head and hides her face.
Just as she looked away, a warm breeze filled the room and another god appeared. As Asia watched the woman next to Ares' feet grow old, the vines filling the room as flowers appeared everywhere, she scrambled back and hid behind Athene. Aphrodite, the one goddess that Asia feared because she was afraid of all things coupley.
After watching Zanon fight with his wife so much, watching him scowl at her for years, and hear how much he doubted and disliked her, Asia never wanted anything to do with love. Her only consolation that it couldn't be all bad was her parents. Athene couldn't stop her giggle as Asia moved to sit on her other side, looking like she was on her best behavior when usually she wasn't.
When all Aphrodite's attendants appeared, Asia's blush grew brighter at the sight of all the skin, not even sure on what all to do as she curled her legs up and hid her face against her knees from everything. Hide or fight, and Asia didn't think she would win any battles today. Athene could only mumble as the sight of all the people filled the area, "I guess it is a good thing we are no longer inside, otherwise that room would be cramped as anything.." It was then that she watched Maxie get up and start yelling at the gods, looking at her in wide-eyed awe at her bravery.
Even Athanasia looked surprised, and almost as if Maxie was her new favorite hero, as Kitsie came to calm everything down as she played peace-maker. This was all new to Athene and even Asia, wondering just what may happen next as they both kept their mouths shut to see what would happen next. As Asia turned her head though, she could see Nike try to storm in, making her smile in greeting and wave to her friend before Athene grabbed her hand and made her pay attention to what all was going on.
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She was smaller than most, wearing her black yoga pants and a grey baggy sweater, Athene stood quietly in the back of the room as everyone had filtered in. She was usually the quiet one, speaking mostly when she was excited about something or felt like she did something wrong, still learning on not to say sorry to everything. Looking around the growing group though, she was smiling as she felt a wash of pure comfort here, laughing when Kitsie got onto Irakles about his weapons.
It was then that she looked over at Asia, eyeing her a moment, "Did YOU bring any weapons?" There they both stood, one looking up at the other with a look of almost amusement while the other one fidgeted nervously, looking like she was up to something that she shouldn't be. Or even worse, in Athene's opinion, that she didn't listen and actually brought her dagger along anyways.
Not that she would blame her, Asia never went anywhere without it. "No, why would I have any weapons on me? You told me that I had to leave them at home.." Asia was dressed in her favorite light blue chiton, though this one was floor length since she didn't anticipate going running through the woods any time soon.
Just as Athene was about to look behind Asia to see if she snuck her dagger in on her belt, the gods started to show up. Watching the scenery change, Athene closed her eyes as the smell and sound of the ocean enveloped her. The ocean, her favorite place in the whole world, a place of peace and power. Now, she felt even more at home as she leaned against the greek-style column appeared. "For a moment there, it felt like we were in the matrix." As she commented, she looked back around to see how Asia was taking it all in, only to find that Asia was gone.
"Asia?!" The sound of someone calling her name barely registered as she looked over at Ares in awe, slowly making her way over to him as if she were a fangirl meeting her star crush. He was the god that her whole family had worshipped, to her knowledge, and she often prayed to him to give her brothers strength during battles. Right now, she was admiring his shield and armor, wondering if she could even lift it or even his sword and use it when she snuck into the soldiers' area and practiced with them without them knowing it was her? She bet that she could beat everyone if she had a sword that was once Ares.
Asia was in awe and complete admiration at the thought of actually being able to meet Ares. Was he as bad as they said he was? Looking around at the new setting, she was inclined to disagree with them. Though, granted, they also were not at war either. She was sure that during battle, he would be an awe inspiring sight to behold.
Looking up as if in a daze as Hades came in, commenting to his nephew at his extravagance, Asia gave him a full smile even as she shivered in the sudden cold. Here was the god that almost took her brother but didn't. He left him alive and she didn't have to go make any weird and possibly detrimental deals with him to bring her brother back. Just as the thought hit her, Asia dropped in her lowest curtsy yet with her head bowed slightly in a way to show the utmost thanks and respect before rising up again slowly. "Thank you for not taking my brother's life Hades, and thank you, Ares, for giving him the strength to survive."
It was what she dreamed of doing, hoping that she could get her chance to thank them both, while Athene in the background had her palm planted against her forehead. "Asia.. we have time to do that in a moment.. wanna come and sit down?" Looking to the others as she sits near Kitsie, silently apologizing to her and Maxie, "So sorry.." as she ducks her head and hides her face.
Just as she looked away, a warm breeze filled the room and another god appeared. As Asia watched the woman next to Ares' feet grow old, the vines filling the room as flowers appeared everywhere, she scrambled back and hid behind Athene. Aphrodite, the one goddess that Asia feared because she was afraid of all things coupley.
After watching Zanon fight with his wife so much, watching him scowl at her for years, and hear how much he doubted and disliked her, Asia never wanted anything to do with love. Her only consolation that it couldn't be all bad was her parents. Athene couldn't stop her giggle as Asia moved to sit on her other side, looking like she was on her best behavior when usually she wasn't.
When all Aphrodite's attendants appeared, Asia's blush grew brighter at the sight of all the skin, not even sure on what all to do as she curled her legs up and hid her face against her knees from everything. Hide or fight, and Asia didn't think she would win any battles today. Athene could only mumble as the sight of all the people filled the area, "I guess it is a good thing we are no longer inside, otherwise that room would be cramped as anything.." It was then that she watched Maxie get up and start yelling at the gods, looking at her in wide-eyed awe at her bravery.
Even Athanasia looked surprised, and almost as if Maxie was her new favorite hero, as Kitsie came to calm everything down as she played peace-maker. This was all new to Athene and even Asia, wondering just what may happen next as they both kept their mouths shut to see what would happen next. As Asia turned her head though, she could see Nike try to storm in, making her smile in greeting and wave to her friend before Athene grabbed her hand and made her pay attention to what all was going on.
She was smaller than most, wearing her black yoga pants and a grey baggy sweater, Athene stood quietly in the back of the room as everyone had filtered in. She was usually the quiet one, speaking mostly when she was excited about something or felt like she did something wrong, still learning on not to say sorry to everything. Looking around the growing group though, she was smiling as she felt a wash of pure comfort here, laughing when Kitsie got onto Irakles about his weapons.
It was then that she looked over at Asia, eyeing her a moment, "Did YOU bring any weapons?" There they both stood, one looking up at the other with a look of almost amusement while the other one fidgeted nervously, looking like she was up to something that she shouldn't be. Or even worse, in Athene's opinion, that she didn't listen and actually brought her dagger along anyways.
Not that she would blame her, Asia never went anywhere without it. "No, why would I have any weapons on me? You told me that I had to leave them at home.." Asia was dressed in her favorite light blue chiton, though this one was floor length since she didn't anticipate going running through the woods any time soon.
Just as Athene was about to look behind Asia to see if she snuck her dagger in on her belt, the gods started to show up. Watching the scenery change, Athene closed her eyes as the smell and sound of the ocean enveloped her. The ocean, her favorite place in the whole world, a place of peace and power. Now, she felt even more at home as she leaned against the greek-style column appeared. "For a moment there, it felt like we were in the matrix." As she commented, she looked back around to see how Asia was taking it all in, only to find that Asia was gone.
"Asia?!" The sound of someone calling her name barely registered as she looked over at Ares in awe, slowly making her way over to him as if she were a fangirl meeting her star crush. He was the god that her whole family had worshipped, to her knowledge, and she often prayed to him to give her brothers strength during battles. Right now, she was admiring his shield and armor, wondering if she could even lift it or even his sword and use it when she snuck into the soldiers' area and practiced with them without them knowing it was her? She bet that she could beat everyone if she had a sword that was once Ares.
Asia was in awe and complete admiration at the thought of actually being able to meet Ares. Was he as bad as they said he was? Looking around at the new setting, she was inclined to disagree with them. Though, granted, they also were not at war either. She was sure that during battle, he would be an awe inspiring sight to behold.
Looking up as if in a daze as Hades came in, commenting to his nephew at his extravagance, Asia gave him a full smile even as she shivered in the sudden cold. Here was the god that almost took her brother but didn't. He left him alive and she didn't have to go make any weird and possibly detrimental deals with him to bring her brother back. Just as the thought hit her, Asia dropped in her lowest curtsy yet with her head bowed slightly in a way to show the utmost thanks and respect before rising up again slowly. "Thank you for not taking my brother's life Hades, and thank you, Ares, for giving him the strength to survive."
It was what she dreamed of doing, hoping that she could get her chance to thank them both, while Athene in the background had her palm planted against her forehead. "Asia.. we have time to do that in a moment.. wanna come and sit down?" Looking to the others as she sits near Kitsie, silently apologizing to her and Maxie, "So sorry.." as she ducks her head and hides her face.
Just as she looked away, a warm breeze filled the room and another god appeared. As Asia watched the woman next to Ares' feet grow old, the vines filling the room as flowers appeared everywhere, she scrambled back and hid behind Athene. Aphrodite, the one goddess that Asia feared because she was afraid of all things coupley.
After watching Zanon fight with his wife so much, watching him scowl at her for years, and hear how much he doubted and disliked her, Asia never wanted anything to do with love. Her only consolation that it couldn't be all bad was her parents. Athene couldn't stop her giggle as Asia moved to sit on her other side, looking like she was on her best behavior when usually she wasn't.
When all Aphrodite's attendants appeared, Asia's blush grew brighter at the sight of all the skin, not even sure on what all to do as she curled her legs up and hid her face against her knees from everything. Hide or fight, and Asia didn't think she would win any battles today. Athene could only mumble as the sight of all the people filled the area, "I guess it is a good thing we are no longer inside, otherwise that room would be cramped as anything.." It was then that she watched Maxie get up and start yelling at the gods, looking at her in wide-eyed awe at her bravery.
Even Athanasia looked surprised, and almost as if Maxie was her new favorite hero, as Kitsie came to calm everything down as she played peace-maker. This was all new to Athene and even Asia, wondering just what may happen next as they both kept their mouths shut to see what would happen next. As Asia turned her head though, she could see Nike try to storm in, making her smile in greeting and wave to her friend before Athene grabbed her hand and made her pay attention to what all was going on.
Guys.
Guys.
Relax. Rafail of Marikas has arrived.
Obviously, it's hard to mask your excitement when your lifelong idol shows up and you finally get to meet them. Not everyone was so fortunate as to have met the excessively good-looking Athenian lord, and few outside of Athenia had shared his bed and had the opportunity to meet him even more personally. Now, behold an opportunity for all to feast their eyes upon his splendid form and hear the dulcet tones of his charming words. Rejoice at the chance to speak with this most perfect specimen of mankind in person and fall for his sheer charisma. There wasn't ever gonna be another moment like this one.
It was perhaps a little unlucky that the man had arrived just after the gods had made their entrances. They were dramatic beings by nature but, unfortunately, so was Rafail, and Aly was an enabler (you could tell by that million drachma vase she was so adamant about him having sold to the dead queen, not to mention that stupid brothel he'd had built for himself in the midst of Thesnia). His entrance too, although obviously unable to rival that of the gods, was nothing if not dramatic with the way the doors were suddenly and theatrically slammed open (by Deucalion and Barnabas no less, who had shown up partially to express to all present just how wonderful their jobs were) and Rafail had ridden in, mounted so elegantly atop his Messara stallion, Arion's mane threaded carefully with dark red flowers for the added effect, and only having to duck his head ever so slightly and mildly awkwardly when he'd passed through the doorway.
His gaze shifted across the room from this rather convenient elevated position as though to find the ideal person to converse with until something appeared about to happen, finally (and quite predictably) landing on the only individual he would consider even remotely worthy of receiving his praise. Perhaps that was the wrong way of putting it. The only woman in the room that Rafail would ever think to set all else aside for in order to seduce and, for once, seduce with good intention and not like the countless others that he led into his bed with his promises and tricks and skill. He most certainly wanted to ravish her with twice the passion he had ever taken any other, and his desire only grew further as he ran his light blue eyes up that exposed leg to find her own pair, just as sharp as his own, if not more so. Now that he would have, and she would be a prize finer than any other.
Of course, he wasn't stupid. Rafail knew exactly who he was dealing with from the moment he'd set eyes on her but that had never stopped him in the past. He'd almost had a princess (he would brag and say he'd deflowered one from lands afar when questioned) and he was absolutely confident he could have a goddess as well. Letting Barnabas help him from his mount to avoid any potential awkwardness in stumbling - you always had to be prepared for any eventuality - he plucked one of the roses from the horse's mane and turned to face Aphrodite, the most captivating smile in his repertoire on his face, practically exuding his usual confidence as he bowed gently and deeply before her, holding out the flower so that she might take it if she willed.
"My Goddess. I never thought I would have the opportunity to gaze upon your magnificent form as I have this day," he told her, mildly irritated in the back of his mind that he hadn't thought to bring a more thoughtful gift than simple roses just in case something like this were to occur. "Might I say you are even more divine in person than one could ever have imagined? Tales do not do you justice." He assumed that she knew who he was, for once not from hubris, and skipped his own introduction, instead simply adding: "I hope you might accept this gift. It is my only upset that I could not bring you something greater."
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Guys.
Guys.
Relax. Rafail of Marikas has arrived.
Obviously, it's hard to mask your excitement when your lifelong idol shows up and you finally get to meet them. Not everyone was so fortunate as to have met the excessively good-looking Athenian lord, and few outside of Athenia had shared his bed and had the opportunity to meet him even more personally. Now, behold an opportunity for all to feast their eyes upon his splendid form and hear the dulcet tones of his charming words. Rejoice at the chance to speak with this most perfect specimen of mankind in person and fall for his sheer charisma. There wasn't ever gonna be another moment like this one.
It was perhaps a little unlucky that the man had arrived just after the gods had made their entrances. They were dramatic beings by nature but, unfortunately, so was Rafail, and Aly was an enabler (you could tell by that million drachma vase she was so adamant about him having sold to the dead queen, not to mention that stupid brothel he'd had built for himself in the midst of Thesnia). His entrance too, although obviously unable to rival that of the gods, was nothing if not dramatic with the way the doors were suddenly and theatrically slammed open (by Deucalion and Barnabas no less, who had shown up partially to express to all present just how wonderful their jobs were) and Rafail had ridden in, mounted so elegantly atop his Messara stallion, Arion's mane threaded carefully with dark red flowers for the added effect, and only having to duck his head ever so slightly and mildly awkwardly when he'd passed through the doorway.
His gaze shifted across the room from this rather convenient elevated position as though to find the ideal person to converse with until something appeared about to happen, finally (and quite predictably) landing on the only individual he would consider even remotely worthy of receiving his praise. Perhaps that was the wrong way of putting it. The only woman in the room that Rafail would ever think to set all else aside for in order to seduce and, for once, seduce with good intention and not like the countless others that he led into his bed with his promises and tricks and skill. He most certainly wanted to ravish her with twice the passion he had ever taken any other, and his desire only grew further as he ran his light blue eyes up that exposed leg to find her own pair, just as sharp as his own, if not more so. Now that he would have, and she would be a prize finer than any other.
Of course, he wasn't stupid. Rafail knew exactly who he was dealing with from the moment he'd set eyes on her but that had never stopped him in the past. He'd almost had a princess (he would brag and say he'd deflowered one from lands afar when questioned) and he was absolutely confident he could have a goddess as well. Letting Barnabas help him from his mount to avoid any potential awkwardness in stumbling - you always had to be prepared for any eventuality - he plucked one of the roses from the horse's mane and turned to face Aphrodite, the most captivating smile in his repertoire on his face, practically exuding his usual confidence as he bowed gently and deeply before her, holding out the flower so that she might take it if she willed.
"My Goddess. I never thought I would have the opportunity to gaze upon your magnificent form as I have this day," he told her, mildly irritated in the back of his mind that he hadn't thought to bring a more thoughtful gift than simple roses just in case something like this were to occur. "Might I say you are even more divine in person than one could ever have imagined? Tales do not do you justice." He assumed that she knew who he was, for once not from hubris, and skipped his own introduction, instead simply adding: "I hope you might accept this gift. It is my only upset that I could not bring you something greater."
Guys.
Guys.
Relax. Rafail of Marikas has arrived.
Obviously, it's hard to mask your excitement when your lifelong idol shows up and you finally get to meet them. Not everyone was so fortunate as to have met the excessively good-looking Athenian lord, and few outside of Athenia had shared his bed and had the opportunity to meet him even more personally. Now, behold an opportunity for all to feast their eyes upon his splendid form and hear the dulcet tones of his charming words. Rejoice at the chance to speak with this most perfect specimen of mankind in person and fall for his sheer charisma. There wasn't ever gonna be another moment like this one.
It was perhaps a little unlucky that the man had arrived just after the gods had made their entrances. They were dramatic beings by nature but, unfortunately, so was Rafail, and Aly was an enabler (you could tell by that million drachma vase she was so adamant about him having sold to the dead queen, not to mention that stupid brothel he'd had built for himself in the midst of Thesnia). His entrance too, although obviously unable to rival that of the gods, was nothing if not dramatic with the way the doors were suddenly and theatrically slammed open (by Deucalion and Barnabas no less, who had shown up partially to express to all present just how wonderful their jobs were) and Rafail had ridden in, mounted so elegantly atop his Messara stallion, Arion's mane threaded carefully with dark red flowers for the added effect, and only having to duck his head ever so slightly and mildly awkwardly when he'd passed through the doorway.
His gaze shifted across the room from this rather convenient elevated position as though to find the ideal person to converse with until something appeared about to happen, finally (and quite predictably) landing on the only individual he would consider even remotely worthy of receiving his praise. Perhaps that was the wrong way of putting it. The only woman in the room that Rafail would ever think to set all else aside for in order to seduce and, for once, seduce with good intention and not like the countless others that he led into his bed with his promises and tricks and skill. He most certainly wanted to ravish her with twice the passion he had ever taken any other, and his desire only grew further as he ran his light blue eyes up that exposed leg to find her own pair, just as sharp as his own, if not more so. Now that he would have, and she would be a prize finer than any other.
Of course, he wasn't stupid. Rafail knew exactly who he was dealing with from the moment he'd set eyes on her but that had never stopped him in the past. He'd almost had a princess (he would brag and say he'd deflowered one from lands afar when questioned) and he was absolutely confident he could have a goddess as well. Letting Barnabas help him from his mount to avoid any potential awkwardness in stumbling - you always had to be prepared for any eventuality - he plucked one of the roses from the horse's mane and turned to face Aphrodite, the most captivating smile in his repertoire on his face, practically exuding his usual confidence as he bowed gently and deeply before her, holding out the flower so that she might take it if she willed.
"My Goddess. I never thought I would have the opportunity to gaze upon your magnificent form as I have this day," he told her, mildly irritated in the back of his mind that he hadn't thought to bring a more thoughtful gift than simple roses just in case something like this were to occur. "Might I say you are even more divine in person than one could ever have imagined? Tales do not do you justice." He assumed that she knew who he was, for once not from hubris, and skipped his own introduction, instead simply adding: "I hope you might accept this gift. It is my only upset that I could not bring you something greater."
"Bitch, my archery is perfect."
Brave opening words they may well have been, but Mihail was pissed and, when he was in such a stormy mood, if there was an opportunity to share his feelings to a crowd of people, then he would be spreading whatever bad news he had to everybody present. Honestly, this was just the right place for someone like him who so often had so much to say about everything which irked him in the world. And, imagine! Everyone forced to listen to anything he wanted to say, practically his dream.
It was with immense frustration that he had first walked into the room, Draco resting languidly on his shoulders, scanning for his obvious target until he spotted the short brunette wearing an enormous shiny hat. First off, though irrelevant to the matter at hand, it looked ridiculous and wasn't something he would ever choose to wear himself, endlessly concerned about his own appearance lest he find himself insulted by another, but it did the job of marking her out to him. Frustration was quick to change to purpose as he made a beeline for her, ignoring anybody else in the room until he had handled this one situation. Because, as far as he was concerned, there was no matter that needed to be cleared up more than this one and everybody else could happily sit and wait until this was out of the way.
"Bitch, my archery is perfect." He jabbed a finger in her direction, making sure that, at least for that moment, he had her full attention. Besides, Mihail was fairly confident she was afraid of snakes so he was hoping that would give him the edge. "My form is perfect, my stance is perfect, I know what I'm fucking doing. I don't care what you think you know or what your father thinks he knows, I do what I do brilliantly and if I need prove it right here and right now then I will." And that should be the end of that.
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"Bitch, my archery is perfect."
Brave opening words they may well have been, but Mihail was pissed and, when he was in such a stormy mood, if there was an opportunity to share his feelings to a crowd of people, then he would be spreading whatever bad news he had to everybody present. Honestly, this was just the right place for someone like him who so often had so much to say about everything which irked him in the world. And, imagine! Everyone forced to listen to anything he wanted to say, practically his dream.
It was with immense frustration that he had first walked into the room, Draco resting languidly on his shoulders, scanning for his obvious target until he spotted the short brunette wearing an enormous shiny hat. First off, though irrelevant to the matter at hand, it looked ridiculous and wasn't something he would ever choose to wear himself, endlessly concerned about his own appearance lest he find himself insulted by another, but it did the job of marking her out to him. Frustration was quick to change to purpose as he made a beeline for her, ignoring anybody else in the room until he had handled this one situation. Because, as far as he was concerned, there was no matter that needed to be cleared up more than this one and everybody else could happily sit and wait until this was out of the way.
"Bitch, my archery is perfect." He jabbed a finger in her direction, making sure that, at least for that moment, he had her full attention. Besides, Mihail was fairly confident she was afraid of snakes so he was hoping that would give him the edge. "My form is perfect, my stance is perfect, I know what I'm fucking doing. I don't care what you think you know or what your father thinks he knows, I do what I do brilliantly and if I need prove it right here and right now then I will." And that should be the end of that.
"Bitch, my archery is perfect."
Brave opening words they may well have been, but Mihail was pissed and, when he was in such a stormy mood, if there was an opportunity to share his feelings to a crowd of people, then he would be spreading whatever bad news he had to everybody present. Honestly, this was just the right place for someone like him who so often had so much to say about everything which irked him in the world. And, imagine! Everyone forced to listen to anything he wanted to say, practically his dream.
It was with immense frustration that he had first walked into the room, Draco resting languidly on his shoulders, scanning for his obvious target until he spotted the short brunette wearing an enormous shiny hat. First off, though irrelevant to the matter at hand, it looked ridiculous and wasn't something he would ever choose to wear himself, endlessly concerned about his own appearance lest he find himself insulted by another, but it did the job of marking her out to him. Frustration was quick to change to purpose as he made a beeline for her, ignoring anybody else in the room until he had handled this one situation. Because, as far as he was concerned, there was no matter that needed to be cleared up more than this one and everybody else could happily sit and wait until this was out of the way.
"Bitch, my archery is perfect." He jabbed a finger in her direction, making sure that, at least for that moment, he had her full attention. Besides, Mihail was fairly confident she was afraid of snakes so he was hoping that would give him the edge. "My form is perfect, my stance is perfect, I know what I'm fucking doing. I don't care what you think you know or what your father thinks he knows, I do what I do brilliantly and if I need prove it right here and right now then I will." And that should be the end of that.
For him to demand worship from a mortal, specifically one who professed to be a worshiper of his was natural. If Timaeus sacrificed in the temples and prayed at home, then how fortuitous that he should have the chance to grovel before his god. That Maxie took offense? To a reasonable and gracious demand? Pitiful.
He watched Maxie yip at them, all the while imagining her as a Pomeranian. If she wanted to yap like a little dog and nip at the Olympian's heels, then a dog she could be. Just as he raised his hand, Aphrodite acted first. In an instant, Maxie sat before them as a perfectly lovely, blessedly silent chrysanthemum.
Ares reached out and picked up the flower by the stem, twirling it in his fingers and eyeing Aphrodite. She reminded him that Timaeus was not the best example of his worshipers and then tried to steal the mortal for herself. He smirked. "He can worship at your altar...When he's done with mine."
His attention was caught by Athanasia and her wise, reverent words of gratitude. To find an intelligent mortal was rare and it was more gratifying to see that she was of the line of Kotas, further proving his point in praising Vangelis earlier. A foolish mortal was an easy find, and, as if the thought had summoned him, Rafael rode into view on a white horse. He ignored everyone but Aphrodite. It was such a ridiculous spectacle that Ares laughed. Until his divine lover was obviously pleased with the display and attentions of such a waif-ish buffoon.
Aphrodite came to sit on the arm of his chair, leaving the mortal behind but his glare stayed on Rafail. "You like horses, my love?" he said pleasantly to the goddess. With a wave of his hand, Rafail disappeared and in his place stood a snow white, fat little pony. "We can't all be stallions," he said to the stunted beast.
Rising from his chair, he tugged Aphrodite up with him. "Don't saddle a Kotas with the likes of Valaoritis. I have plans for this one." He pointed at Athanasia and then looked at Timaeus. "Don't let your mouthy author deceive you. Alternate reality or not, we watch and we see. Ensure your devotion to us. I hate frailty of character." His eyes blazed with blue flames. At last, he turned to Irakles.
"Irakles, you would do better to pray to me than to Hephaestus. I have more to give. Enjoy your little rebellion."
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For him to demand worship from a mortal, specifically one who professed to be a worshiper of his was natural. If Timaeus sacrificed in the temples and prayed at home, then how fortuitous that he should have the chance to grovel before his god. That Maxie took offense? To a reasonable and gracious demand? Pitiful.
He watched Maxie yip at them, all the while imagining her as a Pomeranian. If she wanted to yap like a little dog and nip at the Olympian's heels, then a dog she could be. Just as he raised his hand, Aphrodite acted first. In an instant, Maxie sat before them as a perfectly lovely, blessedly silent chrysanthemum.
Ares reached out and picked up the flower by the stem, twirling it in his fingers and eyeing Aphrodite. She reminded him that Timaeus was not the best example of his worshipers and then tried to steal the mortal for herself. He smirked. "He can worship at your altar...When he's done with mine."
His attention was caught by Athanasia and her wise, reverent words of gratitude. To find an intelligent mortal was rare and it was more gratifying to see that she was of the line of Kotas, further proving his point in praising Vangelis earlier. A foolish mortal was an easy find, and, as if the thought had summoned him, Rafael rode into view on a white horse. He ignored everyone but Aphrodite. It was such a ridiculous spectacle that Ares laughed. Until his divine lover was obviously pleased with the display and attentions of such a waif-ish buffoon.
Aphrodite came to sit on the arm of his chair, leaving the mortal behind but his glare stayed on Rafail. "You like horses, my love?" he said pleasantly to the goddess. With a wave of his hand, Rafail disappeared and in his place stood a snow white, fat little pony. "We can't all be stallions," he said to the stunted beast.
Rising from his chair, he tugged Aphrodite up with him. "Don't saddle a Kotas with the likes of Valaoritis. I have plans for this one." He pointed at Athanasia and then looked at Timaeus. "Don't let your mouthy author deceive you. Alternate reality or not, we watch and we see. Ensure your devotion to us. I hate frailty of character." His eyes blazed with blue flames. At last, he turned to Irakles.
"Irakles, you would do better to pray to me than to Hephaestus. I have more to give. Enjoy your little rebellion."
For him to demand worship from a mortal, specifically one who professed to be a worshiper of his was natural. If Timaeus sacrificed in the temples and prayed at home, then how fortuitous that he should have the chance to grovel before his god. That Maxie took offense? To a reasonable and gracious demand? Pitiful.
He watched Maxie yip at them, all the while imagining her as a Pomeranian. If she wanted to yap like a little dog and nip at the Olympian's heels, then a dog she could be. Just as he raised his hand, Aphrodite acted first. In an instant, Maxie sat before them as a perfectly lovely, blessedly silent chrysanthemum.
Ares reached out and picked up the flower by the stem, twirling it in his fingers and eyeing Aphrodite. She reminded him that Timaeus was not the best example of his worshipers and then tried to steal the mortal for herself. He smirked. "He can worship at your altar...When he's done with mine."
His attention was caught by Athanasia and her wise, reverent words of gratitude. To find an intelligent mortal was rare and it was more gratifying to see that she was of the line of Kotas, further proving his point in praising Vangelis earlier. A foolish mortal was an easy find, and, as if the thought had summoned him, Rafael rode into view on a white horse. He ignored everyone but Aphrodite. It was such a ridiculous spectacle that Ares laughed. Until his divine lover was obviously pleased with the display and attentions of such a waif-ish buffoon.
Aphrodite came to sit on the arm of his chair, leaving the mortal behind but his glare stayed on Rafail. "You like horses, my love?" he said pleasantly to the goddess. With a wave of his hand, Rafail disappeared and in his place stood a snow white, fat little pony. "We can't all be stallions," he said to the stunted beast.
Rising from his chair, he tugged Aphrodite up with him. "Don't saddle a Kotas with the likes of Valaoritis. I have plans for this one." He pointed at Athanasia and then looked at Timaeus. "Don't let your mouthy author deceive you. Alternate reality or not, we watch and we see. Ensure your devotion to us. I hate frailty of character." His eyes blazed with blue flames. At last, he turned to Irakles.
"Irakles, you would do better to pray to me than to Hephaestus. I have more to give. Enjoy your little rebellion."
A wave crashed in the distance and then grew louder until it hit the door. A crack, and the water rushed in, building to the height of a man as Poseidon took the form acceptable for mortal gaze. With his trident in one hand and only a loincloth elsewhere, the god of the sea looked about the room with a frown. His gaze landed on the flower, the pony, and then the unruly young ones. Of course.
"Brother. The children may not know better, but we have things more important than playing with the mortals in their alternate universe." Fixing Hades with a stern gaze, his eyes narrowed at the sight of Ares and Aphrodite. Wherever the two of them went, trouble was to follow. "We have counsel. The plans for Colchis to discuss."
Oh yes. They had plans.
Turning his gaze to the mortals and their puppet masters, Poseidon made note of every face in the room and how they reacted to his presence. Clearly there were some who had been less than properly respectful. With a wave of his hand a splash of water fell upon the flower, returning it to the human player. "Learn from this." It was an order with a tone that said he was not to be baited. The pony he rather liked, but things must be restored. With another wash of water, the drenched pony resumed the form of Rafail. "Humble yourself."
"I shall see you on Olympus, brother."
Poseidon's eyes glowed for a moment of glee at the thought of what was coming for them. It would be exactly what they all needed. He slammed his trident to the ground, bringing a rush of water rising around his legs and those of Aphrodite and Ares. "Come, children." They faded into the water, flowing back out through the broken door until not a drop was left as Hades himself followed before vanishing. The gods had taken their leave to allow the mortals their time to play.
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A wave crashed in the distance and then grew louder until it hit the door. A crack, and the water rushed in, building to the height of a man as Poseidon took the form acceptable for mortal gaze. With his trident in one hand and only a loincloth elsewhere, the god of the sea looked about the room with a frown. His gaze landed on the flower, the pony, and then the unruly young ones. Of course.
"Brother. The children may not know better, but we have things more important than playing with the mortals in their alternate universe." Fixing Hades with a stern gaze, his eyes narrowed at the sight of Ares and Aphrodite. Wherever the two of them went, trouble was to follow. "We have counsel. The plans for Colchis to discuss."
Oh yes. They had plans.
Turning his gaze to the mortals and their puppet masters, Poseidon made note of every face in the room and how they reacted to his presence. Clearly there were some who had been less than properly respectful. With a wave of his hand a splash of water fell upon the flower, returning it to the human player. "Learn from this." It was an order with a tone that said he was not to be baited. The pony he rather liked, but things must be restored. With another wash of water, the drenched pony resumed the form of Rafail. "Humble yourself."
"I shall see you on Olympus, brother."
Poseidon's eyes glowed for a moment of glee at the thought of what was coming for them. It would be exactly what they all needed. He slammed his trident to the ground, bringing a rush of water rising around his legs and those of Aphrodite and Ares. "Come, children." They faded into the water, flowing back out through the broken door until not a drop was left as Hades himself followed before vanishing. The gods had taken their leave to allow the mortals their time to play.
A wave crashed in the distance and then grew louder until it hit the door. A crack, and the water rushed in, building to the height of a man as Poseidon took the form acceptable for mortal gaze. With his trident in one hand and only a loincloth elsewhere, the god of the sea looked about the room with a frown. His gaze landed on the flower, the pony, and then the unruly young ones. Of course.
"Brother. The children may not know better, but we have things more important than playing with the mortals in their alternate universe." Fixing Hades with a stern gaze, his eyes narrowed at the sight of Ares and Aphrodite. Wherever the two of them went, trouble was to follow. "We have counsel. The plans for Colchis to discuss."
Oh yes. They had plans.
Turning his gaze to the mortals and their puppet masters, Poseidon made note of every face in the room and how they reacted to his presence. Clearly there were some who had been less than properly respectful. With a wave of his hand a splash of water fell upon the flower, returning it to the human player. "Learn from this." It was an order with a tone that said he was not to be baited. The pony he rather liked, but things must be restored. With another wash of water, the drenched pony resumed the form of Rafail. "Humble yourself."
"I shall see you on Olympus, brother."
Poseidon's eyes glowed for a moment of glee at the thought of what was coming for them. It would be exactly what they all needed. He slammed his trident to the ground, bringing a rush of water rising around his legs and those of Aphrodite and Ares. "Come, children." They faded into the water, flowing back out through the broken door until not a drop was left as Hades himself followed before vanishing. The gods had taken their leave to allow the mortals their time to play.
Athene watched as everyone seemed to get into an argument of sorts with one god or another, which in her mind may not be the smartest thing to do but it wasn't her place to tell anyone what to do. As Asia hid next to her at the sight of Aphrodite, knowing that she hoped that the goddess wouldn't notice her, others started to show up. She didn't want to be turned into a flower like Maxie was. When Mihail screamed that he was the best at archery as he appeared, Athene could hear a muffled snort next to her that came from Asia, making her grin at that. She knew just how prideful the young woman could be.
The moment that Rafail came, speaking flowery words of pride as he approached Aphrodite and not seeming to care that the god of war was sitting right there, both Athene and Asia rolled their eyes almost in sync. So when Ares turned him into a pony, neither woman could help but snort as they tried to contain their laughter at the sight. Asia shaking her head at the silliness of it all before she found herself frozen as Aphrodite turned her attention to her. "Uhhh...." Athanasia actually had a look of terror in her eyes as Aphrodite asked why she hid from her. How should she answer?
What would be the best way to not anger a goddess? "I mean.. I just.." Just as she was about to think up an answer, Aphrodite summoned her to come closer, and Asia could do nothing but comply. She wanted to fight to, to defy and run the opposite way, but she knew that she was no match for the divine. It was when she mentioned her dedication to Ares, that Asia's eyes flicked towards the god before focusing back on the goddess in front of her, trying not to move away when she touched her hair. "I have never met Lord Timaeus." Though her mind did go to the younger Valaoritis, Silanos. She knew him and found him interesting. Athene didn't know what all to do, watching as Aphrodite tried to make a match between the two, though when Ares stopped it Athene allowed a sigh of relief.
So when the comment of plans for Colchis came about, Athanasia turned and looked as if she was dying to ask what those plans were, he also stated that he had plans for Asia and Athene wanted to ask what Ares meant as he stated that he had plans for Athanasia. Though when she looked over at Asia, she could see the look of awe on her face as she heard that there were plans for her, she wondered just as much but wasn't brave enough to ask.
What could it be? Just as she seemed ready to find the courage to ask, another god appeared from the ocean. This time, Athene bowed her head as she smiled, she could easily guess who this god was. She loved the ocean, so she knew. Asia looked over and dipped her head in a respectful greeting as Poseidon's intense gaze ran over her as well before settling on the other gods and changing everyone back as they should be and left with the other gods in tow.
"Well.... that was interesting. So! How's everyone doing?" Athene grinned while Asia sat down in a huff.
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Athene watched as everyone seemed to get into an argument of sorts with one god or another, which in her mind may not be the smartest thing to do but it wasn't her place to tell anyone what to do. As Asia hid next to her at the sight of Aphrodite, knowing that she hoped that the goddess wouldn't notice her, others started to show up. She didn't want to be turned into a flower like Maxie was. When Mihail screamed that he was the best at archery as he appeared, Athene could hear a muffled snort next to her that came from Asia, making her grin at that. She knew just how prideful the young woman could be.
The moment that Rafail came, speaking flowery words of pride as he approached Aphrodite and not seeming to care that the god of war was sitting right there, both Athene and Asia rolled their eyes almost in sync. So when Ares turned him into a pony, neither woman could help but snort as they tried to contain their laughter at the sight. Asia shaking her head at the silliness of it all before she found herself frozen as Aphrodite turned her attention to her. "Uhhh...." Athanasia actually had a look of terror in her eyes as Aphrodite asked why she hid from her. How should she answer?
What would be the best way to not anger a goddess? "I mean.. I just.." Just as she was about to think up an answer, Aphrodite summoned her to come closer, and Asia could do nothing but comply. She wanted to fight to, to defy and run the opposite way, but she knew that she was no match for the divine. It was when she mentioned her dedication to Ares, that Asia's eyes flicked towards the god before focusing back on the goddess in front of her, trying not to move away when she touched her hair. "I have never met Lord Timaeus." Though her mind did go to the younger Valaoritis, Silanos. She knew him and found him interesting. Athene didn't know what all to do, watching as Aphrodite tried to make a match between the two, though when Ares stopped it Athene allowed a sigh of relief.
So when the comment of plans for Colchis came about, Athanasia turned and looked as if she was dying to ask what those plans were, he also stated that he had plans for Asia and Athene wanted to ask what Ares meant as he stated that he had plans for Athanasia. Though when she looked over at Asia, she could see the look of awe on her face as she heard that there were plans for her, she wondered just as much but wasn't brave enough to ask.
What could it be? Just as she seemed ready to find the courage to ask, another god appeared from the ocean. This time, Athene bowed her head as she smiled, she could easily guess who this god was. She loved the ocean, so she knew. Asia looked over and dipped her head in a respectful greeting as Poseidon's intense gaze ran over her as well before settling on the other gods and changing everyone back as they should be and left with the other gods in tow.
"Well.... that was interesting. So! How's everyone doing?" Athene grinned while Asia sat down in a huff.
Athene watched as everyone seemed to get into an argument of sorts with one god or another, which in her mind may not be the smartest thing to do but it wasn't her place to tell anyone what to do. As Asia hid next to her at the sight of Aphrodite, knowing that she hoped that the goddess wouldn't notice her, others started to show up. She didn't want to be turned into a flower like Maxie was. When Mihail screamed that he was the best at archery as he appeared, Athene could hear a muffled snort next to her that came from Asia, making her grin at that. She knew just how prideful the young woman could be.
The moment that Rafail came, speaking flowery words of pride as he approached Aphrodite and not seeming to care that the god of war was sitting right there, both Athene and Asia rolled their eyes almost in sync. So when Ares turned him into a pony, neither woman could help but snort as they tried to contain their laughter at the sight. Asia shaking her head at the silliness of it all before she found herself frozen as Aphrodite turned her attention to her. "Uhhh...." Athanasia actually had a look of terror in her eyes as Aphrodite asked why she hid from her. How should she answer?
What would be the best way to not anger a goddess? "I mean.. I just.." Just as she was about to think up an answer, Aphrodite summoned her to come closer, and Asia could do nothing but comply. She wanted to fight to, to defy and run the opposite way, but she knew that she was no match for the divine. It was when she mentioned her dedication to Ares, that Asia's eyes flicked towards the god before focusing back on the goddess in front of her, trying not to move away when she touched her hair. "I have never met Lord Timaeus." Though her mind did go to the younger Valaoritis, Silanos. She knew him and found him interesting. Athene didn't know what all to do, watching as Aphrodite tried to make a match between the two, though when Ares stopped it Athene allowed a sigh of relief.
So when the comment of plans for Colchis came about, Athanasia turned and looked as if she was dying to ask what those plans were, he also stated that he had plans for Asia and Athene wanted to ask what Ares meant as he stated that he had plans for Athanasia. Though when she looked over at Asia, she could see the look of awe on her face as she heard that there were plans for her, she wondered just as much but wasn't brave enough to ask.
What could it be? Just as she seemed ready to find the courage to ask, another god appeared from the ocean. This time, Athene bowed her head as she smiled, she could easily guess who this god was. She loved the ocean, so she knew. Asia looked over and dipped her head in a respectful greeting as Poseidon's intense gaze ran over her as well before settling on the other gods and changing everyone back as they should be and left with the other gods in tow.
"Well.... that was interesting. So! How's everyone doing?" Athene grinned while Asia sat down in a huff.