Aewin

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝖈 𝖆 𝖙 𝖈 𝖍 𝖚 𝖕
𝖈 𝖆 𝖙 𝖈 𝖍 𝖚 𝖕

^{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Hades & Persephone's home, by the World Tree
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Váli @Hey Im Jordan & Persephone @Aewin
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Hades @sly13, Athena @metanoia || Melinoë @KZOMBI3 || Odin @KZOMBI3 & A Special Friend}

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Váli had been in Seattle for less than a day, and already two things had gone wrong. Firstly, his father wasn’t responding to his text. Granted, Váli hadn’t exactly sent a text message with a lot to respond to, but Odin was hardly the type to ignore his only son that still liked talking to him. But that was easily overlooked; to Váli, finding Persephone at the world tree instead of at A New Leaf was more troubling.

Váli wasn’t a stranger to approaching people and having them be unaware — he was naturally quiet and stealthy in the way he moved, especially for someone so large. But, he knew she could sense his presence, the plants would have told her that he was there, but why didn’t she turn to face and acknowledge him? “Persephone, are you alright?” He asked with a frown, “This isn’t…” He thought for a moment, and then decided on a word. “...normal.”

Shortly after Thor had left her home, Persephone decided to take a walk on the grounds of Kalos Gardens. The benefits of building your home on a large sect of land filled with nothing but nature and fauna, she knew she had to take advantage of. Immediately stepping outside her home allowed her to breathe again, but she couldn’t call it refreshing.

The tree beckoned her every morning and night, and Persephone dutifully answered. She had done so since the fall, giving everything she could to nurse the life left for the good of the other deities, for her children. But what good did that do?

Váli’s voice from behind her was of no surprise. The rose bushes on the way to the Tree whispered of silence trailing after her. “Today isn’t a normal day, ευγενής.” Persephone hesitated slightly before turning to face Váli, scanning him till she was assured he was safe and healthy. “You didn’t come to the feast. I saved you an apple.”

It seemed Persephone didn’t want to talk about whatever made this a strange day, and Váli was smart enough to not press the subject. Instead, he nodded at her comment about him not attending the feast, “I like to avoid Hera. She’s… she really doesn’t like a lot of her family. And some of them don’t like her. It lights a fire in me that I’ve worked hard to quell. Thank you for saving me an apple,” He gave her a smile, but couldn’t quell the curiosity he had wondering about whatever had happened. Looking her up and down, she looked alright which pushed the darkest thoughts he had out of his mind. At least he knew she wasn’t physically hurt, at least. “My father hasn’t responded to my texts, was he at the feast?”

Persephone remained quiet for a while, trying to think back to before Macaria and Zagreus crashed through the glass. She had been waiting with Hades at their regular table, discussing their children’s first attempt at rejoining divine society in so long. “If Odin was, it must have been brief.” She was finally able to answer.

There was another pause, her thoughts once again running a mile a minute. “Have you ever questioned your divinity?” Persephone asked, her eyes glued to the tree.

Without hesitation, Váli responded. “Yes. I was created by my father to extract vengeance. After I finished my task, the mortals told stories about me and worshiped me for it. And now, I live with this curse of a divine gift.’” He paused, thinking about it a little more as he chose his words. “It’s difficult for me to eat the apple every year. I don’t know what I offer people as a mortal, and I don’t even know what the point is. Why do we get to live forever? For the dream of returning to godhood? I don’t know. I don’t think we’re all that special. I think I do it for my dad, I don’t think he could handle it if one of his sons gave up before he can reunite our family.” Though Váli’s words were heavy handed, he seemed truthful in what he was saying, like it was something he’d thought about extensively.

After he spoke, Váli frowned again. He’d gotten a little preachy, and even depressing there while he talked about it and he shook his head, “Persephone, what happened?”

Persephone wanted to scream at herself for reminding Váli of nothing but pain. In her grief she had struck a sore subject for the both of them. Her hand reached out to offer comfort, but it remained stuck in the air between them as Váli questioned her in return. For the third time that day, she had to acknowledge the cursed events of the day. “Macaria and Zagreus were killed at the feast.”

He didn’t say anything in response, not like there were any words that could be said. Instead of speaking, Váli wrapped Persephone in a warm but gentle hug. He held his friend for a few moments, and then released her before he finally spoke. “I’m so sorry. What can I do?” Persephone was a large part of the reason that Váli was able to become the ευγενής he was today, and he would have tried to move mountains if she asked him. And then something dawned on him. “Did you say killed? By… by whom? Was there a fight at the feast?” He should have been there, instead of his petty desire to avoid Hera. Maybe he could have protected them.

Alarm bells quickly started ringing in Persephone’s head, pulling away from the hug in surprise. If she knew Váli the way she claimed she did, she knew that she was speaking to the God of Vengeance, not the ευγενής she was familiar with. Persephone had to push all thoughts of violence and revenge away, clearing her mind before allowing the tendrils of satisfaction to stick like they had that morning against Hati. “I don’t know. Athena is investigating, I trust her wisdom to guide us to their killer. For now, all I can do is grieve and protect Melinoë. I… I can’t let anything happen to her.” Her hand touched her stomach, the ugly thoughts resurfacing again. She closed her eyes but all she could see was their bodies, forcing her to reopen her eyes to stare almost panickedly at the World Tree. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I see her body like Macaria.”

So long as Váli drew breath, he wouldn’t allow anything to happen to Melinoë, if only to protect Persephone from going through this again. He made a mental note to reach out to Athena… though she and Váli hadn’t gotten along in the past. Maybe they could unite on this issue. “You won’t.” Váli said in a simple promise. Even without his vigilance, he thought it unlikely another of their kind fell. Everyone would be on high guard, and there surely wouldn’t be anything too adventurous happening in the near future.

“The boys are doing well. You should come down and see them again sometime.” Váli gently changed the subject, trying to move it toward… anything else. If they kept talking about the violent happenings and the fallout, then Váli feared the kind of mood he’d leave in.

The change in topics was a welcome one, allowing Persephone to relax as she engaged in conversation about Váli’s boys. It wasn’t long before the distraction became effective, Persephone smiling because of Váli’s antics just before landing in Seattle. “You must have made Eric’s day, letting him be your unwitting hero.” Persephone praised with gentle laughter. “But please promise me you won’t scare the poor boy like that again.”

“He was very brave. I just don’t understand why they always want McDonald’s…” Váli frowned. He struggled to think of a time when he would choose McDonald’s when told he could have whatever he wanted for dinner. Why not steak, or lobster? Or… something more exotic? Váli had eaten McDonald’s so many times he’d gotten his order down to a science. “I think he’ll be a good fit for my little family.”

A soft smile lingered on her face as she saw the contentedness cross Váli’s face. She knew nothing purer than Váli’s love for his boys. “I bet James had something to say to Eric once he joined your family.” Persephone eyed Váli with a familiar expression, one he would come to know as teasing. “I bet he told Eric all about your special friend.” Váli had sweetly confided in her one day about his crush, melting the Goddess’ heart from the sincere way he talked about his friend. James, the oldest child in Váli’s Valhalla had come to join Persephone with teasing the God in front of her.

Váli couldn’t fight it as a light pink blush rose up in his cheeks. He didn’t like talking about his ‘special friend,’ but Persephone was right. James probably would tell the others to expect him to bring a girl home with him… Váli didn’t even know the first step in getting a girl to go out for dinner, let alone getting one to go home with him. “He asked me if I was going to bring her home this time. I don’t even know how I’d do that. I mean, I don’t even know if she likes me back.” In spite of himself, when Váli spoke of the woman he crushed on, he ended up sounding less like the god of vengeance, and more like a love struck puppy.

“Have you tried talking to her first?” Persephone suggested. “Stealing her away is old-fashioned, it’s all about building a connection in this era.” She thought back to the first time she had spent in the underworld with Hades, the shy and tentative conversation slowly getting bolder as she had gotten comfortable around him.

Yikes. It felt like Persephone was going for the throat, and all Váli could do was try his best not to trip over his words while he spoke. “I’ve talked to her!” He protested. A ‘hi, how are you?’ wasn’t the most valuable conversation in the world, but Váli definitely felt it counted for something. “It’s not very easy for me to build a connection with someone. That’s why I live in the woods, Perse. Got any advice?” Most of the Greeks were people Váli would never ask for relationship advice, but having been friends with Persephone for many years now and having watched her relationship with Hades, Váli couldn’t think of a better person on the planet to ask.

“First of all, it helps to be in the same place as her more often.” Persephone started. “Unless you do what the mortals do these days and try texting her instead. Regardless, start by asking about her day and go from there. If the conversation grows quiet, ask her about something she may like. A connection is built by talking and learning about each other.” Persephone may not have been a goddess of love, but she was more than happy to share what worked for her and Hades.

“Right. Texting. Asking about her day, that makes sense…” Idle conversation was hardly Váli’s strong suit, and he had half a mind to ask Persephone to coach him through it with an earpiece when the time came, but decided that would be neither stealthy nor attractive. “Is it nice? Having the same person as your partner for so long, I mean. I reckon things must be near perfect for you and Hades both for thing to be so… smooth.” Váli sounded undeniably envious as he spoke with a smile on his lips. “I imagine most of the deities are jealous of the two of you. So far as I know, there hasn’t been a relationship that’s worked out across the pantheons other than the two of you.”

“ευγενής, I assure you there isn’t anything you have to fear.” Persephone knew that affirmations were the best way forward with Vali. Despite being one of the sweetest divines she had the pleasure of knowing, he often struggled with connecting with those he wasn’t familiar with. She only wanted him to see himself the way she saw him.

When it came to talking about her own relationship though… Persephone couldn’t help but smile. Hades always brought out a feeling of comfort within her. It was a safe feeling, one that never changed even after their fall. “Hades and I are not perfect by any means. The difference is that we always put each other first. Being united gives us our strength.” If she had the chance, she would always gush about her Hades. “You could be like us too, you know. Put yourself out there, like Hades did. Just… not the kidnapping part.”

Váli wondered if Persephone really thought he was capable of kidnapping the woman he had a crush on, or if she were just saying the warning as a jab at her husband. He thought about asking, but before he had a chance his phone’s notification went off. “Oh, this is probably my father, give me just a second.” He said, and pulled his phone out, idly scanning the messages. After he finished, he looked up at Persephone. With his brow furrowed in confusion, he spoke. “I think I just got asked out on a date.” He said, with a voice that conveyed the disbelief he was feeling.

He moved the phone so that Persephone could see the series of text messages…

From: Sunshine

Heyyyyy! It’s Uzu! There’s a party tonight. At Acropolis. You know Hercules and Apollo’s party pad? I was thinking -- we should totally go! You know, with each other!

I mean as a date! You know, like officially or you know whatever. Doesn’t need to be! It’ll be funnnnnnnn!

“...what do I say?”

Persephone only had to blink twice before she responded. “Tell her to meet you here, obviously! You want to go with her, right?”

To: Sunshine

I accept. Can you meet me at Persephone’s?

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Luciana "Lucia" Cypress

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||- 5^th November (18) || Caucasian || Female || Agnostic & Heterosexual || Never talked to a boy-||
^{Josefine Frida Pettersen | D19C9B}

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She wants a design that makes her look more warm and welcoming, though she has yet to decide how she wants to design her gloves. That is a fear to tackle some other day.	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ███████████████ History   History TW: Gore & Child Neglect Luciana is the youngest child of Colin and Melania Cypress, born into wealth and fame that came with the Cypress name. Lucia grew up as a happy child, never wanting for anything. She bonded closely to her family, making them her everything. But the illusion shattered the day Luciana's abilities manifested at ten years old. Melania and Luciana had been playing in the garden, Lucia chasing after her mother in a playful game of tag that ended with the youngest Cypress grabbing her mother's hand in an attempt to win. Instead of laughing, however, her mother's expression dropped in silent agony that only Colin was able to recognise. He ran to his wife and child, his eyes glued to the hand clutching her mother's but all he could see was her inflamed hand getting discoloured, pale skin turning muddy brown to black. Forcing Lucia's hand didn't work, the panicked girl's grip grew tighter and only caused Colin pain himself. The only way he could grab her hand was to use his abilities, make his skin emulate properties of sand to pry Lucia's hand away. Melania was sent to hospital immediately as a result of the injury, the inflamed pain only getting worse. At the hospital it was revealed that Melania had a sudden onset of stage 1a local melanoma from the prolonged contact with Lucia's hand. It was also at the hospital where Lucia was tested, to check how dangerous her ability truly was. That night in the hospital changed everything for Lucia. She was told she could no longer touch her family, only her father could initiate any touch - and only if he was using his abilities. Her room was quickly rebuilt to withstand her abilities, wardrobe changed and most importantly, a pair of gloves to ensure the girl could not touch anything even unintentionally. The family dynamics changed as well. Melania all but distanced herself from Lucia after finding out her ability was constantly active. Colin was the only member of family that Lucia could meet on a regular basis. Even her relationship with Noah, which had been going so well previously was suddenly impacted. No longer could the girls hang out with their pets and play or study together under her mother's watch, though Noah often found a way to sneak into Lucia's room behind their mother's back. The only other consistent face Lucia would meet was the hired trainer her father personally selected for her in an attempt to find Lucia's off switch but to no avail. With no progress, Lucia's hopes slowly dwindled. Noah left home to attend Crystal Peak when Lucia was 15, but the girls decided that they would attend Crystal Peak together one day. Maybe the expertise of the teachers at the Academy could help where the instructors couldn't? Lucia's application was a failure, however. Her fears locked her in place, causing her to fail her practical exams. The admissions committee had a hard choice to make, whether to reject the first Cypress in the College's history, but a better option came up that satisfied every party. Lucia was placed on the NHA program within Crestview College, giving her one last opportunity to get her abilities under control. ███████████████ Reputation   Reputation Luciana's reputation is near non-existent. Half the time people are surprised when she introduces herself as a Cypress, especially as the freshman sister of Noah Jean Cypress. Their personalities couldn't be any further apart, with Lucia being rather timid and distant when she does make a rare public appearance. That's not to say Lucia is hard to get to know, as long as you're willing to ignore the constant measure of distance Lucia checks between the two of you. ███████████████████ Fear & Motivation   Fear & Motivation Lucia is motivated by her fear. She never wants to be in a situation where she is the reason a loved one is hurt ever again. The guilt still eats at her alive and she doesn't think she can go through it again. She doesn't want to be a hero, she just wants to control her ability and be free.

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███████████████ Family   Family Father: Colin Cypress Ability: Sand Manipulation & Mimicry FC: Michael Fassbender Mother: Melania Cypress Ability: Oxygen Manipulation with Metal Purification FC: Jessica Chastain Sister: Noah Cypress || Terra Ability: Earth Manipulation FC: Sophie Turner Uncle: Norman Cypress || Cast Iron Ability: Metal Manipulation & Skin FC: Aaron Eckhart ███████████████ Relationships   Relationships Noah Cypress || Sister Krista Müller || Cousin Erick Anderson || Cousin ███████████████ Other   Other ⚝Lucia was home-schooled after her powers manifested. ⚝Painting and art became a form of escapism that Lucia indulged in, her room back home now overtaken by easels and equipment more than personal artifacts. ⚝She really likes the colour red. Red lipstick makes her feel powerful and confident in situations where she feels less than. ⚝Lucia isn't necessarily shy or introverted... she just wants people to respect her personal bubble. ⚝Art Inspo 1 | 2 | 3 ⚝Font: Madelyn Fill

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Lucia moved to the char tab!

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^{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: The Quad, Music Stall
𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴: Krista Müller & Luciana Cypress}
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“Come join us at the music club! It’s a tune of fun!”

Krista Müller was a woman on a mission. Despite the cheery grin on her face, there was a lot running through her mind. She scanned the crowds that were attending the fair at the quads, a plentiful turnout yet no one seemed to be even peeking in her direction. Was she a bit too intense? Maybe, but the music club was her pride and joy. It deserved a little bit of crazy.

“Auditions closing in a week, you will note want to miss out!”

It couldn’t be the puns.

Her eyes met someone’s over the crowd.

She moved fast.

“Cello! Are you new here?”

The blonde girl Krista had approached was even shorter than her. She was dressed in a black turtle neck under a loose white shirt, paired with fitted stiff jeans, but the most interesting thing about her was the pair of gloves that just barely peeked out from under her white shirt. There was a thin layer of sweat marking her forehead, making it all the more strange the number of layers she had on.

“Ah… yes… I’m a freshman.” The shorter blonde responded, seemingly alarmed. She took a hesitant step backwards, putting some more space between her and Krista, leaving the latter surprised.

“My name is Krista Müller. I’m a junior and a member of the music club. What’s your name?”

“My name is Lucia Cypress…”

Sensing discomfort from Lucia, Krista’s eyebrows knitted in concern. Immediately going into her ’mother goose’ mode, she gave Lucia a gentle, reassuring smile. “It’s really lovely to meet you, Lucia. I hope your first week at Crystal Peak was fun and comfortable.” Krista wanted to ask about the surname, to find out if Lucia was really a sister or a cousin, but quelling the discomfort took priority. She'll just put a pin on it for later.

“It… was interesting at least. Really hard to get used to.” Lucia responded, making Krista laugh lightly.

“Did you get lost on your way to the quads? I did that when I first got here. Took me almost a month to figure out how to get from my classes to the cafeteria!” She took a moment to allow Lucia to relax further, only continuing when she saw Lucia shyly smile back at Krista. “Are you interested in looking at clubs?”

Lucia nodded lightly, “I just arrived so I was just wandering around. I don’t know what I’m looking for…” Lucia admitted, her pale cheeks growing slightly pink.

Krista chuckled softly. “It can get pretty overwhelming, I get it. How about I show you to my stall first?” She then gestured towards the stall that was decorated with East of Eden merch and other music paraphernalia. “That’s my stall over there, I’m from the music club-- though I told you that already. Sorry, I get a bit eager and forget things. Tell me, are you a creative person, Lucia?”

Lucia barely seemed to think before she nodded, “I like to think so.” She responded shyly.

Krista clapped her hands once in excitement, “Perfect! Have you heard of East of Edens? We’re this really awesome symphonic rock type band and our lead singer -- that’s Eve by the way -- is looking for potential recruits. Come, check out the stall!” Krista beckoned Lucia towards the stall, which now had some more interested faces looking at the merch on display and whispering amongst themselves.

“There’s five of us in the band right now, six if you include Alyssa, our cool manager, or seven if you include Brad.” Not that Krista remembered him quitting, but he just suddenly stopped turning up one day. Luckily for the band, Zak had finally made his official debut the same time and the rest was history. “It’s a really chill place to be, even if you don’t want to be part of the band.” Krista’s voice grew slightly louder, allowing her voice to carry to the rest of the interested faces around the stall. “We host a lot of get-togethers and Dewey -- Professor Martin, our teacher sponsor -- is really awesome as well. It’s like, all good vibes and we all have a laugh!” Krista picked up two different sheets of paper, handing one to Lucia who was standing on one edge of the crowd before handing the other sheet to the lad standing on the other side. “There’s two different sign up sheets if you’re interested, one for the music club itself and the other is if you’re interested in auditioning for East of Eden. I recommend at least signing up for the music club and checking us out tonight at Elysium. Test our vibes y'know? We're hosting a party to welcome all the new freshmen and Crestview students with a wicked wild party and you’re all welcome to crash.”

Some of the students began signing the music club sheets, not too many but at least there was some interest early into the fair. Krista would count this as a win. But turning to check on Lucia, Krista found her staring at the sheet of paper before handing it off to the person next to her, very carefully making sure that no part of her hands made contact with the person beside her.

“Have you got any questions? I’m happy to answer anything if you have any hesitations?” Krista offered gently when she approached Lucia. Lucia only took one step backwards, ensuring that there was enough space between them before looking around the fair.

“I’m… really sorry to waste your time but… I don’t play music. I like to paint.” The platinum blonde admitted. There was a small pause before Lucia added, “Do you know where I can find the art club? That… might me more my style…”

Rule #1 of recruiting, always ask if they're interested in what you're offering.

“Sure, ah, it’s a couple stalls down that way. You’ll know it when you see it, they have painted splattered posters and examples of what current members have made last year up next to the stall.” Krista laughed, though she couldn’t avoid the awkward feeling anymore. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked what kind of creative you are. It’s okay though, the art club will take care of you just as well!”

“Again, I’m really sorry too, I really hope I didn’t upset anybody-”

“Nonsense! It’s okay, but please do come to the party later in the evening. It’s a good time to connect with people and who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy our band?” Krista quickly waved off Lucia’s concerns with a bright smile, the old surname pin Krista made in her head long forgotten.

“Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you, Krista, I'll see you later.” With her worries adequately squashed, Lucia left the music stall to follow the direction towards the art stalls, leaving Krista to handle the other remaining students still interested in the music club.

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Mithra Sharma

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||- 19^th Feb (19) || South Asian || Female || Agnostic (raised Hindu) & Bisexual || Single -||
^{Banita Sandhu | 53687E}

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𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

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First the material, instead of traditional silk, was made of fortified soft sheen lycra mixed with plant fibre (for control) - allowing her to breathe and move fast in her clothes despite the loose pallu wrapped around the front of her chest. The skin left bare allows for her to efficiently call for whatever plant she needs. She wears hard toed shoes that allows her to kick enemies at close range but comfortable enough to move quickly in. To protect her bare skin from direct attacks, Mithra is capable of covering it with Cedar wood which is decently fire resistant and tough to cut through. It also packs a mean and sharp punch. However, she is considering carrying a fire extinguisher around to protect her from fire as well as act as a decent heavy object to hit targets with when in a pinch.	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ███████████████ History   History TW: Abuse The Sharma house was never a home. Mithra's father was rarely present, often away on business calls to better provide for the family, leaving Mithra alone with her mother's side of the family. The Batras are a long line of near infamous faces in India, many of them being heroes of some degree. Mithra's own mother was a Crystal Peak legacy, much like Mithra's aunt from her father's side Ananya. All things considered, Mithra had nothing to ask for. Her family had the money, the connections, they had it all. Yet it was never enough. Diya Batra's hero career ended as quickly as it started. A few years after graduation from Crystal Peak, all it took was a villain to take advantage of a distracted Diya and crush her under a tumbling building along with the group of civilians she was attempting to save. Diya survived, but lost her ability to use her legs in the process and three of the five civilians perished in the attack. The villain fled the scene and was never caught. When Diya returned home after a month in the hospital, her heart was still left crushed under the rubble back in the scene. Diya's unfulfilled dreams left her wanting more, craving more, and so when Mithra's own abilities manifested shortly after the age of 11, the training began. It would be a lie to say it started off easy. Mithra had always been in after school activities, including martial arts in the hopes that she could follow her mother and aunt on the road to heroism. Instead, Mithra was suffocated with unrelenting studying and fighting, always forced to fight trainers far too rough on a young girl. When Mithra complained, her mother would demand them to try harder. "You'll end up a cripple like me if you don't train today." The frank warning always scared the growing Sharma. She was quickly enrolled in preparatory schools to better her chances to get into Crystal Peak. When Mithra didn't perform as expected, Diya would withhold food as punishment, or use a cane against the back of Mithra's legs. The only respite Mithra ever got was when her aunt would visit, making Anya a source of comfort in her life. The other source of comfort came from minor acts of rebelling, getting out of studying here or sneaking out there. She'd spend most of the nights partying when she'd tell her mother that she was studying, or indulging and perfecting growing weed through her ability to relax. By the time it was time for Mithra to apply for Crystal Peak, the girl had near perfected her double life. Mithra applied for Crystal Peak with the assumption that her legacy and ability strength would be enough to receive an acceptance. However, when the letter came with the stamp of Crestview College, Mithra had no choice but to hide it from her mother. She pretended she succeeded, packed her bags and moved to New York quickly. The lie didn't last long, but at least Mithra was away from the fireworks when Diya did find out. ███████████████ Reputation   Reputation Mithra is a boisterous young woman with a love for doing whatever the hell she wants. She runs her mouth, talks smack and is willing to talk with her fist if the situation comes to it. She has no control over her emotions and is a rather passionate person to be around if not outright unpleasant. ███████████████████ Fear & Motivation   Fear & Motivation Mithra is motivated by herself. She wishes to enjoy her youth and do whatever the hell she wants. She can be a hero any day, but she needs the life experience to make for a good conversation point at her future interview first. Mithra has always been a confident and brash woman, pretending hard not to have any fears. As a result, she's unlikely to admit that she fears one day she will end up like her mother, bitter and broken with nothing to do but reminisce about the could-be's. She tries to live her life to the fullest to avoid such a future.

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Mithra moved to the char tab!

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝖜 𝖊 𝖑 𝖈 𝖔 𝖒 𝖊 𝖕 𝖆 𝖗 𝖙 𝖞

_{location: Arriving for the party at the Acropolis
interactions: Coco, Eros & Xōchi
mentions: Acropolis Crew}

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“Maitea! Look here!”

“Turn this way!”

“Is it true that you’re dating your co-star?”

“Oh my god I love you!”

The screams were endless. The chaos a blur amongst the crowd. Some were leeches hoping to take a picture, others trying to sell the next big story on the likes of US Weekly. Some were regular mortals, swept up in the hubbub of witnessing a celebrity with their own eyes. Xōchiquetzal gave her crowd a practiced smile.

It had been her who tipped off the media of her upcoming presence at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, her flight from LA long enough for the paparazzi to set up camp right by arrivals. Turning to the last person who declared their love for her, she leaned slightly into the stranger to pose for a selfie with her devoted fan, giving the camera a sweet smile and wink before being ushered away by security.

The easy smile remained on Xōchiquetzal’s face until the doors of her black Range Rover Evoque closed, hiding her from the crowd outside. Only then her mask slipped, leaning into the comfortable leather seats for only a second before she called out.

“Alright, take me home.” Her driver nodded at her from the rear mirror before following her command wordlessly. The luncheon was likely long finished by now, the twinkling stars painting the pink skies like little freckles on delicate skin. She contemplated changing her destination to the Jade Jaguar to surprise her mother, but the thought escaped her when she looked out her window, a familiar figure meandering on the side of the road.

“No fucking way- STOP THE CAR!” Xōchiquetzal shouted, her driver slamming on the breaks in reaction. Xōchi barely waited for the car before she rolled down her tinted windows, pushing her head out the window to gaze upon the woman carefully. “Coco? Is that you?!”

Comus was content waltzing down the street dressed in garb commandeered from the mortals she scared away. Thankfully the fountain in the park was filled with water for her to wash the filth and grime from her body, cold though it was.

She was intrigued and amazed at the sights of the world around her, no longer was she among the Golden Age, nor was she still in Italy - that much was evident in the languages spoken around her. Though she was able to gather some latin roots here and there no one seemed to speak the beautiful language itself. 'Such strange creatures they are,' she found herself thinking, eyes twinkling with the fire lights surrounding the buildings she passed, both big and small.

A large black carriage of sorts pulled up beside her as she skipped her way through town, a window down and a head of hair popped out knowing her name. At a quick glance her eyes gleamed on mirth, "Xōchi?! Είσαι εσύ! Πού ήσασταν; Πού έχω πάει; Τι είναι αυτό το μέρος; Πεινάω έχεις φαγητό?" Her grecian language was coming out in full force but she couldn't be blamed when most of her life on earth was spent in some nightmare fueled slumber. Didn't have any time to pick up the newest languages of the world. It didn't stop the agent of chaos from running up to the window and throwing her arms through the open window and around the beautiful goddess, squeezing her tightly afraid it was all still a terrible dream.

The Aztec Goddess squealed in happiness, taking Coco into her arms in what could be argued as the world’s most uncomfortable hug. The ramble of Greek spilling from Coco’s lips made no sense to Xōchi, but the excitable greeting helped with the context. “You’ve been gone for so long, I haven’t seen you for millenia! And this is how you show up, looking like a street rat?” Not on Xōchi’s watch. “Come in, get in the car. We have so much to catch up on!”

It didn't take being told twice for the dark haired beauty to comply and hop into the large contraption with her long standing friend. If anything Comus was excited for what the rest of this night would bring.

After sitting beside the Aztec for what seemed like ages, when in reality it was just a few moments, Coco began asking questions about the wonderous world she had woken up to. "What is this contraption? How long have I been gone?" Her English was beginning to figure itself out the more she spoke, especially since it was something Xōchi called to her with. Though, it was a lot different from the last time she had heard and used it. So strange to come back to such a changed environment.

It made her wonder about everyone else. Clearly they didn't all sleep as she had. Were they still around? Had any died simply because they felt like it? _{'Did someone manage to kill one of them?'} her mind was running a mile a minute, only coming to an abrupt stop at her latest thought. An audible gasp spilling from her.

Finally her eyes focused back on her friend beside her, no longer glassy and far away as she was lost in her own world. Voices ushering themselves off back to the dark corners of her mind allowing for listening ears to take a turn in the driver's seat.

In the meantime, Xōchi ordered her driver to make haste back home, there was a fashion emergency awaiting them and Xōchi couldn’t stand seeing Coco look so shabby beside her. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were gone for a long while. It is the year 2022, the Festival started today.” Right on time for Coco to wake up then. “And this ‘contraption’ is a car. Where were you all this time? Nobody has seen you take the ambrosia, how are you alive?” Something wasn’t sitting right with Xōchi, it was like Coco had slept while the world turned without her.

Luckily the airport wasn’t a far journey from Xōchi’s home, so the Goddess was able to usher Coco inside. “The shower is here, my closet is yours. Choose wisely, we’re heading to Acropolis to see Eros.”

Upon entering the lavish home of her dear friend Coco was star struck. She admired everything she passed, running her fingers over the surfaces of things, before her attention was pulled elsewhere. Upon hearing Eros' name the mischievous one grinned and giggled before skipping into the bathroom to figure out how to work the knobs of the shower.

After it was turned on, many attempts to get it right only resulted in Xōchi having to step in to help, she nearly melted down the drain below her bare feet. The feeling of water rushing over felt cleansing, ridding her if the stickiness of sweat that covered her like a second skin. Of the dryness of that… chamber she was bound in for so long.

It was strange, surreal even, the long sleep she had found herself in. Well, she hadn't realized what it was at the time. But after speaking with Xōchi, through her spacious powder room, about what has happened in the world without her, it was the only thing that made sense. Why else would she have missed the last few hundred years or so? Definitely not something she did on purpose. Why would she willingly miss out on all the potential chaos and debauchery? The idea made her sick.

Once the grime and grit were washed from her body it didn’t take Comus long to find the enormous closet filled to the rafters with cloth of varying colors and textures. Her eyes aglow with the excitement of getting to choose something from the beauty’s own personal collection. She called out from the maze that was her closet, “Are you sure I can have one?” Though she knew the answer regardless.

For her long time friend? “Everything in that closet is yours, noyollo icniuh.” There has been far too much that Coco missed out on. The Goddess had mentioned to Xōchi that she had been asleep, the chamber she rested in freezing her in place until now. Perhaps Comus' awakening was a sign that chaos was incoming. The thought of chaos was absolutely thrilling knowing that her boredom will be quelled.

Xōchi and Comus shared the title as Gods of excess, and many of their initial gatherings were spent playing and partying with other Gods and mortals alike. With Comus back, Xōchi felt like the party could truly begin again. But for that, they had to get to the biggest party hotspot first.

“You’ll enjoy Acropolis, Coco. It is a haven built for the likes of us. Xōchi told Comus, putting the final touches on her makeup and outfit, refreshed from traveling at the prospect of having a party. “It is the perfect place to make your debut after sleeping for so long.”

Stepping out of the luxurious wardrobe, a wicked smile plastered across her face, the goddess of revelry and anarchy struck a pose against the doorframe, “Then we shouldn’t keep them waiting~!”

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Upon arriving at Casa de Acropolis, more information had been divulged to the now woken goddess. Not only had she missed centuries of new inventions and fun new ways to cause chaos, a different type of chaos; one of death, recently struck the first day of the Festival just moments before her supposed awakening. Suspicious to say the least, but Comus wasn’t concerned about that. Truthfully, the connection never crossed her mind. She wasn’t one for searching for a deeper meaning in the world around her, too focused on making the most of the here and now.

Which just happened to place them on the doorstep of the infamous party house, run and owned by the frat boys of the Greek pantheon themselves; Hercules and Apollo. Seeing as their car was placed haphazardly in the front, Xōchi’s driver had to swerve in order to not hit it - a bummer in Coco’s eyes - it was clear that they were home. Though from what she had heard about this place the silence stemming from the mansion was a little off putting.

“So much for party,” she pouted and kicked in the door, voice carrying through the seemingly empty and silent home, “Ω ρε γαμώτο! Πού είσαι?!”

The Greek god of love, who had been meandering lazily out of his room, arm slung round the dainty shoulders of some mortal, suddenly stopped when he heard an oh so familiar voice. Practically, and in his defence entirely accidentally, pushing the poor girl over, he ran to the top of the staircase. Hands resting against the bannister, he leant over, it being a miracle that he didn't fall. Eyes, emerald and bright, widened in joy at the sight before him.

Unable to wait any longer, Eros bounded down the stairs, before sweeping Coco off her feet and swinging her around in a wide, and thoroughly unnecessary, circle. "Comus ρε ράτσα, πού ήσουν! Είμαι σε απόλυτη απόγνωση χωρίς εσένα!"

Putting the goddess down, he turned to her companion, slipping back into English as easily as breathing. "Xōchi! Looking beautiful as always." He grabbed her hands, holding them gently. "Tell me. Where did you find her? I hope off causing utter chaos somewhere?" His lips turned up at the corners in a wicked smile as he beamed at his friends.

Xōchi leaned over to give Eros a kiss on either cheek, a formal yet playful greeting amongst the two. “Wandering the streets looking terrible, but I fixed our little Chaos up and brought her to the best place where she can thrive.“ Xōchi then took a moment to look around, sighing in disappointment when she didn’t see the typical Acropolis vibes in place. “Looks like you guys need her.”

Comus screamed with laughter at being rushed and swung around, the adrenaline of seeing such an old friend bringing a sense of euphoria to her. She placed a kiss of her own to his cheek as he set her down and stood off to the side watching her two closest friends greet each other and nodding along as Xōchi explained the situation. “She did and you absolutely do,” she kissed Xōchi once more in thanks for helping her so.

Without giving either of them a chance to react her manic eyes landed on the mortal still standing at the banister above them, hair disheveled and tussled. Looking thoroughly satiated but the expression she wore was one of pure annoyance and jealousy. “Aw, love~! Don’t be upset. Not many people can satisfy our boy here. Well,” she looked between herself and the Aztec, “We can.” The smirk that graced the Grecian's face was downright smug, haughty even. The poor girl didn't know what hit her as she huffed and stomped her way down the stairs, roughly pushing past Chaos like it wouldn’t result in her breaking a bone or two. In the blink of an eye Comus had snatched the mortal by the hair and smashed her face into the door before opening it and pushing her outside in a single, smooth motion.

”I’m so glad to be back~!" Dusting her hands as if she had completed some menial task - like taking out the trash. Now, let’s get this started! There isn’t anything fun going on here. What’s happened? Someone die~?” She laughed, though it felt so strange coming from her, a sound not heard in hundreds of years even to her own ears. Her dark, albeit annoying, laughter that filled the space around them bounced off walls. A dark omen surely to follow.

"I know, it's all terribly droll." Eros replied idly, his gaze moving away from the door as it swung shut. He did feel bad, she had seemed nice enough, but Comus tended to bring out his mischievous side and he wasn't about to deny the goddess her fun after so long away. "They're all at the festival. Though I do hope my grandmother has murdered someone for eating too many hors d'oeuvre..." He stretched his arms above his head lethargically. It had been a night of little sleep and he'd only strayed from his bed when...Amanda? Ashley? When whomever had insisted they head out for food. "It would at least be something to talk about."

Xōchi barely gave the mortal a glance before Coco dealt with her pride accordingly. Of course it was expected for the little girl to be jealous of Coco and herself, what could a mortal do to compete with two elite Goddesses? She waved lazily at the swinging door, her attention directed to her companions instead. “What if I told you there has been a murder, dear love.“ Xōchi answered Eros, as though what she said was a fun bit of gossip (well, considering her companions…). “A shame that none of us were there to see it, but my mother saw the bodies of the two Greek children of death before she left.“

Coco's attention had been piqued a d as she whipped her head back towards their friend , her eyes shone with an emotion unfamiliar to her. "Which ones? Was it Melinoë? Poor Hades… well, poor souls who thought they could get away with it," another laugh. It really would be a fantastic death to witness, someone getting what they're due. The idea made her giddy.

"Makes sense why the house would be so silent. Death clings to them… we should fix that. Give 'em something to celebrate and I guess get their minds off of the tragedy," the brunette finished with a roll of her eyes. Waltzing through the expanse that is the Acropolis, Coco banged on counters and cabinets alike trying to get any and all attention on the fact that they were there and ready to party. It wasn't in her nature to have a party for any other reason than just because. But for the circumstances she supposed a distraction is as good as any.

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𝖘 𝖔 𝖑 𝖎 𝖉 𝖆 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖞
𝖘 𝖔 𝖑 𝖎 𝖉 𝖆 𝖗 𝖎 𝖙 𝖞

^{𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Hades & Persephone's home
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Thor @metanoia, Hades @sly13 & Persephone @Aewin
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Though the God of Thunder had never met either prince or princess of the underworld, that didn’t mean he didn’t feel some aspect of pain seeing their bodies laid on the floor. The screams alone that filled the halls of the Olympic club from both Melinoe and Persephone had the penetration power that would make any great warrior cry or feel some form of grief. Thor was no exception to this. He never met them, it’s true, but he heard stories about them from Persephone, and part of him had come to know and appreciate the love that they gave her. As a father himself, though it’s been many years since Thor has laid eyes on both Magni and Modi, he couldn’t comprehend the loss this must have on the Greek’s death family.

Over the duration that she had been his pupil, Thor had grown especially close to her. Whether during their lessons or after or before, there was always one constant and that was family. She'd speak highly about her family: her husband, her kids, Melinoe, Zagreus, and Macaria. Thor had never met them personally, as he never had any reason to past the many stories he heard about them from their mother's lips and the supportive words she spoke about them.

After the brief, yet noteworthy display of heartbreak and anguish that Persephone displayed and she was left with her husband and being guided out of the club by Hati, Thor made his exit too. There wasn’t anything he could do at this point. He wasn’t an investigator like Athena, his brother, Heimdall, or any of the other gods who might be a detective. He’d only get in the way, and of course, there was the matter of his heart hurting for Persephone.

Thor was still in a rough shape, that much was true. His wound was still healing. His shoulder hurt, but it didn’t matter to him as much. Sekhmet, before she ditched him, had done all that she could. HIs main focus was to check on his friend. So that’s what he did.

Hopping into his truck, Thor drove across town. In the hindsight of everything that was happening, he was thankful that Persephone had occasionally invited him over to her home. Or sometimes she’d ask if her lessons could be carried out at her home. Thor didn’t mind because it still meant he was getting paid and sometimes a change of scenery was good for the soul and focus. The drive itself was long.

Going across Seattle, using the highways and street roads, one thing Thor would never grow tired of was the environment that Persephone’s home was in. All natural forest, it reminded him vastly of the forests of Asgard. How green and majestic they were. There was nothing quite like it and the rejuvenating feeling it filled you up with.

“And there it is,” he noted, coming to a stop at the drive way. Still as beautiful as it was the first time he came here. Thor did have a moment of apprehension, though. It was mostly about her husband. Hades, King of the Underworld. It was, if nothing else, intimidating for Thor and he seldom was intimidated.Shaking it off, he exited his truck that sat off to the side and made the trek up and gave the door a few knocks, standing and waiting in long silence.

“Just make sure they're here alright. I wish it was under different circumstances but we don't have time for the normal routine.” Hades paused for a second waiting for the confirmation from the other end of the line before ending the call and placing the phone in his pocket. Hades turned to look at a small picture frame on the shelf just above the fireplace. It was old by the standards of mortals he supposed but it felt like only yesterday to him. It was one of the few occasions the whole family had gotten together for a picture. Seeing their smiles brought back the raging anger that took all his control to keep a lid on top of. “What I wouldn't do to see those smiles one last time.”

Knock Knock Knock

The sounds of knocking shook him from his thoughts as he made his way to the door. Hades slowly opened the door revealing the norse god before him. Hades stared intently at the man before him looking him up and down as if he was judging him before allowing him entry into their home. Hades didn't have any strong feelings one way or another about the norse but Thor had shown his wife kindness and thus earned himself a small pass from the judgment of lord of the underworld.

Almost instantly Hades demeanor softened ever so slightly as he welcomed the Thunder god through his doors. “Thor Odinson, welcome to our humble home.” Hades stepped aside allowing him to enter. “Please join us in the front room, Persephone will be with us shortly.”

“Who is that? Oh!” Like she was summoned, Persephone greeted Thor and Hades at the entrance hall, a tray in her hand with a steaming tea pot, mugs and some biscuit assortments. Persephone looked at Thor in surprise before ushering him further inside the best she could with busy hands.

When seated in their living room, Persephone started pouring tea for Hades. “Would you like some tea, Thor? I’ve brewed us some lavender and chamomile tea.”

When Thor took his seat, opposite of the couple, of course, because he may have been a Norse, but he wasn’t a caveman. He knew how manners worked. “Yeah, sure that sounds nice.” Thor always did like the tea that Persephone brewed up even if he wasn’t much of a tea God himself. As she poured it, he kept dividing his occasional gaze between both Persephone and Hades.”I didn’t mean to drop by unannounced. I imagine with…everything, the last thing you wanted was someone showing up, but I was concerned for you, Persephone. And you as well, Hades. I wanted to see how you were holding up.”

Hades allowed himself to relax ever so slightly as he took his seat beside his wife. As the thunder god spoke Hades watched intently in between sips of his tea. Though he had a feeling he could trust Thor it was simply in his nature to be skeptical of most everyone. “Well I appreciate you stopping by to check on us. Now more than ever it's important to have friends close by.”

Persephone gave Thor a watery smile, grateful for a friend like him. Persephone had chosen to contact Thor to join his dojo out of boredom one day, hoping to spend some hours of the day away from the world tree. Learning self defense never hurt anybody, and Persephone had hoped that she could utilize whatever she had learnt to protect her family. Unfortunately, the choice was stolen from her. “Thank you, Thor. I appreciate your visit too, it helps to know we have support from other pantheons.” While Persephone did not want to dwell upon it, but the death of her children meant that there was a way to kill other Gods as well. Danger loomed over them all where not even ambrosia was enough to save them.

With a smile, Thor nodded, taking a small sip of the surprisingly delicious tea that Persephone had brewed for the three of them. It was true, Thorcould understand the idea of what they were literally experiencing. Since the fall, he had not heard from nor been aware of his two sons’ survival, whether Magni or Modi were alive or dead. That in itself, that he could understand and that’s what pained him the most: to see anyone suffer through that kind of pain -- real or not -- hurt his soul.

He could see the pain in their eyes. Hades was better at hiding it, but no man, god, or primordial being could hide that level of sorrow, so Thor knew what he must do right now was to shift the tone just a little bit. “This tea is delicious by the way. The lavender really highlights the chamomile. And the biscuits are delicious. They’re so buttery!” Even though he wanted to help either her or Hades smile, Thor was genuine. He found the mix of the flavors of tea and the biscuits to be a great combination, despite not being the kind of God that ate anything like it on the regular. He was more of a take-out kind of God.

Hades smirked slightly at the thunder gods' antics before his face returned to his normal stoic one. He could appreciate the efforts Thor was pouring forth to make the situation even the slightest bit more comfortable. It was never easy for anyone to be in such a situation, nevertheless being forced to stare someone such as himself down. “Persephone has always had a way with tea brewing.” Hades said, placing a hand on top of his wifes and looking at her lovingly. “I myself am hopeless when it comes to such skills.” As soon as Hades finished speaking an older woman stepped into the room.

“Excuse me Mr. Blackwell but some of your investors have arrived.”

“Ah yes, thank you very much Grace.” After she left Hades turned to his wife and placed a kiss on her cheek while giving her hand one last squeeze before standing. “Well I suppose business never stops, does it? It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Odinson.” After finishing his farewell Hades turned to leave the leave room where three finely dressed men had appeared and were now waiting for him. The first man was in his late 40’s, the man beside him was clearly in his 50’s to 60’s with a full head of white hair. The last one was a much younger man who could only be in his 20's, possibly 30’s at most. “Right this way gentlemen.” Hades said as he led them down the hall and out of view.

Persephone watched her husband disappear down the hall, a soft smile left on her face after his compliment. “I don’t know what I would do without Hades either.” She admitted to Thor, somewhat lost in her own thoughts. “I wouldn’t be sitting here alive, right now, if it weren’t for him.” To Persephone, her children were everything. Her family was everything. “I wish I had the chance to say the same to my Zagreus and Macaria. Tell them I love them.” Finally Persephone looked at Thor, really taking in his features carefully.

“Even if you’re not close, I hope you can tell your family that you love them. Never take the ones you love for granted.” Persephone had to learn that the hard way, for a second time.

Thor couldn’t help himself from glancing at the investors that passed by the hallway. His eyes counted three of them. It was difficult, even now, for Thor to shut off his naturally curious self. Be it at a friend’s house and comforting them or on the streets of Belltown as The Blue Crusader, he could never truly shut it off. In the back of his mind, he wondered what Hades did. Must be a solid job to afford a place like this fancy house. Definitely made his small studio apartment look like an ant in comparison.

He took a sip of his tea, refocusing on the real reason he was here and what, honestly, mattered the most. As she talked about Hades and her children and just about family in general, Thor couldn’t say he had the same loving relationship with his own. Heimdall was probably the only one of his family he held in any favorable light and even then, that relationship was strained at best. “I wish it was that easy, Persephone, I really do. My family…there’s so much to unpack there that I wouldn’t even know where to begin, you know?” He stared down into the cup in his hands, thinking about the last time he didn’t have a loathing feeling for his father. Heimdall, as less of a pain in the ass as he is in comparison, was a kissass. And Thor just couldn’t ignore that, or maybe he refused to?

Persephone took a sip of her tea as she listened to Thor. “Perhaps now is the time to consider your relationships carefully, whether holding onto the past is such a good idea.” Persephone knew it was easier said than done, she had her own grudges she was fighting. Demeter came to mind, a loving mother that tore the world looking for her but Persephone never appreciated the effort in the past. Her heavy heart sank some more as she realized the pain she put her own mother through, dismissing her as an overbearing parent only so Persephone could enjoy the taste of freedom offered by Hades. “I apologise for meddling, my thoughts are all over the place.”

Thor shook his head. “No need to apologize. It’s quite alright.” The truth was Persephone was absolutely right in everything she said - the God of Thunder knew that much. He might not be ready to do what she said quite yet, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see that what she said was right.

Between his brothers and his father, Thor had avoided them for so long. He neglected everything that Odin tried to do in terms of reaching out, refusing to even accept his olive branches. For decades, Thor tried to justify it by what happened in the past, but how long could he truly keep putting it off? How long could he justify not at least hearing Odin out? Eventually he would have to be the honorable god he always professed that he was and at least give Odin a chance to either surprise him or prove him right that he always will be swine.

“You know what’s hilarious? I came here to check up on you, but here you are doing that very thing for me. Maybe the student has surpassed the teacher.” He chuckled at the thought.

Persephone laughed alongside Thor, allowing the bizarreness of their situation amuse her for a little bit. “Everybody needs someone to look out for them. I’m glad I have you to turn to. And I hope to be a good friend in return.” She paused for a moment, the quiet comfortable between the two of them. Another thought lingered in her mind, a worry that felt selfish to even consider above her grief. “I had been looking forward to the luncheon for so long. It was the first in a while that Zagreus and Macaria decided to attend. I wanted my family in one place, so I could have broken the news to all at once.”

“News?” Thor muttered. He studied her face, the way her expressions changed from content joy to something that made him think she was bothered by something.

What was once meant to be a golden opportunity for bonding and delight now tainted by darkness and blood. “I’m with child. Hades… he doesn’t know yet. I wanted to tell them all together, to celebrate together. Now… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The God of Thunder stood there, still looking at Persephone, trying to process what she just confessed to him and not her husband. That alone was something worth taking a moment or two to digest. Did it speak to the level of comfort their friendship had? Perhaps, but Thor also couldn’t stop his mind from going to a place of even greater concern for her. A day that was supposed to be filled with cheer was now one they would never forget.

“Persephone..” Thor spoke until he got her attention, “I’m so sorry. For everything.” Though he sat across from her, Thor moved to the same couch that she sat on, sitting next to his friend, and grabbed her hand, squeezing it just slightly. “I don’t know what you should do, but if you ever need anything, I promise as your friend and your teacher, I’ll do anything I can to help. Should you wish to tell Hades and want support, I’ll be there in the hour! I promise you’re not alone in any sense.”

It was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She hadn’t meant to reveal everything to Thor, especially in such a sudden manner. His support meant the world to Persephone, a friend in her corner in a time she felt so lost and unsure. “Thank you, Thor. I didn’t expect you to have the answers, but your assurance alone means so much to me.” She spoke sincerely, giving him a tired smile. Exhaustion was starting to set in after such a trying day - or maybe it was the double dose of calming tea she had brewed that she could blame - but she slumped forward with her elbows on her knees holding up her head. “Thank you, really.” She repeated, unable to say much more.

“You never have to thank me. You’re my friend and favorite student.” Of course he wished he could do more to help her, but perhaps this was where he tagged out and let her husband, or that friendly butler take over. At the end of the day, her knowing that no matter the time of day or where he might be or what state he might be in (especially given how reckless he’s been as of late at night) that Thor would drop everything to be there for her was enough to not fret over.

Thor stood up, offering a hand for a tired Persephone. “I think it’s time I take my leave. It’s a long drive back into town, but will you be okay? I can stay a bit longer if you need me to.”

Persephone lifted her head to look at Thor, shaking her head in refusal. “I have taken more than enough of your time. Thank you again, for listening.” The thanks came out without her thinking, making Persephone offer Thor a sheepish smile. Persephone then stood up, giving Thor one last hug before seeing him to the door. With Thor’s assurance still ringing in her head, she waved her friend goodbye with renewed morale.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Xōchiquetzal, Goddess of Pleasure, Love, Beauty & Flowers

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𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ❃ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ❃ Xōchiquetzal is an old and well-known goddess whose origins are lost to time. Some legends report her as the daughter of Tlazolteotl while others link her as the wives of various important Aztec deities including Xiuhtecuhtli, Tlaloc and Tezcatlipoca. Despite her unclear origins, what remains is her association with Tamoanchan, one of the thirteen heavens known for its green and cold paradise. Within Tamoanchan lied a great sacred tree, known as Xochitlicacanp. Xōchiquetzal thrived in paradise, marrying Tlaloc and taking lovers as she wished, including Tezcatlipoca. However, enraged by the goddess of love's fickleness, Tezcatlipoca convinced the young goddess that the flowers of Xochitlicacanp would look beautiful woven into delicate tapestries. When she plucked the flowers for her craft, the tree fractured into two and blood started to seep out, causing the supreme god Ometeotl to emerge and banish Xōchiquetzal from heaven. Additionally, Xōchiquetzal is accredited with the creation of the first woman. The story goes that the four Aztec creation gods made the first man and woman to roam the world who later had a son named Pilcetecli. With no other people in the world or for Pilcetecli to marry, the creation gods weaved a woman out of Xōchiquetzal's hair to become Pilcetecli's wife. As a result, Xōchiquetzal became the goddess and protector of women. She is also associated with the creation of scorpions, bats and the bad-smelling air of Mictlan. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ❃ Xōchiquetzal doesn't remember the fall. What is there to fall from when she already resided amongst mortals? Xōchiquetzal took to semi-mortaldom, thriving amongst mortals despite now losing her many gifts. She may have lost her ability to bless women with skilled craftsmanship or protect young mothers through the perils of childbirth, but her beauty remained ethereal. It was her beauty supported her through the eras, between seducing the rich and roaming the world, Xōchiquetzal had nothing to want for thanks to her many lovers. Adorned in jewels, Xōchiquetzal coasted through life up to today. She took up many identities, her favourite being her current one as Maitea Tlatoa, a popular actress that seemingly came from nowhere. Now, Xōchiquetzal enjoys being revered once again, even if she does miss the occasional ritualistic sacrifice every now and then. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ❃ Xōchiquetzal is enjoying an indulgent life of luxury and entertainment. The blitz and glamour of Hollywood is entertaining, though she can't help but miss something new and exciting. Perhaps its time for her to claim another lover. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ❃ Truthfully, Xōchiquetzal is a masterful actress. Where she pretends to never have any fears, she hides her inability to be alone. She desires to be desired, and what kind of goddess of love would she be if she is never loved?

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲?

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐔𝐖 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Isabel, Ares @Legion02 & Sekhmet @Aewin

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Perhaps it truly had been a mistake to attend the luncheon.

Sweet Macaria, her only ally in a disturbed world. The only Goddess that Sekhmet bonded with on another, a deeper level. The closest thing to a best friend the Egyptian goddess had. Had. Macaria, who had been kind and accepting, the one who supported Sekhmet through her darkest years, now no longer counted amongst the living.

Had.

Tearing her eyes from Macaria to gaze upon the second body hurt just as much. Whispers around her named him Zagreus, but she only knew him as another forgotten name; as the beautiful mortal with so much life in him. Sekhmet choked on her spit, climbing from her seat beside Thor to stagger outside. The smell of blood was too much; it called to her.

She knew she couldn’t remain at the festival any longer in this state. Somehow Sekhmet managed to take her leave, practically throwing herself into her car in her haste to get away from the scene. As she pulled out, her hand dipped into her pocket to pull out her phone and ring the only number that frequented her call history besides Macaria.

The phone rang twice before she heard a familiar voice through the line - a sweet nurse on phone duty sounding infinitely as tired as Sekhmet felt. “I’m going to be early for my shift. I’m already on the way.” She was met with a pause and shuffling of paper on the other line.

“But you still have six hours-”

“Don’t care, I’ll work for free if I have to. Just get ready for the handover in thirty.” Sekhmet clicked the hangup button before tossing the device to the back seat. Any arguments the nurse would have could wait till she arrived. Not that it mattered, there was always a shortage of help in the wards. Nobody would complain about having the extra hand.

The immediate distraction that driving to work provided was welcome. Sekhmet parked in her usual bay before pulling out a fresh set of clothes. The last thing she needed was for people to question the club attire in the staff room.

When Sekhmet finally arrived at the emergency unit, she felt her grief go numb as though someone else was controlling her. She checked the nurse’s station for the list of active cases, anticipating her first case of the shift to be the one to make her forget the events of the day.

Time passed as it always did. People came and left, one way or another.

At night the paramedics rolled in another victim into Sekhmet’s emergency unit. There was no real haste to it. The wound was patched and the victim wouldn’t be bleeding out any time soon. It was a simple stab wound. The victim herself wasn’t too thrilled about that too. She was just frowning as the gurney she was on was wheeled in.

“Female, 27, stabbed in the left thigh with glass. No shards from what we could see. Hasn’t consumed alcohol or drugs. Allegedly.” One of the paramedics said as he passed Sekhmet and handed her the quick notes they had taken. It was mostly about her physical condition and status. She was a remarkably healthy woman.

“I haven’t!” Isabel was quick to retort. The paramedics didn’t acknowledge her complaints as they rolled her into one of the rooms.

Before Sekhmet could get into the room the paramedic quickly stopped her. “She’s an angry one.” He warned.

“She won’t be the first or only in this ward,” Sekhmet deadpanned. She took the notes and gave it a cursory glance but most of her attention was on the woman in front of her. The stab wound had been dealt with by the paramedics, but they couldn’t take any risks. Even the slightest nick to the femoral artery would spell a bloody end for the mortal.

The paramedics left the women in the ward, so Sekhmet started her usual routine. “I need to follow standard procedure, need to make sure you’re not dying.” Sekhmet warned. “You’ll need an MRI scan to see if there is any damage to your muscle tissue, and some blood tests to ensure there are no internal bleeds. But first…” The notes mentioned a regular blood pressure but things could change very quickly at the wards. Luckily the patient - Isabel Markov according to the notes - hadn’t been stitched prior to admission, making things slightly easier. “Can you tell me if you are hurting anywhere else?”

“Did you just really ask me that?” Isabel said with a raised eyebrow but she then quickly let out a sigh and fell back into the bed she was placed on. “My leg hurts like hell-“ She had refused any painkillers in the ambulance. “-but otherwise I’m feeling perfectly fine. Despite what those guys seemed to insinuate I really didn’t take any drugs or alcohol. Even though I could really use a drink.” Not that she was going to get one. In between antibiotics and god knows what else she’d have to take she wouldn’t be allowed to touch booze for two months. That was far too long to process the fact that she had some sort of crazy, psycho, killer sister.

As she laid down she did turn her head towards her doctor. “Hey… you’re not going to call my emergency contact for this right? Really it’s just a little scratch. It just looks bad I think. Lots of blood but that doesn’t mean anything. Right?” There was just a slight hint of desperation in her elsewise fairly neutral tone. She didn’t want her dad to know she got stabbed. It would create too many questions and there was far too much going on already for her to tangle him up now with this as well.

Sekhmet considered her options, pursing her lips in thought. “Can you tell me about the incident? Obviously this isn’t self-inflicted.” She probed instead, before sighing. Angry patients don’t like being questioned and Sekhmet wasn’t in the mood to be annoyed. “I can’t report anything you don’t want me to, but I will need to write up an incident report without your personal details if you don’t want the police or your contact involved.” Perhaps a little comforting, perhaps not. Ms Markov was a grown adult, and if her reports came back normal and nothing developed overnight then… Sekhmet had no choice but to follow her patient’s wishes. Her eyes caught nail wounds on Isabel’s hands that had been cleaned and disinfected by the paramedics on the way, confirming Sekhmet’s suspicions that Isabel had been under stress up until recently. “I won’t call your emergency contact, but I may need to should something happen overnight.”

Isabel let out a sigh of relief when she heard her emergency contact wouldn’t be called. The last thing she needed was for her dad to come rushing in. Isa had far too many questions for him right now to meet him on such unequal ground. She lifted her hands up meekly. The adrenaline was already leaving her. Her body began to feel sore from the fighting. _{“I didn’t do this myself this time.”} She quipped as she felt hazy for a second. The second she heard herself say it she snapped out of it. She pulled herself up to sit upright in the bed. It hurt but she would withstand it. “Right, report.” She quickly changed subject as she tried to appear more awake. “It’s a weird story. I just came into my room and there was some… stranger standing there. One thing led to another and we got into a fight.” She left out the fact that said stranger was some highly trained and blood curdling savage fighter. And that she was her sister in at least some capacity. The cops didn’t need to know that. “I would’ve won if she didn’t stab me! Right then security came in. After that things are a bit.. fuzzy.” She quickly added. She would’ve won if that stranger hadn’t stabbed her. She was sure of that! She always won. She always had to win.

After she said her story she knew she couldn’t hold the upright position on the bed. Slowly she let her fall back again. She felt a bit sleepy. That was probably the blood loss. Nothing she couldn’t fight with some will power. “Not really the five star hotel suite bed I was hoping to sleep in tonight, but I guess there are worse places to have to stay at night.” She said with a faint smile. Then she looked back at Doctor Ayad. “I’ll be alright, right doctor?”

Isabel’s wavering speech and declining consciousness was alarming for Sekhmet, and the swelling around her thigh seemed to be getting worse despite the bandages. Something told her that she didn’t have much time to demand a scan from the radiology department before Isabel’s injuries would turn critical. Her hand hovered over the pressured bandage, her godly essence probing at the wound to seek for internal damage.

There, roughly half an inch of glass embedded deep into her thigh and dangerously close to the femoral artery. As Sekhmet pressed the emergency call button beside Isabel’s bed, she kept her hand against Isabel’s thigh to maintain pressure. “Ms Markov, we need to retrieve this glass shard still in your thigh. You’ll be fine, but because you’ll be under anesthetic I will have no choice but to call your emergency contact.” Sekhmet warned as doctors rushed into Isabel’s ward.

“There’s swelling of the thigh, I can feel an object still embedded. Suspected aneurysm. Send her to the OT, it needs retrieval and stitches.” Sekhmet barked orders as assistants flooded the room. She turned back to Isabel one more time, giving her arm an assuring squeeze. “You’re in safe hands, Ms Markov. Leave it to us.”

“Wait what?” Isabel jolted up when she heard she had to be put under, but was immediately pushed down again by a nurse. “Don’t call him! Really you shouldn’t-“ Her eyes darted around. It was happening fast, but Isabel was used to these kinds of situations. When something escalates this fast all you can really do is go with the flow. She swallowed her last words of protest. Instead grabbed her doctor’s arm and looked her straight in the eyes. “Do me a favor alright. When he comes in, tell him I know about my sister.”

Sekhmet remained in the ward as Isabel’s bed was wheeled out. There wasn’t any time for her to worry for the little mortal when there was so much left to do. Sekhmet wasn’t even sure if she wanted to get involved with petty family drama when her own was enough. She followed the team shortly afterwards, maintaining distance as Isabel was prepared for surgery and only left the viewing room when the anesthesiologist walked in.

Duty calls.

At the nurse’s station, she pulled up Isabel’s admission records, allowing the Goddess to quickly pull up the number of her next of kin - Alexander Markov. As expected, Isabel didn’t want her father to get involved and considering the favor she’d asked of her? Reality television levels of drama could be expected. She dialed the number on the screen and when she heard the call get picked up, Sekhmet got started.

“Good evening, I am Dr. Nadia Ayad from UW medical center. Is this Alexander Markov?”

There was a very long pause coming from the other end.

“Sekhmet?”

“Yes, good, so-” It took a moment for Sekhmet to register exactly what she heard from the other side, having been relying on auto-pilot to guide her through the phone call. The voice was unmistaken on the other end, and her face immediately soured. “Ares.”

It took another moment for Sekhmet to realize exactly why she was on the line in the first place. “You’re Alexander Markov?”

”I am. Why are you calling me?” There was just a slight hint of worry in his voice.

Perhaps it was the result of the day Sekhmet had, or perhaps she was always waiting to get one over Ares. Regardless, with everything fitting into place as it was, she was thrilled. “It appears Isabel Markov is listed here as your daughter, interesting. Is that what you’ve been up to these last-” She paused to read Isabel’s date of birth, “Twenty seven years?”

“Sekhmet.” There was clear exasperation in his voice. “What happened to her?”

“Like father, like daughter, Ares. Getting into trouble where she shouldn’t. Mortals are terribly weak, so easy to break. A single stab wound is enough to send them to the gates of death’s realm.” Sekhmet couldn’t hide the malicious grin any longer, having to turn her body to face the wall so her co-workers couldn’t question her.

Again there was a long pause from the other end.

“It’s good to hear that deep down I am still right about you. I’ll be there promptly.” After that Sekhmet was met with beeping noise only. Ares had hung up.