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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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𝓃𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂

_{Jupiter's Charity Event}

ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ

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October 9, 2020
To: Moon Hater🌙✨ 7:36am
make sure to swing by my place later. gotta job for you

The Alföðr was pleased with his rhetoric when it came to texting those that openly despised him and loathed his entire being. Not like it affected him at all. Small inconveniences. Water off a ducks back or some such thing...

When the young wolf received a text message from Odin it took everything within him to not chuck the cellular device into the river beside the trail in which he found himself running along. As he took the time to examine the article once more he observed the pack of dogs that had decided to tag-along. Though one, happy go lucky pup was missing from his general vicinity and Hati had to curse aloud, causing the animals to scatter back to their owners. "Sköll." The name was like gravel behind his teeth, placing his phone into a secure pocket he began his morning run, hoping to come across the sun chaser sooner rather than later. Odin would just have to wait.

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Evening came sooner than Hati would have expected, but he wasn't upset by it. On the contrary, he valued the sight of the moon hanging high in the sky and was content with sitting there at the window in the belly of the beast as Odin paraded around his home, a couple of drinks in hand. "Here, drink up." When Hati just eyed the beverage the Allfather could do nothing more than roll his own icy blues before taking a sip from the both of them and shoving a glass into the wolf pup's hands.

"If I were to end you, I would have done so long ago. Besides, this is too good to ruin." As if to punctuate the statement he took a long swig of the amber inebriant. Hati on the other hand just sat there, long legs sprawled out in the rugged space between them. Always he had told himself, that once he was rid of his ties with Odin he would never come back. He would never again find himself in the Allfather's presence. Not unless absolutely necessary. This was not one of those times.

A small sip from his own rock's glass and he was holding it in front of him, a false shield wall between the two. The ticking of a clock somewhere within the confines of his home was delayed. Hati's impeccable hearing could pick up on the water traveling through the pipes in the walls from the other occupants on the floor beneath them. How the home settled like old bones, creaking and moaning under the lack of presence of use. Leaning forward placing elbows to knees, his voice called out, husky and dark, "My, my what a spacious home you have carved out for yourself, Alföðr. Shame really, that there isn't a soul willing to occupy it." Subtly wasn't really something that Hati had perfected in his repertoire, but anything was possible when he was pitted in the same room as Odin.

Nothing seemed to phase the older male as he sat there, leg propped up upon the other, relaxing posture in his leather back chair. Fingers idly tapping at the rivets hammered into the fabric and frame. A simple nod was his only given reply to the wolf cub as he leisurely continued to sip his drink. "Spit it out already, what am I doing here? What's the job?" Hati wasn't one for speeding up processes, he liked to take his time, enjoy the chase, relish in the thrill of the kill. Mother always did warn him not to play with his food... this however was different.

Licking his lips after an annoying 'pop' away from the rim of the glass and Odin was ready to get down to business. Stormy blues raging like a hurricane off the coast of the fjords, glaring down into the could of the man before him. _{'No. Not man. Not wholly.'} Odin stood from his comfortable chair, his favorite if he were being truthful, a timeless piece in his home away from home. One of the few things he carries with him through all the traveling the Colossus had impeded on him. "I need an escort to Jupiter's fancy event—"

"Why not employ your oh so loyal son? Or any number of the mortals on his payroll?" at the mention of loyal and thor in the same breath caused a rumble in Odin's chest that couldn't be quelled with some cheap liquor. Two words he wouldn't place next to one another if given the chance. But he let it fade, somewhat, and reminded himself that Hati was still just a pup comparatively to himself and the world as a whole.

"Because I need someone that will provide decent company while there," his tone was even, with an air of playfulness that only would come from the mouth of someone up to something. As he began to pour himself another glass, this time more heavy handed than before, his eyes burned an even more crystalline blue, a scene, a thought crossing his mind, _{'Besides, it seemed he's got his hands full enough as is...'} Huginn and Muninn helped immensely in gathering information on the topic of those near to him. His son and ex were not excluded from this. "—and anyways I need someone willing and charismatic. A go getter, someone hungry for a better future-"

"Someone you can manipulate you mean." It wasn't a question, but it wasn't something the Valfather hadn't expected. He still had his ways and wits about him. Odin tried to hide the ever growing smirk that attempted to split his mouth in two. He had to turn around, his back to an enemy, a little bit of show to appease the wolf's distrusting nature, as he refilled his glass with more of the peated malt. A trusted decadence of his. The distillery, once started up by he himself many, many lifetimes ago, steeped in the roots of his lineage had served the founders and their ancestor proud. The black glass of the decanter where it sat was sleek, adorned in gold inlay and a number of knots and the axe head logo laser scribed into the cruet just lifted his spirits. The sherry seasoned oak casks that this particular bottle was matured it added to give the whiskey its smoky, sweet flavor that would have had any mortal watering at the mouth. "I mean, if you think you're so easily manipulated, you're free to walk out that door."

The added stress on the young wolf's trigger word was too delicious to pass up. The younger male shifted in his windowed seat, glancing up at the moon every so often, fiddling with the rim of the lowball in his hands liquid having already been drained long ago. Odin strode across the room, snatched the drink ware from his unsuspecting grasp and was already back in front of the bar pouring another glass for his guest, a quiet, 'One for the road' slipping out before passing it back to Hati. "But just know this. You would be foolish to refuse an order from me."

"Heh. I wasn't aware you were in the business of making demands of others. you couldn't keep that pretty little wife of yours for long. Tired of being commanded around? Thanks but no thanks." Setting the rich colored drink down, Hati pushes to a standing position, rotating his shoulder from lack of use and sitting tense the entire time. As he makes a few strides across the floor he is stopped by Odin's voice calling out to him.

Wolf or not, no one would be so ignorant and disdainful to ignore a good deal when it comes around, especially not from the Allfather. His voice was commanding, threatening, booming even without the volume. It was there, plain as they were standing only a mere feet from one another. "It's a shame you have forgotten the consequences of the last time you disobeyed a directive." How easily he could reach out and reprimand this pup as if he were his own offspring. In another time, perhaps. But as it stood with the new day in age assault—no matter how warranted wasn't something that boded well with others. Instead, subtle threats that could and would be acted upon without any proof of their existence was something else entirely.

Nothing more was needed. The unspoken threat that hung in the air was heavy laced with truth. It would have only been a matter of time before Odin made good on it, and who was to say that he wouldn't turn his ire towards Sköll in order to harm Hati? He wouldn't put it past the geezer. He wouldn't gamble Sköll's life or freedom and happiness for one more job. That's what he told himself to help him swallow the acid that wanted to surface, "Fine, but I'm driving gamall maður."
"Wouldn't have it any other way, úlfur hvolpur"

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The night of October 16th

Who in their right mind would chose to go to some stuffy event and believe it to be fun? Apparently Odin. Once a mighty silver wolf, tearing across the skies giving chase the Moon in hopes that he would be on time more often than he was, now reduced to being trapped in a mortal frame and playing guard dog to the man who cursed him and his family in the first place. A heavy sigh breached his lips as he stalked out of the Audi R8. The black matte finish making the powerful car stand out more against those that shone under the street lights and whatever remaining sunlight that had decided to linger on the horizon just a tad bit longer than need be. Thought of how Sköll wasn't keeping to his job of keeping Sunna on task popped into his mind and his sigh veered into a low, dark chuckle.

After circling the vehicle and passing the keys to the valet, a mild threat on his lips and posture warning the mortal to take care of her, he was opening the door for Odin to emerge. _{'How the mighty have fallen,'} Hati thinks crestfallen more to himself, seeing as how Odin had not a worry in the world it seemed. Regardless of how close to his breast he kept an enemy. Hati refused to bear his teeth. Not yet. His time would soon come. It was only for the night. Only for tonight.

After the appropriate amount of pictures and questions answered on Odin's part, some directed to the silver wolf of the night though he was adept enough to dodge or ignore them completely, and they were passing through the threshold of the white building. If anything came from this evening it was that they both enjoyed the speed with which brought them here—Hati had a need for speed and Odin was always one to partake in adrenaline chasing—and that they both agreed that the aesthetics of the place were nothing to be desired. Snatching up a pair of flutes from the passing waitstaff Odin held one out to his detail, of which he just scoffed and turned a quarter of an inch away from the incoming arm.

"Stubbornness brings either greater humiliation or greater honor, do well to remember that, Hati."

"And hungry dogs are never loyal, Alföðr. You do well to remember yourself. Even you can only retain so much knowledge before you are forced to lose it all to old age and time." Hati hummed, his response low and gravely. A bite and edge to his words, though he refused to mask any intention behind the words spat. Hunched shoulders as he scanned the room in search of a familiar face that could pull him away from the burden that was the Allfather.

Odin disregarded the disrespect with which Hati threw around like air. It was inevitable that he would garner so much hatred for him. He had no delusion otherwise. His calling and utilizing the young wolf's presence was not entirely for a security detail—he was sure he could handle that on his own—but more for the sake of getting him out and reconnect with the family he so desperately clings to. Regardless of how desperately he tries to come off as cold and distant. Odin snorted at the thought. Sure, Hati was prickly, but he wasn't so cut and dry like some of the others. In response the Allfather downed the bubbly, setting the empty glass on a different tray and clutching the remaining in his hands, "Then you should feast." Last words before the Norseman left a wild and famished wolf behind in search of a familiar red headed, silver tongued devil.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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J U N O

_{Jupiter's Charity Event}

𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓉𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓈

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It was a long time coming, her re-obtained freedom from her pseudo-self containment. Sure, Regina Pavo was still able to have connections with the outside world, but at what cost? Her freedom was squashed. She had no family to speak of, rather lacked the means of locating them, and so the once glorious ruler was reduced to little more than a glorified inmate. And who was to blame for such a thing but Mercury himself. The trickster was a thorn in the queen's side for too long, however relations had been civil enough, up until a few years ago when he threw her under the bus and dodged the lawsuit she was slapped with. A roll of her eyes as she finished applying her mascara and she was scowling into the mirror before her, "Breathe. As much of a shit Mercury undeniably is, he was able to help," she couldn't help but glance to her left where a letter sat opened and creased, as if it had been read and reread a thousand times. The contents, sprawled out in ink, an art lost to time _{'No one writes anymore'} safer that way though if one needed to pass information along that needn't be tracked. Seeing as how she had just been cleared of all charges she would like to keep her nose clean. At least for the time being.

More time was wasted, in her opinion, as she paced around her home. She would have thought that she would want to spend the least amount of time within these walls as soon as her house arrest was uplifted. However, she found it to be a tad bit difficult to do so. Call it lackadaisical, foolish, insane, call it whatever is needed to help the pill go down easier but what it boils down to is cowardice. A sense of apprehensiveness that settled in the pit of her stomach like sand shifting under the weight of a home on a windy day. It had been too long, far too long, since she last laid eyes on her family. Since last she held them, could brush the dark locks of Rome from their hardened gazes, always focused on the future. The pressure in her chest tightened and constricted her movements, halting her in her fifth go around of her home. Juno is a queen. Not just a queen, but the queen. To be fearful of reuniting with her family once more is so esoteric. This is her pride, something that brings her so much joy, is the cause for her existence and all that she has worked towards. Absurd to believe that she could be easily dissuaded.

With the sun hardly peeking over the horizon at this point, and shot of liquid courage — or six — Juno was pulling her clutch from the counter and sauntering out to the awaiting car, poised and at the ready to take her anywhere she had her heart set on. "Jones," a motherly smile upon her lips was something she only reserved for those that deserved it. And though Jones had been nothing but a loyal and trustworthy employee in her care for the last eight years he did not receive the matronly gesture. "You will escort me to the Fugalia Charity event, the address was sent to your phone." Jones helped her into the back of the 2021 Yukon XL Denali before situating himself in the driver's side "Yes, Ms. Pavo." Effective, sharp and quick to action. Just the way Juno liked.

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Driving along at night always brought about a sense of calm to the Roman Queen in a way that wasn't too dissimilar to relaxation. It was a feeling that teetered on the edge of calm, relaxation and buzzing productivity. An emotion that lended itself to some of her greatest accomplishments. Solatium was just a little blip in her mind on a clear, winter evening. Chilling breezes had picked up the fabric around her and swirled it in the gusts of wind. The stars had been shining and twinkling down at her that fateful night, as if they knew the secret of her success before she did. Mars' nascency into the world was on a night, not unlike the one she found herself traveling through. A simpler time all things considered. A jealous shell of a woman scorned. Ripped away from her the chance to bear fruit with her husband, but not the chance to embrace the role of mother. Her precious boy, strong, handsome, devoted. All the qualities a child of the queen should have embodied, Mars procured tenfold. The ancient memories of her tending to him when he was but a child still willing and able to sit with her in the meadows as she carded through his dark locks, reading aloud to her as the sun shone down on them, gracing them with it's warmth. How she longed to hold him once more.

A dab of her fingers lightly beneath her lash line were successful in catching stray moisture, preventing the clinging tears from smearing her makeup. Unfit of a queen to not look the part of one, especially in the presence of others. Juno had an image to uphold, even if that image had not been viewed in a millennia. Absentmindedly, Juno touched the place just above her heart, a heavy sigh on her breast. Releasing it helped to relieve her of some of the impending tension that had crawled up her spine and settled into her bones. _{'Doesn't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look, wasn't that the age old verbiage.'} a final thought to cross her mind before being thrown into the den of lions.

Cameras shutter and flashes were going off as the SUV pulled up beside the sidewalk, even more once Jones held open the large door for his employer. Juno, with all the grace and poise of the queen she is, descended to the carpeted concrete beneath her heels. Once straightened to her full height, shoulders rolled back and exposed to the element of the crisp, night air, Jones offered his hand to help stabilize only for it to be brushed aside. Juno wasn't completely heartless as she offered him a gentle pat to his broad shoulder. Her gait was purposeful, long strides carrying her towards the front doors to be halted by the incessant questions pouring from the mortals' mouths around her.

“Ms. Pavo!? Hello, quick question," Juno kept her eyes in place though she wanted to scoff and roll her eyes before the question was even uttered. She was sure it was going to be something inane and purely... mortal. However, she stepped closer nodding for them to continue, cameras still going off around her, making sure to gather complete shots of the space around their lenses as well as the people of some category of stardom. All in the hopes of their merchandise being snatched up and profiting off a few simple photographs. "Since your acquittal of the charges against you for your alleged hand in stealing valuable intel from Energence Corp. you have been keeping out of the spotlight. Care to elaborate on why this is? Is there any particular reason as to why someone, so evidently innocent as you, and after so long, would be hiding away from the public? Could it be, in fact, that the courts have their information jumbled and there is more to this case than meets the eyes?"

The reporter was even audacious enough to shove the recording device up under her nose, all in the hopes of gathering a story that would no doubt skyrocket their career. So long as Juno's response was one that favored their distorted end goal. She was not so self-destructive as to admit to something that would have her enemies rallying for her head on a spike. Instead she greeted the question with a level head and plastic smile, one that had been cultivated to perfection. "Most would assume it's because I enjoy my privacy. After having my name and photo plastered across all the different media platforms I had hoped for a little me time. As for anything in regards to recent unfortunate events, well, divulging anything would be a breach of the NDA. If you would like to know more about Solatium and the 80% occupational growth we have achieved for women 25 and up, or that our contribution to STEM positions has outpaced most other growths, I'd be more than happy to pencil you in for an interview."

Any remaining questions they had were dead on their tongues before ever breach their lips. A stunned silence was something she could get behind as she smirked haughtily and strode past the loiterers and into the building before her. Fabric of white shimmered beneath the low lights of the event, sashaying with every purposed step of her gait, elegance exuding from every fiber of her being. Eyes ever piercing scanned the throng of attendees, faces jumping out at her, but no names seemingly paired with them; none that were worth remembering at least. Snatching a flute of champagne from the help she need only look up in order to spot the king of all, looking none too pleased with his 'own' soiree. With all the grace bestowed upon her by her title and standing Juno sauntered towards the base of the staircase.

Jupiter didn't seem to change a bit, sure a little crinkle between his brow, Juno figured it had to do with him having to grandstand before all the other pantheons and mortals. The beings he always deemed beneath him. Below even the rest of his fellow countrymen. Though he wouldn't be so obtuse as to admit the others meant something to him, never out loud. At least, that was Jupiter then, and before her making his way down the steps was Jupiter now. The man walking in time with the King caught the breath within her by sheer surprise. Sure, with the help of Mercury Juno was able to gather what it was her family looked like, so as to be expecting their presence. However, now that she was face to face with her first born, her pride and joy, Juno was heavily reminded of how mortal she had truly become.

Words were halted on their part as the stood not but five feet from the Roman Queen. Breath still caught somewhere in her chest, refusing to resurface in the form of a suitable greeting of the words. Instead, she all but threw herself at him in a rush of fabric and limbs, throwing her lithe arms around his neck. Tears pricked at the edge of her vision, visage be damned. With cracked voice, barely audible above a whisper with words left unsaid until the very moment she made physical contact with the war god beneath her finger tips, "Inveni filium meum, ego inveni eum." Those last few steps that had separated them were nothing compared to the eons she had spent away from him, and had he been across a chasm, Juno would have jumped it. A thousand times over.

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_{mentions: @gothelk @fledermaus @beetlemoth}

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Hati, of the Moon

H A T I , H E W H O H A T E S
H A T I , H E W H O H A T E S
_{𝓶𝓪́𝓷𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓻}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Hadley 'Haddy' Wolff 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 mid 20s 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Recovery & Enforcement Agent aka Bounty Hunter	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Tenacious Confident & Self-assured Voracious Fierce 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Impressionable Cold & Resentful Sadistic Capricious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To overtake and devour and have the blood of the Sun and Moon rain down on the earth. Break free of the chains that bind him and his family to an eternity of servitude and isolation. Bring forth the end of days and truly become free. However, with being on earth as long as he has Hati is no stranger to the idea that such things will not come to fruition. His father and brother are free - Colossus aside - and they are together. Hati wants to live out his remaining immortality regardless of how long that is, doing what he wants, with his brother. Taking no orders, just Hati doing Hati. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 For everything to fall apart at the end. To wind up alone and desolate with no purpose. To be forever chained to the position that Odin has charged him and his brother with; to never know true freedom. Never be able to roam the earth free of all things that bind him to a false sense of duty. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Hati Hróðvitnisson 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Devourer of the (Norse)Moon 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Norse

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

When the Great Wolf, Fenrir, began to run amuck, he first went back to the place where he was born. It is not known what happened to him there, save that when he left, his maddened devouring rage had begun in earnest, and a wolf-woman of the Jarnvidur had borne two wolf-pups, the very image of their father. Sköll and Hatí were thrust into the world. _{While Hati's name means "Hater". Hati is also sometimes given two different last names - Hróðvitnisson (Son of Rage) and Managarm (Moon-hound).}

When Fenrir was chained, Hati and Sköll were the only ones who came to defend him. Loki and Angrboda themselves did not interfere, knowing the necessity of the binding, but the young sons tumbled forth in a vain attempt to free their father. Instead, they were captured by the Aesir, and Odin put them to use, bespelling them as he had bespelled the Great Snake. Sunna and Máni had often been known to dawdle or change their course, which meant that the days and nights were not always dependable and on time. Máni was especially bad at this, as he liked to look down on what was happening, and the adventures played out below his feet enchanted and delayed him. There had been complaints about this from many mouths, and so Odin put the two wolves into the sky as a way to make the chariots run on time, as it were. Hati was bespelled to give chase Máni's dog-cart, and Sköll was similarly charged with herding Sunna's chariot as a dog herds sheep. Making sure they were to keep with their paths trailing across the skies.

While they do not spend all of their time in the sky - when the Sun and Moon are on time and stick to their schedules, the twin wolves were able to run "free" on the earth below - if either sky-etin is late, Hati and Sköll are lifted into the sky to do their job. Until the time of Ragnarök, when they will catch and devour these heavenly bodies.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

A terrible calamity befell the earth, causing it to tremble and shake. The stars seemed to fall from their home in the heavens. When ashen white fur gave way to creamy flesh was the exact moment Hati realized something was horribly wrong. An imbalance within the universe. Aside from Máni and Sunna's tardiness. Glancing to his brother and reaching, holding him tight as they descended to Midgard was the only thing he could think to do. Being condemned to walk the mortal realm was just another form of binding. They were not truly free, just as they were never truly free before. Odin was still somehow to blame for this, even though he too suffered at the hands of the Colossus. Roaming the lands, always tethered to the allusive and mysterious obelisk was something that annoyed Hati to no end. He was able to venture and traverse the plane upon which he was stuck, but he wanted more. He wanted true freedom. No longer having to concern himself with Ragnarök and the prophecy he had a hand and bringing about. Now his time was focused on unleashing the blood thirsting tendencies within him. Hati and Sköll have been keen on reuniting with the rest the family, seek their father out in order to provide some sort of comfort for one another. A sliver of muscle memory from before the Fall when the twins had tried to visit while Fenrir was chained up. And to lay into Loki for refusing to lift a finger to help.

Unlike Sköll, Hati took to chasing and the capturing and dealing withs of criminals. A bounty hunter through the ages. Anything that would allow him to run and chase, to hunt and devour. The perfect hound of destruction. Something Odin took advantage of once more, instead presenting the chains of duty as something more glamorous than his previous offer. Head of Security, officially. Unofficially, personal guard dog. For a time Hati complied, easily swayed for the silver tongue Odin adapted over the course of his company spent with Loki. Until he retired and therefore Hati was free to return to a more... morally grey occupation.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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A E N G U S

_{Mr. O'Malley's class ⊳ Jupiter's Charity Event}

dead poet's society gala

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"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, ladies and gentlemen. But because we are members of a race that is fueled by passion. Driven by the ideology that love, romance, and beauty, sustain us. It is what we live for. It is what drives us." A loud snore cut through the silence following the Young One's words and he had to release a playful sigh to rival the noises produced by his student. In the front row no less. "Aye, even Mr. Jones, who values the love of his sleep o'er the love of the romantic language." Aengus delivered a heavy handed, resounding smack to the small desk on which Mr. Jones rested his head, effectively waking up the dazed young man.

A break in his soliloquy was just what he needed, he had been spouting off lines of literature as if it were the essence divine. Well, it was for him. Not so much for the students slumped over in the back rows of his modest room. So, to conclude his lecture he took a play from cinematic history's greatest and applied it. His words boomed across the room garnering attention from those awake, and rousing the dead. "Quick as bunny, gather 'round. Once he held their attention he delved into the words of a mortal legend with the passion only a god such as himself could conjure. Words echoed through the lecture hall, reaching the ears of the students and keeping thier focus on him. He was a performer through and through.

_{"Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the foolish,
.... What good amid these, O me, O life?
"Answer."
"That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse."}

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The rest of the week went by in a blur and Aengus made sure to celebrate another survival by celebrating. A reminder notification dinged from his computer and he was severely prodded about the charity event being held by the Romans. "Oh, yeah. That's right..." a false sense of thoughtfulness on his part and he was opening his phone to shoot his cousin a text.

To: punchy mcpunch👊🏼🍀
oi, fancy a bit o' dancin' sweetheart 😉

If anything, Aengus could always swing by the event, down a few drinks of the godly variety, sweep a couple of lads and lasses off their feet and then be on his way to the pub before spending the rest of the evening relaxing without the issues that typically cropped up when the pantheons crossed paths. Soon enough, threads were donned and accessories in place and the romantic rascal was headed out the door of his cozy home and taking an Uber towards the event's location. Double checking that he sent the correct address to Cu Chulainn.

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The sun hung low on the horizon, winking to the Celt as he stepped out of the rented chariot. Aengus just had to wink back towards the glorious star, a simple way of him murmuring a 'goodnight' to the departing giant. Walking up the steps of the contemporary building and couldn't stop himself from grinning madly at the sheet humor of it not taking place in something Roman built. _{'Tsk tsk that will never do.'} He could only imagine how cantankerous the king of Rome would be this evening and it edged him to find out just how far his buttons could be pressed. With a spring in his step rivaled only by the caricatures of leprechauns he bounded up the steps and across the threshold into the main event.

Stark white would have blinded the Irishman if not for the bodies littered around the room in their differentiating colors and fabrics. The minimalistic artwork — if it could even be called that - on the walls surrounding them helped in breaking up the blandness of the building, but did nothing to draw him closer to inspect them. A mortal passed him by with a tray of assorted drinks that he easily plucked two rocks glasses of whiskey and proceeded to the nearest bar top to down his drinks in preparations for the evening.

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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Juno, Protectress of Rome

J U N O , Q U E E N O F T H E G O D S
J U N O , Q U E E N O F T H E G O D S
_{𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓭𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓷𝓽}

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Regina Kingsley Pavo 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 30 - 35 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Founder & CEO of Solatium	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Protective & Advisory Tenacious & Astute Voracious & Magnetic 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Vindictive & Spiteful Bellicose & Impatient Envious 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To have Rome return to it's former glory and protect her and all her people. Counseling her husband, brothers and the rest of her pantheon in matters of importance. For love and the cycle of marriage to be tempered back into place and thrive once more; as was intended. Protection of the woman of the world - not just Rome, demand her presence and shelter. Rise above the rest, have her own glory returned. Juno will obtain what she seeks. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 For everything she and her husband and family have worked so hard to achieve come crashing and burning down around them as it had once before. If she fails to be there for them, it would crush her like nothing else. Family and Rome; and the women of the universe are her treasures. If she cannot protect and lead and guide them, then she will raze it to the ground and start anew. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 IVNO Juno Lucina 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 Goddess of Marriage, Home, Family Champion of Women Protectress of Rome 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Roman

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Juno; the wife and sister of Jupiter, goddess of marriage, home, and family. The protectress of the nation as a whole while also keeping special watch over all aspects of women's lives; a champion. Alongside Jupiter and Minerva, she was worshiped as part of the divine ruling triumvirate known as the Capitoline Triad. Though she, like her fellow Romans, share similar characteristics with the Greeks, Juno would be the first to pull back her shoulders and crush anyone who would say they were one in the same.

Juno is “Mother”, “Midwife”, “Queen”, and “Light Bringer” the head matriarch that stood atop the throne of the Roman Empire with Jupiter. As matron goddess of the Roman pantheon, Juno oversaw all matters related to the health and growth of the Roman state and the people who comprised it. She provided counsel and was an adviser for the pantheon and empire. Juno herself was the foremost among the goddesses and the principle goddess of the Roman State, viewed as a protector of the lives of women especially those of married life. Serving also as the goddess of childbirth. Viewed as a comforter of women and something of a guardian angel. A savior of the people. Let's see Hera compare. She was particularly associated with the cycles and processes related to women. She blessed marriages, oversaw sexual reproduction, and ensured the safe arrival of children.

There is an instance, of many, in which the Queen of the gods grew envious of her husband when he birthed Minerva. So, in her green hazed rage she turned to Flora; goddess of spring and flowers asking for her assistance in having a child. The goddess of family craved the motherhood she bestowed upon her patrons so much. Flora pressed a flower to Juno's stomach and the rest is history; Mars came into the world and everything was right. Not long after she and Jupiter would parent many more children; Bellona, Vulcan, Juventus, to help cultivate, shape and lead Rome into the future.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

Juno witnessed first hand what the Colossus could achieve at a base level when it pulled them down from their pedestals. And it wasn't until news of the first wave of deaths, of the godly kind, and it's growing power reached her ears that she began to take the obelisk more seriously. Being thrown from her home, and then being separated from her family for a time, was something she took great offense to. In all her time on earth among the mortals she spent it continuing her duties as she did when she ruled over the lives of man, alongside her husband. Juno was not one to back down from challenges presented to her and she inserted herself into all aspects of counsel, making the ears of mortals bend to her words and will. All in the hopes of finding her pantheon among those of power. It's where they belonged, so it was fitting place to search. In the meantime, she would press forward with the ideals of rebuilding Rome. For Rome. As well as taking up the armor of protection for the women of the realm.

Early on, Juno started up Solatium, hoping to enact some sort of guidance for the women of the land. In the beginning it was harder than she initially realized, believing that she would be able to lord her status as Juno Regina; though the mortals cared not for grand delusions or so they diagnosed her. For a time, she was on a lower scale of importance when it came to the men of the world. Women were no better than slaves, or the dirt upon which they walked. Juno vowed to take charge of rectifying this alongside every other thing tacked onto her plate. And eventually, her work and the work of others paid off, and women were moving up in the world. With the help of Solatium, Juno was able to take the women who weren't progressing and craved a better life for themselves and their communities and presented to them the opportunities and the means.

Even though she's been successful throughout the centuries, it still wasn't enough. She was still separated from her kin and only recently was able to locate them wholly. While she ran Solatium, she was also a trusted third party counsel and advisor to those that paid her hefty fees and kept an ear out for any chatter that might point her in the direction of her pantheon. Though, lending her services to others put her in a compromising situation, leading to her coming under suspicion of passing along trademarked business secrets for her latest clients. Four years of grueling house arrest and conducting her own research has lead her to finally locate her family. Now that all charges have been dropped and she's been found innocent even though she isn't, specifically in this instance, business is still going strong she's ready for a reunion. A long over due one.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖

_{ᴊᴀᴅᴇ ᴊᴀɢᴜᴀʀ}

ʜᴏᴇs, sǫᴜᴀᴅ ᴜᴘ

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After her well earned meal and heart to heart discussion with the Egyptian goddess, Laz found herself wandering towards the club only after shooting a text to the honorary hoe squad inviting them over for the four d's; drinks, dancing, dick and drama.

To: honorary hoes🌟💖
ayy, swing by the jj need some advice. dick troubles. drinks on me

Pleased with the message she soon found herself unlocking the backdoor to the club and let herself in, delighting in the mundane tasks of getting the place operational for the evening. A few notifications in the form of instagram posts and snaps told the Aztec that Herc would be throwing another one of his infamous parties. _{"Maybe we can head back that way later...?'} the temptation was not lost on her and any form of distraction from a certain Grecian War God would do her wonders. Now all she had to do was wait on Freya and Eros and she started by pulling some whiskey off the top shelf.

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To say that Freya was down in the dumps was an understatement.

After the meeting with Odin that morning and for the rest of the day, a dark, moody cloud of gloom had been hanging over the girl's head. The doubts and insecurities she fought so fiercely to keep at bay came back with a vengeance, taking the opportunity to strike now that the target's defenses had been weakened after a hit to their ego. No matter how hard she tried, the little voice in her head continued to drill the same old script... She was a goddess of war who hadn't seen combat since the siege. A goddess of fertility unable to carry her last child to term. A goddess of love having spent centuries eluded by it. The lady of the Norse pantheon had been reduced to a pitiful young woman who drowned her sorrows in strawberry cheesecake ice cream and Xanax pills, and who tried to fill the empty spaces of her heart frequenting the beds of strangers.

How fucking pathetic.

This bad mood was the reason why Freya was, surprisingly, home on a Saturday night, wearing an oversized T-shirt and curled up in bed alone watching rom-coms. She had just taken another bite of the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream pint she'd been devouring when her phone chimed, signaling the arrival of a new text message. Frowning, the brunette picked up the device, ready to fling it out the window and off the balcony if it was Odin asking for another ‘catch-up’ again. But when she realized the sender was Tlaz asking her and Eros to meet up, the young woman's mood immediately brightened.

Be there in an hr! 😘❤ Freya quickly texted back, wasting no time in jumping up from the bed and starting the preparations for a night out.

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A sigh escaped Eros as he pulled his expensive, yet practical, SUV into a parking space in the empty lot. Seattle’s nightlife had yet to venture out, or perhaps they had all decided to attend Jackson Drake’s impromptu rager.

“Fuckin’ Herc. The grumble rumbled through his chest switching from his social media app to his messages, scrolling along the phone past the worried texts from his clients and network partners to the conversation with Apollo.

To: Sunshine
Looks like we’ll need to rain check that hot date? I’ll be over for the party after a quick stop at JJ.

With the blue bubble sent the God of Love clambered out of his vehicle, swiping hands along the breast of his peacoat and started his way to the Jade Jaguar. The annoyance of the party, and some last minute schedule changes in his career quickly dissipated with each step forward, there wasn’t time for annoyance, his friend needed his expert advice and he would gladly step up.

The doors to the Jade Jaguar were heavy, which meant they were high quality and Eros appreciated that. That fine quality extended well into the actual building, which was big without losing it’s feeling of being an intimate space. Eros walked his fingers along the pristine bar that greeted him, his eyes focused on the beauty already hard at work whipping up the first of many drinks to be had in the night.

“I think I’ll have to sneak in here before the doors open more often. I bet the drinks taste better without a sleaze trying to slip his fingers up the skirt of a waitress besides me, andmy knuckles would certainly fare better.” A chuckle fell from his lips as he slid easily on to a plush stool, “Four D’s, huh? Guess I should start with something strong then if you’re having dick problems Azzy.”

A roll of her lips between her teeth was enough a response in itself to anyone other than Eros and she knew it. Nonetheless the old nickname brought a smile to her face and pushed the nerves of the future conversation to the back. At least for now. The whiskey helped. "You wouldn't be the first to beat the shit outta clients in recent times, had an incident just a few days ago. Kinda the reason why I needed to talk with you both," throwing back her amber liquid she reached below the counter of the bar and pulled two more glasses, filled them with a sphere of ice before eyeing the man before her all but lounged about on her stool. "Still sucking down kamikazes like they're water?" Laz didn't wait for his response, of course he did if the knowing glint in his eyes were anything to go off of. And so she climbed atop the back counter, her small stature being absolute shit when it came to grabbing anything off high shelves, and pulled down an onyx bottle, engraved in bone white letters of the brand and a number of milk thistles on the cap.

After mixing his drink, and a Love Potion for Frey, the Goddess of lust slid the drink across the bar top and placed it before his waiting grasp. Laz snatched up the bottle of Pincer Shanghai Strength and began to pour herself a more than generous dose of poison before leaning across the bar, glass hanging precariously between her fingers. "Any new dick stories you wanna share 'fore Frey gets here?"

Eros' lips slipped into a mischievous smirk, but he let her question hang in the air. The fruity mix of vodka and fruit juices beckoned to him and he’d have to quench that thirst first. The sweetness was a much needed sin to satiate the woes of the day for the time being, until he could get his hands on a certain Sun God later that night. For now the alcohol provided to him by the best barkeep in Seattle would be a very suitable substitute. The glass made a small clink as the base met the surface of the bar, with his hand freed Eros reached forward to tug affectionately on a perfectly curled ringlet, “Less new dick, and more reclaimed dick, nothing beats a century long reunion in the making like sex for lunch, dinner and dessert.” Eros let out a wistful sigh as he leaned back away from Tlaz again, it had barely been twenty-four hours and he was yearning again for Apollo, “But I didn’t come to brag about my spectacular choices. I came to hear about your terrible ones, and offer what I can to you.”

“Gossiping and judging each other’s bad choices? Sign me the fuck up!”

As if on queue, the missing piece of the trio had made her arrival, surprising everyone by being at least ten minutes ahead of schedule. “No need to clap, loves. Just revel in the joy of my incomparable presence,” Freya declared brightly as she waltzed to the bar and gave her friends a playful little twirl, in contrast to how she was truly feeling on the inside. She hoped that the self-medication and being with her friends would help boost her spirits somewhat.

Smiling, the Norse goddess took a seat on the empty stool next to Eros and addressed her beloved Tlaz. “So what’s up, Peaches? Is Sugar Bear already boring you to tears with his bragging?” the brunette chuckled, shooting the handsome man beside her a wink to assure him she was just joking as per usual.

Eros raised an amused eyebrow at Freya’s jest, but calling him boring no words further from the truth could have been spoken. “I could never bore Azzy. In fact I had to entertain her while we awaited your delayed arrival, darling. Incomprehensible certainly explains dressing like a slutty school girl and showing up high as a kite. Apparently the SOS wasn’t just necessary for Azzy.” Eros voice went from playful to worried as he looked over the woman who sat next to him, “Alright, well let’s intoxicate ourselves as we get on with our woes, Azzy summoned us here and I quite like hearing the sinful stories our filthy girl shares.”

Eyes like rich pools of honey rolled about inside the Aztec's skull, dipping her head a curtain of curls shielding her bemused smirk from the likes of them. The atrocious nicknames Fre came up with never failed to set her face alight with mirth of the most unbecoming kind. "Boring isn't the word I would have chosen to use..." muffled voice trickled from behind her lips as she straightened her spine pulling herself to her full height and sliding the pink drink towards the newcomer. This would be easier than expected, Eros seemed in high spirits-- albeit a little annoyed but overall glowing-- and Freya, well, Fre was just high.
_'Perfect'

"Alright, so," it was then she turned her full attention towards Eros more so than the Norse beauty, "Your father came onto me the other night," she couldn't help but roll her lip between her teeth, bringing her glass to her lips in another shot hitting the back of her throat. The burn doesn't even affect them, not this swill, but if enough is consumed and at the rate she's going something was bound to take effect. "And I didn't mind it, I just, I don't know what to do..." there wasn’t any guilt felt within her bones as she thought there might have been, given the relationship between one of her closest friends and his father. However being the embodiment of Sin Eater relieved her of any base emotions. His response would give her everything she needed, she just prayed that it wasn’t to sever his tie from her.

With a flick of her gaze, Tlaz gauged Fre’s reaction. She had suspicions of her previous encounters with the war god, and she was a close confidant of the priestess, it only made sense to have her there and privy to the knowledge as well.

“What do you not mean, ‘you don’t know what to do’? You shag him, of course!” Freya replied immediately, taking the pink cocktail her bestie had so lovingly made for her, downing it in a few sips and sliding it back across the bar to Tlaz for a refill. “It’s a no-brainer, really. The man’s an absolute beast in bed: and I mean that in the best of ways. Even if it doesn’t go anywhere, it’s definitely a good experience to have.” She was talking, of course, of the time she and Ares had spent together on Halloween many years ago. Her she-devil costume and the alcohol had lowered the man’s inhibitions enough to let desire take over and consume them whole for one intense, passionate and unforgettable night.

Eros' face morphed from confusion to disgust as the conversation carried on and left little for him to question. At first he was amazed that Tlaz had found Freya’s father, but that was quickly cleared up when the sex fiend herself spoke up. Freya was a whore, everyone knew that but she didn’t give off the Greek Trademark vibes, and so that meant Tlaz was talking about- “ARES?” his voice was loud and interrupted Freya’s reminiscing of sluttier days. Just saying his name left a film of distaste on his tongue, his handsome feature screwing up into an obvious display of disagreement. There was no way, there had to be someone else in the room, someone past him that Tlaz had been focused on. Eros looked to his left and then spun on the stool to look behind him and saw a whole lot of nothing.

“Tlaz.” His voice was accusatory as he turned back to face the Aztec, “Please tell me I’m jumping to the wrong conclusions.” Eros almost begged her leaning forward to peer deeper in her eyes as if he’d find Ashton Kutcher hiding in her brown irises, but there would be no ‘punk’d’ surprises jumping out at him tonight. With a groan he threw his drink back and only shook his head for a moment. What the fuck was he supposed to say?

“What do you mean by ‘came onto you’? And spare me the dirty details I’ll throw myself outside of the Colossus’ range if you dive into them.”

Tawny hands, decorated with bands of tarnished metal, moved on their own shaky accord to grasp the stemless conical glass from where Freya had tossed it, setting it off to the side as she prepared another roseate drink. Of her close knit group of friends, Freya would be the one to have the most physical and intimate response to her predicament, as she expressed her notion for just getting it over and done with. It would be ignorant to dismiss the notion. Though the pure disgust and disappointment in her and the situation radiating from the blonde male was enough to make her flinch under his gaze.

A sigh upon her lips, unspoken words danced on her tongue as she rolled around the right words. Before she knew it she was confessing like all those who came before her altar to pray and ask for purification. Laz mentioned how it was only supposed to be her taking action in dressing his superficial wounds and how he spoke about Aphrodite and her mist, "Which was a shit show in it of itself," she threw the cryptic explanation to the brunette, along with her new drink, seeing as how she was not present that morning. When she got to the part where they shared a passionate lip lock she paused, she could feel her hands shaking and where her confusion took root within her chest like tangle vines seeking out a life force to smother.

Leaning forward against the counter she ran those same tawny fingers through her curls, tugging at the roots in order to ground her in something. "He kissed me. Something about not seeing who he was supposed to or whatever in that fucking misty visions. Of course it couldn't be me," a broken attempt at a laugh passed through her, the shaking ever present still though more so out of contempt, "Because he already has someone. Your old man just got caught up in a moment of convenience that happened to involve me since he just pushed me off and bolted..."

The Sin Eater pushed back up from the bar top, stretching like a cat in a window, rolling her neck before plopping back onto her elbows and staring at her friends with what she hoped was a mask of indifference. She was over the incident, over the feelings. She had to be. It was a mistake. "No Colossal suicides please, I need my best man to help me drown, and Freya can only do so much," it was her attempt at a blasé attitude to the situation, which she punctuated with a cheeky pout while gesturing to the numerous bottles of booze behind her.

Disgust melted into an easier to digest neutrality. Eros had to remind himself that Tlaz had asked them to come here because she needed help, and it was wholly unhelpful to put his feelings for his “dad” onto her. So he listened, he held her gaze when she looked at him and nodded his head in encouragement for her to continue her recollection of events. Able to set aside his personal indignation, he felt a protective anger rise in him as her voice quivered with uncertainty and an insecurity flitted in her averted gaze.

“You are more than a ‘momentary convenience’, Tlaz. You’re a fucking goddess, literally, and someone that doesn’t kiss the ground you walk on isn’t deserving of you.” Eros spoke with conviction but ended up chuckling at his own words, “Despite me being grossed out that my ‘dad’ is giving you the eyes, if all you want is to fuck him, then yeah, what Freya said: get it out of your system so you can move on to better. There’s a person out there for everyone. Sometimes you find them right away, and other times you gotta try on a few before you get the perfect one. Like a great pair of jeans that hug your ass just right, it takes time.” Eros gave a warm smile as he leaned forward, the bar between them prevented him from wrapping Tlaz in his arms but did not stop his affectionate tap on her nose, “Don’t rush into anything, and who knows your knight in shining armor might just reveal himself when you least expect it.”

Freya had carefully listened to Tlaz and Eros’ exchange while sipping her second cocktail more slowly. She had to admit, the developing story was certainly providing plenty of entertainment already. Nothing spelled ‘drama’ better than one friend getting hit on and passionately kissed by the taken father of the other friend, and said friend being completely horrified by the prospect. In Eros’ defense, Freya was sure she would also be put off if her father came onto one of her best friends-- especially if he was in a relationship with another woman. But in Tlaz’ defense, Ares had been the one to seek her out, and not the other way around. So if the chance to take things further presented itself, why not take it? It’s not like Tlaz had anything to lose. What Eros and Ares’ girlfriend didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. What Freya did agree on, though, was the young man’s statement that Tlaz would indeed find the right person for her. She was beautiful, successful, and a hell of a woman. The man that eventually got her would need to count his blessings for the rest of his existence-- be it mortal or godly.

"Damn… Where was this motivational speech yesterday before I ran off like a dumbass to Father Asshole's place in the middle of the night?" Freya finally spoke up with a loud cackle, hoping it would downplay just how furious at herself she really was for falling back into known toxic patterns.

”I don’t know, I think booty call is a cute color on you… What do you think, Azzy?” Eros replied with a cute smirk on his lips, playful mischief twinkling in his dark eyes.

Not one to pass up a good razz on one of her closest friends, Laz finished off her own drink, trying to use the glass to hide a cheeky yet telling look that slipped across her features. Licking her lips clean of the residual vodka the former priestess tilted her head in acknowledgement to the two before her, "Definitely one of the better looking colors Fre has in her ensemble of choices..."

Freya rolled her eyes at both her friends’ answer, although her smirk mirrored Eros’ own. "I know it’s cute! But even the best of players get tired of the game at some point,” she replied matter-of-factly, once again sliding her empty glass in Tlaz’s direction across the bar and turning her full attention onto her friends. "And this MVP’s definitely tired of it. Someone induct me to the fucking Hall Of Fame already so I can retire in peace.”

A prominent pout and a roll of her bottom lip between her teeth was the only indication of an answer towards her fellow brunette as Laz went about fixing her, and her company, another round of drinks. The vodka flowed freely from the neck of the bottle within her grasp and she refused to stop her words spewing from her mouth, much like she refused to stop her heavy handed pour, "How many times have you stated you were done with a man to only end up back between their sheets?" Her words weren't intended to bite but even she flinched at their misinterpreted implications. "Fre, you know how to use that cunt of yours, too well it seems. It's not like you need them. More like the opposite rings true." She punctuated her spiel with a slide of the cocktails across her bar, leaning forward with a wink before diving headfirst back into her own drink of choice.

"A shame you're wasting time on the Allfather. Isn't there like, anyone else?"

Eros snickers into his glass at Tlaz’s word. She speaks the truth, but her question could be asked of herself as well. Odin and Ares? Apparently after some hundreds of years roaming the earth, good taste and 20-20 vision had been claimed by time. “There are plenty of ‘anyone else’s’ for both of you-“

Tlaz could feign ignorance all she wanted but the truth was there as she mumbled into her nearly emptied glass, “Point me in their direction then…”

Eros feigns a glare at Tlaz before turning his attention to Freya, pushing her glass closer to her and raising an eyebrow, “Odin is a peculiar choice, Freya-- even for a CEHoe like you. What’s the problem? Having wet dreams about Jan again that you can’t shake?”

The unexpected mention of Janus took Freya by surprise, and there was no way of hiding how she flinched at the sound of his name. She was thankful that there was no glass on her hands, because it would’ve clattered to the floor and shattered into a million tiny pieces-- much like her heart had whenever the Roman Ice King had put an end to their heated affair so many centuries ago. Why Eros had chosen to bring up that particularly painful part of her life was beyond Fre, but she wasn’t about to show exactly how much the topic bothered her.

“Janus can go crawl into a hole and die, for all I care,” Freya spat, venom dripping from her lips when speaking about the man responsible for her last big disappointment. No matter how hard she tried, there was no denying those negative feelings still bubbled underneath the surface, waiting for any and every chance to erupt. “But if you know of any available gods willing to be faithful and commit to a healthy, stable relationship with one woman, please don’t hesitate to give them mine and Tlaz’ number. We would greatly appreciate your assistance with this matter.”

Eros lifted his cup in a ‘cheers’ motion before slamming it back, “There is love in the air, ladies. Try opening your hearts instead of your legs and you might just capture it.” Eros let a deep chuckle exit his parted lips as he ruffled Freya’s hair and slapped an obnoxious kiss to her cheek before turning his attention to Tlaz and giving her an equally annoying show of affection, “But I have a sun god waiting for me and alcohol only provides so much relief to my long day. Don’t drink your woes away and end up in the Allfather’s bed again, Fre-- and please don’t make yourself my stepmother, Tlaz.” Eros made a grand gesture with his arms as he approached the doors, “Call me again when you’d like to hear the details of my flourishing love life. See you later!”

“Show-off…” Freya muttered under her breath as she watched the smug Eros make his exit, leaving the two women to their own devices. Sighing, the brunette turned her attention to Tlaz again. “But seriously, though: he’s got a point. We do deserve better than what we’re getting. Men-- mortal and godly-- are just complete and utter pieces of shit anyway…” she declared bitterly, downing yet another Love Potion in a few gulps.

Seeing Eros strut out the heavy doors and having his words hang in the air struck a chord within the owner of the Jaguar. Laz stood there still leaning against the bar swirling the remaining contents of her glass listening to Freya and trying to intake their words and process them. It isn't like she doesn't know she can do better, she probably can. With Eros motivational yet brutally honest pep talk she definitely felt more like the goddess she is and less of the doormat that's been taking over her body for the better part of five years. It's more the fact that these feelings came out of nowhere and inserted themselves in her subconscious. But her words were true, even if they were spoken with joking intonations, _{'When will I stop being some spur of the moment and find someone who wants me for me?'} Immediately her memory was assaulted with flashes of faces she once believed were there to stay. The smell of roasted honey dancing before her nose, enticing her and making her long for their touch once more. Beings that held a special place in her heart, the ones she thought were going to be different. They weren't. They were gone, lost to history and she was still here.

The glass now sat there empty as Laz reached for the onyx bottle, opting to forego drinking etiquette and instead wrapped her lips around the bottle's neck, "You know, I wasn't created to find something permanent, nothing I do is to be for me alone, always answering the whims of those who seek and call," her eyes swept the length of the room before coming to rest on the woman still sitting before her, "You're right though, we deserve better and I think it's time I do something entirely for me," a renewed fire burned within her at her words and rewarded herself with another large swig.

Before Freya could do more than give her friend an appreciative grunt, her phone chimed inside her bag. Frowning in suspicion again, the young woman pulled out the device and glanced at the screen.

From:Hot Shot
If you’re not too busy, let’s get a drink.

A flash of excitement immediately lit up the features of Freya’s beautiful face. Leave it to her favorite Aztec to have the most impeccable timing when it came to their therapeutic meetings.

Smiling, the Norse goddess rose from her seat and turned to Tlazōlteōtl. “As much as I want to stick around to rag on those walking, talking annoyances we call men some more, duty calls...” she half-explained with a little shrug, offering no more details about the plans currently in development. She was sure her friend wouldn’t exactly be too happy or approving if she knew what Fre and her brother got themselves into in their spare time.

Other than the empty glasses decorating the counter top, and now the chiming of a phone going off, Tlazōlteōtl would have believed herself to be alone at closing time. However, the notification and words that soon followed after knocked the former priestess back to the present, the lingering smell of vanilla clinging to her subconscious. "Riiiight," a playful eye roll and a devilish smirk made permanent residence across her tawny features, the bottle of booze in hand ready for another tilt up to her lips, "Go. Have fun, hopefully the poor soul doesn't give you too much shit," there was no stopping the teasing lilt that pranced through the air between them. As Freya blew her a kiss and went off on her merry way, her own phone beckoned her to dive deep into her contacts and just do something, what though is the question. Laz resigned herself to not sit around idly tonight and enjoy herself.

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Ra, The Creator God

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Rameses Zakai 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 33 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Architect; Intaglio Architecture Firm	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Inventive Adroit Ambitious 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Hubristic Over Indulgent Unyielding 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 To rule and be revered as he once was. To create and create and create. To reclaim all that is his, because let's face it — he created it all. To rebuilt and repopulate the land, and continue to tinker away at his creations. To then improve on those creations and make them the best they could ever hope to possibly be. All thanks to him, of course. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 The idea that he and his works would be removed from history entirely. He has walked among the mortals for some time now. He knows how their faith has waned and it has not pleased him in the slightest. He refuses to be forgotten, lost to the sands of time. Whether by a so called God Killer or the Colossal itself. Ra will not succumb to death or abandonment so easily. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Ra 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of the Sun order, kings, and sky just him down for everything 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Egyptian

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Only Darkness embraced the Primeval Ocean out of which life would come. When the breath of life was strong and ready, the entity called Atum decided it was time for Creation to begin. An island emerged from the water to support this divinity, who manifested itself in the form of Ra, the sun god of Egypt. Ra created out of himself the first gods and from them the Principles of life, namely Osiris, was created; who eventually would rule over the rest of the world—which Ra was busy creating by naming the elements.

The Egyptians of old believed that as the sun god, Ra was to sail across the heavens during the day; emerging from the east in a boat of a different name and by the end of the day his boat was then renamed once more. At the end of the day, it was believed that Ra died and sailed on to the underworld, leaving the moon in his place to light up the world. Ra was reborn at dawn the very next day. The cycle ever continuing. During his journey across the heavens during the day, he fought with his main enemy, an evil serpent named Apep, The Lord of Chaos and in the form of a cat named Mau, Ra defeated him.

Ra spent an eternity creating and creating, expanding and cultivating and perfecting his creations. All in the hopes that they would be as perfect and whole as he. The ancient Egyptians worshiped Ra more than any other god and pharaohs often connected themselves with Ra in their efforts to be seen as the earthly embodiment of their Sun God. Although Ra was highly revered and devoutly worshiped, there are those who suggest he eventually grew weak. A legend tells of how Isis lauds over him healing in favor of his name; where his power resided. However, it was by Isis' own hand that caused him to need her in the first place — Isis gathered Ra’s saliva and created a snake out of it, setting the serpent in Ra’s path and it bit him. Isis wanted his power and eventually, because of the pain he was in, Ra allowed Isis to “search through him” and in so doing, she healed him and some of his power was then transferred over to her.

<sub>Ra lived on earth and ruled a glorious kingdom and for a time, this kingdom thrived and men gave Ra the respect due him, but Ra began to grow old, and they mocked him. Ra grew extremely angry when he heard the blasphemy of mankind. He gathered the gods to him to hear their counsel. The gods met in secrecy, so that mankind would know nothing of this meeting. All the company of great gods, gathered around Ra as he told the story of mankind’s insolence. Ra spoke to his father; “Nu, you are first born, oldest of the gods, I am your son, I seek your council. The men that I have created, speak evil of me. They anger me greatly, but I will not destroy them before you have spoken.”

At length Nun answered, saying; “You are a great god, you are greater than I, You are the son who is mightier than his father. If you turn your eye upon the men who blaspheme you they shall perish from the earth.” Doing as Nun had suggested Ra turned his terrible gaze upon the men of the earth and they ran in disarray, hiding in the shadows where the eye of Ra could not harm them.

Again the gods met to give counsel to Ra and they said he should send his eye down among the men so they could not hide. So the eye of Ra, in the form of the goddess Hathor went into the hiding places, striking fear in the hearts of men. Much of mankind was slain. Hathor returned to Ra after the first day as mighty as a lioness. Taking the form of Sekhmet, she declared, “I have been mighty among mankind. It is pleasing to me.” But having tasted blood, Sekhmet would not be appeased.

Ra now realized that Hathor-Sekhmet would destroy the human race completely. Angry as he was he wished to rule mankind, not see it destroyed. There was only one way to stop Hathor-Sekhmet, he had to trick her. He ordered his attendants to brew seven thousand jars of beer and color it red using mandrakes and the blood of those who had been slain. In the morning Ra had his servants take the beer to the place where Hathor would viciously slaughter the remnant of mankind. Ra’s servants poured the beer mixture on the fields. And so, Hathor-Sekhmet came to this place where the beer flooded the fields. Looking down, her gaze was caught by her own reflection, and it pleased her. She drank deeply of the beer, became drunk, fell asleep, and abandoned her blood thirsty quest.</sub>

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

The Old Kingdom. Something Ra yearns for in this new day and age. Yet he has successfully paved a way for him and his ilk in this time. Years spent creating and perfecting and honing the only craft he has anymore has led to his triumph over what the Colossus has tried and failed to conquer. What is a stone beneath the sun's beams? Being subjected to all that the mortal plane has to offer; which as Ra has witnessed is a myriad of quiet a lot and not nearly enough. He has been hidden away, too busy with his own plans to reach out to his kin; his creations. Until now. News of a certain someone's death has caused for some concern. It is time for him to reclaim what is his and continue on with the rebuilding of the land.

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Aengus Óg, the Young One

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Angus Aangy O'Malley 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 30 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Professor of Poetry Advice Columnist for The Stranger	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Cunning Gregarious Bright 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Over Zealous Disorganized Tactless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Aengus wants nothing more than to be freed from the Colossus, to spread his words of love to all those with an ear to listen. To play his ballads like the romantic rascal he is. To inspire the youth to take charge of their own destinies and forge for themselves a new path through his silver tongue; with poetic licensing of course. Back to a time where all he did was by the whims of himself and no one to tell him otherwise. For now, he's satiated with playing the John Keating role with which he was based. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 His voice to be crushed and his language to be squandered. For those who hear him fail to listen and take his blessings and proclimations in vain. For love to die before it blooms. Aengus wants the world to thrive and flourish in it's own time, sure, but to squash the romantic rebellion that is youth in motion is a sin he cannot forgive. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Aengus Óg 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of fatal love, poetry and youth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Young is the son who was begotten at the break of day and born betwixt it and evening

Aengus Óg; The Irish god of youth, love fatal love at that, and poetic inspiration; attributes that successfully overlapped one another culminating in one form — as youthful love often brought poetic inspiration to those within it. The son of the Dagda, chief of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Boann, Aengus used his cunning and use of poetic language often allowing him to get the better of his elders. Oft times winning him his enemies' properties from under their noses. Aengus was inspired and crafty and used his wit and music to charm women, inspire kings, and slip out of trouble at the drop of a few syllables. He inherited much of his guile and charm from his father, the Dagda and served as one of the chief bards of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a the mighty tribe.

Unlike most pantheons and their strenuous relations with their parental figures, Aengus and the Dagda got along like a pair of thieves. By the time he came of age, Aengus had become quite clever young man — easily taking what he could, when he could. Conspiring with his old man to steal the home of someone from under their nose. Finding loop-holes and exposing them for all they are worth is something of a gift for Aengus. In Old Irish, “a day and a night” could just as easily mean “all days and all nights.” His most memorable recounting of a tale, he enjoys listening and telling the world stories of his exploits, would be the one of his dreams. When a mortal gal infiltrated his slumber, a beautiful creature that capture his attention with ease. He attempted to search for her but all attempts failed. After two years of searching, he managed to locate the maiden—Caer Ibormeith.

_{On the shores of a lake called the Dragon’s Mouth, Aengus found 150 women bound in chains. At the conclusion of Samhain, the end of the Celtic year (on October 31st), these women would be forced to spend a year as swans. Believing the woman of his dreams to be part of the group, Aengus struck a deal with the women’s captors: if he could recognize his dream maiden as a swan, he could marry her. As soon as the women were transformed, Aengus turned himself into a swan and called out to his love. Upon finding each other, they flew off together and sang a song so beautiful it caused the captors to fell asleep for three days.}

However, Aengus is not only a pretty face and has brutally murdered out of rage and of being slighted that giving him the domain of fatal love was not misplaced. Nor should others attempt to recreate the beheading of his brother's wife.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

When the fall came and snatched him from his homeland, Aengus was furious. He had been taken from the comfort of his lands and tossed into the realm of mortals with nothing to fall back upon. Aside from his gifts, he s'pposes. It was many years of dwelling among those that worshiped him and his kin, that he began to thrive. His words still had effect on those around him—albeit on a smaller scale, but it was something. Aengus could still reach out and touch people with the words that sat on the threshold of his lips and could sing and perform as he always had done. It was not so different from the Before. Except, that he was virtually alone. No more wife of his, with which he poured his heart and soul into. No more teaghlach, no more family. So, he's set about traveling the world, in accordance with the obelisk, the bane of his existence, hoping to one day be rid of the monstrosity and get back to performing the world over as he was meant to do.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

Aengus Óg, the Young One

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx HUMAN 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗦 Angus Aangy O'Malley 𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 30 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗥 Professor of Poetry Advice Columnist for The Stranger	𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 Cunning Gregarious Bright 𝑩𝑨𝑫 Over Zealous Disorganized Tactless 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 Aengus wants nothing more than to be freed from the Colossus, to spread his words of love to all those with an ear to listen. To play his ballads like the romantic rascal he is. To inspire the youth to take charge of their own destinies and forge for themselves a new path through his silver tongue; with poetic licensing of course. Back to a time where all he did was by the whims of himself and no one to tell him otherwise. For now, he's satiated with playing the John Keating role with which he was based. 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 His voice to be crushed and his language to be squandered. For those who hear him fail to listen and take his blessings and proclimations in vain. For love to die before it blooms. Aengus wants the world to thrive and flourish in it's own time, sure, but to squash the romantic rebellion that is youth in motion is a sin he cannot forgive. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DEITY 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 Aengus Óg 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 God of fatal love, poetry and youth 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗡 Celtic

𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

Young is the son who was begotten at the break of day and born betwixt it and evening

Aengus Óg; The Irish god of youth, love fatal love at that, and poetic inspiration; attributes that successfully overlapped one another culminating in one form — as youthful love often brought poetic inspiration to those within it. The son of the Dagda, chief of the Tuatha Dé Danann, and Boann, Aengus used his cunning and use of poetic language often allowing him to get the better of his elders. Oft times winning him his enemies' properties from under their noses. Aengus was inspired and crafty and used his wit and music to charm women, inspire kings, and slip out of trouble at the drop of a few syllables. He inherited much of his guile and charm from his father, the Dagda and served as one of the chief bards of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a the mighty tribe.

Unlike most pantheons and their strenuous relations with their parental figures, Aengus and the Dagda got along like a pair of thieves. By the time he came of age, Aengus had become quite clever young man — easily taking what he could, when he could. Conspiring with his old man to steal the home of someone from under their nose. Finding loop-holes and exposing them for all they are worth is something of a gift for Aengus. In Old Irish, “a day and a night” could just as easily mean “all days and all nights.” His most memorable recounting of a tale, he enjoys listening and telling the world stories of his exploits, would be the one of his dreams. When a mortal gal infiltrated his slumber, a beautiful creature that capture his attention with ease. He attempted to search for her but all attempts failed. After two years of searching, he managed to locate the maiden—Caer Ibormeith.

_{On the shores of a lake called the Dragon’s Mouth, Aengus found 150 women bound in chains. At the conclusion of Samhain, the end of the Celtic year (on October 31st), these women would be forced to spend a year as swans. Believing the woman of his dreams to be part of the group, Aengus struck a deal with the women’s captors: if he could recognize his dream maiden as a swan, he could marry her. As soon as the women were transformed, Aengus turned himself into a swan and called out to his love. Upon finding each other, they flew off together and sang a song so beautiful it caused the captors to fell asleep for three days.}

However, Aengus is not only a pretty face and has brutally murdered out of rage and of being slighted that giving him the domain of fatal love was not misplaced. Nor should others attempt to recreate the beheading of his brother's wife.

𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬

When the fall came and snatched him from his homeland, Aengus was furious. He had been taken from the comfort of his lands and tossed into the realm of mortals with nothing to fall back upon. Aside from his gifts, he s'pposes. It was many years of dwelling among those that worshiped him and his kin, that he began to thrive. His words still had effect on those around him—albeit on a smaller scale, but it was something. Aengus could still reach out and touch people with the words that sat on the threshold of his lips and could sing and perform as he always had done. It was not so different from the Before. Except, that he was virtually alone. No more wife of his, with which he poured his heart and soul into. No more teaghlach, no more family. So, he's set about traveling the world, in accordance with the obelisk, the bane of his existence, hoping to one day be rid of the monstrosity and get back to performing the world over as he was meant to do.

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 {A God RP}

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_{Seattle Public Graveyard >> Comus’ Appartement >> Acropolis}

Hebe, Comus & Hel

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“Evening Ma’am.” One of the diggers said as they both waved towards Hel. Who threw them a small wave and smile back. They were diligent men. Digging the graves where soon a coffin would be placed in. They often worked in the evening. When Hel appeared to tend the many graves. She returned to the grave she was tending the night before. She knelt before it and began to clean the grime and filth off of it. With that out of the way she could see the simple letters etched in the stone again. Her fingers trailed over them, letting her feel the depth etched in the stone. Like many, the rain had weather the stone slightly. So with a chisel and hammer, she slowly but surely re-etched the name and the years. 2005. Was that a long time ago?

When Hel’s breath turned to vapor, she didn’t stop. Instead she just smiled. “Evening…Elise.” She said, as she read the name off the tombstone which she kept her gaze upon. Some dead didn’t like to be seen. Others preferred it. If they wanted her full attention, they would ask for it. Life was that simple. Ask of the Goddess of Helheim, and she will help.

“You…can hear me?” The ethereal voice asked. “I…you are the first.” Her words seemingly echoed off of invisible walls.

“Do you want me to see you?” Hel asked, still keeping her eyes on the stone. The last year was almost done.

“Yes… Please.” The Ethereal voice said. And Hel obliged, Rising up from her knees to turn around. They always stood behind her. Though the goddess never knew why. Nor did she ask. The girl before her looked sweet, but young. No older than twenty. Dressed in a white gown. But with blood staining the front of her dress. “You can… see me as well?” The girl asked. Hel just nodded. What was odd about the girl was the blood running from her mouth. It was just a trickle.

Hel slightly cocked her head. “You’re bleeding.” She noted, dryly. The ghost, for her part, didn’t seem too bothered about this either. She just softly touched the blood from her chin. “Someone is calling for you.” The goddess remarked. Humans were terrible at saying goodbye. They would remember people after decades even. People they never really knew.

The ethereal girl closed her eyes for a second. “I think…my sister. She is…asking for me.” But then the ghost’s eyes opened up again. “I cannot…leave this place. Could you…help me?”

Hel smiled fully now. “Yes, and I will. Whatever you need, I will help you.”

“Could you tell my sister…that I love her. And that I miss her. And that…I’m really sorry for kissing Derrek. She’s…south from here. I think. I can see her. Surrounded by people. It's loud. There’s music. Laughter. It feels…warm.”

“Okay. I will find her and tell her.” Hel said, as she took a step closer, and took the ghost in her arms. The ghost, to her own surprise, felt the only tangible form she had felt in years probably. The goddess’ embrace. Elise put her head on Hel’s shoulder and whispered: “Thank you.” Before vanishing immediately.

With the spirit put to rest again, Hel pulled out her phone. Laughter. Young people. Warmth. She had no idea where that was. But one person in Seattle would.

To: Comus
I have a favor to ask. I need to find somewhere warm, with lots of laughing young people and loud music. Would you know where such a thing would be in the Southern side of this city?

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Hebe, after that disaster of a morning, had only been able to think of one person to go to. One person who she knew would be able to cheer her up, who’d be able to stop her from just moping about, eating ice cream & watching endless TikToks. Not that she didn’t enjoy that, but it would also have allowed the not so desirable thoughts to creep in. So instead, she had headed over to Coco’s, after telling her a teeny tiny fib about why she couldn’t stay in her dorm anymore. Not long after there’d been the instagram posts about the party. She’d tried not to keep clicking on the stories, for the way it sent her heart racing, and although the idea of the party made such physical sensations even worse…she was unable to say no to spending time with Coco.

Now sat in the middle of the living room, Hebes tongue moved to stick out the corner of her mouth, soft brown eyes narrowing in concentration as her slender hands worked, not so deftly, on their craft. Fingers briefly came up to rub her nose as she suddenly got an itch, a smattering of glitter being left in its wake. Twitching her nose, she resisted the urge to sneeze, not wanting to ruin her delicate work.

“Look so good, yeah, look so sweet~” Hebes soft voice tinkled about the room as she absentmindedly begun to sing, “Baby, you deserve a treat~” Nodding her head along, she picked up a final daisy-shaped piece of paper, applying some glue to the back, before adding it to her creation. Carefully placing it back on the floor, her hands came to clap excitedly together.

“Coco is gonna look so cute in this!” She squeaked in delight, gaze finally looking up from her spot on the soft carpet. Hebe was surrounded by what could only be described as an explosion of paper and sparkles, the mess having somehow expanded to cover half the floor, and part of the couch. “I’m done!” She called out to her best friend, bouncing up from her cross-legged position to show her the flower crown.

As Comus danced around her apartment unwinding from the stress that was the after photo shoot luncheon, she was called to attention at the sound of Hebe’s words. When she eventually poked her head out from around the corner into the living area she was greeted with a sight so chaotic it had her blood pumping and a large smile plastered on her lips.

"Ooooh Heebs!" The anarchic entity squealed with unbridled excitement, taking the offering presented her with attempted delicacy. But that was a lot harder to do when someone like Coco was already buzzing with energy. "It's perfect~!" Placing the flower crown atop her head she pulled the brunette into a bone crushing embrace only to break away when her phone went off in her back pocket. Upon closer inspection the sender isn't what surprised her but rather the message sent. Turning the screen towards Hebe she broached the questions, "Why? Think she means Herc's party?" It was more for her own benefit as she didn't even wait for Hebe's response, instead typing out her own.

To: Hel
yeah! i think i know exactly whatcha mean. heebs and i will swing by in a few.

After thinking for a moment and mulling over the fact that this is Hel she's conversing with she typed out another reply informing the death goddess to wear something comfy that isn’t work attire. Satisfied she placed her phone into her back pocket and proceeded to finish prepping for the frat party.

Hebe had been happy to hear that Hel would be joining them. She hadn’t known she liked parties (especially the Frat kind) but the goddess of death was so beautiful, and had always been nice to her during their brief interactions, so she was sure that she’d be super fun to hang out with. After Coco had text her back, the two finished putting the final touches to their outfits — which had taken a little longer than it should have, for the pair kept getting distracted by dancing and mock bouts of karaoke — but eventually, they were ready.

“You look so pretty!” Hebe chimed happily to Coco as she admired their finished looks, taking ahold of her hand and playfully twirling her about the room in time to the music they had blaring in the background. “Oh, speaking of - you have to show me the photos from your shoot when you get them! Pretty please!” Nose crinkled in excitement at the thought of getting to see Coco modelling. Especially with Aphrodite too!

“I wonder what Hel's going to be wearing…” She pondered as she let go of her gentle grip on Cocos hand, finally making her way to the front door. Luckily she’d made extra flower crowns so Hel would be able to have one too if she wanted..which Hebe really hoped she would. She bet she’d look so cute in one.

The second they rang the bell the door of Hel’s genuinely humble adobe opened up. Revealing the goddess of death dressed in a long, timeless black dress with a rather plunging neckline. Her blonde tresses were flowing one sided to her shoulder. As two beautiful but simple silver clasps on the other side kept her hair in check and cherry red lipstick hid the coldness of her lips. She hoped it would be enough. It was for a party after all. If she had more time she would’ve taken one of her more intricate dresses and put her hair up in that ancient shieldmaiden style she loved so much. Yet when she saw the two girls, dressed not in dresses but…strange colorful t-shirts. “Oh…” Hel’s smile collapsed as she realized she was dressed very wrong for the occasion. “Dear.”

"Hel… oh," Coco's normal excitable disposition came to a complete stop at seeing how dolled up her friend had decided to dress. "Um, yeah, well it's not work clothes but it works! C'mon!" It took only a moment for the initial shock to wear off before she was gripping the blonde by her wrist and dragging her past the threshold of her home.

It was an odd combination of assembled goddesses, if the other pantheons were to mention anything of it. Death, Chaos and Eternal Youth. Almost like the mythos of the fates; the maiden, the mother and crone. Though as anyone with eyes, mortal or not, would see that neither fit the description of the old hag. Comus shivers at remembering how decrepit and ancient she was when she tried to play with the locks of her hair anytime she would make trips down to the underworld accompanying her father. Even more so based on attire alone it would look as if an elder sister were stuck babysitting the younger two; the tie dyed duo probably even looked like they ruined Hel's date night with how contrasting they were.

"So, um, we're gonna need a ride to get there unless you guys wanna walk the next thirty blocks. Hel, mind if we took the 'cedes?" Coco purposefully asked the goddess, given she works best with upfront bluntness.

Hebe had been watching the other two in silent veneration, eagerly nodding along with everything that Comus said. “I don’t mind walking! Though it is kinda cold…” She rubbed a free hand against one of her arms, where goosebumps had quickly begun to appear, the friction providing only a brief moment of warmth. Their outfits may have been cute and fun, but they definitely weren’t the most suitable thing for a brisk October night. “But that’s okay!” She quickly added on, not wanting to make Hel feel like they had to go in her car…even if she secretly did want to sneak a peek in the Mercedes.

As she waited on her decision, Hebe's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered the gift she had brought. “Oh!” She blurted out, “You don’t have to wear it…but I made this for you!” Her face lit up as she held out the flower crown, hands gripping it carefully to make sure she didn’t squish her delicate work. “I thought it might be nice if we were all matching…” Hebe was practically bouncing on her tiptoes as she waited to see if Hel would take it, eyes eagerly flitting across her face.

The death goddess, for her part, was quite surprised by the gift. Her father was prone to give her things, but never anyone else. She was quiet for a second. Blinking twice at Hebe. Then her face lit up as well. “Thank you!” Hel said as a smile grew on her lips. With the same care as Hebe was holding the crown, so too did Hel take it. Slowly she put it on her own head. In all honestly she fully expected half of it to rot away immediately. Have the flowers their life drained out of them. To her surprise, she felt no such change. Her smile grew, though it rather painfully reminded her of her own, lonely crown. “Thank you again! It’s so nice.” Hel said, again. For a second she took a small step towards Hebe as she opened her arms. But quickly pulled back again. Realizing the young Goddess wasn’t one of the dead. Her hugs would feel freezing and icy.

It was then that she noticed the goosebumps on Hebe’s arm. Hel herself couldn’t feel the cold breeze, but clearly the girls could. “Oh no! We are certainly taking my car!” Hel quickly said, and from her clutch she pulled the Mercedes’ keys. Behind the two young goddesses a Mercedes S-Class beeped. Marking it as her car. Better yet, it was already warming the air within. But that would only do during the trip. How would they stay warm once at the party!? “Are you sure neither of you would want like… a sweater or something? I have plenty of clothes you could take.”

“I’m just glad I didn’t have to break into another vehicle, getting here was a pain…” before the Ruler of Helheim could shoot her a very motherly disapproving look, she soldiered on informing her that no, she didn’t leave the stolen borrowed vehicle anywhere near her residency. A playful smile danced across her lips as she gave a nonchalant shrug at the situation of it all before they piled into the sleek transport. Letting Hebe sit up front this go round.

“Nah we should be fine once we get there, I don’t really see us going outside too much unless there’s a fire going,” it was almost like she was speaking aloud to herself thinking about any of the mischief she could get up to while there. For sure on top of that list was to reconnect Heebs and Herc. After so long apart this was a much needed distraction from the god killing perpetrator; public enemy number one. It seemed foolish that just a few days ago they found out about this… person, and yet here she was on her way to a frat party as if it were all a terrible dream.

A sigh passed her lips, “Thank you though, for the offer. You are too kind of a soul.”

Hebe, seeing Hel step closer, had instantly pulled the goddess into a brief hug, before plopping herself down in the passenger seat of the car. Although her embrace had felt bitterly cold against her skin, Hebe cared little. A hug was a hug. Of course it was nice when someone warm wrapped their arms around you but in the end, the gesture itself was enough. “I’m glad you like it.” She beamed as she turned to face her, “It looks great on you!”

After pulling the seat belt across her body and clicking it into place, Hebe couldn’t help but glance down at her phone again, several more notifications having popped up on the screen. Before she’d been able to distract herself with crafts and dancing and laughing, but now…now they were definitely going to the party. Nervously chewing on her bottom lip, she tried to ignore the sudden sensation of butterflies fluttering madly around her stomach, instead turning back to look at Comus. “I wonder who else is going to be there…” She pondered, shooting her a small smile.

Chaotic energy back in full swing at the innocence of Hebe’s ponderings got Coco excited to tease her all the way to the party. “Oh, you know. A bunch of impressionable mortals and a few gods from way back. Herc is hosting~” she was not subtle in her wink she shot to the front of the car.

Once again Hebe managed to surprise the goddess of the dead. This time with a hug. Though in truth Hel was more afraid of her hugging her than enjoying it. She knew how her hugs felt to the living. Nobody really should be subject to it. Though she kept silent. When Hebe released her, Hel only offered a weak, almost pitiful smile. The child should not want to subject herself to such coldness just for a gesture. Alas, Hel was really happy about the crown still.

Comus, on the other hand, elicited a more worried stare. She stole a car!? But… what about the police? Wouldn’t she be caught and arrested? Oh dear. And what about the owner of the car? She would have to call it in the morning. Though before that she would need something like a license plate from Coco. Something she didn’t want to ask just yet. There were more pressing matters as Hel stepped into her car as well. Within seconds they sped off.

The nervous energy basically radiated off of Hebe as she kept glancing at her phone. The teasing of Coco didn’t keep things quite a secret for long. Even the goddess of Helheim knew what those lingering gazes meant. She had seen them countless times already. “Heracles?” She noted. “Are you and him well acquainted?” Hel asked as she expertly wove through the Seattle evening traffic. She hoped they were. She hoped they were close and just a kiss away. Maybe even less than a kiss. It was perhaps an odd thing, but Hel was fond of love and wished to see it flourish in all.

A blush had instantly flared up on Hebe's cheeks at mention of Herc and she quickly turned back to face the front, hands reaching up to cover her burning face. Staring intently at the tie-dye pattern splashed across her t-shirt, the pink tinge deepened at Hel's offhand comment. “I-what..I mean…we-” She mumbled, gaze still fixed anywhere but on her two companions. “W-we were friends…I mean close…no I-we, we knew each other on Mount Olympus. But I haven’t…” She trailed off, taking a deep breath of air as she tried to calm herself. Why was she freaking out already? And why did Coco have to mention him in front of Hel? It was embarrassing how the mere mention of his name had her so easily flustered. She must look so silly for acting this way...

Coco could do nothing more than provide a sly smile, enjoying in the light torment she caused her cousin. It was all in good fun and it wasn't like the words and their hidden meanings were untrue. "They were very close once upon a time. Very close." Even though her voice carried she was overlooked, as to be expected of Heebs in the embarrassed state she was in.

“It’s…it’s been a while.” Hebe eventually managed to blurt out the words she was trying so hard to say, her face now half-hidden under the edge of her oversized t-shirt. “So, so…do you go to parties often Hel?” She quickly added, trying to move the conversation to anything but one particular demigod.

Her curiosity was piqued as well and she nudged the woman in the seat before her, "Oooh~ yes do tell. What're the events, a goddess such as yourself, usually get up to?" Her piercing greys shone with a wild abandonment, seeking knowledge she hoped would involve some kind of debauchery. Her track record with this particular goddess was one of a losing streak, but still Coco held out for something interesting.

“Not much really.” Hel revealed without reservations. The kind of party she was going to now, well any kind of party, was not really her place in this world. She was perfectly content to spent the nights tending the graves of the forgotten and the lonely. Every now and then a ghost would appear and have a nice conversation with her. Of course, that was probably not the answer either of them were looking for. “Well… I suppose that ball is approaching.” The ball her father so graciously invited everyone to. In the name of Jupiter. No, no that probably wasn’t going to be a good party. “And…Oh and what do mortals call it again? Night of Witches? Samhain?” Hel realized she was almost blabbering now. But truly she could not remember. Mortals were so prone to change. She didn’t always understand it. Whatever it was called, it was perhaps the one of the two days she was excited for.

At the mention of a few festivals Comus claps her hands together, an excited sigh on her lips as if remembering a far off memory, "Ah, yeah, Samhain~" But then she remembered the words about the ball and her mood somewhat paled, "I'm not entirely sure about this ball the impostors are throwing. Romans and their ilk, bane of my existence…" her words tapered off in a grumble as she huffed and pouted turning back towards the windows and the cool night.

Hebe had a brief moment of relief when the conversation moved away from her and Heracles, only for Coco to then bring up the Romans. She couldn’t help but feel awkward at her friends' clear dislike of that particular pantheon; one that she had shared more time with recently than her own. “I dunno, they don’t seem that bad…” She piped up quietly, hands distractedly playing with a strand of her long brunette hair. The fact she worked for Janus wasn’t exactly a secret but the idea of the other Greeks finding out (mainly her mother, if she was being entirely honest with herself) made her stomach tie up in knots. “And...and Virtus is really cute!” She added, smiling softly to herself at the thought of Mars’ dog. Though she may not have been her own pet, Hebe loved her as much as if she were.

Comus' head spun as if on a well greased swivel with how fast she spun her gaze back to the front, “I’m sorry, what? Virtus?” The gears were turning in that chaotic head of hers and it wasn’t something that could easily be calmed, not at the moment, “As in Virtus, that cute, white fluffy pupper?” Her words seemed innocent enough, her tone switched to light and airy, but there was an underlying tense to it all. As if the smile on her face was a lie, because it was wholly. “As in Mars’ fuckin’ dog?! Heebs! What are you doing with their dog?”

The explosion coming from the back of the car would have been a whole lot worse off for the people in her warpath, however because it was Hebe with whom her frustrations were set upon Coco reeled back a lot of the bite. Opting for more bark than anything. It was true that she didn’t appreciate or particularly care for the Romans, always shifting their messes onto the Greeks, _{’We have enough to deal with as is,’} not to mention the death of one of her own and they all of sudden pop back up in the world. She would be lying if she said she hadn't celebrated the possibilities. Now she comes to piece together and finds out that her wonderful, sweet, semi-innocent cousin, who she hasn’t seen in years, has been gallivanting around with them?! At least enough to know the dog of Mars on a personal level. A terrifying thought crossed her mind, “Have they touched you? Are you dating Mars? No, wait, that can’t be right. He’s about as straight as a limp noodle…” her trail of thoughts and insults were running out of steam sitting there, leaned forward with elbows resting on either seat as her eyes bore holes into the side of the young woman’s head.

Shaking her head furiously, Hebe's face reddened once more. “Am I-what, no! Of- of course not!” The Greek goddess could think of nothing further from the truth; Mars being more like a father figure to her, if she were being totally honest. Moving to twist her body, Hebe’s hands came to grip gently on the back of her seat as she glanced over at Coco. _{Oh no...she looked really mad.} It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen her angry before but it was usually directed at someone else, and she hated that she’d made her feel this way. “I- I just look after Vivi sometimes. Like walk her and stuff! She’s so adorable Coco...and she knows loads of tricks!” Hebe blurted out, unable to stop herself from gushing about the canine in question.

Heart beginning to pound nervously in her chest, Hebe’s gaze strayed over Coco’s face as she realized that there was one other thing she hadn’t told her...and she really really didn’t want to keep even more secrets from her best friend. “I er...I also kind of work for Janus...” Her voice trailed off for a moment, barely audible as she hesitantly forced the words out. “But please please pleeeeease don’t tell mother!” Eyes wide, she reached back to grip one of Cocos hands in her own. “You know what she can be like! And they really are kinda nice...” Tears began to well up in her eyes as her gaze remained fixed on the chaotic goddess, hoping desperately that she hadn’t made their reunion a short-lived one. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you!”

“Comus.” Hel said, the smile she had maintained had vanished from her lips as her eyes peered into the back mirror. Her gaze was transfixed upon the chaotic goddess in the backseat. “I think-” I know. “You should hold on to Hebe’s secrets. They’re yours now too.” Her tone was stern. Though in her heart she felt out of place. She shouldn’t have been privy to this conversation at all. It was not her business and she doubted either one of them really wanted her to know. Hebe, however, seemed rather distraught about the confessions. She wanted to spare the young goddess. And while the goddess of endless youth hadn’t asked her, Hel swore a silent oath that she would take the secret into Ragnarök.

“And I think you shouldn’t judge Hebe’s friends too harshly.” Not for the sake of the Romans, but for the sake of Hebe. She clearly cared for them. And considering she was working for one and tending the animal of another, they clearly trusted her as well. Hel herself had no real problem with that pantheon’s gods. Well…she only had a problem with one of them. “She’s your friend as well.” And then that faint smile returned on Hel’s face, before she averted her eyes and looked back in front of her.

The audacity these two had, placing her under an extreme amount of guilt. Coco felt compelled to snap back just out of pettiness, but she knew she was being unreasonable. Hel's words rang true, Hebe was being honest with her, now only after having been caught. Still didn't mean she was happy about it. Comus made an indignant sound at the mention that she worked for Janus but that feeling bubbling up in her was squashed with the driver's clipped, icy tone.

So, Coco just sat back, arms crossed over her tie dyed chest, an annoyed pout fixed to her face, "Ugh, fine. But only because it's you, Heebs. I'm going to have to swing by and check up on them and their faculties. They need my seal of approval." And with an addition of an ever dramatic eye roll she concluded that no, she was not going to speak of this to Hera. Gods knew that woman hated Coco enough she didn't need to add anymore reasons to that extensive list.

“Oh, sure…” Hebe mumbled quietly, shooting Hel a small, grateful smile as she turned back to the front. There was so much more that she wanted to say to Comus but now didn’t seem like the right time...maybe she’d be able to explain things better tomorrow. So instead, she took to staring out of the window, chestnut eyes watching the darkening streets, mind drifting off into the depths of her own thoughts.

Thankfully, the slightly tense and awkward silence was soon broken by the booming of bass and the shouts of already drunken voices. “We’re here!” Hebe chirped, mood instantly lifting as her eyes lit up at the sight before her. The street was packed tight with cars, people swerving among them as they headed for the home that was clearly the source of the music they’d been able to hear from the end of the street. Whilst the other gods may think otherwise, Hebe really did love parties. To her they were the embodiment of youth. They were a place where you could have fun and be free, without anyone telling you otherwise. Of course, this party was a little different but she tried to push her nerves aside as she hopped out of the passenger seat.

Turning to Coco when they stepped onto the pavement, she shot the goddess her best ‘I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad’ look, before taking a hold of her hand once again. “I’ll make you the strongest drink I can?” She added, smiling gingerly at her peace offering. “And…and I’ll buy you breakfast tomorrow? You too Hel!” Hebe turned to the other woman, reaching out to also grab her hand. “As a thank you for driving…”

As Hel exited her car, she could feel that faint siren call. Like a whisper upon the wind. Faint, yet she knew it would lure her to the one she needed. Despite it’s only soft, almost distant sensation it did somehow mute out the exceptionally loud music. Hel was distracted and sadly even Hebe’s words were drowned out by impossibly quiet words. It was only when the young goddess took her hand that Hel was released from the influence. “Oh…” she said, suddenly realizing she was spoken to but didn’t know what the goddess of youth, who doubtlessly must feel perfectly at home at a party like this, had said. So Hel just nodded with that faint smile. Feeling the tingle of the lure still on her mind.

She put her own hand over the one of Hebe and then said, to both goddesses: “You two have fun. When you want to go home just find me. I’ll drive you safely to wherever you need to be in Seattle. But I’m afraid I really have to be going now.” She had an obligation to fulfill. “Thank you both for getting me here.” With that Hel released Hebe’s hand and walked away towards the party. Alone. Of course alone. Two goddesses like Comus and Hebe wouldn’t want to be seen at a party like this with old Hel. She only hoped both of them would remain safe and remember to just find her when they wanted to go home. With plenty of water and blankets in the car, she would be sure they’d get home safe and comfortable. For now though, she had her duty alone to think of.

"Oooookay?" It was an odd situation but then again with Hel most things were. As she watched the blonde drift through the overflowing crowd and disappear she then turned to her cousin. Linking arms with the matching woman beside her, all traces of earlier gone with the thumping of bass pulsing from the house Coco flashed her a warm and wild grin, "C'mon let's go see the host~"

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F A I R E & F O L L Y

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Hey everyone, I've noticed that there really isn't a spark anymore with this group and idea. There's been some family health issues weighing on me and my head and heart isn't in the right space to head up a group. So, with that I'm going to have to put this RP on the back burner. I really appreciate everyone who showed and interest and have made characters. Keep an eye out for a reboot sometime in the future. As for now however, we have to say farewell. Thank you all again. Hope to see you again next time.

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