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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 15, 2012 20:41:45 GMT -8
She knew her mother would rather she stay on Nysa rather than leave to visit the coastal towns and cities but Persephone didn't care. Naturally she was in disguise--the gradient hues of her hair would be an obvious hint to her less-than-normal identity, so instead she currently appeared to be a young green-eyed brunette in a pale-green chiton. For the most part she simply watched as the people at the harbor market either hawked wares, made purchases and otherwise went about their business on a bright sunny day.
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Post by lovely corte on Jul 16, 2012 21:21:00 GMT -8
Phryx was in a shadowed alcove, an alley-way, in-which several groups of men were exporting wares into a warehouse. They all ignored Phryx, the colossal man either inspired fear, or they were just to busy, hefting crates and large supplies.
He was honestly just minding his own business, chewing pieces off of a cheese wheel wrapped up in paper as he watched the men go by. Whores, concubines, prostitutes, the likes, they were all operating around this area, in an effort to feed themselves and their families.
One came out. She was matured, but her looks still maintained. She was sensually walking, a sexy sway of the hips, towards one of the men, whom was walking behind the men, the last in the line.
He stopped, and after a few minutes and quiet whispers, was walking into an off-shoot in an alley way. He was lead away, a thin, frail man, by no means a physical laborer.
Phryx followed the two.
A few moments later, he left. The alley way was empty, and the mature woman was walking next to him, as they headed out.
A man came screaming after them, the corners of his mouth torn, his throat partially ripped open, and his hands missing fingers. He made it only two steps before he collapsed.
There was a loud uproar as the crowd closest to the alleyway heard his frantic screams and groans, and begun to check on the man. Phryx and the Taint assimilated into the crowd to disguise themselves, right next to Persephone.
"What happened?" Taint asked, towards anyone really.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 17, 2012 4:49:59 GMT -8
"I-I'm not sure." She replied, watching as a crowd gathered but did not go near the cadaver. The young Goddess sensed that the young man beside her had the favor of Phrike but other than that, chose not to look further into the matter, choosing to conceal any traces of her divine essence even further. Just as she began to move away from the crowd, all of a sudden she swayed in her step, as the entropic energies surrounding the body began calling out, as though wanting her to make new growth of both body and soul. That's not my charge... Persephone thought, a bit shaken by the experience as she recovered herself and resumed walking.
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Post by JW% on Jul 17, 2012 17:48:25 GMT -8
Hades watched the new soul being dragged down to his realm with a sigh. It all seemed a waste.
"What happened? Where am I?" The murder victim asked.
"You were killed." Hades said in the best comforting tone he could manage. Beside him the three headed cerberus paced and growled, foamy spittle dripping from it's jowls. "You're in the underworld."
"I'm... what?"
Hades didn't seem to walk forward so much as flow, a slim skeletal figure outlined and concealed in blackness, taking the man by the shoulder. His voice, despite being weary and deep, was conversational enough, like talking with a friend. "Let's get you settled in, shall we? You see, while your death isn't exactly your fault, your life is still made from your choices, and you have... a few sins to be resolved. Tell me, do you like peaches? Ours are poison of course, not that it matters to the dead..."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Jul 17, 2012 18:10:12 GMT -8
It was going to be a problem figuring out where this one went, and frankly not much could be done until the body had been buried with the proper rites. On the other hand, at least the Underworld Tribunal could get the sentencing over and done with. It would be their evaluation of his life and weighing of his sins that would determine where he ended up but odds were likely that he would end up in Asphodel; it was where most of Hades' subjects roamed, after all.
~Meanwhile, in the Living World~
Persephone had left the coastal town, using the plants--or rather, their roots--as a kind of fast-travel system to get where she wanted. It was a bit difficult to nagivate at times due to the many brancing paths available. Fortunately, it didn't take her long to find the route she wanted, the system leading towards Mt. Parnassus, where Apollo's sacred temple in Delphi was located, the so-called "World's Navel." It was a bit strange for a goddess to seek the advice of another equal but Persephone felt the best solution for her situation was to consult the Pythia. Possibly, whatever advice the Pythia had to give would shed some light on her conundrum.
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Post by JW% on Jul 24, 2012 14:57:31 GMT -8
"Hey, have you seen my brother?" The young god appeared as a handsome bearded man with ravens wings on his temples, curved and laying back like hair after a moments fluttering.
Hades looked at the son of the goddess of night, Nyx, and sighed. "Thanatos has been busy. Aries walks the world." Hypnos looked dissapointed, his brother the God of Death, having little time for the God of Sleep.
Truth be told Hades had little time either. Wars were only one way of sending souls to the underworld, and Hades did his best to keep things running in as tightly as possible.
"Heard that Bachus was throwing a little shindig." Hypnos offered, implying that was why he was looking for his brother. The question of why didn't come up, since Thanatos would be as much the death of the party as Hades. "I know you don't get out much..."
"Because I'm busy." Hades said. "Besides, nobody invites me." And he usually didn't have a good time anyway. Hypnos and Nyx seemed to enjoy these celibrations, late into the night as people passed out drunkenly. Hades saw it as a waste of time. The underworld didn't have parties for a very good reason.
"Well, consider yourself invited then." Hypnos shrugged. "I'm going to see about getting you out more often." Hades looked at Hypnos with narrowed eyes. "Oh come on, we all need to branch out a little, try something new for a change. I don't just work during the night, I bring sleep when one is weary or even when one is unwell. I usually give those over to my brother, but hey, sometimes letting them out of the coma isn't a bad thing. Makes life interesting."
"In case you haven't noticed," Hades quipped, checking to be sure several souls of wrath were fused with stone, eternally struggling against their bonds and cursing one another whom they could not attack. "This isn't exactly a place of life."
Hypnos shrugged. "Everyone needs a break. Maybe you should go see the harvest festivals. Cheer you up."
"I'm cheered." Hades deadpanned. Hypnos sighed and spread his dark wings. He looked like he might say more, when Hades decided he'd get the last word in, even if it meant relenting. "I'll see about arranging it so I can spend some time above. Assuming I'm even wanted up there."
As Hypnos flew off Hades sat on his ebony throne and contemplated. It wouldn't be such a bad thing, reminding himself of what happened in the overworld. After all, that's why he ran things down here, to keep an orderly Creation, all things in their place and time. Just because he worked on this one place and time, didn't mean he should ignore the others.
He could probably arrange to spend a little time away from the underworld. Nobody would be escaping Tartarus, and the mortals could be dealt with by his aids unless something special came up. It couldn't hurt, right? It's not like his brother Zeus didn't take time off constantly...
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Post by Anya the Purple on Jul 31, 2012 21:19:26 GMT -8
Apollonia, a young priestess at the temple of Delphi, was not paying attention. She was thinking of the outing she had planned with her fiancé. So aimless was her path and so ungrounded her mind that she nearly ran into the woman who had just arrived.
But when she got a good look at her, all her senses focused immediately.
The woman was tall and very beautiful. Btu what really caught Apollonia's eye was not on her body, but around it. She seemed to give off a faint golden aura. Apollonia had seen such an aura before - in her sleep, when she dreamt of her namesake, the god Apollo.
"C-can I help you?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 1, 2012 12:56:26 GMT -8
"I've come to see the Pythia, if it is not too much trouble, priestess." She wasn't sure if the clergy required payment for these prophecies but she did bring offerings: one was a vase conmmemorating Apollo's victory over the Python while the rest was a few sacks of grain and fruit.
Persephone should have brought along a sacrificial animal as well but she could find none, at least not in a market. "I've brought a vase and grain for your temple and fruit for the Sun god. I wasn't able to find suitable sacrifice."
She was vaguely aware that possibly she was exempt from this, being a goddess. Still, mother taught me that respect is important, no matter one's station. The young goddess felt more determined as she thought that. "I've a question that needs answering and it is important."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 1, 2012 17:17:48 GMT -8
"O-of course," Apollonia said, taking the offerings. Then, unable to contain herself any longer, "Are you a goddess?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 1, 2012 18:11:53 GMT -8
Persephone frowned at the question then heaved a little sigh as her body gradually took on her original form. The most obvious change was in her hair, changing from dark brown to tones of fire. "I suppose a glamour won't fool priests. I am a goddess but I'd rather keep this discreet, you understand?"
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 1, 2012 22:00:10 GMT -8
"Yes, of course," Apollonia said immediately. "I'll just, um, take these for you. You can go right in." With that, she hurried away.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 2, 2012 11:48:31 GMT -8
Persephone watched her leave as she reconsidered assuming her glamour again but changed her mind, simply striding into the cavern where the Pythia entered her prophetic trances, and taking a seat a a bench near the wall to wait.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 4, 2012 21:57:03 GMT -8
The chamber of the Pythia was vast and empty, aside from a large crevice in the ground and a chair behind it. In this chair sat the Pythia herself, eyes closed, listening to the voice of Apollo.
"Come forward," she said as the goddess entered. She felt a whisper pass around her, like a serpent sliding across her shoulders. The goddess of spring, it said. A question to ask, an answer to give. Come forward, Goddess, and learn your fate.
The spirit of the Oracle was restless. The Pythia could sense the importance of what was to come, which would affect all things after.
The Pythia did not bow. All were equal before her, and though this goddess had a role to play in history, the Pythia would treat her the same as any who came forward with a question for the Oracle.
"What do you wish to ask?"
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 6, 2012 4:43:49 GMT -8
"Pythia, I humbly ask that you divine my future, specifically this: what must I do to become my own goddess? As things stand, mother would have me be a young maiden forever and that cannot be."
As she spoke, Persephone's thoughts went to her mother, a loving woman with hair the color of golden grain, so lustruous and thick that at times it seemed liquid gold, with green eyes that would shame the most brilliant of emeralds. A mother to all, taking care to provide the humans with the plants that would provide their food.
She herself loved Demeter but of late--or rather, even before then--the goddess had been chafing at the idea of marrying her off. Two gods had already come calling but Demeter turned both away. To be frank, neither had left much of an impression on Persephone.
Yes, Apollo was pretty to look at but he seemed liable to give flowery prose (and from what she had heard, he did). As for Hermes..well, most of the other Olympians never seemed to know what he really thought, meaning she'd likely be in the same fix.
"The truth of it, Pythia, is that I want to find my own way and be my own person. With that in mind, I'd like to know what I must do to accomplish this."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 6, 2012 7:03:59 GMT -8
The Pythia chuckled as the Oracle told her of Apollo's grumbling when Demeter refused him. Then she turned serious.
"A daughter who wishes to leave her mother. I have seen this before," she said. Many girls had come to her with the same problem. Generally, she either told them to wait a few years or join the priestesses here. But generally, the outcome was not so vital to the world.
"I warn you, daughter of Demeter, do not be too anxious to leave the safety of home. Many young women have run from their mothers before they should, and have paid the price." The Oracle coiled around her once more, whispering an afterthought in her ear. "Nor should you toss aside your maidenhood so carelessly. My patron's own sister, Artemis, remains a maiden forever." Perhaps that would be the answer, in fact. If she could convince Persephone to join her half-sister's Huntresses, what the Pythia saw coming could be avoided.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 6, 2012 9:42:13 GMT -8
"By the world's reckoning, I am eighteen now, Oracle. Girls have gotten married far younger than that. Majestic Hera from on High, got married younger than that." Pause. "This isn't about marriage or giving away my maidenhead. I feel like a stray seed on the wind and find no place to put down roots. That can't go on forever."
And then there was that other problem...
The dead call me. It was something she could not put into words but the time at the marketplace had not been the first time she felt the allure of those entropic energies. "Make me anew into something else," They seemed to cry. She didn't know if she should mention that to the Pythia though; it was an unwritten law not to talk about death or those related to it.
"As for my cousin...well, that would be her business. Though given what sort of plays we Olympians get up to I can't blame Artemis for deciding to be celibate. Still, she has her place while I am simply a floating seed."
Even as Persephone spoke, she realized that her position was a bit redundant as Goddess of Spring. It's spring all the time; there's no change, ever. It also occurred to the Goddess to cut back on the plant-themed metaphors and similes, as appropriate as they were.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 6, 2012 10:39:12 GMT -8
The Pythia shook her head. "You have a place, Daughter of Demeter, you simply are not content with it. What better place for a seed than under the protection of its mother tree?" She sighed. "As Ganymede was born to be at his father Zeus's side as his cupbearer, so you were born to be at your mother Demeter's side as her herald." The Oracle entwined itself in her hair , curled around her arms. It had a Prophecy to speak. Not now, she begged, willing it to stay out of her body. She did not know what would happen if Persephone left her mother, but her senses told her dark times would come of it. She made one last-ditch attempt to dissuade the goddess. "There are those who would envy your position. Your cousin Athena, goddess of wisdom, would advise you not to cast your mother aside. She has no mother of her own."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 6, 2012 11:35:05 GMT -8
She sighed, giving up on the discussion and acknowledging the priestesses' victory. The young goddess had come for a prophecy, not a psychiatric session.
"Very well, priestess: I will not cast her aside, even if it would mean being Kore forever. All the same I will have what I came for: A prophecy and advice on following it, Pythia. I would have what every pilgrim to Delphi is owed."
It was faint but she could sense something had changed and perhaps it was her imagination but more gas fumes seemed to leak out of the crevice beneath the tripod now.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 6, 2012 21:49:56 GMT -8
The Pythia sighed. Though the goddess had technically been alive longer than her, she was still in her youth. Still unwilling to listen.
"Very well, goddess. But be warned: once a prophecy is spoken, it cannot be undone. In refusing to listen, you seal your own fate." And all of ours.
And with that, she let the Oracle enter her mind.
She nearly fell off the stool. She blinked, and when her eyes opened, they glowed green. She seemed to look older and younger at once: more wrinkled, more weary, but at the same time, she sat straighter, and her voice was more powerful.
"Beware what lies beneath the Earth. The death of Spring is Winter's birth. A darkened world for half a year, Then will Demeter's love appear."
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 7, 2012 3:03:12 GMT -8
Something about the prophecy disturbed her, perhaps the one mention of Death. Uncanny, given what she had been thinking about. "Thank you for your words." She told the Pythia before walking out of the cavern, then out of Delphi itself before she used the root travel system to return home.
In Nysa, she had only just stretched out on one of the couches before her beautiful, golden mother appeared, asking Persephone about her day. She mentioned most of it save the visit to Delphi. Demeter frowned a little at the fact that her daughter had left the island but did not seem to be of a mind to punish her.
"Ah well...In any case, Dionysus will be holding a harvest festival of sorts in the Theban countryside soon. Given our station, we must attend." That caught Persephone's attention. "We, mother?"
Nod. "Yes...It's long past time your getting involved with the family happened. And your cousins have asked to see you." Demeter did not mention that marriage had also been brought up in the discussion with the other gods.
Even so, as much as she didn't like the idea of her daughter and parties combined, perhaps it would give her restless daughter cause to calm down. There had been times she wondered if sheltering her only child like this was good.
For her part, Persephone was looking forward to the festivities. Perhaps they would lead to her finally finding her own place amongst the gods and there might be no need for the prophecy to happen. Of course, the moment she thought that, the goddess remembered that one had to try very, very hard to defy and escape their fate and even then it would not be a guaranteed success.
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Post by JW% on Aug 9, 2012 19:54:55 GMT -8
Dionysus, twiceborn son of Zeus, wasn't drunk. Yet.
That meant that the party wasn't really started. And Hades, in a mortal guise, wasn't sure why he was here. The coastal town of mortals didn't seem like all that much to his eyes, but as it was a party of the Gods, it could be wherever They wanted to hold it.
It wasn't so much that Hades had duties to perform, he did of course, but even he had to admit they were not entirely as all consuming as they sometimes felt. He just had a creeping suspicious that he wasn't going to enjoy this party. He seldom did. He didn't care too much for any of the mortals or demigods that showed up, they simply weren't his crowd. Which left just standing around, sampling the food and drink.
He did admit that the food and drink was better than he found in his kingdom. For all his wealth, Hades couldn't preserve the flavor it seemed to have in the overworld. And while he made efforts to grow his own, without a deity of the harvest it never turned out well. At best he'd managed a few fruit trees, mostly to act as temptation and punishment for the souls under his care. Didn't help that the fruit was poison anyway.
So here he was, nibbling on some sort of dried fish and cheese mixture. People were arriving, and the wine was out. A bit of music was fitfully starting, another enjoyable thing he had yet to bring into his kingdom, but it was more tuning voices and instruments than actual song.
A few of the other Gods were here. Hades thought he could make out Hephaestus, also looking out of place in a mortal guise. Metis and her daughter Athena had arrived with him, but whatever familiar relationship Hephaestus had for being Athena's midwife, didn't seem to extend much to the party.
So, basically, it was just the nerds who were here so far. Even the host wasn't really 'here' yet, though a few more skins of wine and he might be.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 9, 2012 20:34:59 GMT -8
Their arrival caused a bit of a stir (likely because despite both having assumed mortal guise, Demeter's contribution to the feast was quite generous: multiple tuns of beer.) but otherwise Persephone stuck close to her mother as she greeted what family was present, which was pretty much almost everyone but for several members of the Protogenoi.
Eventually she gained the courage to leave her mother's side and walk over to the refreshment tables to start sampling the food. As with any party hosted by Dionysus the food was excellent, fit for the gods.
After several minutes of lingering near the refreshment tables it was then she finally noticed a man who seemed to be in the age range of late twenties to early thirties, easily one of the tallest individuals there. His robes were all in dark or neutral colors--personally she thought a bright color would help bring color to his face--but as they were of rich quality, plus the aura surrounding him showed he was a god.
After a few moments she approached him. "You don't seem to be enjoying yourself too much." A casual observation as she refilled her glass of wine, wondering if that would prompt a conversation.
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Post by JW% on Aug 11, 2012 17:40:04 GMT -8
Hades looked at her when she commented. Young Nymph, a pleasant enough in appearance he supposed, though he gave no sign of an opinion either way. Invited here with her mother. Demeter's arrival had kicked off a spike of drinking which soon turned to coarse reveling.
He continued to hold her gaze just long enough to let her know that he was not politely finishing the bit of cheesy fish, and that he had finished judging her appearance, or at least the appearance of her current avatar. In fact, just long enough to be considered antisocial. Finally he decided to speak, since she seemed to want some sort of conversation and he had given just enough time to imply that he was replying only because he had nothing better to do at the moment.
"I've never enjoyed myself 'too much'." He told her flatly. "I seldom enjoy these events at all. So much crowding and noise, the people trying desperately to impress for some reason or another," He nodded at the woman who was obviously in her fifties still trying to attract some of the males. Mortal as she was, that qualified as ancient, well past the age when she should even be attending these kind of parties. As the night wore on, and more alcohol was consumed, she would probably succeed.
"And you? Do you find more enjoyment these events? Perhaps you could share the trick to it."
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 11, 2012 18:23:36 GMT -8
Apollonia felt nervous. She had never been to an event like t his before, but she knew they had a reputation for getting... Unruly. The thought frightened her. But the Pythia had insisted that Delphi be represented, and being too weak after her Prophecy to go herself, she had chosen Apollonia. So here she was, standing awkwardly near the refreshments table, nibbling at a bit of cheese. She noticed the woman who had been at Delphi earlier and considered talking to her, but saw she was already involved in a conversation.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 11, 2012 20:49:07 GMT -8
"To be honest, I think this is the first time I go to one of these...I might have tried to sneak out before if not for mother having such a strong...presence." A slight pause as she gazed at him from the corner of her eye. "So in truth, I'm as lost as you are, sir."
Persephone then glanced over towards the woman in question, noting that despite her age she seemed quite sprightly and energetic. Perhaps it would help her towards whatever she was trying to do.
"This is...interesting, for my first family reunion...Just have to make sure to avoid certain people and I'll be fine. I think." She remarked, more to herself than to the man beside her.
Meanwhile in another part of the field where the party was being held, Sappho put aside her lyre to take a short break. Her first step was to try both the wine and beer provided, then some of the food. Once that was done, she heard another song begin and quickly found a partner in a satyr.
The song was fast-paced but she was able to keep up with her partner despite trying the dance for the first time, though eventually the oceanid had to switch partners with another nymph, as the dance called for these changes as well.
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Post by JW% on Aug 13, 2012 18:28:41 GMT -8
"I'm not lost." Hades corrected calmly. "I'm just not amused by..." He gestured at the Nymph and Satyr at play, "much of this." He admitted that the song was pleasant enough, and most of the movements weren't yet to the extreme he would find distasteful.
He considered finding a bit more to eat, but despite the pleasure of the food, he didn't feel the need to over indulge. Indulgence wasn't something he tended to do at all, let alone have too much of it.
"I'm sure you'll be fine. The ones you should worry about likely won't show themselves." That, of course, was almost completely contrary to the truth, and he realized it just after he had spoken, but perhaps he had said it convincingly enough to encourage her.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 13, 2012 18:38:59 GMT -8
"I hope your right." Unfortunately, no sooner than the words left her lips that at that point the nymph clad in sea green with pearls in her hair reached out and dragged her into another dance. "Do you mind?!" Her protests fell on death ears but it wasn't long before she fell into the rhythm, her graceful movements and swaying hips catching many an eye.
While still enjoying the dance, Sappho had an odd feeling about the girl she had pulled in. It was a faint, teasing sensation that seemed to imply the girl was no nymph, and yet nymph was the only thing her aura seemed to indicate when she reached out with her own. Peculiar...At least she's a good dancer...
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Post by JW% on Aug 14, 2012 12:48:40 GMT -8
Hades watched as one nymph pulled another onto the dancefloor. This sort of frollicking was what these parties were known for after all. Predictable really. Somethings never changed.
Hades lifted an amphora and drifted, purposefully, away from the impromptu dancefloor. Things were heading in the direction they tended to, and the host was, by this point, properly 'here'.
"Enjoying the party?" Hypnos asked, having crept up on Hades as sleep tends to creep up on everyone eventually. Fortunately he didn't seem inclined to wrestle with Hades, who offered him a drink instead.
"I said... 'Enjoying the party?'" Hypnos repeated after taking a long draught. He looked hopeful for some sort of response other than Hade's stony silence.
"What do you think?" Hades replied finally, giving Hypnos more than enough time to consider it. Hypnos looked crestfallen or just a moment, then shrugged it off. "You're also a bit early. Nobody has passed out yet."
"If I only arrive here for work I wouldn't be able to enjoy," He nodded at the nymphs and satyr, and of course the mortals, on the dancefloor, "the festivities. You have to learn how to make time to enjoy yourself."
Hades gave him that look again that meant he should be considering something, but Hypnos already was turning to join the crowd. So Hades just looked at the back of Sleep, and lifted his amphora again. Still plenty in it. And it didn't have to last the evening, he could refresh it when he drained it.
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Post by Alkonost Storm on Aug 14, 2012 13:45:49 GMT -8
Eventually she was able to excuse herself and escape from the dancing but that would not be the end of her problems at this party. Indeed, her own goal of avoiding two certain personages was thwarted by her mother dragging her over to where the sovereigns of the gods were.
"It's overdue I'll admit but here, brother and sister, is my daughter, Persephone." Naturally, the identity of Persephone's father went unsaid. Even as she bowed her head in respect, the young goddess made it a point not to look straight into their eyes. "I am honored to finally meet the king and queen of Olympus."
It didn't help matters that she could sense Zeus sizing her up like she was a cow prepared for sacrifice and to make it worse, Hera knew. "A lovely young woman I'm sure...You simply must bring her to Olympus more often, Demeter." Hera's smile was thin, seething with jealousy beneath it.
"Oh, I'm not sure about that--" "Nonsense, she would feel right at home with her cousins!"
Persephone saw her chance and quickly excused herself, deciding that after that, she might just keep to herself for the rest of the party.
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Post by Anya the Purple on Aug 14, 2012 17:12:20 GMT -8
Apollonia followed the woman with her eyes. Eventually, she gathered up her courage and walked up to her. "Um, hello," she said softly. "Y-you were at the temple earlier today. I was too. I live there. Um. Hi." She smiled nervously.
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