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pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
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[MoM][IC Contact]
"Persephone. Speak."
not death on hard boil???
You probably need juice. where r you? near dirt?
he probably did lol
I think there's still a few fans up there
dunno for sure
I think there's still a few fans up there
dunno for sure
NO IT IS AMAZING!!!!
wherre are you Ill bring you some coffee
wherre are you Ill bring you some coffee
[ Cool because she's going to be crawling out of the nearest patch of dirt like the zombie she is and then using her vines to boost herself up and knock on his window. She's also in sweatpants and tank, but of the absurdly-expensive-looking variety, ditto her sun glasses. However, true to her word she not only has coffee but what seems to be McBreakfast. ]
[ Her desire to take care of Nico vs her desire to avoid all fun are at odds. ]
Tell me when you get more players.
Tell me when you get more players.
[ Uuugh what does this prick want. ]
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.
Wow. Please keep talking to me and see if you change my mind about wanting you dead.
Edited 2016-10-11 23:18 (UTC)
[ Her actual intent- she'd wanted him to understand the pain of that betrayal and rejection. Being named The Destroyer before she'd taken her first breath. The heartbreak and death that had come from simply existing. The knowledge that things would truly be better off if Ananke had only been quicker to the draw.
What had she wanted him to do with that feeling, then? Just be in pain? She hadn't even thought this trough. Why had she sunk low enough to simply want to hurt someone for the sake of it. Is it at all unreasonable to think she's this malicious?
He certainly thinks its reasonable to want to die, when faced by the truth of her origins.
There is a long time before the reply comes: ]
No. Didn't want you dead.
What had she wanted him to do with that feeling, then? Just be in pain? She hadn't even thought this trough. Why had she sunk low enough to simply want to hurt someone for the sake of it. Is it at all unreasonable to think she's this malicious?
He certainly thinks its reasonable to want to die, when faced by the truth of her origins.
There is a long time before the reply comes: ]
No. Didn't want you dead.
[ Aha. He knew it. As dangerous as that song had been for him, he had thought it wasn't an outright murder attempt. It had seemed wrong. There had been fragments that seemed odd in the context of just aiming for Miles' heart. It had just all been caught up in the greater cacophony of Miles' visceral reaction.
There's a long pause on his end too as he mulls what to say next. ]
Well. Good. I'm glad of that.
What was it?
There's a long pause on his end too as he mulls what to say next. ]
Well. Good. I'm glad of that.
What was it?
[ Glad for that? Glad that he can compartmentalize it away? Someone who can understand the truth of her- enough to want to die from it but just shrug it off?
She's not sure if she hates his glib carelessness or her own greedy stupidity more. She was so careless with her song when she first got here, stupid. It's supposed to be an inspiration, not a weapon, or a horror. Now there's some asshole with her private number and way too much information.
If killing him would actually fix this, it would be a compelling option. ]
Just a song. You should go see a shrink if you're that unstable.
[ Wrong. Cruel. Uncalled for. Jesus she's an asshole but fuck this guy but also fuck her too. ]
She's not sure if she hates his glib carelessness or her own greedy stupidity more. She was so careless with her song when she first got here, stupid. It's supposed to be an inspiration, not a weapon, or a horror. Now there's some asshole with her private number and way too much information.
If killing him would actually fix this, it would be a compelling option. ]
Just a song. You should go see a shrink if you're that unstable.
[ Wrong. Cruel. Uncalled for. Jesus she's an asshole but fuck this guy but also fuck her too. ]
Edited 2016-10-11 23:45 (UTC)
[ If only Miles were a hair less self-absorbed. As it is, he rolls forward with his usual momentum. And a glare at his screen. Did she really just - god. Every time someone tells him to go see a psychiatrist, it makes him that much more determined never to have anything to do with them. Even if he knows he has issues to work out. ]
Or perhaps you should exercise more care with your singing. If I had listened to that recording anywhere with sharp implements available, we would be having a different conversation.
Or perhaps you should exercise more care with your singing. If I had listened to that recording anywhere with sharp implements available, we would be having a different conversation.
You can go fuck your exercised care. I am a sharp implement.
Uh huh. She probably would have agreed with you.
Edited 2016-10-12 00:08 (UTC)
[ What's he even saying now? Would he? This whole conversation makes less and less sense. Like it's a conversation between two different people. Or at least, not involving her at all.
She's . . . mad, right? She was mad a moment ago, and she's sure that mad is what she's feeling now, but it feels like she went past that. Went too far and now everything is seeming rapidly less real. Her insides are congealing and cooling like a corpse's might.
She tries to hold onto the anger. Anger's easy, isn't it? Anger is hers, right? Anger can just say "fuck you," and it won't leave her alone to the darkness and fog. Anger won't forget how to breathe, like she's about to. ]
Fuck you.
She's . . . mad, right? She was mad a moment ago, and she's sure that mad is what she's feeling now, but it feels like she went past that. Went too far and now everything is seeming rapidly less real. Her insides are congealing and cooling like a corpse's might.
She tries to hold onto the anger. Anger's easy, isn't it? Anger is hers, right? Anger can just say "fuck you," and it won't leave her alone to the darkness and fog. Anger won't forget how to breathe, like she's about to. ]
Fuck you.
Edited 2016-10-12 00:29 (UTC)
[ If they were talking face to face, Miles might see some of that and sympathize. If they were even actually talking to each other and not mutually lashing out, he might have sympathized then too.
Instead they have this train wreck. ]
What's next? Going to tell me to go kill myself?
Instead they have this train wreck. ]
What's next? Going to tell me to go kill myself?
[ She should point out again that it wasn't her intent. She should tell him he didn't hear anything that's not inside her head 24/7. She should just tell him to fuck off again. Or to leave her alone. Insult his height, his weird obvious fetish-bait body guard. Something. Anything. Just reply.
Instead, she places her phone face down. Then she finds the furthest, safest corner of the mausoleum she can find and lays down in it with her hood pulled up over her head. ]
Instead, she places her phone face down. Then she finds the furthest, safest corner of the mausoleum she can find and lays down in it with her hood pulled up over her head. ]
[ Miles watches his phone like a hawk for the first few minutes. Then he paces. Then the guilt starts to sink in, slowly. He hadn't meant for that to go quite as poorly as that. But what did he expect? And what was he trying to do really? Hurt himself on her? Her self description as a sharp implement isn't far off the mark ... Gregor and Aral's stricken faces are what make him put his own phone down, eventually.
He's going to take a goddamn walk. Heropa's park is nice this time of year ... maybe he can wrangle up some trouble (and rescue a Vulcan) while he's at it. ]
He's going to take a goddamn walk. Heropa's park is nice this time of year ... maybe he can wrangle up some trouble (and rescue a Vulcan) while he's at it. ]
Um...hello?
[ He'd gotten several wrong IDs before this but by god is he willing to try until he gets it right. She was gone before he could really do anything, but he feels like he has to do something.
It's what everyone else would do. And...
'-and then I saw Garnet cry.'
He hadn't been in that mass of bodies, but the music was powerful enough to reach him. She'd been hurt. You only cried and screamed that way when it hurt. ]
Um...I hope this is the right one...
Are you - um, are you injured? I saw you throw up. On stage. And there was a lot of blood. I think?
[ Not really a problem for him, though. He's seen enough blood that while he'll never like it, it doesn't traumatise himhe comes pre-traumatised ]
I mean...I can't really do any healing magic, but..I can use bandages! So, um...I just wanted to know. How you are, and everything...
[ He trails off. Geez, this message got long. ]
[ He'd gotten several wrong IDs before this but by god is he willing to try until he gets it right. She was gone before he could really do anything, but he feels like he has to do something.
It's what everyone else would do. And...
'-and then I saw Garnet cry.'
He hadn't been in that mass of bodies, but the music was powerful enough to reach him. She'd been hurt. You only cried and screamed that way when it hurt. ]
Um...I hope this is the right one...
Are you - um, are you injured? I saw you throw up. On stage. And there was a lot of blood. I think?
[ Not really a problem for him, though. He's seen enough blood that while he'll never like it, it doesn't traumatise him
I mean...I can't really do any healing magic, but..I can use bandages! So, um...I just wanted to know. How you are, and everything...
[ He trails off. Geez, this message got long. ]
[ It's a few minutes later, but she'll open up a video channel if he'll let her. She looks. Surprisingly normal? Maybe her eyes are a little red. ]
Hey- uh, Vivi, right? You were there? I should be asking you that.
Hey- uh, Vivi, right? You were there? I should be asking you that.
[ He switches to video too, to be polite. He looks...pretty much the same. Though, really, how could anyone tell.
A vigorous nod, when she mentions his name. That's definitely him, all right. ]
Oh! Um, it was...
[ His desire to be polite battles with his desire to be honest. Honest wins. ] It hurt a lot. But I've been hurt a lot and this one wasn't as bad, because it wasn't on purpose. So you don't need to worry about it!
[ That's possibly the most worrying string of words to come out of a nine year old's mouth. But he really has had worse, and it helps he wasn't in the thick of it. The memory of pain isn't as bad as the pain itself. ]
But you looked really, really bad. When you left, and everything. So I wanted to ask if you were okay!
A vigorous nod, when she mentions his name. That's definitely him, all right. ]
Oh! Um, it was...
[ His desire to be polite battles with his desire to be honest. Honest wins. ] It hurt a lot. But I've been hurt a lot and this one wasn't as bad, because it wasn't on purpose. So you don't need to worry about it!
[ That's possibly the most worrying string of words to come out of a nine year old's mouth. But he really has had worse, and it helps he wasn't in the thick of it. The memory of pain isn't as bad as the pain itself. ]
But you looked really, really bad. When you left, and everything. So I wanted to ask if you were okay!
Bullshit.
[ She cuts in almost before he's done. ]
Being hurt matters, even if it's not on purpose.
[ She cuts in almost before he's done. ]
Being hurt matters, even if it's not on purpose.
Edited 2016-10-18 04:57 (UTC)
But it already happened, so it's fine.
[ He sounds a little forlorn. Kind of tired.
If anything, this is what he's learned: being angry, afterwards, won't bring anything back. It won't reverse what's already been done. Better to be sad, so it comes out as tears, and not as angry words. So it doesn't come out as something cruel.
Why dwell on something like that? Especially if it wasn't meant? Vivi is very forgiving, in that regard, though it's not very healthy. ]
If it hurts too much, it's okay to cry, but...it doesn't matter a lot, because it wasn't that bad. So, I'm okay!
[ He sure developed a lot of emotional resilience. Or maybe that's just repression......... ]
[ He sounds a little forlorn. Kind of tired.
If anything, this is what he's learned: being angry, afterwards, won't bring anything back. It won't reverse what's already been done. Better to be sad, so it comes out as tears, and not as angry words. So it doesn't come out as something cruel.
Why dwell on something like that? Especially if it wasn't meant? Vivi is very forgiving, in that regard, though it's not very healthy. ]
If it hurts too much, it's okay to cry, but...it doesn't matter a lot, because it wasn't that bad. So, I'm okay!
[ He sure developed a lot of emotional resilience. Or maybe that's just repression......... ]
[ Jesus... yeah that's horrible coming from a kid. Someone should be looking out for him. Someone should have protected him from her. ]
You sure about that?
You sure about that?
[ He sure has been through a lot...but he doesn't really think about it as a lot, so maybe it balances out.
He just wants to be normal and do normal things here, if he can, and sometimes the weight of all his memories is something he just doesn't want to think about. ]
Uh-huh. [ He nods. ] I'm okay. I'm strong, so I can take it. [ He won't ever say 'this doesn't hurt me', but 'it doesn't hurt as much'...that's something he can do. ]
Are you okay, though? You didn't sound okay.
He just wants to be normal and do normal things here, if he can, and sometimes the weight of all his memories is something he just doesn't want to think about. ]
Uh-huh. [ He nods. ] I'm okay. I'm strong, so I can take it. [ He won't ever say 'this doesn't hurt me', but 'it doesn't hurt as much'...that's something he can do. ]
Are you okay, though? You didn't sound okay.
[ It takes her a long time to reply. First looking at him appraisingly over the connection, then turning away and mussing with her hair a bit. ]
No, I'm not OK. I was hurt and my fans were hurt. That isn't OK.
No, I'm not OK. I was hurt and my fans were hurt. That isn't OK.
Hahah oh my god was it good? are you dating now?
omg are you kidding
no we arent dating!
you know what its like suddenly waking up from some kinda dream and the guy beside you who is supposed to be your bf is a stranger??
it was so weird
he ran the hell out and its been kinda awk ever since
I mean I dont blame him or anything but
siiiigghhh
no we arent dating!
you know what its like suddenly waking up from some kinda dream and the guy beside you who is supposed to be your bf is a stranger??
it was so weird
he ran the hell out and its been kinda awk ever since
I mean I dont blame him or anything but
siiiigghhh
lol you mess
OK so you didn't know him it all, was it just a random guy?
OK so you didn't know him it all, was it just a random guy?
Sorry, I guess I didn't get it. It sounds like shit.
?????
What makes you think I know or give a shit?
What makes you think I know or give a shit?
It's Persephone. Bet its a Starkphone right??
uh huh. total shit show, right?
Also wtf are you so into John's lovelife?
Also wtf are you so into John's lovelife?
So for no reason. Got it.
Have you checked the FanPort gossip blogs?
Have you checked the FanPort gossip blogs?
u know what babe I keep thinking about the concert cuz how hot was that right
close to perfect
r u free I want to see u
finish what we started ykwim
close to perfect
r u free I want to see u
finish what we started ykwim
;)
u wanna see me too
u want me to take a pic?
u wanna see me too
u want me to take a pic?
[ what tHE FUCKING ]
Inanna... Inanna, c'mere a minute.
Inanna... Inanna, c'mere a minute.
[Welp, time to roll across the bed to see what she needs now.]
What is it?
What is it?
[ hands him the phone while she tugs the curtains open to let in the starlight ]
Need to know who sent this. They seem enthusiastic.
Need to know who sent this. They seem enthusiastic.
Is that it? Sure, not a problem.
[He leans across her to let the starlight into his eyes and focuses on the text message while miniature constellations spread out overhead.
After a long moment he frowns thoughtfully.]
Some guy from the concert...? Did you give your number out to anyone?
[He leans across her to let the starlight into his eyes and focuses on the text message while miniature constellations spread out overhead.
After a long moment he frowns thoughtfully.]
Some guy from the concert...? Did you give your number out to anyone?
[He nods and turns his attention to the spread of stars he's pulled in.
After another long moment, he texts her a location.]
Want some company, or would you rather handle this yourself?
After another long moment, he texts her a location.]
Want some company, or would you rather handle this yourself?
Oh, they seem like they want a private audience.
[ she heads to the window and opens it ]
Better oblige.
[ she heads to the window and opens it ]
Better oblige.
[Waves her off with his cell phone]
Have fun.
Have fun.
Let's hope to god this doesn't cross wires.
[Damn misfires running wild.]
Persephone? Doctor Chilton. We talked a bit at the beginning of November. At the opening ceremony for my hospital.
[Damn misfires running wild.]
Persephone? Doctor Chilton. We talked a bit at the beginning of November. At the opening ceremony for my hospital.
[ The reply comes only a few minutes later. Kids love texts. ]
Yeah, I remember. This is she.
Yeah, I remember. This is she.
Edited 2016-12-13 01:37 (UTC)
I have a proposition for you, to help out a patient of mine. Fair warning: he is not very fond of you.
Uh huh. Sounds fun. What are you asking for?
[She was pomegranates seeds, honey comb, and crushed skulls -- it was a distinct atmosphere that he understood well.]
Face to face time with him. Conversation.
And maybe pressing him, just a little, with your abilities.
Face to face time with him. Conversation.
And maybe pressing him, just a little, with your abilities.
Right. Talk to John Constantine. He can work out the details for private blessings.
Oh, I do not mean in a blessing kind of way. More like the opposite end of the spectrum.
Sam Merlotte does not like what you inspire in him. He fears it.
Sam Merlotte does not like what you inspire in him. He fears it.
Yeah. He wasn't exactly subtle about that.
Edited 2016-12-17 18:59 (UTC)
People aren't inherently good. You remind us of that.
Must not be easy for you, come to think of it.
Must not be easy for you, come to think of it.
If it was easy, you wouldn't need a god to do it.
Perhaps. But that does not mean the darkness won't weigh on you.
Your deflection technique is duly noted.
I am not your doctor, I retain a little more freedom this way.
But I am that of Mr. Merlotte's. I will tell him you are considering the effort, then? No need to commit right away.
But I am that of Mr. Merlotte's. I will tell him you are considering the effort, then? No need to commit right away.
Already said I would. Talk to Constantine. He's got my calendar.
Sincerely? I took that as a shrug off. "Talk to my priest" hasn't always had the best connotation.
Manager. But I'll do the first session pro-bono if you call him that to his face.
What is the preferred title for Mr. Constantine? "High Priest of the Selective Seed"?
"Low Priest of Negotiation and Paperwork"?
"Low Priest of Negotiation and Paperwork"?
Will there be a Second Hierophant, or is the First simply an implied threat?
An aura of mystery.
[At least he isn't calling it deflection.]
I will update Mr. Merlotte, then address your darling Hierophant.
[At least he isn't calling it deflection.]
I will update Mr. Merlotte, then address your darling Hierophant.
idk he likes fancy shit and sex toys mostly.
[ You would think that her own fucking manager would be able to find her when needed on off-hours.
But alas, he's still kind of a dumb-arsed mortal and has opinions about encroaching on the personal space of youngsters besides.
In the car-park at one of her concert venues in Maurtia Falls, she might sense a small shrine to her. It's mostly just a rotted tree stump decorated with candles and Alexander McQueen ads torn from magazines for effect, but it is what it is.
In a husked-out part of the stump she will find tribute in the form of a badly-wrapped gift box, unaccompanied by any note or card. Within the box is an appropriately-themed pendant on the end of a sparkling chain. If she were to look closely at the back, she might find a modestly-sized ward of protection engraved by hand.
Just an anonymous gift from a fan, surely. ]
But alas, he's still kind of a dumb-arsed mortal and has opinions about encroaching on the personal space of youngsters besides.
In the car-park at one of her concert venues in Maurtia Falls, she might sense a small shrine to her. It's mostly just a rotted tree stump decorated with candles and Alexander McQueen ads torn from magazines for effect, but it is what it is.
In a husked-out part of the stump she will find tribute in the form of a badly-wrapped gift box, unaccompanied by any note or card. Within the box is an appropriately-themed pendant on the end of a sparkling chain. If she were to look closely at the back, she might find a modestly-sized ward of protection engraved by hand.
Just an anonymous gift from a fan, surely. ]
[ dont cry dont' cry dn't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry do not cry nope no no no no no no no ]
u havn't heard nething from that vork lately have u?
ok
wanted to make sure they're keeping their distance
wanted to make sure they're keeping their distance
they spent a lot of time calling me a child but that's not the part that really bothers me
They're assholes. Want me to go over there?
no
they'll just think they're right about us if you do
they'll just think they're right about us if you do
I meant over to you.
Could go to them though. 💀💀💀
Could go to them though. 💀💀💀
Edited 2016-12-26 02:00 (UTC)
Persephone, hello.
Free to talk?
Free to talk?
I'll cut to the chase: do you happen to know a Jack? He is... [Exhale.] Rather cannibalistic.
[ Well, that's blunt. ]
I know Jack, but I think he's mostly vegetarian.
I know Jack, but I think he's mostly vegetarian.
Well, he tries to be now, yes. Or -- he sometimes tries to be, apparently he attempted to devour one of my employees.
How long have you known him?
How long have you known him?
Wow, that sounds really bad. [ No, it doesn't. Is she even trying? ]
Anyway, it was since I arrived here. He was basically the first person I ran into.
Anyway, it was since I arrived here. He was basically the first person I ran into.
Edited 2017-03-02 06:29 (UTC)
Hm. [He isn't going to force feelings onto her. Easier, and probably kinder, to spare the details of Rincewind's trauma suffered.]
Did you sense anything about him? Given your... Thing.
Did you sense anything about him? Given your... Thing.
"Sense?" Seriously? [ She sighs. ]
He exists in a hell with no hope for escape. His existence is one of suffering with no end: a sentence which can never be pardoned or paroled or served in full, a soul that will find mercy nowhere in heaven or earth.
He exists in a hell with no hope for escape. His existence is one of suffering with no end: a sentence which can never be pardoned or paroled or served in full, a soul that will find mercy nowhere in heaven or earth.
Edited 2017-03-02 07:44 (UTC)
Oh, that's all. [It was actually kind of reassuring.] I was worried for a moment.
[Chilton had, after all, more than a couple years' experience with that type.]
You like him?
[Chilton had, after all, more than a couple years' experience with that type.]
You like him?
[ He wont see it over the phone line, but her lips curl into the hint of a smile. what else to do when faced with that kind of bullshit? ]
He's alright.
He's alright.
Fair enough.
[Pretty cut and dry. She was stand-offish, and he expected as much.
Beyond the ruse was this fact: she was still taking his calls. He wasn't sure how he felt about her little underworld escapade, but for all intents and purposes... Well, she hadn't seemed malicious. She was experimental, and he liked that about her.]
And you? You're doing fine?
[Pretty cut and dry. She was stand-offish, and he expected as much.
Beyond the ruse was this fact: she was still taking his calls. He wasn't sure how he felt about her little underworld escapade, but for all intents and purposes... Well, she hadn't seemed malicious. She was experimental, and he liked that about her.]
And you? You're doing fine?
[ Yeah, about that... Theres a long silence. ]
What is this?
[ Its not accusatory at least, for all irs bluntness ]
What is this?
[ Its not accusatory at least, for all irs bluntness ]
A conversation?
[Easy way out was always claiming Occam's.]
[Easy way out was always claiming Occam's.]
Because people care about your well-being?
[Not officially.]
I would consider you my friend. [A beat.] Warm acquaintance?
I would consider you my friend. [A beat.] Warm acquaintance?
[ There's a long beat while she processes that. ]
You seriously just called me to chat?
You seriously just called me to chat?
[A beat.]
Has no one ever done that for you before?
Has no one ever done that for you before?
So you prefer that I text you to check in for next time?
[Next time.]
[Next time.]
Not really my point.
Edited 2017-03-06 03:43 (UTC)
It's only a gesture of thought and concern. You needn't feel insecure about it.
Oh, so are we not going to talk about that?
[Spoken quickly, all in one breath, like he's trying to say it before she does something:] Because people can and will enjoy your company without anything bad necessarily happening to them as consequence.
I think you like to appear disinterested in intimate connections for fear of your company suffering some terrible fate simply due to the so-called sin of associating with you.
Which is, of course, a harmful burden for you to carry.
Which is, of course, a harmful burden for you to carry.
[ Wow. Ask an ill-advised question, get an ill-advised answer. She snorts. ]
Your definition of friendly chat sucks.
Your definition of friendly chat sucks.
So you called to insult me and then ask me out? Interesting tactic.
I did not intend it as an insult -- just an observation. One that, if anything, suggests a nobility about your inclinations.
No one is suggesting a martyr complex.
No one is suggesting a martyr complex.
But in a factual way, not a pejorative way.
"It's not an insult because it's true." Bullshit.
Why do you call people up and make weird personal comments?
Because I am very good at it. Do you consider self-destruction to be a talent of yours?
Actually, yeah. Is that what you wanted to hear? I'm fucking great at destroying. It's right there, right on the label.
Why focus all that talent on yourself, then?
[ A decent doctor would guide her thtough NOT destroying. Laura's would have, at least. Still... ]
You have a better target?
You have a better target?
There are so many bad people in the world, Persephone. Why shouldn't they feel your wrath?
[ There's a long pause and a slow exhale ]
No.
No.
[A beat.]
Okay.
Glad to see you are doing all right, Persephone. We'll have to talk again another time.
Okay.
Glad to see you are doing all right, Persephone. We'll have to talk again another time.
[ There is a new offering at her weird little makeshift shrine - this time, a package of artisan chocolates with pomegranate seeds infused, sitting in a hand-weaved basket, along with a note. A hideously-scrawled one, but still.
Wasn't actually sure when your birthday was so I'm going with Equinox for the hell of it.
One of the pieces of chocolate has a ghost pepper in it instead of pomegranate. Good luck. ]
Wasn't actually sure when your birthday was so I'm going with Equinox for the hell of it.
One of the pieces of chocolate has a ghost pepper in it instead of pomegranate. Good luck. ]
STORMBORN X MARQ
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featuring a sample collection for Spring 2017.
April 14, at the Venice Theater House, Heropa
Doors open: 7: 00 PM
Show begins: 7: 30 PM
Afterparty and a silent auction featuring exclusive De Marq luxury jewelry will immediately follow.
The House of De Marq and Daenerys are proud to affiliate with Through The Glass, a nonprofit organisation that provides
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fabulous endeavour, and donations are welcome.
Please RSVP before April 10. Plus ones welcome.
[ There is no RSVP just yet, however she is going to instantly forward this to Inanna. ]
Hey did you get this? Stormborn's the girl with the actual dragon.
Hey did you get this? Stormborn's the girl with the actual dragon.
i haven't actually
does she HAVE a dragon or is SHE the dragon? I'm interested either way
does she HAVE a dragon or is SHE the dragon? I'm interested either way
Nuh uh. The imPort that's a dragon is that kid. The dragon is her pet, I think?
so a DRAGON dragon. that's almost more interesting. Like something straight out of a fairy tale
Oh for sure. She totally looks the part too. That's her on the invite.
color me impressed. I was sure that had to be a model.
Good. 💀 Let's look for ensembles Wednesday.
[ Who she REALLY is? Oh, there's plenty of dirt he could be talking about.
Sure, she wasn't shy about being The Destroyer, but maybe the mysterious messenger was referring to something else.
Obviously she shouldn't reply.
Obviously she does, imediately. ]
Oooh, very mysterious and intimidating.
Sure, she wasn't shy about being The Destroyer, but maybe the mysterious messenger was referring to something else.
Obviously she shouldn't reply.
Obviously she does, imediately. ]
Oooh, very mysterious and intimidating.
[ Now that is something she doesn't broadcast in public. The depths of her of narcissistic obsession (which she was definitely sure was actually a thing) was not really part of the persona she projected. But she was usually sure it was obvious, and did her very best to tell herself that she did not care.
But hey no reason to give Stalker McGuyFawkes the point. ]
Who ever said I'm a savior?
But hey no reason to give Stalker McGuyFawkes the point. ]
Who ever said I'm a savior?
Isn't that the line you feed people?
You're all here to inspire people, and then die to save the world?
Cute that you're trying to break the mold by going in the opposite direction.
[ Not that he doesn't admire her for it. He's trying to do the same thing. ]
You're all here to inspire people, and then die to save the world?
Cute that you're trying to break the mold by going in the opposite direction.
[ Not that he doesn't admire her for it. He's trying to do the same thing. ]
Wow. Maybe you should just shut up long enough to figure what line I'm actually using before you crawl up my ass about it CASSANDRA!!
Well, seeing as you're trying to- what was this? Blackmail me? I pretty much do NOT TRUST YOU.
Less than never. Why are we even talking right now?
Nuh uh. I think he was trying to blackmail me?
Nothing that you don't know. I don't give a shit what he says.
oh I'm sure I know everything now, but I wanted to make sure he wasn't going to be a real problem.
He is for sure going to be a problem. He's Woden, and not even the hot old guy one.
Oh no!!! I can't believe I forgot to tell you about silver fox Woden.
Yeah, he was like a hot evil grampa. He called himself Wednesday.
Dreamy. Maybe I'll be lucky enough for him to come back one day.
Whatever. If he's really going to be a problem I can take care of him.
So can I.
but I would really like it if I didn't need to.
but I would really like it if I didn't need to.
[ Keeping track of days is hard when you're in a(nother) addled stupor in an attempt to dull things like trauma, and all the vulnerable, easily-exploitable emotions that sprout thereof.
But it's probably been about a week at least since the nightmare realm unraveled. Since he was on the run from the Soviets, and her. Since the bloody Darkness enveloped them in a pocket of the dream world where she could kill him again and again to her heart's content. Since John woke up - how, he's already figured out. It's the thing he's running from and trying to numb. The exact moment he was offed for good and freed of the slumber was the exact moment he vocalized that he Gave A Shit. Which was also why he took an absurd number of psychedelics and dove back in to get her out.
She'd awoken and in their usual idiom, neither of them had furthur discussed what had happened, and he gave her the space appropriate for a young woman nursing brand new mental scarring.
He's well into a bottle of something that would be more appropriate for medical sterilization when he picks up his phone, fumbling with the keyboard. What he means to write is reassurance, perhaps a reflection of what they've been through. He's overconfident, thinking he can articulate that which they've spent half a year burying. What comes out is... not what he aims for. ]
Hey
But it's probably been about a week at least since the nightmare realm unraveled. Since he was on the run from the Soviets, and her. Since the bloody Darkness enveloped them in a pocket of the dream world where she could kill him again and again to her heart's content. Since John woke up - how, he's already figured out. It's the thing he's running from and trying to numb. The exact moment he was offed for good and freed of the slumber was the exact moment he vocalized that he Gave A Shit. Which was also why he took an absurd number of psychedelics and dove back in to get her out.
She'd awoken and in their usual idiom, neither of them had furthur discussed what had happened, and he gave her the space appropriate for a young woman nursing brand new mental scarring.
He's well into a bottle of something that would be more appropriate for medical sterilization when he picks up his phone, fumbling with the keyboard. What he means to write is reassurance, perhaps a reflection of what they've been through. He's overconfident, thinking he can articulate that which they've spent half a year burying. What comes out is... not what he aims for. ]
Hey
so how did you manage to eat with those piercing things in
[ Oh, there's plenty in the dream for her to fixate on. She didn't want to think about John's confession. She couldn't, without thinking about his corpse. There was a lot she didn't want to think about. Luckily, there was molly and alcohol and Inanna to keep her mind off jjjjust about anything.
Until this. ]
Seriously? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captive_bead_ring
Until this. ]
Seriously? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Captive_bead_ring
Since when do you have simple explanations for things, especially involving your own style
[ Oh no. Looks like he brought his matching bad mood. Misery and company and all that bullshit. ]
[ Oh no. Looks like he brought his matching bad mood. Misery and company and all that bullshit. ]
Uh huh. Gotta stay on brand.
[ For sure, she was doing it all for the #aesthetic and not to try and wrench back control of hideous circumstances, or because hurting herself felt like the only outlet she had left, and absolutely not in the faint hopes that someone would understand it as the cry of pain that it had been, and show her a scrap of mercy. ]
[ For sure, she was doing it all for the #aesthetic and not to try and wrench back control of hideous circumstances, or because hurting herself felt like the only outlet she had left, and absolutely not in the faint hopes that someone would understand it as the cry of pain that it had been, and show her a scrap of mercy. ]
[ It's not like the pain isn't part of her brand, in all fairness.
But it's also not like he hadn't spent most of his life stuck in the same self-destructive pattern, waiting for someone with the power and the patience to stop him.
Probably why he can't shut up even when he can hear himself. ]
Usually dreams are metaphorical. But making cries for help into stylish performance art? Sounds like your Thursday afternoon. Other than the dystopian regime, anyway.
But it's also not like he hadn't spent most of his life stuck in the same self-destructive pattern, waiting for someone with the power and the patience to stop him.
Probably why he can't shut up even when he can hear himself. ]
Usually dreams are metaphorical. But making cries for help into stylish performance art? Sounds like your Thursday afternoon. Other than the dystopian regime, anyway.
[ There's a long time before she replies. ]
What the fuck do you want?
What the fuck do you want?
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[ It's sweet that she assumes he thought that far ahead.
"Depends," he nearly answers, "What the fuck was that?" ]
Taking my head off in the real world too, then?
"Depends," he nearly answers, "What the fuck was that?" ]
Taking my head off in the real world too, then?
So you just wanted to piss me off? Great. Well done.
[ His turn for a long time before a curt reply. ]
You could have been more than what they made you. Like how I've said. That a taste of what's to come in the waking world?
You could have been more than what they made you. Like how I've said. That a taste of what's to come in the waking world?
[ It's a long time until she replies as well. ]
Fuck you.
Fuck you.
[ Not like it's hard to divine her location - there's enough of her odds and ends that find their way into his pockets when she's too busy, too moody, or too famous to hold her own things. One of her makeup sponges and a few incantations later and he finds the graveyard she's moping in.
He picks a tombstone a row over from her and leans against it, cigarette between his teeth as ever. ]
Penny for yer' thoughts.
He picks a tombstone a row over from her and leans against it, cigarette between his teeth as ever. ]
Penny for yer' thoughts.
What do you want, John?
[ As if he did not . . . just say exactly what he wanted . . . ]
[ As if he did not . . . just say exactly what he wanted . . . ]
[ It's almost eerie how quickly he cools, his jaunty sarcasm dropping off into oblivion. ]
Sometimes I wonder about you, love. Whether you enjoy doing what it is you do.
Sometimes I wonder about you, love. Whether you enjoy doing what it is you do.
[ She pulls her knees up to her chest. ]
What do you want.
What do you want.
[ Maybe he wants a fight. Or to bury his stupid, exploitable capacity for caring. Or to forget what happened in the dream. Maybe he could accomplish them all at once. ]
Most of us face horror and misery. Some of us even from terrible cosmic forces. Only, we don't cope with it by leaving a trail of bloody obliteration. S'that what you want?
Most of us face horror and misery. Some of us even from terrible cosmic forces. Only, we don't cope with it by leaving a trail of bloody obliteration. S'that what you want?
[ Doesn't she? She won't say it's not her fault. Clearly it is. If it's her fault, then . . . ]
I'm the Destroyer.
[ That's sure not an answer. ]
I'm the Destroyer.
[ That's sure not an answer. ]
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Some inspiration that is, then.
[ He wonders what it would take to break her in the real world. To snap and bend that spirit of hers into a tool.
But she saw him afraid in that realm. And anger is easier to summon.
His voice shakes more than he means it to. ]
Whats the point of it all, then? At the end of this you go back to the beyond, and leave a dead girl behind you. Who does it bloody appease, love? The darkness? Or you?
[ He wonders what it would take to break her in the real world. To snap and bend that spirit of hers into a tool.
But she saw him afraid in that realm. And anger is easier to summon.
His voice shakes more than he means it to. ]
Whats the point of it all, then? At the end of this you go back to the beyond, and leave a dead girl behind you. Who does it bloody appease, love? The darkness? Or you?
[ She still doesn't look at him. Her back is against the base of a marble statue, and her gaze stares into the darkness of the cemetery without focusing on anything in particular.
He's right, isn't he? There is no point to her. Even less than anyone else in the Pantheon. Here's where he's wrong though, she was more than they made her. Far more violent, and cruel, and dangerous. The Soviets had just wanted an obedient soldier, so why had she become a rabid monster? Why had she rubbed her viciousness into Batman's face. Why had she forced him to bear the punishment for her atrocities? Why did she hate John so much as to break his body over and over and over and over and-
There had been a fuzziness in her thinking, a dissociated helplessness that made it all seem like she was watching herself move and hurt and kill. Thinking about it makes her throat tighten. She wants to say that she wanted to stop, that she didn't know how to stop, that she's sorry, so sorry for hurting him.
But that would be a lie, wouldn't it? If she was really sorry she wouldn't have done it. She's the one who made those choices, no one else. So he's right. If there was really any purpose or goodness to her, she would have fucking shown it by now.
She shoves down the self pity until she's sure her voice will be steady. ]
Sounds like you already know the answer.
He's right, isn't he? There is no point to her. Even less than anyone else in the Pantheon. Here's where he's wrong though, she was more than they made her. Far more violent, and cruel, and dangerous. The Soviets had just wanted an obedient soldier, so why had she become a rabid monster? Why had she rubbed her viciousness into Batman's face. Why had she forced him to bear the punishment for her atrocities? Why did she hate John so much as to break his body over and over and over and over and-
There had been a fuzziness in her thinking, a dissociated helplessness that made it all seem like she was watching herself move and hurt and kill. Thinking about it makes her throat tighten. She wants to say that she wanted to stop, that she didn't know how to stop, that she's sorry, so sorry for hurting him.
But that would be a lie, wouldn't it? If she was really sorry she wouldn't have done it. She's the one who made those choices, no one else. So he's right. If there was really any purpose or goodness to her, she would have fucking shown it by now.
She shoves down the self pity until she's sure her voice will be steady. ]
Sounds like you already know the answer.
S'fine. You probably did me what I deserve anyway.
[ What did you think was going to come of helping her, John? At worst she was baggage and at best she was a human talisman to ward off his own guilt. Do right by one person, and maybe you can forget all the death you've caused.
He knows her choices are limited, that having power and having options aren't the same thing, that even deities can be broken and manipulated. She'd gotten her big bloody life goal when she became Persephone, and by the time she realized the cost, it was already too late. By the time she realized that which she'd spent her life obsessed with was orchestrated by a lying, scheming old bat, there was no return.
John wants to tell her it's not her fault. Not her powers, nor what she became in the dreamland. Children are lied to constantly, anyone can be broken, and there are a million ugly ways to tear away someone's freedom. But those are all fancy ways of saying "it's okay", which he can never, ever insult her by saying.
Which is maybe why he finds it all too easy to talk shit and pick a fight now. He can tell himself it'll create a safe distance between them.
He can feel the silence bearing down on them and he's not sure if this is his second or third cigarette that he lights with trembling hands. ]
But you also fill places with people who don't deserve what I do. That the thanks your worshippers get? Bein' toyed with.
[ Please, child. Get mad. Shut him up. Stop him. Run. Get yourself far as you can from the curse that falls upon those he cares about. ]
[ What did you think was going to come of helping her, John? At worst she was baggage and at best she was a human talisman to ward off his own guilt. Do right by one person, and maybe you can forget all the death you've caused.
He knows her choices are limited, that having power and having options aren't the same thing, that even deities can be broken and manipulated. She'd gotten her big bloody life goal when she became Persephone, and by the time she realized the cost, it was already too late. By the time she realized that which she'd spent her life obsessed with was orchestrated by a lying, scheming old bat, there was no return.
John wants to tell her it's not her fault. Not her powers, nor what she became in the dreamland. Children are lied to constantly, anyone can be broken, and there are a million ugly ways to tear away someone's freedom. But those are all fancy ways of saying "it's okay", which he can never, ever insult her by saying.
Which is maybe why he finds it all too easy to talk shit and pick a fight now. He can tell himself it'll create a safe distance between them.
He can feel the silence bearing down on them and he's not sure if this is his second or third cigarette that he lights with trembling hands. ]
But you also fill places with people who don't deserve what I do. That the thanks your worshippers get? Bein' toyed with.
[ Please, child. Get mad. Shut him up. Stop him. Run. Get yourself far as you can from the curse that falls upon those he cares about. ]
[ "Did me what I deserve," the words make her sick. They make her sick the way his snapping bones make her sick, the way his last breaths wheeze through a broken throat make her sick. But they didn't make her feel sick at the time, did they?
But her fans, at least . . . ]
Don't talk about my fans like you have any fucking idea.
But her fans, at least . . . ]
Don't talk about my fans like you have any fucking idea.
[ He knows she couldn't have enjoyed that infinite loop of punishment. Executioners, after all, don't always relish in the sins they commit however necessary their services are deemed.
But then if he could stop fucking up, there'd be no reason for her to put him through a meat grinder and then there'd be fewer reasons for her to hate herself. ]
Yeah. Well. Maybe I don't want to.
[ The words are flat and joyless. Everything he hears himself saying stabs him like a skewer between the ribs, but he presses on. It's for her own safety, he tells himself ad nauseam. ]
Not the biggest fan of divine meddling me'self, so maybe you oughta... find someone else to deal with the calendar and dry cleaning. You've only got til Fate blasts you back into limbo to chase fame, right? Why waste time on a fuckin' hobo?
But then if he could stop fucking up, there'd be no reason for her to put him through a meat grinder and then there'd be fewer reasons for her to hate herself. ]
Yeah. Well. Maybe I don't want to.
[ The words are flat and joyless. Everything he hears himself saying stabs him like a skewer between the ribs, but he presses on. It's for her own safety, he tells himself ad nauseam. ]
Not the biggest fan of divine meddling me'self, so maybe you oughta... find someone else to deal with the calendar and dry cleaning. You've only got til Fate blasts you back into limbo to chase fame, right? Why waste time on a fuckin' hobo?
I've already got a better offer.
[ The words are out of her mouth before she even quite processes what he's said to her. His words filter into her and it feels like mercury poured down her throat- cold and heavy and nauseating.
The scout had first approached her weeks ago, actually. She'd been wily, and sharp, and didn't understand Persephone's song in the slightest, but knew talent when she saw it. Persephone had been wary even as she took her card. Even with limited time, would it be worth it to abandon one of the few people she could really trust?
But this made the choice easy. She had already broken that trust. Her Heirophant had lost his faith. He had woken up from their shared nightmare, and he didn't seem keen on slipping back into it. Could she blame him?
Her voice doesn't sound mad, just flat. But it still doesn't waver as she speaks. ]
So suit yourself. I was just trying to figure out how to tell you.
[ The words are out of her mouth before she even quite processes what he's said to her. His words filter into her and it feels like mercury poured down her throat- cold and heavy and nauseating.
The scout had first approached her weeks ago, actually. She'd been wily, and sharp, and didn't understand Persephone's song in the slightest, but knew talent when she saw it. Persephone had been wary even as she took her card. Even with limited time, would it be worth it to abandon one of the few people she could really trust?
But this made the choice easy. She had already broken that trust. Her Heirophant had lost his faith. He had woken up from their shared nightmare, and he didn't seem keen on slipping back into it. Could she blame him?
Her voice doesn't sound mad, just flat. But it still doesn't waver as she speaks. ]
So suit yourself. I was just trying to figure out how to tell you.
Hah. Made your life easier one last time, then.
[ He isn't actually laughing. His emotional state is something of a maelstorm of many things and he can't fathom which is dominant. Relief that he's off the hook for responsibility. Rage at her spiteful retorts. Terror at the knowledge of how bigshot music producers bleed young women dry. Intense self-loathing that he didn't do a better job with her.
John takes a moment to empty his pockets before retreating - her makeup sponge, a bottle of dubiously legal painkillers, a coffee rewards card, dried up pomegranate seeds and dead flower petals, and some expensive-looking nail polish tumble from his hands, embraced by the dewy grass.
As he ventures back out of the cemetery with a heavy step, he wonders if he should say something else. He wonders if she'll pursue him just to let out one last "fuck you". He keeps walking so as not to satisfy his bloody stupid curiosity on either account. ]
[ He isn't actually laughing. His emotional state is something of a maelstorm of many things and he can't fathom which is dominant. Relief that he's off the hook for responsibility. Rage at her spiteful retorts. Terror at the knowledge of how bigshot music producers bleed young women dry. Intense self-loathing that he didn't do a better job with her.
John takes a moment to empty his pockets before retreating - her makeup sponge, a bottle of dubiously legal painkillers, a coffee rewards card, dried up pomegranate seeds and dead flower petals, and some expensive-looking nail polish tumble from his hands, embraced by the dewy grass.
As he ventures back out of the cemetery with a heavy step, he wonders if he should say something else. He wonders if she'll pursue him just to let out one last "fuck you". He keeps walking so as not to satisfy his bloody stupid curiosity on either account. ]
Uh huh. I just signed with Sunny Music. Bet they'd sign you too.
I wasn't mad, just disappointed.
Not really tho. It's just time to get serious. Six months are gone, Inanna.
Not really tho. It's just time to get serious. Six months are gone, Inanna.
It was always gonna happen. IDK what he's bitching about, he wanted out anyway.
wasn't really bitching
but why'd he want out? he didnt say anything about that
but why'd he want out? he didnt say anything about that
[ it takes just a liiiiiiittle too long for the reply to come in ]
Who cares.
Who cares.
[Well guess what it's time to SPARKLE OVER THERE.]
Do you really expect me to believe that you don't care?
Do you really expect me to believe that you don't care?
[ fucking inanna ]
Inanna! Oh my god knock.
[ Throws a pillow directly at their face. ]
Inanna! Oh my god knock.
[ Throws a pillow directly at their face. ]
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[Oh, shit. They do look quite apologetic now, even after the pillow hits them.]
I'm sorry. I should have—I wasn't thinking.
I'm sorry. I should have—I wasn't thinking.
Sorry... I just don't understand what changed so suddenly. You know he even moved out of his apartment?
[ OK, that's kind of weird but- ]
So . . . ?
So . . . ?
So I'm worried about my friends...? Like I always am.
[ She sighs, and takes a long moment to reply. ]
That shit in the dream, the things I did . . . I think they really fucked him up.
[ It comes out flat, not really sounding remorseful, but certainly not sounding proud of it either. ]
That shit in the dream, the things I did . . . I think they really fucked him up.
[ It comes out flat, not really sounding remorseful, but certainly not sounding proud of it either. ]
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[Oh. Oh hell. Inanna grimaces and reaches hesitantly towards her.]
But that... That wasn't us.
But that... That wasn't us.
But—no. I... I hurt him too. Why wouldn't he be mad at me too?
Maybe he is. Maybe because I hurt him more. Dunno.
You didn't! He just— It just...has to be too fresh.
[ Urgh. Shit. ]
Sorry. Sorry, shit. Just- I- I need to be Persephone. I'm not going to let this place make me anyone else. And John- I- . . . I can't blame him, for not wanting to be part of this. Can you?
Sorry. Sorry, shit. Just- I- I need to be Persephone. I'm not going to let this place make me anyone else. And John- I- . . . I can't blame him, for not wanting to be part of this. Can you?
No, I know, I... It's hard. It's hard to have people that close, but I just—I thought... [They trail off with a frown, one hand pressed to their forehead in thought.]
But you said it was because of the dream. It was because of...who you are?
But you said it was because of the dream. It was because of...who you are?
The dream- it made him think about what I am. What I might be.
[ She chews on her lip and thinks a long time before replying. Feelings are so hard and also the worst. ]
What I am. Inanna, I do destroy, and I'm not sorry. But I'm not afraid of myself either. You can understand that, can't you?
What I am. Inanna, I do destroy, and I'm not sorry. But I'm not afraid of myself either. You can understand that, can't you?
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[They're actually pretty quick to nod in agreement.]
I wouldn't ask you to apologize for Ananke. I...think that I might have done the same thing. If I were in your position.
But I know that isn't all you are. You can destroy without being The Destroyer.
I wouldn't ask you to apologize for Ananke. I...think that I might have done the same thing. If I were in your position.
But I know that isn't all you are. You can destroy without being The Destroyer.
Just- stop. Stop trying to tell me who I am! It's fucked up, being me. It's fucked up being all of us. Nothing will ever make this OK, and I'm not going to pretend it is! Who cares what Ananke thinks I am. I still get to say who I am.
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[Inanna flinches almost imperceptibly, biting on their inner cheek while they hear her out. It's a long moment before they speak again.]
Then.....explain to me who that is. Who The Destroyer that you want to be is.
Then.....explain to me who that is. Who The Destroyer that you want to be is.
I- I want sing for this world. And what I sing about, people might not like. And what I have to do, people might try to stop.
"We will be loved. We will be hated." Sounds pretty par for the couse.
There's a little less competition at home. This is a bigger, weirder pond.
I know, but none of the other imPorts have voices like ours. You'll pull in a good audience even with their competition.
Still. I . . . like being the one that they're afraid of. Woden, Ananke, other assholes.
Maybe being the Destroyer does mean something horrible, maybe it doesn't. Ananke thought it meant enough to kill my family over it. To kill you over it, just because you were nice to me. So now? Now they should be afraid of me. That's not something I'm ashamed of, or sorry for.
Maybe being the Destroyer does mean something horrible, maybe it doesn't. Ananke thought it meant enough to kill my family over it. To kill you over it, just because you were nice to me. So now? Now they should be afraid of me. That's not something I'm ashamed of, or sorry for.
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[Inanna tilts their head and leans against the wall with arms crossed while they digest that explanation. Their tone is even when they finally respond, even and curious.]
So it's like you're reclaiming the name? It makes sense. A different way of refusing to give them any power.
So it's like you're reclaiming the name? It makes sense. A different way of refusing to give them any power.
Uh huh. She Who Destroys has always been my name. I don't really care what Ananke thinks it means.
[They flash her an encouraging grin; all bright, sharp teeth.]
Well, are you planning to do any destruction? I prefer breaking down limitations and that sort of thing, but they're not very concrete.
Well, are you planning to do any destruction? I prefer breaking down limitations and that sort of thing, but they're not very concrete.
[ She snorts. Stupid sexy Inanna. ]
Record sales, if nothing else.
Record sales, if nothing else.
Not a bad choice.
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[ KYLE. KYLE IS BACK?? AND NOT WORSE FOR THE WEAR?? PLAY IT COOL P L A Y I T C O O L. ]
Oh hey. Sup?
Oh hey. Sup?
You do know I'll break a bone for every camera I find.
Yes you are, but you're also more afraid of me than you are horny, which is smart.
9 PM, that place in De Chima with the carnivorous plant thing and the drink I like.
9 PM, that place in De Chima with the carnivorous plant thing and the drink I like.
Dooku.
Sure.
[ It had gone off without much of a hitch. Attendance a little lower than she would have liked, but it wasn't really her fans' normal scene. Persephone herself was nonplussed. ]
Sure.
[ It had gone off without much of a hitch. Attendance a little lower than she would have liked, but it wasn't really her fans' normal scene. Persephone herself was nonplussed. ]
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We would never have attracted so many natives without you and Inanna promoting what we had to offer. I anticipate that this gathering will not be soon forgotten.
Which reminds me. I would like to know how Inanna has... seemed to you since their return. We both share a common interest in their well-being, but you know them far better than I do.
Which reminds me. I would like to know how Inanna has... seemed to you since their return. We both share a common interest in their well-being, but you know them far better than I do.
[ Wow what a sudden and uncomfortable subject swap. ]
I dunno, a little shaken up still? You didn't actually know them before, did you?
I dunno, a little shaken up still? You didn't actually know them before, did you?
[Look at least he's not talking about politics for once.]
I had enjoyed speaking with them about matters of mutual interest. We shared a few pleasant meals. But I cannot claim the same insight that you hold.
I take the task of helping Inanna recover from these terrible events quite seriously. As I know you do, as well. Let us help one another in this.
I had enjoyed speaking with them about matters of mutual interest. We shared a few pleasant meals. But I cannot claim the same insight that you hold.
I take the task of helping Inanna recover from these terrible events quite seriously. As I know you do, as well. Let us help one another in this.
Uh huh.
[ It is unclear, exactly, which part of that she is agreeing to. ]
[ It is unclear, exactly, which part of that she is agreeing to. ]
[In that case, Dooku will just forge onwards and act as though she's agreeing with all of it.]
I believe the key to Inanna's recovery lies in embracing their identity as a War Goddess. Repression of this side of themselves will only lead to more trouble. No one can be expected to deny their true self forever.
I believe the key to Inanna's recovery lies in embracing their identity as a War Goddess. Repression of this side of themselves will only lead to more trouble. No one can be expected to deny their true self forever.
[ Inanna did have a taste for battle once they'd tried it. No question there. It's not hard to play up her uncertainty. ]
Sure, but how does that help them right now?
Sure, but how does that help them right now?
[ There's a bit of a pause before she joins the call, adding video. ]
Let's get a drink, Magnus-rhymes-with-swagness.
Let's get a drink, Magnus-rhymes-with-swagness.
[and the stupid thing his dumb meatbrain thinks is, I'm underage. then he remembers, he'll always be underage, and is pretty sure the rules don't apply to his situation??????]
[plus, he doesn't want to seem uncool or ungrateful in front of a literal death goddess/fellow teen???????, so like]
Okay. Um, where at?
[he's had the mead of the gods. this Is Not a Big Deal]
[plus, he doesn't want to seem uncool or ungrateful in front of a literal death goddess/fellow teen???????, so like]
Okay. Um, where at?
[he's had the mead of the gods. this Is Not a Big Deal]
You don't have an ID, do you?
[ It's not actually a question; The kid is obviously a nerd. Maybe, she wonders, all demi-gods are nerds? That seems extremely possible. ]
Can you get underground? I'll come meet you.
[ It's not actually a question; The kid is obviously a nerd. Maybe, she wonders, all demi-gods are nerds? That seems extremely possible. ]
Can you get underground? I'll come meet you.
[the attempt at seeming cool has been shortlived. RIP, that attempt, do not pass go, do not enter the Hall of the Slain]
Nnno. I don't even have like, an I'm-a-people ID anymore. And do you mean like, the subways in Maurtia Falls or literally underground? Because I could like... dig... a hole, I guess, but.
Just to be clear.
[SUPER RIP THAT ATTEMPT AT SEEMING COOL. WE HARDLY KNEW YE]
Nnno. I don't even have like, an I'm-a-people ID anymore. And do you mean like, the subways in Maurtia Falls or literally underground? Because I could like... dig... a hole, I guess, but.
Just to be clear.
[SUPER RIP THAT ATTEMPT AT SEEMING COOL. WE HARDLY KNEW YE]
Meet you there.
. . . and sorry that you died. [ Then she hangs up. ]
((Action or logs?))
. . . and sorry that you died. [ Then she hangs up. ]
((Action or logs?))
[the -- condolence? -- catches him a little off-guard, but also makes him smile, a bit]
[and in no time at all, Magnus will emerge into the dirt-and-grime streaked subway of Maurtia Falls, trailing his hand idly across ripped posters and anti-imPort graffiti. it occurs to him, stupidly, that... he never asked what train he should take, or what stop he was supposed to get off on. he watches the trains, wondering what he's supposed to do. supposes, like with most Godly things, it'll sort of sort itself out in the most jarring way possible]
[so Magnus waits, in ripped flannels and army jacket, in dingy black sneakers, hands on the straps of his ratty backpack, for another Goddess of the Underworld to come tell him what's up]
[and in no time at all, Magnus will emerge into the dirt-and-grime streaked subway of Maurtia Falls, trailing his hand idly across ripped posters and anti-imPort graffiti. it occurs to him, stupidly, that... he never asked what train he should take, or what stop he was supposed to get off on. he watches the trains, wondering what he's supposed to do. supposes, like with most Godly things, it'll sort of sort itself out in the most jarring way possible]
[so Magnus waits, in ripped flannels and army jacket, in dingy black sneakers, hands on the straps of his ratty backpack, for another Goddess of the Underworld to come tell him what's up]
[ A train comes, only a couple passengers disembark at this stop, and they head up to the street. The train leaves, and he is alone. Then, from the direction the train took off in, a pinpoint of orange light appears. A lit cigarette.
It's hard to see much of the woman holding it, but her face is lit easily by the smouldering tip. Her steps are loud but do not echo. She walks like a queen moving through her court. Even if Magnus hadn't been through Chthonic Bullshit 101, everything about her screams "freaky power." ]
This way. Mind the third rail.
It's hard to see much of the woman holding it, but her face is lit easily by the smouldering tip. Her steps are loud but do not echo. She walks like a queen moving through her court. Even if Magnus hadn't been through Chthonic Bullshit 101, everything about her screams "freaky power." ]
This way. Mind the third rail.
[and in the glow of her cigarette, Magnus sees first that she's gorgeous. no, there needs to be a preface to that; she's breathtakingly gorgeous, in the most literal way possible (suffocation was a nastier kind of death, he thought). and Magnus may be semi-divine himself, blessed with the golden hair of Frey and etc etc, but that doesn't mean he's immune to the glamour of the gods (his own aunt -- let's not talk about that). his grey eyes, tired looking, widen, his pulse (notably, improbably present) picks up; she's the kind of person someone would follow into the dark]
[and he does, stepping down to where she is]
Consider it minded. Um, hi.
[there are probably smoother ways to talk to the goddess of the underworld, but Magnus sadly isn't that kind of demigod]
[and he does, stepping down to where she is]
Consider it minded. Um, hi.
[there are probably smoother ways to talk to the goddess of the underworld, but Magnus sadly isn't that kind of demigod]
Hey.
[ She walks a little ways down the line, before they reach a door that absolutely 100% does not belong in a subway tunnel and she shows him through. ]
So, half-blood, huh?
[ She walks a little ways down the line, before they reach a door that absolutely 100% does not belong in a subway tunnel and she shows him through. ]
So, half-blood, huh?
Edited 2017-08-28 23:37 (UTC)
[Magnus doesn't remember there ever being doors inside of subways. he kind of is sure that the point of subways is not to be small pockets of space for Chthonic Bullshit (but then again, maybe it always was? if Boston could be the nexus of the Nine Worlds, anything was possible). he follows her inside the door]
Yep. Half human, half god, all dead, that's me.
[he's got about a million questions, but -- this seems like a good time to just be observant and pick up on his host's cues. if she wants him to answer questions, he'll do that]
Yep. Half human, half god, all dead, that's me.
[he's got about a million questions, but -- this seems like a good time to just be observant and pick up on his host's cues. if she wants him to answer questions, he'll do that]
Bummer.
[ She sounds like she means it. She sounds like she says it a lot. Aaaaand that's all she says. The truth is she's not sure what she wants from him, exactly. Why is she even doing this?
It's probably has nothing to do with her own extremely complicated relationship with mortality, nor the way her heart aches terribly in the place where Nico had burrowed his way in and then disappeared without a word. No, it's probably just because he's annoying, and for some reason she just can't stop herself from hanging out with annoying boys.
Their path is completely incomprehensible. They make so many turns as they pass through basements, utility tunnels, and supply closets. There's no way he'll be able to backtrack. ]
[ She sounds like she means it. She sounds like she says it a lot. Aaaaand that's all she says. The truth is she's not sure what she wants from him, exactly. Why is she even doing this?
It's probably has nothing to do with her own extremely complicated relationship with mortality, nor the way her heart aches terribly in the place where Nico had burrowed his way in and then disappeared without a word. No, it's probably just because he's annoying, and for some reason she just can't stop herself from hanging out with annoying boys.
Their path is completely incomprehensible. They make so many turns as they pass through basements, utility tunnels, and supply closets. There's no way he'll be able to backtrack. ]
Edited 2017-08-29 03:20 (UTC)
[the short response -- is a better response than he usually gets, really. he doesn't want pity or sympathy. he just wants to be himself]
It's usually a bunch of trouble, but it's not so bad.
[and he falls into quiet when she does, grey eyes scanning wide at the path around them, sometimes lit, sometimes pitch dark. Magnus is Dead, but he is not a death demigod (he's a life demigod, if we're getting technical), and the more turns they make, the less he understands his surroundings, the more his pulse starts to spike]
[he starts to ramble, because that's how Magnus Chase rolls, when he's feeling nervous]
Um. I did know, already. About other pantheons. It sort of even runs in my extended surviving family. My cousin's a daughter of Athena, from uh, your side of the spiritual universe. She'd probably have told me not to follow goddesses into the dark or drink underage, because she's smarter than me. But you seem okay. Better than the goddess running the show where I come from.
[Magnus isn't walking like he owns the place, stumbles over something in the dark, hisses as he cuts his knee on an edge of -- a door hinge, with no door? great -- and suddenly, he's lighting up a bit, gold and subtle at the edges. he's healing, if she can sense that, in a small way. his blond hair stays lit longer than the rest of him]
I'm glad I can't get tetanus. Um, are we nearly there?
It's usually a bunch of trouble, but it's not so bad.
[and he falls into quiet when she does, grey eyes scanning wide at the path around them, sometimes lit, sometimes pitch dark. Magnus is Dead, but he is not a death demigod (he's a life demigod, if we're getting technical), and the more turns they make, the less he understands his surroundings, the more his pulse starts to spike]
[he starts to ramble, because that's how Magnus Chase rolls, when he's feeling nervous]
Um. I did know, already. About other pantheons. It sort of even runs in my extended surviving family. My cousin's a daughter of Athena, from uh, your side of the spiritual universe. She'd probably have told me not to follow goddesses into the dark or drink underage, because she's smarter than me. But you seem okay. Better than the goddess running the show where I come from.
[Magnus isn't walking like he owns the place, stumbles over something in the dark, hisses as he cuts his knee on an edge of -- a door hinge, with no door? great -- and suddenly, he's lighting up a bit, gold and subtle at the edges. he's healing, if she can sense that, in a small way. his blond hair stays lit longer than the rest of him]
I'm glad I can't get tetanus. Um, are we nearly there?
Edited 2017-08-29 03:32 (UTC)
[ She stopped and turned to face him the moment he said "Athena." But then, well. He's healing. He's golden and sparkling and healing.
He seems used to the power. She wonders how often he gets hurt. She wonders who killed him. She wonders what he's being used for, now that he's already given his life. ]
Minerva's always like twelve. Her advice is shit.
[ She turns around and keeps walking. Through the next door they are now in natural cave tunnels. Except there are gently glowing vines, that look like blown glass run along the tunnels. They and their brighter pink blossoms begin to light their way. ]
He seems used to the power. She wonders how often he gets hurt. She wonders who killed him. She wonders what he's being used for, now that he's already given his life. ]
Minerva's always like twelve. Her advice is shit.
[ She turns around and keeps walking. Through the next door they are now in natural cave tunnels. Except there are gently glowing vines, that look like blown glass run along the tunnels. They and their brighter pink blossoms begin to light their way. ]
[a mumble to himself;]
Minerva -- ?
[Magnus hurries to keep up, embarrassed at his fumble in the dark, and is relieved to see light ahead. he thinks they're wires, electric, until they get close and that thought couldn't be further from the truth. they're vines, illuminated and living and gorgeous]
[and it comes without thought, clearly his genuine reaction, rather than something careful or even nervous;]
Wow -- it's so beautiful, down here. They're amazing.
[he reaches to touch, stops, because even if he's not as smart as Annabeth, he's not stupid. he doesn't know mythology that well (hilariously ironic), but he does remember something about Persephone and plants, and the bad mix that happened there]
Minerva -- ?
[Magnus hurries to keep up, embarrassed at his fumble in the dark, and is relieved to see light ahead. he thinks they're wires, electric, until they get close and that thought couldn't be further from the truth. they're vines, illuminated and living and gorgeous]
[and it comes without thought, clearly his genuine reaction, rather than something careful or even nervous;]
Wow -- it's so beautiful, down here. They're amazing.
[he reaches to touch, stops, because even if he's not as smart as Annabeth, he's not stupid. he doesn't know mythology that well (hilariously ironic), but he does remember something about Persephone and plants, and the bad mix that happened there]
Uh huh.
[ They come then to an open cathedral- half natural cave, half her obvious handiwork. There's a stage, and an alter, and a totally baller-looking sound system. It's also clearly only half done. The vine-woven catwalks for example. Is this a church or a concert hall? Hard to tell. ]
Minerva's Athena. As close as we've got anyway.
[ They come then to an open cathedral- half natural cave, half her obvious handiwork. There's a stage, and an alter, and a totally baller-looking sound system. It's also clearly only half done. The vine-woven catwalks for example. Is this a church or a concert hall? Hard to tell. ]
Minerva's Athena. As close as we've got anyway.
[Magnus almost feels like saying, who?, because he's already forgotten they were talking about some goddess of wisdom, faced with another even more completely astonishing sight. even half-complete, it's one of the coolest things he's ever seen -- though he has no idea what it's for. definitely something to be seen, but not yet (which makes him wonder why he's gotten a backstage pass so far before the show)]
This is so cool... is this your -- [he doesn't know what word goes here. tries, thinking of some long-gone World Civ class] -- temple?
This is so cool... is this your -- [he doesn't know what word goes here. tries, thinking of some long-gone World Civ class] -- temple?
Welcome to Hades. What do you want, like an Ike's Hard Lemon Tea?
Or uh . . . actual juice?
[Some people drank juice without gin in it. She might not understand it,
but she did respect it. ]
Or uh . . . actual juice?
[Some people drank juice without gin in it. She might not understand it,
but she did respect it. ]
Wow, you really do think I'm a nerd. We drink mead, you know, in Valhalla.
[this is true, but -- he drinks the apple juice and water mostly. he preferred to have a clear head if he was going to lose his head, and the mead of the gods was maybe not the best for that]
[he's pretty sure Ike's Hard Lemon Tea is also a dig, so he goes with a slightly risky]
I'll have whatever you're having. When in -- Hades, and all that.
[he approaches the vine catwalks, slowly, just in case that's not cool. he wants to see them closer up]
[this is true, but -- he drinks the apple juice and water mostly. he preferred to have a clear head if he was going to lose his head, and the mead of the gods was maybe not the best for that]
[he's pretty sure Ike's Hard Lemon Tea is also a dig, so he goes with a slightly risky]
I'll have whatever you're having. When in -- Hades, and all that.
[he approaches the vine catwalks, slowly, just in case that's not cool. he wants to see them closer up]
[ He'll have to climb up the vine-made access ladders to get there. The blossoms turn to face him as he approaches, almost curiously, but the ladder looks sturdy enough. ]
Nerd was your word, not mine.
[ But gin-and-pomegranate-juice it is! She brings him a double. ]
Nerd was your word, not mine.
[ But gin-and-pomegranate-juice it is! She brings him a double. ]
Edited 2017-08-29 23:11 (UTC)
[the blossoms turn, and Magnus looks positively charmed. it's a nice thought; flowers in Hades]
What's with this place? What happens here?
[Magnus accepts the drink, not seeming to mind that it's kind of cute. he takes a big, mead-quaffing sip -- and his grey eyes blast wide at the taste. he swallows with effort, trying not to cough, and mostly failing]
-- The, pomegranate, is so fresh. That's why I'm coughing. Wow.
[takes a smaller sip... this time...]
What's with this place? What happens here?
[Magnus accepts the drink, not seeming to mind that it's kind of cute. he takes a big, mead-quaffing sip -- and his grey eyes blast wide at the taste. he swallows with effort, trying not to cough, and mostly failing]
-- The, pomegranate, is so fresh. That's why I'm coughing. Wow.
[takes a smaller sip... this time...]
WELCOME TO WICDIV, KIDDO. WE'RE THE GODS THEY WARNED YOU ABOUT IN HEALTH CLASS.
pummelgranite
2017-08-29 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh huh.
[ This is the face of a goddess who believes him. ]
Can't you tell? It's for worship.
[ This is the face of a goddess who believes him. ]
Can't you tell? It's for worship.
Nuh uh.
Well, there are a couple tribute acts. Local bands, you know.
Well, there are a couple tribute acts. Local bands, you know.
Now you're being a nerd.
I sing. Look me up.
I sing. Look me up.
[he cocks his head in surprise, but then thinks: yeah, sounds about right. Thor watches Breaking Bad. Heimdall loves taking selfies. Persephone can be a pop star]
[still, he defends his nerdiness]
I'm not being a nerd. I mean, it's not my pantheon, but I know if anybody's gonna grow a great rutabaga for the Greeks, it's you. [...] I will, though. Look you up. What's your music like?
[still, he defends his nerdiness]
I'm not being a nerd. I mean, it's not my pantheon, but I know if anybody's gonna grow a great rutabaga for the Greeks, it's you. [...] I will, though. Look you up. What's your music like?
Sure, I'll get you into the next communion.
Something tells me you're already spoken for.
[ Normally, this is where she'd get bitchy. But she thinks of everything Nico and his sister went through just because the Olympians couldn't be arsed. Atheism might be the more reasonable choice than the kids continued devotion. ]
How's that working out for you?
How's that working out for you?
Fine. Valhalla's pretty tolerant of people with differing religious beliefs. My Valkyrie's actually a practicing Muslim, I have Christian and Wiccan and Norse pagan hallmates. Some of the thanes aren't even pagan.
[he can't resist the ladder any longer. he wants to put the drink down, figures that would be maybe contrary to hospitality rules; he steels himself, throws back the rest of it. oh my god its so much bllehghgkk keep it together Chase aaaand it's down]
[huffing out a haaa and shivering at the slam of the alcohol in his system, Magnus inches a few steps up the ladder, curious and slowly]
[he can't resist the ladder any longer. he wants to put the drink down, figures that would be maybe contrary to hospitality rules; he steels himself, throws back the rest of it. oh my god its so much bllehghgkk keep it together Chase aaaand it's down]
[huffing out a haaa and shivering at the slam of the alcohol in his system, Magnus inches a few steps up the ladder, curious and slowly]
Edited 2017-08-30 06:14 (UTC)
Oh.
[ That wasn't what she was expecting, somehow.
In any case, the ladder is firm under him, even glowing a little brighter as he climbs. Up above are the catwalks one might find in any such performance hall. But- there's no infrastructure, no electricity, no lights. Some weird animal bone structures here and there, sure but it's still all very enigmatic. ]
[ That wasn't what she was expecting, somehow.
In any case, the ladder is firm under him, even glowing a little brighter as he climbs. Up above are the catwalks one might find in any such performance hall. But- there's no infrastructure, no electricity, no lights. Some weird animal bone structures here and there, sure but it's still all very enigmatic. ]
[the Greeks are dicks. the Norse have bigger fish to fry; you couldn't very well be squabbling about the nature of the universe or feuding like a bunch of animals when Ragnarok was about to land on your doorstep like a flaming bag of dog -- well]
[Magnus follows the ladder up, and up, to the catwalk. when he's at the top, he sits down it, legs dangling. he thinks of sitting on Bifrost and looking into the abyss of the 9 worlds, and it makes him feel good. or that's the alcohol, hitting his absolute lightweight of a system]
Where is everybody, if this is Hades?
[Magnus follows the ladder up, and up, to the catwalk. when he's at the top, he sits down it, legs dangling. he thinks of sitting on Bifrost and looking into the abyss of the 9 worlds, and it makes him feel good. or that's the alcohol, hitting his absolute lightweight of a system]
Where is everybody, if this is Hades?
Edited 2017-08-30 06:30 (UTC)
[ It's a pretty view. From that high up he can see the dance floor, and the bars, and the balconies. But does look like a lonely place. It's built for so many but they're the only ones there. ]
It's a work in progress.
[ She clicks her fingers and one of the vines that makes up the catwalk unwinds and slinks down to wrap around her arm. It bulls her up, and she does some kind of BS gymnastics P!nk business and badda bing she's up and sitting on a crosswalk some twenty feet away, watching him carefully from across the open air. ]
It's a work in progress.
[ She clicks her fingers and one of the vines that makes up the catwalk unwinds and slinks down to wrap around her arm. It bulls her up, and she does some kind of BS gymnastics P!nk business and badda bing she's up and sitting on a crosswalk some twenty feet away, watching him carefully from across the open air. ]
[the view's incredible, but -- empty. Magnus has spent too much time being empty, staying in empty places, and looks back to the beautiful plants, back to Persephone. she moves like a goddess, thinks Magnus stupidly, because duh, of course she does]
[she might not be expecting;]
-- Do you need help?
[his hands are careful, around a luminescent bloom. it's funny to move slightly back and forth, have it move with him]
I can help make things grow, too. Not as fast as that [the vine trick] unless I wanna pass out for half a day after, but I'm still learning.
[she might not be expecting;]
-- Do you need help?
[his hands are careful, around a luminescent bloom. it's funny to move slightly back and forth, have it move with him]
I can help make things grow, too. Not as fast as that [the vine trick] unless I wanna pass out for half a day after, but I'm still learning.
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