Persephone, the Destroyer (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
pummelgranite) wrote2019-09-03 02:08 am
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[MoM][IC Contact]
"Persephone. Speak."
[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.
This is Doctor Chilton. Haven't heard about any neon-stained tragedies involving the youth -- as a generalized monolith -- so I figure you might be comatose and I ought to check in.
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?))
Do you just do this? Is this your thing? Antagonize dangerous people and then call them up to gossip?
[Video only means she can witness his smirk.]
Looks like you called me back. So I guess my thing works.
Looks like you called me back. So I guess my thing works.
So you are getting enough sleep, are you?
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. ]
Eating? At all? Drinking water? I wouldn't want you actually comatose, after all.
You have enough anger in you to cause an aneurysm, I'm thinking only best case scenario.
Assuming you do not export in that time period. Given the mathematics of your situation, wouldn't that shorten your expectancy?
So aloof. Nonchalant.
Creating distance between yourself and others won't prevent you from dwelling on the past.
Creating distance between yourself and others won't prevent you from dwelling on the past.
[ Wow. ]
Or maybe it's just distance from you.
Or maybe it's just distance from you.
Not really working, is it? Might be time for a new tactic.
[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]
[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.
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)
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