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."
[ 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)
Sorry, I guess I didn't get it. It sounds like shit.
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?
So for no reason. Got it.
Have you checked the FanPort gossip blogs?
Have you checked the FanPort gossip blogs?
[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.
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