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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[pummelgranite]

Something tells me you're already spoken for.

[fehus]

I'm an atheist, actually.

[he's not joking.]

[pummelgranite]

[ 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?

[fehus]

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]

[pummelgranite]

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. ]

[fehus]

[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?

[pummelgranite]

[ 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. ]

[fehus]

[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.