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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[pummelgranite]

Yeah.

Weird question, did I turn you into a cat monster? Or is that jut a thing?

[garotted]

[ oh. right. ]

No, I shapeshift. Godly inheritance.

[pummelgranite]

Oh. Cool.

[garotted]

Yeah, I can't complain. I'm one of the luckier trans people out there.

[pummelgranite]

Uh, no shit. That's one way around gate keeping.

She/her OK for pronouns?

[garotted]

I'm also genderfluid, so I'll let you know. I'm definitely she/her today, though.

[pummelgranite]

Noted.



Is he going to take care of himself?

[garotted]

He's worn out, but he'll be fine.
I think he's worried about you.

[pummelgranite]

He should be worried about himself. I hear demi-gods a tough gig, even for the dead.

[garotted]

If you've known Magnus for more than a week, you'll know that he worries about literally everyone but himself, and he's generally ready to die for you within fifteen minutes of meeting you.

Thankfully, he has me, and I'm the bitch that'll stop him when he's being a fucking moron.

[pummelgranite]

An important job.

Stop him from worrying about me.

[garotted]

Yeah okay, you want me to try picking Jormungandr up while I'm at it?

[pummelgranite]

Do you mean Jaegermeister? I already have some but sure why not.

[garotted]

If I meant Jaegermeister, I would've typed Jaegermeister.

[pummelgranite]

Oh. never heard of it then.

[garotted]

Giant snake. Point is: not happening.

[pummelgranite]

[theres a longer pause before she replies ]

Do you drink, Alex?

[garotted]

Sometimes. Why?

[pummelgranite]

Would you like to get a drink? Goddess rock stars treat, obviously.

[garotted]

Yeah, sure. Where should I meet you?

[pummelgranite]

Up to you. Dive bar or sketchy chthonic semiliminal basement?

[garotted]

Dive bar.
I could stand to exercise some aggressive energy and there's usually at least one asshole that needs to lose a tooth.

[pummelgranite]

I can think of just the place and teeth. Can you get to this place from where you are?

[garotted]

Yep, not a problem.

Text - > Action

[pummelgranite]

Then I'll see you at nine.

[ It's a dive bar, what's there to say? Persephone is waiting for her inside, assuming that she has either the power to get in herself, one way or another. She is the dipshit who still dresses like she's in a 90s music video and orders gin, but divinity's gotta divinity. What can you do? ]