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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[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.

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[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? ]

[garotted]

[ alex does indeed show up!! she's looking a couple of years older than she actually is, in her trademark pink and green and a light leather jacket, her hair a cute green pixie cut. she lifts her chin when she spots persephone, breezing her way through the crowd as if she does this all the time. (she doesn't, of course, but she's always confident about, like, everything.) ]

Hey. [ up close, her eyes are mismatched-- one a dark brown, the other gold. she's also in possession of a weirdly unearthly beauty, which she probably gets from her mom just like the shapeshifting. ] So are we here to gossip about Magnus?

[pummelgranite]

Something like that. Can I trust you to be discreet, Alex?


[ The answer suddenly clear: we are here to get our stories straight around Magnus. ]

[garotted]

[ her brows arch as she seats herself. ]

As long as it's not a secret I shouldn't be keeping. Like murder or something, I don't know.

[ she's not stupid, though. there's a reason for persephone's insistence on magnus not worrying about her. ] So what's the deal?