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[pummelgranite]

"Persephone. Speak."

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[pummelgranite]

How could I forget?
The horse was people.

[art_of_war]

That is correct. It also had repercussions.

Which Woden has exacerbated.

[pummelgranite]

He does love exacerbating repercussions.

[art_of_war]

As it was initially something of an isolated incident, I might have ignored it, but as I said. Repercussions.

I have many questions, but I would rather not ask them here. Where can you answer them?

[pummelgranite]

Lucky you, I'm accepting audiences.

Your brain's organic, yeah? Anytime between 11:37 and oh, let's say one AM. Enter the Maurtia Falls Underground station right by the porter. Hop the tracks for the northbound green line, and follow the tracks southwards. About half a mile in, there will be a white door that says "STAFF ONLY." Walk through, close it behind you, then walk back through it the other way.

All on foot. No more than three of you.

[art_of_war]

[ ...wat. ]


You realize that sounds ridiculous, yes?

[pummelgranite]

I'm Persephone. Look me up. You want your audience, you come to the Underground.

[Lord knows she wont do any kind of useful exposition over TEXT. Hell, she probably won't at all. Welcome to dealing with gods, Thrwan. ]

See you tonight.