Someone's awake.

[radianced]

If it were possible for me to die from boredom, it would have happened already, ant.

It is your duty to entertain me; not the other way around!

(His light flares as he stamps his foot.)

Send me where I will be appreciated.

Comments

[fistlogic]

You should just go where you want, if they are that much of a problem about this.

*Chandra please stop trying to help people. You're really bad at it.*

[radianced]

Is it really that easy? I had no idea! (HEAVY SARCASM.)

[fistlogic]

*Her hair might be smoking a little in annoyance. There are sparks.*

If you're so bored, get up and do something about it. It really is that easy.

[radianced]

(Hey those are kind of pretty.)

Says a fellow prisoner.

[fistlogic]

I've been getting mine to think about doing something I like, little bit reckless, little bit stupid.

I may even get to punch a cop and set a building on fire!

[radianced]

That could get you in trouble. Doesn't that scare you? (Little insect, you're being cute.)

[fistlogic]

...Being me gets me in trouble.

*She's forgotten what not being in trouble feels like.*

[radianced]

You don't seem that different to me. (But his perspective is skewed, so...)

[fistlogic]

I burst into flames when I get really mad. Some people don't seem to appreciate that.

...Or that I kinda destroyed a whole foundry that one time.

[radianced]

Show me! (He wants to see!) The foundry had it coming.

[fistlogic]

Okay!

*Nobody ever asks her to set fire to stuff, she's taking advantage while she can.*

*...But she's still twelve so all she can manage with some concentration is her feet and arms bursting into flame, skin shifting into living fire. Her hair flickers between red hair and flame like a candle in the wind.*

[radianced]

(Aw what a lovely fireball! Apollo hovers nearby and curls the flames around his fingers.)

Are you sure you're human?

[fistlogic]

Yeah, I mean, I am a pyromancer. But I'm human.

Just better at setting things on fire.

*She dials it back, but only because her shirt was starting to singe.*

[radianced]

Pyromancer, hm? (He reclines on his back in midair, looking thoughtful.) You'd be useful in battle. Have you ever considered it?

[fistlogic]

I've fought a couple wild animals before. And some automatons.

It was really fun.

[radianced]

What's an automaton?

[gardenprince]

( He isn't glowering. Honest. Maybe little. )

Humans don't always feel like entertaining.

[radianced]

Why is that my problem, golden prince? I am the god; they are the mortals.

[gardenprince]

Not everything is a toy. Or a flower.

[radianced]

You're right. Some of them are weeds.

[gardenprince]

[ Not exactly his meaning. ]

But you don't like gardening, do you?

[radianced]

It sounds tedious. (Labor? Ha.) They should be perfect.

[gardenprince]

Like yourself?

[ Haughty sarcasm abound. ]

[radianced]

So you've finally opened your eyes! (Yes he is perfect. Totally ignoring the tedious part.)

[gardenprince]

[ This calls for rolling over and closing his eyes. They are both so nature, after all. ]

Sometimes weeds disguise themselves as flowers.

[radianced]

Are you a Gany-weed, dear Prince? (He grins and lifts some of Ganymede's hair.)

[gardenprince]

[ He rolls a little in his side, attempting to drag his long, golden locks from the god's grip. So much for nonchalance. ]

Weeds adore the sun as much as flowers. I can't say the same for myself. [ Not to say he wouldn't miss Apollo's company. ]

[radianced]

That's not how you felt before we met. (His grip tightens and he wends the strands around his finger.) You couldn't get enough of the sun.