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[paeans]

You want to what?

I mean, I can obviously understand the urge to have me around all the time, but shoving me into my mortal vessel and keeping me there really isn't the answer. Go to Greece! Or, you know, the museum. Burn a goat on my behalf using nothing but a magnifying glass and the power of the sun. We'll talk. Would I lie to you? I'm certainly not supposed to.

Besides. Dylan probably wouldn't survive that kind of exposure to my presence for that long. Which doesn't have much of an effect on me while I'm in him, but if I happen to ever leave again? It's a little impossible to get permission to enter someone's body again when they're a vegetable.

[A beat] No, I don't care how many Oracles you throw at me. I'm not doing this. And if you keep pushing the matter, I'm going to have to unleash the power of some fourteen year old goth kid's poetry on you. I don't like having to take things that far, but you know I'll do it if you leave me no choice.

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[hotstuff]

[ hades is just going to sit here, taking it in with a chilled martini and a bemused but annoyed expression ]

Kid, you're gonna need to have this all straightened out if you want the birthday card from good ole Uncle Hades. No permanent body, no gift card- you read?

[ gd pantheon families ]

[bleakforecast]

Stop whining. It just makes you more unattractive than you already are.

[paeans]

Uncle. [He...thinks? Better safe than sorry when it comes to Hades, tbh.] You're looking a little...blue. [Or not]

[hotstuff]

Really? Didn't notice. But hey, haven't exactly been a big fan of mirrors since the Medusa snafu so what can you do.

[ a slurp from his glass. the garnish appears to be trying to escape from the top of it ]

So this. Teenager thing. You lose a bet? Make Auntie Athena mad? C'mon, what's the deal?

[paeans]

[There's a brief pause. Different voice, different face, but Apollo remembers all the mortals who have broken his heart at one point or another. Impressive, really, considering how long the list is] Cassandra. It's been a while. [A few millennia, for him]

[paeans]

Is this a...conscious decision? [He's so unsure about your life choices right now] Or are you trying to sneak into Poseidon's palace again? There are easier ways to go about it, I assure you.

[An elegant shrug. Look at how dapper this guy is] We don't all make our living off the dead. The glory of my true form is not fit for mortal eyes, etcetera etcetera. This makes it easier for me to go about unnoticed. [Well. He is very good-looking] Mostly unnoticed.

[truesight]

Oracles?

Should I be jealous? I feel like I should be at least a little bit jealous.

[hotstuff]

Living off the dead. Heh. That's rich.

[ Hades hates dapper ]

Guess that makes you grounded, eh chump?

[ not exactly sure what he can do with this, but Zeusy's little eye in the sky being off chasing tail in the mortal body can only lead to good things ]

[iridescentone]

Apollo, dear, who wouldn't love to have you around all the time? Let the mortal have fun for now. The more fight you put up, the more obstinate they are.

[chasedlaurels]

And then Karma kicked Apollo's ass.

[goldendiscordia]

[Smiiiiiiiiiiirk.]

It's a good look for you, Apollo.

[paeans]

[Rachel gets a brief pause as well, because this definitely isn't an Oracle that he picked out. But still - Oracle, it's a weakness of his, sue him. He smiles at her, the expression warm] Shouldn't I be the jealous one? After all, some other Apollo has managed to have a girl like yourself named as his Oracle.

he clearly doesn't have enough ladies in this post yet

[amageing]

[ mortal vessel. ah, those reassuring words :| ]

Are you of the Fade?

[paeans]

[Iris gets a smile as bright as the sun. This goddess, he likes.] If there's one thing I've learnt over the ages, it's that no one gets what they want all the time. Something that someone else could stand to learn as well.

[paeans]

[...This is really not Apollo's day when it comes to past lovers] Daphne. You're looking...mobile.

[paeans]

[A beat] To be fair, most things are a good look for me.

[chasedlaurels]

Well, since the Greek empire bit the dust, the powers of the ol' no longer have much effect.

his milkshake brings all the girls to the temple

[paeans]

Olympus, actually. You might be looking for Hades, although I've never heard the Underworld referred to bu that particular name.

[iridescentone]

[Oh, she enjoys that smile. He gets one right back.]

And you intend to teach her a lesson, darling?

[paeans]

I'm a wordsmith. [His tone is dry, but he also...totally means that.

There's a faint frown here, though. He doesn't like that idea, and his tone is short when he replies] For the time being.

[goldendiscordia]

Oh? Is that what they tell you?

[paeans]

I wouldn't say no effect. [Protesting what she's saying when the evidence is right there is probably not the best way to handle this, but - well. He'd sort of compartmentalised what happened with Daphne, and a big part of that had been accepting that she'd rather be a tree than be with him.

She is, quite obviously, no longer a tree. He's not too sure how to deal with that one.] Considering that we have shaped the modern world, you know.

[chasedlaurels]

So where's your powers, pretty boy?

[ She stands akimbo, smirking. ] Better hope they're at least a fraction of what they used to be. You know...if people even worship you anymore.

and they're like, you're such a good bard~

[amageing]

I've never heard of such a place. [ she frowns ] Or anything called the Underworld. Is Dylan a mage?

[hotstuff]

Guess that means a high chance of showers. Tell me, big boy, just who is operating the reigns while you're off on vaykay?