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Just, send in something positive for the Mun! the RP scene needs more positivity doesn’t it?

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While I'm all in on the fandom making this man the sweetest bean ever to exist (and generally that's the truth), I feel like it needs to be recognized that he is - in fact - a soldier who fought in the Trojan war and will fuck shit up if he must.

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Mortals are so fragile. It's a fact Hermes has always known, he can't begin to count the number of them that have been killed by even the most well-meaning of the Gods. Fragile birds grasped by clumsy powerful hands, the last sight while they cast their gaze skyward is a smile (for is it not wonderful to have the trust of such a delicate creature?) - before their breath is stolen by the grip, no time for even a dying chirp. The little bird will never know that the Gods might weep, that the smile was not one of cruelty but of momentary joy before the horror stole it away. The Olympian's don't speak of these losses even among other each other, for Mortals are meant to be playthings, nothing more. Pawns in a grand game against one another, some more serious than others. What fool mourns a chess piece? They are temporary, their lives so short, so why care so deeply about the life of a single one? He tried to hold onto that notion when he lost his lover, and were anyone to regard him then they'd not have seen the red of his eyes hidden by his helmet, the shake of his hands every time he saw a Crocus bloom. It gets easier with time. Mostly. Pain tampered down, not forgotten, NEVER forgotten. A hard lesson learned. Never grow too attached or, in failing that, certainly never let the know who you are beneath the facade. Maintain a mask, for it just might soften the blow when the inevitable comes to pass.

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Whats up with the gods and having flower boyfriends?

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There's a tightness in his chest at the notion of being able to see EVERYTHING, the offer laid out before him as though it's meant to be some kind of gift but to him it sounds anything but. His hands go up as if warding the God off, expression a little tight. ❝No- no no, I'm good not knowing what all that is like.. You might not get overwhelmed by it but think that might just break my brain.❞ Of course, he's not sure if that's what will happen but he hopes that's enough to ensure the very idea of giving him such an ability isn't on the table. -- ❝Don't mind knowing more about it though, guessing there's gotta be limits with it, right? Places you can't see..? Wouldn't have had half as much trouble with Harrow if you could see everything there is.❞ Though he'd not admit it outright, part of him hopes that there's something Harrow had done to hide himself away, something that might be one day replicated even if only for a day or two of peace. Of not feeling watched.

He's not really sure how he expected Marc to react-- Khonshu didn't often get into personal details like that, if they could be considered personal. Most things about the gods were on a need-to-know basis, and Marc rarely needed to know anything. 'Go here and kill this guy because I said so' didn't usually require many follow-up questions, at least not from Marc. The more chatty alters sure, but not Marc.

It is easy to feel like he's said too much, though it's hard to tell if Marc thinks so from his comment. The god scoffs at it. That's hardly the most exhausting part of his great work, but saying that would just beg more questions. "You underestimate the gods. All born with great sight, as natural as your own." ... He assumes. He's never asked them. "Care to try? It is a power I can grant."

He knows what the answer will be, so the offer is more of a threat.

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-- ❝While I appreciate that stirring up trouble is your domain, there is a line that you've been crossing with your activities on the mortal plane. Causing far more issues than necessary up on Olympus..❞ There's exhaustion in her tone, frustration perhaps, she shouldn't have to be down here playing mediator to avoid spats between the Olympians.

-- ❝..Care to explain, darling? I've got a LOT going on, you know.❞ Hermes chuckles, arms folding across his chest and a brow raised beneath his helmet.

-- ❝The songs, Hermes. Apollo isn't best pleased you've been making a show of yourself. You aren't the God of Music..❞ It was easy to forgive once, twice even, but it had become a consistent thing for some time now - Hermes dabbling in such arts and earning affection from the Mortals.

-- ❝Oh my ME- he could always come down and take the spotlight himself if he's so very bothered.❞ He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

-- ❝You know it's-❞

-- ❝- not that simple?❞ Hermes interrupts, a wide grin on his face as he leans in a little closer. ❝Darling, yes it IS. I just show up, make a little music with some flavor and the mortals eat it up like they're starved for it. Hardly my fault you've all decided to hide yourselves away but I can't stand the stagnation... You could always join me in-❞

Her turn to interrupt, her face screwing up at the very notion of making such a show of herself. ❝Absolutely not.❞

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tiresias no

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There's a barely noticeable tension that gathers in his shoulders at the mention of HIM being the problem, his gut twisting at the notion that she might try to push to separate him from his little girl. It would never happen, of course, he'd fight tooth and nail to get her out of there if he HAD TO but.. she was happy. And as selfish as he may be, he'd struggle to reconcile with taking that away from her when it's possibly the first time she's found herself with a HOME. Watching intently to the offered footage, his hands on his hips, he draws back with his hands on his hips. ❝I'm pleading the fifth. Don't know that guy, never seen him in my life.❞ No? Not working? Damn. He sighs and straightens, scowl settling under his mask -- ❝Newsflash, stripper edition Barbie, people already know who I am and what I do. They ain't about to believe for a second that I've changed just because I sometimes spend some downtime with you boring boy-scout, badge wearing, code-of-honor losers.❞ Ones unfortunately best equipped to handle Ellie, otherwise he wouldn't be there in the first place. There's a pause, his arms folding across his chest. Petulant. Frustrated. -- ❝Plus it isn't really the style of you guys to go throwing people out, and if I go, Ellie goes with me. You're not gonna go break a little girl's heart now, are you? I know you've got a cold frosty heart beneath those (probably fake) boobs of yours.❞ There's a cough that covers part of that, looking innocent as if he had not said it at all. ❝And I can't imagine Cyke is gonna give the go-ahead on something as big as that, taking a kid from the only home she knows or from her DAD-.. I think you're all talk.❞

Emma had been making some changes to the manor, as she now held the position of co Headmaster, something she wasn't entirely sure she wanted but she missed her time teaching and mentoring young mutants. Ultimately agreeing but with Charles playing a more subdue role in order to waste time with humans Emma was single handily now running the school and X Men.

" Darling there's no need for tantrums, I'm aware of your daughters gifts and she's doing very well under the new tutorship I introduced. No, this is entirely about you Wade "

Pulling out her phone she pulls some cctv footage of the Merc, least it's assumed to be him by height and suit but that mask is stapled on. The footage was showing some typical weapon theft which Emma couldn't care less about but since the Merc was now associated with the X Men and by extension her things needed to change.

" I don't doubt you needed those toys but under my roof sweetie we can't have this on camera "

Between the lines she was drawing a line in the sand, they had their differences but Emma always put mutants first and since Ellie was in some way under her care she had to at least try with Wade, that said she still couldn't risk the reputation of mutant kind.

" If I had wanted to threaten you, I could do it at my desk instead of this dump. This is a friendly warning, for your privacy but If you want to keep that room and have ties to the school I now run then I need you to use your brain a little more, not a big ask is it? "

Feeling like her point was made she stood, dusting herself down and making her way back to the car awaiting her outside.

" I'll see you at the manor I assume "

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Taking her hand as it's offered, he gives it a firm shake, a warm smile on his face as he does so. He's never been great with formalities or- well, talking to people, really. Not that he's unsociable, he certainly TRIES but often he finds himself stumbling over his words or perhaps unloading unwanted information onto an unsuspecting poor soul. The latter at least seems less likely here. -- ❝Oh! So you really know your stuff then, that's WONDERFUL, you must have some stories to tell. I've never really.. been on a dig or anything quite as exciting as that.❞ Not officially at least, he's not sure that going into tombs as Moon Knight can really be called a 'dig'. It definitely required very little of the dedicated care and gentility that came with unearthing history, for the most part. -- ❝But! I did used to work in a museum,❞ No duh, he's currently running his own, he realizes just after saying it. ❝A different one, I mean. Fancier, more.. important artifacts and such, I suppose. But- uh.. it wasn't really my speed. Got stuck at the tills and let me tell you, very few people want fun facts with their novelty purchases.❞ There's a wry chuckle and a shrug of his shoulders before he motions around him, smile more sincere. ❝So I figured I'd try out something of my own. Bit of a pet project but you've gotta start somewhere, right?❞

There's not much that travels through so many centuries without getting worn down along the way. The pieces these fragments belonged to are likely gone, scattered over time - but here these are, survivors of that journey. It's the equivalent of hanging on by your fingernails.

And someone wanted to take all that tenacity, all that time, and throw it into a smelter for a fast buck. As much as she's amused by his reaction to her joke, she quietly hopes that whoever those people were they haven't gotten their hands on anything else. Maybe she wouldn't have slapped them right there in public, but a telling-off ... oh, that was on her Wishlist now, even if she didn't know who they were!

"Hi, Steven - same to you!" Thera holds out a hand, both in greeting and a hint of camaraderie over shared interests - shared passions. He means that word, if his eagerness about the jewelry pieces is any hint, But then he goes asking ... well, the questions are perfectly natural but also a tiny bit specific, something not many would think to ask.

It's also ... a weensy bit complicated, not for the truth but how much she's going to say. "I've studied, yes ... been on some digs, worked in a few museums." A gross underestimate, but she doesn't want to sound like she's bragging or tooting her own horn. "How about you? You obviously know your stuff!"

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Had a future tattoo idea, idk if the caduceus staff makes it too busy but I definitely want a magpie tattoo one day and the Apollo crown just looks so dang cool-

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Though he would have quite contently have taken a good head or belly scratch, Jeff certainly wasn't about to turn his nose up at another snack and he salivated slightly at the idea of another fish. ALL FOR HIM! Oh, he just might have found a new favorite person, he'll just have to see how good his scritches are once all the food runs dry. -- ❝Faa!❞ It's an approximate 'thank you' in Jeff speak before he finally reaches forward, happily snapping up the fish and practically swallowing it whole. His tail is still wagging hard behind him, sweeping against the floor happily, his tongue lolling from his mouth as little paws find themselves planted against his leg. His head bops against his hand like a cat might nuzzle, once- twice, and then he sits looking up at him with an expectant gaze.

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Oh, the little creature before him had to be one of the most adorable and most fascinating things Steven may have ever laid his eyes on. And he'd seen jackals!! Ancient gods among men, yet this? A little. . . little land shark of some kind? Definitely a highlight! It's little tail wag, the way it spun in circles before plopping right there by his feet, nudged at him. How on earth was he supposed to deny the little guy anything? "Well you sure chomped that down! Look at you. . . I don't think I've ever seen anything like you, little fella. Ah -- maybe you want another treat. . ?" Steven wasn't positive, but he was rummaging through the fresh grocery bag he'd just gone out and bought, and was more than happy to supply another fish, holding it out carefully. "You really are quite the -- the interesting little thing, wow, honestly. . !"