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Oscar was not the kind of person who moved without a plan. He was a poor strategist in any situation that didn’t directly benefit himself, of course, but he usually went into most discussions with a few ways it could shake down. He was self-centered and egotistical, not stupid, and even he was aware that being on Elysian territory just because he could was a dangerous gamble. So when Phoebe so plainly said what she did, he couldn’t help but sigh, stopping his movement around the room as he inspected every object he could find.

“Of course I haven’t,” Oscar scoffed. “Why change perfection? Now, can we get past all that unsavory business that happened so terribly long ago and listen to my brilliant idea? We all got out fine and there wasn’t any lasting harm to yours truly or yourself so, really, it’s not that bad.”

Phoebe knew exactly what he was like. This was her territory, but the mere fact he was here meant he had some kind of plan. The one thing they shared was self-preservation, even if they had completely different ways of going about it. He wasn’t stupid enough to just waltz over here and start talking. So her eyes never left him, watching and waiting. After the last time, she didn’t have an ounce of trust for the man.

Her only response to his comments about perfection and forgetting the past was a roll of her eyes. Clearly they had different definitions of harm. “What idea?”

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*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

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It wasn’t necessarily unexpected to have caught attention. Especially by someone from before, who recognized how the past and present tied so closely together. Phoebe found their eyes, pierced her gaze through them, and for a singular moment, time froze.

They think of Jason. They think of Rafael.

The moment broke as they tilted their head, swiped a tongue over their bottom lip. A challenge for a challenge, though they are the one at a disadvantage. But they take a step back, gaze remaining on Phoebe, as the crowd surrounds them. 

They have their own mission to accomplish. They’ll see how far they can get, not a minute more, not a minute less.

Phoebe’s eyes stayed locked on Tristin. If it were not so soon after the ball, she might’ve simply told security to be sure they got nowhere near the back room. To keep them strictly in the public spaces of the club and keep an eye on them herself. But tonight she wasn’t willing to let any Olympian linger for too long. Especially when the way they froze when the pair’s eyes met. As if pulling up the past. 

The moment broke with a silent challenge being returned. As Tristin stepped back into the crowd, Phoebe resisted the urge to sigh and stepped after them. Whatever reason had brought him here tonight, however innocent or not, it ended now. 

“Tristin.” Her voice carried despite being quiet, her eyes not leaving the other’s. “What do you want?”

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Phoebe always had a good memory. And she had learnt early in life that certain transgressions ought not to be forgiven. Or at least not forgotten. Especially when the person showed no remorse. The past was only past when things were different. Thinking otherwise was only a recipe for being hurt again. Phoebe had very few exceptions to that rule, and the man before her was not one. So as Oscar moved about the room, Phoebe folded her arms, eyes never leaving him.

“You haven’t changed one bit. Have you?”

location: elysian territory that the liar should not be on but is anyways

time: 9:31 AM and he didn’t arrive with coffee

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It’s odd what people remember. Some people seemed set to remember phone numbers from friends in their childhood. Others seemed set to never forget names or faces, a skill that was clearly on-par with witchcraft. But some people, some just couldn’t seem to move beyond the past, allowing it to taint and bleed into their future. Finch, no, Oscar, was not one of those people. It seemed Phoebe, however, was. 

Oscar should never have set foot into this territory, but the rules rarely applied to him, at least not when he could still turn them into something far more interesting and beneficial. As such, he moved around the room like he owned it, touching whatever caught his eye before setting it down in short order. “Come on Phoebe,” he cajoled, “someone as intelligent as you cannot still be upset about that! The past is the past and it’s time to let it go!”

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He’d been lingering around Asphodel for weeks before the ball, always heading in the opposite direction of Samael and Phoebe after catching glimpses of them here and there. After all, Jason had always had a knack for running away when people needed him most. Though Phoebe had once been the exception to the rule, there had been so much unsaid left between them that he wasn’t sure how to begin again. How do you tell someone you love the most that you were sorry for avoiding them for the past two years?

After the events of the ball, however, he had to make sure that she was alright and that security was tight enough that Phoebe wasn’t in imminent danger in case the police or anyone wanted to retaliate against Elysian. So, he lingered longer than usual, eyeing the exits and the guards carefully as he weaved around bodies in various states of intoxication. The moment she caught his eye, Jason made sure to look away before making a beeline straight for and out the door.

He’d just made it a few steps out before he froze, hearing his name despite his body’s protests to continue running. It would be so easy to just continue walking away, but he grit his teeth together before spinning around on his heels to face her.

“Phoebe,” he called back to her, feigning complete surprise. “Hi. You know managers typically manage from inside the club, right?”

It was a terrible joke, but what else could he do?

Two years. Two years but it had felt like an eternity. In the beginning, Phoebe had been terrified that she would get a phone call sooner or later, asking her to come to the hospital morgue. She’d failed to help Jason--but what could she do when he had so stubbornly refused her help? He’d pushed her away so firmly, and she’d been dealing with her own grief. By the time the dust began to settle after the split... Well, Phoebe was waiting for him to break the silence. To reach out after she’d left. And he never did. She never felt like there was a right time for her to do it either.

But she missed him. His absence was like a wound that wouldn’t heal properly. She did keep tabs on him, just... distantly. Making sure he was alive. And he was. 

His complete surprise didn’t fool her. And his joke didn’t amuse her. “I’m... on my break.” A thousand questions rose to the surface, and a thousand died on her tongue. She was practically speechless--not an uncommon thing for Phoebe. Except, she’d very rarely had this happen with Jason. Talking to him... used to feel easier than anyone else. 

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Most of Phoebe’s work for each night at Asphodel started hours before the club opened. If she did the prep work right, then most nights ran as smooth as clockwork with very little help from her. She kept a routine, checking off lists even when she was almost certain she could remember it all anyway. It just made her feel more calm, better prepared. She prepared for a number of things to go slightly wrong, even if they so rarely did.

What she did not prepare for was a large and excited dog barrelling into the club. The dog slowed from its run to a sort of trot, before beginning to sniff around. Phoebe liked dogs, but she was not expecting to see one here. “What the--” As she spoke, the dog came up to her, sniffing at her hand. Phoebe grabbed its collar, looking around. 

“Could someone grab a rope or something?” They had to tie the dog up, make sure it didn’t get into something delicate. Figure out what to do with it. Just as someone ran to get a rope, Phoebe spotted a young woman who belonged in the club right now as much as the dog. Phoebe cleared her throat. “Can I help you?”

time: october 4th, 2:40 pm  location: asphodel  status: closed for @lvnarphoebe​

When did she get the idea that she knew how to care for a dog? Did losing her dog already prove that this was more of a selfish investment? Her guilt burned her throat the same way the autumn air did while she ran. Wind whipping strands of hair in her eyes while Vex kept a steady chase after, Noctis, her large and very rowdy dog. She wasn’t prepared for the strong pull he had; she swore he would bark and chase after nothing but passing spirits sometimes. Their chase lasted all of two minutes before Noct bounded around a corner and into the back of a delivery door.

Vex came to a quick halt - ‘Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted’ sign glaring at her. A delivery truck parked closeby, door wide open and nobody in sight. Vex nervously chewed her lip, it wasn’t as though she was trying to steal, she was just looking for her dog and how could anyone be upset at that? She breathed in deeply and crossed the boundary. 

Taking a few minutes to silently look around, there was no sign of Noctis before an echoed bark caught her attention. It drew her out from the back and into what she assumed was the main area - a club it looked like? It was fascinating, expertly designed and decorated. Vex was compelled to the middle of the room, wide-eyed and in awe of a place she never knew existed.

She mumbled to herself, “I should really leave.” almost as though her own guides spoke through her.

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date: late september location: Asphodel Club status: closed for @sunsctting​

A lot of work went into managing Asphodel Club. But Phoebe had never been afraid of hard work, and went about her job with a routine efficiency. Most things were delegated to those who’d be working in those areas, but it was her responsibility to ensure that it was all done and done right before the doors would open. As always, it was a slow start to the night. People began trickling in as soon as the doors opened, and Phoebe kept moving.

The night was beginning to pick up speed, which was around the time that Phoebe was also the least busy. The lull between making sure everything was starting okay, prepared for the night ahead, and when she needed to problem solve anything that went wrong. She let her second-in-command know she was stepping out and grabbed her coat. But just as she planned to step out the back, where it was quiet, she saw him. Jason.

Their eyes met for a millisecond before the crowd was blocking him from view, but Phoebe felt her heart catch in her throat. A wave of emotions, too much to handle, came over her. It would’ve been smarter to just walk away and let Jason come to her when he was ready. But something about him had always made it hard to do the smart thing. She cared too much, even now.

Another chance spotting of him as he headed out the door made her decision. Her feet carried her before she could really think. Ducking past the bouncer, she spilled onto the street outside, pushing past the people trying to come in.

“Jason!” she called after him.

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Managing Asphodel gave Phoebe a semblance of ownership over the space. And responsibility to care for its well-being and reputation. Especially in the public area of the bar, away from where only gang members could go. She worked hard, wanting to give this place what Hades had given her.

So when she spotted them, Phoebe stopped still. It was busy, crowded tonight. Perhaps that was why they had thought they could slip in unnoticed, without being spotted. Phoebe could call security, have them thrown out. But she’d rather avoid a scene, especially after the ball. So she put down her pen and made her way through the crowd until her eyes met Tristin’s. A silent question, almost a challenge.

date: september 25th location: asphodel open

They slip through the crowd as if it’s a second life.

Perhaps it is; perhaps, in a different twist of fate, a different pull of the strings, this action wouldn’t quite feel treacherous. They would perhaps feel at home, lose themselves in the energy of the crowd and the music thrumming in their veins. 

But this life doesn’t belong to them any longer. This isn’t a place for someone marked as an Olympian.

It’s a foolish action, yes, but it’s one they’ve done before; the occasions were few, months and months stretching between each, yet they still happened all the same. Though each had been brief, a quick dip into the club when watchful eyes were distracted, scanning the area for any changes or physical updates to systems they remember from years prior. And then a faster escape, footsteps light and gaze downcast as they rush back to Olympus territory.

Tonight, though —- tonight they will be here longer, if fate allows it.

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ARTEMIS

✘. Name: Phoebe Redmond ✘. Age: 26 ✘. Gender/Pronouns: Nonbinary, she/they ✘. Affiliation: Elysian ✘. Occupation: Asphodel Manager ✘. Faceclaim Suggestions: Jessica Henwick Tati Gabrielle, Nathalie Emmanuel, Seychelle Gabriel, Melisa Ann Pamuk, Bianca Santos

THE STORY

It is no secret that there are terrible things that lurk in the darkness, but you have always found your way out of it and into the light. You had an innocence, corrupted early with false promises and a pretense of home, but you still persevered. Where your quiet and observant nature once signalled weakness, you found a way to use your traits along with your loyalty as advantages. In the midst of your tests of loyalty after Ares’ death and the subsequent collapse, you found Apollo waning and as much as you wanted to help, you cannot save someone who does not want to be saved. Though your guilt weighs heavy, you now have a home to protect. After all, when one falls, the other must rise. 

BIOGRAPHY ( DRUGS, DEATH, ABUSE TW )

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