“So I got the people in Corinth all fired up, ready to start the good ol’ lynch mob!” The younger God clapped his hands together in brazen excitement, followed suit by vigorous rubbing of his palms together. “Pretty soon they’ll be fighting against each other. Nothin’ like a bit of chaos between mortals.” His tone one of pride at managing to rile up the villagers on his Uncle’s orders. Yes sir, no toasted behind for him today.
AHHH!!! There’s an Ares! Me & Strife have been waiting for this moment!! Well Strife’s more cowering in the corner hoping not to get zapped but HI HI! =D Welcome to the fandom! ^-^
Yeah, wow I should have put this up sooner, but honestly; I thought my muse would have returned by now. :/ I don’t think it will be long, just got alot going on in RL rn that is killing my Greek muses :/ Thankyou all for your patience with me. Honestly I don’t deserve any of you, but if you could just wait for a little while longer (:
“So we ready to get the Jerkules?”
“Uhh--yes mother?” He had been fixing things in his newly acquired temple when he heard her call, it was worse to keep her waiting than it was his Uncle.
The moment he opened his mouth, Hera was reminded of why she didn’t entertain his presence. Ever. His voice was grating and irritated her instantly. ❝Why don’t you tell me?❞ she drawled, eyeing him coldly.
“Okay, but hey don’t zap the messenger! I’m here on Unc’s orders, that’s all. It’s to do with Hercules..” He hoped by bringing that topic up might make her less inclined to punish him, after all him, Ares and herself all wanted the same thing right? Hercules dead.
“Hiding.”
“Why?” The young God glanced around, there was nothing that he could see in sight at the moment, but none the less he was intrigued.
❝ congratulations. you have even less chances passing now, fucker. ❞ he does not look or sound amused. stance is strong, imposing, while crimson eyes glare at the young god. oh, they will never learn.
There was a slight eyeroll thrown the other’s way, however the nervous aura still surrounded him. Strife might be a fool sometimes, but he knew the consequences of pissing off Cerberus.
“No no wait! I’m sorry, I meant what if I told you I’m down here for a good reason?” His implied tone came out quite sheepish as he moved slightly from side to side.
“No …” The word drew out to two syllables, and was almost a lie. She was annoyed about the horse, but it had escaped unscathed - and she didn’t want him to think that was a way to get to her.
“I’m sore about you deciding to set a gang of men on me for entertainment, when if you’d waited a moment I might have joined in willingly. Besides that, you’re the only thing I’ve ever heard your uncle apologise for.”
“Oh that?!” The annoyed tone only brought a great guffaw from the youth “come on! You’re a guardian! I knew you could handle yourself, it was just a little test!” A little game more like, but Strife never did learn how to differentiate between appropriation and going that small step too far. Eyes widened slightly at her last comment “what? What did I do this time?!” Not quite understanding the concept she was referring to. He was sure his trap set for Hercules had been successful, had he failed again?!
Thor protectively gripped his hammer tightly. Humans, sure they can look at it, touch it, what have you, thor embraced that,a bitofa show off when it comes to it but another God? another celestial being to show off the mjolnir ? it would only make the god wary. switching the hammer to his other hand, ever so casually as azure hues remained glued, ( observant ) on the other.
❛ & why would you be interested ? ❜
“Just curious, it looks interesting!” Strife also knew of that special hammer wielded by the one known as Thor, it possessed special powers or something? So he’d heard tell amongst the other Gods. Not much went astray from the young God’s ears on Olympus, even such he wasn’t supposed to know about. Not that Strife really needed it, but it would definately make someone not taken so seriously; such as himself to look more badass. And so hopeful eyes glimmer again in appeasement towards the older God. “So can I?”
Xena had been looking for Gabrielle for a while now. That girl sure knew how to disobey an order that was meant to be followed unconditionally, like a writbecause it came from Xena. As ever, she had managed to wander off somewhere while Xena had gone for an excursion of few hours on her own.
As ever, Xena had set off on her search, that’s when the mannequin like figure had decided to pop up before her with his condescending remark. Xena stopped in her tracks at his sight and craned her neck some in amusement.
“Strife. Still trying to impress Uncle Ares are we? You can’t help me, but perhaps a reminder of who I am would refresh your memory some?” Xena tapped on her sheathed sword while still sitting on her mount and smirked.
“No no, I don’t need to impress Unc! I’m capable of doing things on my own, if anything he needs me!” While Strife was often at the spear head of most of Ares’ plans, so by that standard a valuable asset to his Uncle. It wasn’t like Ares really needed the young God as much as Strife would hope.
An eyeroll was cast her way at that question “I’m a God! A simple sword isn’t going to kill me Xena, remember?” His tone came out in a mocking manner, pulling an incredulous look for added emphasis. Of course this didn’t stop Jaded hues from wavering over the weapon cautiously, yes it might not kill him, but it would hurt..a lot.
“Wait...aren’t you the guy who’s supposed to be dead?” Fingers absently scratched his head in confusion.
Did she just ? “It’s like you don’t trust me!” A buckle clad hand was placed against his heart in Faux shock, the facade soon fell from his features just seconds later to be replaced with a look of confusion “why are we even here?”
❝ What the hell do you think you’re doing? ❞
“Uh Spring cleaning?” Oh Zeus, she was back sooner than he thought. Why did his uncle always send him to do his dirty work?! “Nice digs!” A gloved right thumb was raised as a sheepish grin donned pale features.
“Stand any closer to me, and I’ll save you the trip.”
“ ....” He didn’t even think twice about stepping back from her, not after the last time. That had hurt and the fear of death loomed over him, such a terrifying notion for an Immortal. And yet, he just couldn’t help himself “with what, your little sword?” He prayed to Ares that she wasn’t still an immortal herself.
“Ohh good, you got it. Consider it a payment to go away.”
Oh. Well that was no fun, where was the chase? How boring. He lowered his hand as his face fell slightly in annoyance but also confusion “You’re not still sore about your little horse are you?”
