okay, yeah, I’m pretty much inactive. Life’s gotten pretty busy, and I don’t really have time to fully upkeep an RP account.
If anyone wants to write things together at any point, feel free to hit me up on my main and I’ll get in touch when I have free time. Or if I know you you can ask for my skype, or something.
gomen, y’all
Poseidon’s expression darkened a bit, but he shrugged all the same, trying to keep in good humor. “Trust me, I wish I had more time to spend with relatives,” he remarked dryly, scratching the back of his neck. “But I don’t really have much of a choice in the matter. Besides, they get along fine without us.”
Trying to divert the topic, he commented on her profession. “A huntress, eh? What do you hunt? Deer ‘n the like?”
She noticed he had become more tense, and took a step back. “So what? Haven’t you ever bothered to check up on them? Be less of a dick?” She noticed how quickly he tried switching the topic and went along with it, “Werewolves, vampires, and sometimes demons, lord. And sometimes what people ask me to hunt. — But that’s on rare occasions.”
Poseidon paused for a moment and continued on the second topic. “Oh, so you’re one of them fancy supernatural hunters, then? With the duffle bags of the bajillion types of knives and whatnot? I never quite understood why you need so many, I mean, come on, there has to be a certain kind of metal that works on all the lil nasties, right?”
He considered her words and shrugged. “Eh. We kind of are, I can’t argue there. You can’t say that we don’t try, though; it’s just our nature, I think. And just so you know,” he added, stifling a snicker. “Artemis isn’t all perfect and sunshine and rainbows, either. Every god and goddess is an asshole in their own special way, me included.”
“Please you neglect your children. How is that in any way trying? — Artemis isn’t perfect, but she’s like me, a huntress. And I do look up to her. Even if she isn’t all rainbows and sunshine.”
Poseidon’s expression darkened a bit, but he shrugged all the same, trying to keep in good humor. “Trust me, I wish I had more time to spend with relatives,” he remarked dryly, scratching the back of his neck. “But I don’t really have much of a choice in the matter. Besides, they get along fine without us.”
Trying to divert the topic, he commented on her profession. “A huntress, eh? What do you hunt? Deer ‘n the like?”
His brows furrow for a moment in concern. “Body switch? Are you okay? Those don’t really tend to end well, but you seem to be in one piece…”
“Yeah I’m okay. Wasn’t really my choice” She shrugged. “Magic anon. But, it turns out more people like this look better anyway”
He gave her a quick glance up and down. “I can see why,” he finally admitted. “But your previous form was just as flattering. I think it’s just a ‘you’ thing that every single one of your forms is gorgeous. Seriously. Unfair, chica, Unfair.”
She turned to pose with a small cheeky laugh. “Well what can I say” Eve beamed and moved her hair out of her face. “Hardly. A ‘me’ thing? Oh please” She shook her head and pushed on his shoulder.
Poseidon smirked at the push. “‘Hardly a you thing’? Now, you’re just being humble,” he teased lightly. “It’s so totally definitely a you thing. Trust me, I’d know.”
Poseidon tilted his head curiously. “Oh? Why not? Once you get over the general dickery and douchiness of most of the lot, they’re really not that bad, so long as you don’t outright attack them or insult them or whatever.” He paused. “Then again, that’s generally a good reason to dislike us, when I think about it.”
“Maybe because you’re all selfish mother fuckers?” She paused, “Sorry. — And in my mind. All gods are cruel and selfish. Except for Artemis. We got along great.”
He considered her words and shrugged. “Eh. We kind of are, I can’t argue there. You can’t say that we don’t try, though; it’s just our nature, I think. And just so you know,” he added, stifling a snicker. “Artemis isn’t all perfect and sunshine and rainbows, either. Every god and goddess is an asshole in their own special way, me included.”
“Only god you haven’t met?” He narrowed his eyes and peered at her a bit closer. “You definitely get around. Not many can make that claim.”
He then quirked an eyebrow at her species. “Honey, I’m the god of the ocean. Emphasis on ocean. I know quite a few of the sirens by name, even if I can’t really cooperate with them ninety percent of the time. I guess you’re just one I haven’t met yet, eh?”
“There’s a first for everything, Poseidon. You’ll come to a time where you haven’t met someone. — That’s a coincidence because I don’t get along with many gods,” She said the last statement sarcastically.
Poseidon tilted his head curiously. “Oh? Why not? Once you get over the general dickery and douchiness of most of the lot, they’re really not that bad, so long as you don’t outright attack them or insult them or whatever.” He paused. “Then again, that’s generally a good reason to dislike us, when I think about it.”
I’ve got family in high places: broseidonoftheseas: eveofhades: broseidonoftheseas: eveofhades:…
broseidonoftheseas liked your photo: I like this.
I see you Poseidon!
‘Course you do, eheh. Doesn’t mean you’re not okay with that, though.~ *He winks.*
She laughed and shook a finger at…
His brows furrow for a moment in concern. “Body switch? Are you okay? Those don’t really tend to end well, but you seem to be in one piece…”
“Yeah I’m okay. Wasn’t really my choice” She shrugged. “Magic anon. But, it turns out more people like this look better anyway”
He gave her a quick glance up and down. “I can see why,” he finally admitted. “But your previous form was just as flattering. I think it’s just a ‘you’ thing that every single one of your forms is gorgeous. Seriously. Unfair, chica, Unfair.”
Poseidon, who had been idly pursuing a book (incidentally, it was on marine biology and he was going through it with a red pen), glanced up at the woman. “Oh. Hello,” he grinned and snapped the book shut. “You seem to know who I am already. Forgive me, but…I’m at the disadvantage here, I’m afraid. I don’t really recall who you are. It’s a pleasure nonetheless, I’m sure,” he added hastily, getting to his feet and sticking out a hand to her. “You’ll have to excuse me for that. I certainly hope it doesn’t taint my reputation at all.” Poseidon flashed another grin at the brunette.
“You don’t know who I am, I know who you are. You’re like the only God I haven’t come face to face with. — I’m a siren, so that’s why me and the other Gods don’t get along great, and maybe that’s why you haven’t heard of me.”
“Only god you haven’t met?” He narrowed his eyes and peered at her a bit closer. “You definitely get around. Not many can make that claim.”
He then quirked an eyebrow at her species. “Honey, I’m the god of the ocean. Emphasis on ocean. I know quite a few of the sirens by name, even if I can’t really cooperate with them ninety percent of the time. I guess you’re just one I haven’t met yet, eh?”