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◆ Who: Zagreus and You
◆ Where: A city park fountain, near sunset
◆ Summary: Zagreus has never been on the surface for this long, and is having trouble getting used to it.
◆ Warnings: None.

The sensible thing to have done when first arriving and being appointed a greeter was to listen to that greeter's advice and take it easy, settle down in the little place that was to serve as his temporary(?) new home, rest up. But Zagreus never was one to be sensible, let alone rest. He'd never been on the surface for this long - never been allowed on the surface this long. It was as if, in this place, even the Fates couldn't touch him.

And so he'd taken to running across the entire city, full of boundless energy as if Hermes himself had blessed his step. It wasn't for hours that he was finally forced to slow down, the setting sun glittering as it bounced off the crystal structures that stood tall in view no matter where he wandered. Zagreus shielded his eyes from the harsh light he still wasn't used to, as he panted for breath, looking around where he'd ended up.

It was a garden... or, so Zagreus interpreted it. There was greenery abound, with cobblestone paths cutting through the grass and trees and shrubs. A fountain stood at its center! Exactly what he needed. Without even a second thought, Zagreus sprinted to the fountain's edge and leaned over the edge, slurping at the water.

It was a mistake.

He spit the water out as he wiped his mouth. "Eugh! What's in this water?" Zagreus squinted at the fountain as though he'd just taken a big sip from the Styx itself, mouth tinged with a metal taste. Beneath the shimmering water lay coins... countless of them, of all manners of size and shape and material, looking nothing like the drachmae Charon traded with. The water itself didn't look all too pure, either, and while it was far from the worst thing he'd ever put in his mouth, he wasn't pleased.

"Who in their right mind would tarnish a fountain with coin and dirt?"

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[hotfooted]

If exclamation points could suddenly spawn from Zagreus's head, they would, as he gave a look of sudden surprise.

"Wait, you're the Crown Prince? You're a god??"

But after that long moment of confusion, Zagreus couldn't help but laugh, though it sounded a tad bitter.

"Come on, mate, don't mess with me! Have you made all this up just to play a joke on me? Let me guess, this isn't really a shrine or temple, and that drawing is just a poorly done self portrait, and you somehow heard about who I am and decided it'd be a funny little prank to make fun of the 'minor god' with no followers?"

[scrappeddivinity]

"Ah? Oh, no, I'm not making fun of you, I promise!"

Xie Lian waxed his hands frantically. This was only supposed to cause grief for himself!

"I really am the Xianle Crown Prince. And as for followers... Well, I haven't really had any of those either, since Xianle fell. I didn't say so earlier because, well... It's a bit shameful, isn't it? Painting me own portrait and setting up a shrine to myself."

[hotfooted]

Zagreus's laughter had died away to a smoldering glare, though seeing Xie Lian's reactions and the sincerity in his voice, that too had cooled to a simple frown. He seemed to be telling the truth... though the odds of running into another Prince - a Prince god with no following, at that - seemed astronomically low.

Were the Fates still messing with him, even from so far away?

"...I never really considered the idea, gods obtaining their power from prayer. If you really are a god, especially a Prince who used to have a whole kingdom that worshiped you, of course you'd want someone to believe in you. Especially if you really are a protector.

"I didn't mean to... project my own insecurities onto you. I'm sorry, truly."

[scrappeddivinity]

"Don't worry about me. That's nowhere even close to the worst I've heard said about me, haha.

"Anyway, I suppose I ow you a proper introduction, don't I. I Xie Lian, Crown Prince of Xianle. It 's nice to meet you, Zagreus."

He raised his hands in a proper salute, a tranquil smile on his face.

[hotfooted]

Zagreus let out a small sigh, returning the smile.

"Well, one proper introduction deserves another." And he sat up straight, his red eye shining and green eye glinting.

"I'm Prince Zagreus, son of Lord Hades, King of the Underworld. As my cousin Artemis has so kindly put it once, I'm only a minor god, with no dominion and no worshipers." It was empty jabs after he'd offended her once by not taking her boon, but her words still really stung. "Mortals have never heard of me before. No living ones, anyway. I suppose I've become famous among the dead."

[scrappeddivinity]

"Wow, we really do seem to have some things in common."

Being more known among the dead than among the living, for one.

"Some modern-day mortals have heard of me at least, but... Well, my reputation isn't so great."

[hotfooted]

"You said you were born mortal, though," Zagreus said while leaning back forward, a look of awe returning to his face. "That's still amazing to me... I'm only a quarter mortal, on my mother's side."

His eyes lit up further as he remembered more of their conversation, realizing in retrospect it all pertained to the person sitting before him.

"You also said you were a martial god? I'm a fighter myself. What sort of techniques do you know? What weapons do you use?"

[scrappeddivinity]

"Yes, I was born mortal, to a mortal family."

What would it be like to have a heavenly official for a parent, Xie Lian wondered. It must be quite a lot of expectation to live up to.

"I've studied both hand-to-hand techniques and sword techniques. I really do like swords best, but I'm afraid I don't have one with me now." He'd had such a nice collection, once...

"What about you?"

[hotfooted]

No kidding, Xie Lian. Being Prince of the Underworld certainly wasn't all it was chalked up to be.

"Ah, my instructor taught me hand-to-hand and sword fighting as well! He also taught me the spear, which was his specialty in life. He once wielded my father's spear, Varatha, which he gifted to me once he dug it out of the armory. Speaking of which..." Zagreus ticked off his fingers as he thought through his armory. "I've wielded sword, spear, shield, bow, fists, and this odd contraption made by Daedalus called a rail. But..."

Zagreus got to his feet, then, and held out his hand, summoning Stygius to his side. The red blade shimmered, even in the dim light, and Zagreus smiled proudly. "The other weapons were borrowed. This sword, Stygius, is my own. I imagine it's why I can still summon it, even in this place."

[scrappeddivinity]

Xie Lian's eyes lit up at the sight of the unusual, and clearly powerful, blade. He leaned in to take a closer look.

"I've never seen anything like it! What sort of capabilities does it have?"

Truly, there was nothing quite so exciting as a splendid weapon.

[hotfooted]

Zagreus turned Stygius over in his hand, looking over it with some thought.

"On its own? Not a great deal. I can summon it to my side from anywhere, and it can cut shades down whether corporal or ephemeral. But like this, with my only my aspect alone, it isn't all that special."

Sort of like himself, really...

He shook his head to dismiss the thought, running his hand along the metal. "It's stronger now, though, than when I first wielded it. Stygius has drank deeply of Titan's blood, enough that its edge is sharper than ever before."