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crystalnexus2020-11-23 12:08 am
hotfooted) wrote in crystalnexus2020-11-23 12:08 am
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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?"
◆ 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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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?"
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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?"
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"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."
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"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.
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"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."