Mon Papa, le dieu suprême.

Francis Bonnefoy // 24 // Son of Zeus// Dependent Blog

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A childhood fear?

I used to have this irrational fear of computers. So much so that I'd short circuit them out of fright. Of course, once my cabin got tired of that, they left me in Hera's empty cabin with it and I was locked in for at least five days! They stopped bringing me food on the second day because I kept trying to escape. By the fifth I was just so exhausted and hungry that I gathered up all my strength and clicked the internet and went through that dial up sound. It was terribly chilling to me.

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Most embarrassing story? Or favorite story about you and a loved one.

Hm, once upon a time, when I still went to school, I managed to somehow get himself to becoming a good baseball player. I mostly played in outfield since I was a natural at catching what would normally be homeruns. One day though, I was playing for state or nationals or something, but I had to replace the pitcher since he broke his leg before the competition. As I pitched the ball...out of the corner of my eye I saw a Minotaur,  lurking in the shadows! I was only snapped out of it when the ball  hit me straight in the head and dropped me. The whole thing was televised so...well...ahah.

Also the minotaur was the mascot of the other team. 

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Ask about my character's past.

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See how much they’re willing to tell you.

Ask about family, or childhood friends — maybe even pets!

Ask about family traditions, or maybe embarrassing stories.

Ask about childhood fears.

Ask about painful memories, or maybe happy ones.

Everything is fair game!

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Xuan’s heart lurched to her throat, the words “kiss me” throwing her off. She gave him a glare of confusion—and then he said it was the title. Now she just felt stupid—comprehending words wrong and stuff. Ridiculous.

"It sounds interesting," she said, beginning to scroll through the play. She felt Francis move closer to her, and she leaned into his touch. It was comforting. Most days in the monastery were spent in respectful distance from people—no hugs, no kisses, nothing like that. Her father rarely hugged her and such, so she embraced Francis touch, his warmth not for any romantic reason, but for the sheer fact that she’d been deprived.

"I like it," she finally said. "It’s really well thought out, Francis. ‘Kiss Me’…" She pondered for a moment. "It’s… a bold name. Possibly a different name that’s more suited to the overall plot of the play would be better, like ‘Godly Bets’ or something. ‘Kiss Me’ implies… Romance."

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Glare met with grin, Francis seemed more than proud of the bold title. The embarrassment didnt register with him until her eyes downcasted themselves from his glance, resulting in him moving closer to her. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he rubbed them slightly in comfort and nestled his nose into her hair momentarily. "It's not that offensive."  Comforting look on her as he parted, it was clear he misunderstood her concerns. But how else would he take it? As receptive as he was, what is hidden should naturally remain unknown.

Her leaning against him, he indulged her and leant against her as well, now next to her with the entirety of his side against her. His eyes went from the play to her and back, wishing to see reaction, though what he got was underhwelming. Still, something in the way her hand gripped the phone revealed a little more than the criticism given. At least, thats how Francis interpreted it.

"Its a romance. A Greek Comedy but a romance in a way, with the gods simply working the machines. Godly Bet is simply...it does not reveal what I wanted." Words were knives and he wished to cut his blade through the soul, to reveal the most vulnerable of emotions and invoke the kind inspiration that  could only be caused by enlightenment. A story in which the plight of man would touch the Gods,  and in which while all would be well, the heart would still pang in need.

Francis put his elbow on the top if her head gently and pointed right at his phone. "See this? Read on from here this part of the monolouge the fiancé gives to the married man. 'A man is not made from his conquests! He is made from his character, and if you aren't memorable enough to make it that way, you aren't worth remembering.' Ahah, I love that part. I sort of think of it in your father's voice. I mean, have you heard him? Sexy, Xuan..." and with that he leant closely into her ear and murmured in a sulty voice, "...Heavy and slowwinded, like making love." Moving from her, he laughed about it and scrolled down a little further."'You are no man to assume of me! Only the Gods may cast their judgements!' This needs to be a powerful voice right here!" Francis puffed his chest and sat very tall. "The alpha male, with a voice full of years, but still the brashness and temper of immaturity. Do you not agree?"

Smiling at the woman, he would pat her back with a slight grin before gripping it and slowly shaking her. "Come on now, don't just sit there! Why don't we act out some of it? There's quite a few parts you might like." He'd not mind which they were, but something within him spurred him to actually get up and do something. Perhaps it was the fact that his coffee charged him generously, or even that the moment itself kept trying to get sucked into this strange silence, but either way...

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Xuan’s grin turned sour and she forced herself to keep up her cheerfulness. She didn’t like Juliette for a multitude of reasons, most of them being petty and ridiculous (like the way her hair curled because heaven and hell knew Xuan could never get her hair to curl that way—

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"Oui," she muttered softly. Juliette was a boring person to talk about anyway. Why did Xuan ever bring her up in the first place? She should really know the routine of that kind of conversation by now.

Every time Xuan ran out of things to say or didn’t know what to say, she brought up Juliette, perhaps waiting for some news that Francis was no longer associated with her, but that’s never how it happened.

At the mention of the plat, Xuan perked up. “A play?” she asked. “What’s it about?”

Ah, plays—a past time of Xuan’s while she was at the monastery. The monks would entertain her with such when she was young, and it became less frequent as the years grew, but she loved them. She read a lot of them too. And knowing all the methods and mechanics of different genres of plays, she was certain that she could help Francis.

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The chances of Francis ultimately leaving Juliette were slim. Truth be told, despite anything that could be said, he still loved her. There was such an intense love that sometimes his heart simply ached at knowing she was with him out of all those that could have her as their own. The pain, dull but satisfying gave him the comfort that its most similar physical feeling didnt have: heartbreak. Something he hoped he wouldnt invoke in anyone, especially when it couldnt be fixed.

Besides, his and Juliette's relationship couldnt possibly bring Xuan any entertainment.

Handing her his phone to see, he leant over and pointed at the title. "Kiss me," Francis stated, bringing himself closer to her. "The title is 'Kiss me' and its about finding happiness in love. You have a giggilo, a man in an affair with his wife and a man about to marry. The Gods take control of each of their loves as part of a bet to see which lifestyle works best. Pure sexual freedom, a life of pure unwavering commitment, or a life lived with both." Francis was sure the thing was his absolute best work, though this was simply just to see if he was any good at writing for the genre.

"Do you like it?" He pressed himself up against her by this point, wanting to be particularly close for when she gave him her reaction. Little opinions beyond a few select mattered to him deeply, and she just happened to be at his intelectual level.

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Yes, Katherine was a frigid, cold-hearted, unhappy bitch who couldn’t say anything that didn’t display her sassiness, insensitivity, independence, pride, selfishness, and sense of self-preservation. What Katherine lacked in good traits she made up for in her fierceness of loyalty. It took a very special kind of person to make her swallow her pride and help them out — especially when she was younger. 

Katherine usually seemed to be hiding something behind her eyes and back, never once allowing herself to . Her mannerisms were far more deliberate, almost as though she is performing for an audience, and even her speaking voice seems harsher, more cutting than anyone else’s — even another child of Hades.

It would have been ridiculous to assume that Katherine didn’t seek love and affections, but she didn’t know how to go about it. She didn’t know how to open herself up, to allow herself to love someone else. What she had with Francis had been the closest to a “loving relationship” she had ever had, and she still treated him like a shit head. 

"Yeah," Katherine said, almost waving her hand in dismissal before pulling a silver card from her Louis Vuitton wallet and handed it to Francis. "Sign the back and then return it to me at the end of today. There’s about fifteen thousand dollars on there. Is that enough for your purposes of today?" 

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Katherine was one of those beings you simply had to see to believe that there was no hope for the world. Most people of sound mine would have dumped her the moment they'd heard her breathe a word out. Perhaps though, that was the point. Relationships that are not healthy...that are abusive or otherwise start out well enough don't they? The attachment and the lowering of expectations have a way of making someone stick around longer than they should have, thinking that things will get better when in the end, all there really was was a broken home shattered hopes and no hope for things that may come later. The dream dies slowly, as thus most things that are slowly boiled alive, or in this case, frozen entirely.

Francis stuck it out because he knew better, and he understood that there was something...a reason that she acted the way she did. Yes, her mother, and her childhood were both wrecks, and perhaps Francis too would be the way she was had he been in her situation. Of course, there as her mother could one day get better,  and perhaps towards the end of their lives, they could reconcile, all Francis could do  was stare at two slabs of stone, side by side. One of the man that caused the chance meeting, and then the woman who ultimately made a mistake. In the end, it left him with only a father who occasionally came by and the rest of his time, Francis tended not to be around other adults...at least not long enough to have any sort of figure of guidance. What he knew came from observations and it gave him quite a different impression of things. This was where the two set apart. Francis and Katherine whom could have been sown together at the hip were separated by the circumstances of their very different lives. 

Somehow, it still managed to work though. It took work, and no, they couldn't look each other in the eye sometimes if one said anything wrong about the other, but someone always ended up being the bigger person-- usually Francis. He took the card in his hand and nodded. "Merci. I don't think I'll find anything I'll like enough to use that much money anyways." Clothes were one thing, but unless he found retractable shield, there was no way he would spend so much money on any gear or apparel. "I guess I could get myself an electric guitar and an amp. Continue to work out fingers that aren't seeing any action, you know." It came with a small laugh which died out far too quickly. Francis coughed slightly before taking the card in hand and signing the back of it. "Have you gone to that restaurant that does all the musicals?"

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Xuan’s grin turned sour and she forced herself to keep up her cheerfulness. She didn’t like Juliette for a multitude of reasons, most of them being petty and ridiculous (like the way her hair curled because heaven and hell knew Xuan could never get her hair to curl that way—ever), but more than that, Xuan disliked Juliette because she was something Xuan could never be—Francis’s lover. 

When Xuan first met him, she’d had no inclination of being in a relationship, but then she grew to know him. After that punch, they became very close friends, and that rapport grew into platonic, sibling love—and her fate was sealed. She thought she’d be okay—who cared? But… they were close and their friendship only grew—and being demisexual, Xuan only grew other kinds of fondness for Francis that she wouldn’t ever tell him… because he had Juliette.

Xuan also thought she’d get over that too—obviously not. And she wasn’t jealous—per say—of Juliette; rather, she just felt a particular… bitterness. Nevertheless, forcing her smile to remain as joyful, Xuan said, “That’s lovely—that she’s doing fine.” Twiddling her thumbs, she added jokingly, “Glad to know my hemlock soup recipe didn’t work, right?” 

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Something was felt within that grin and Francis reeled his hands back slightly. It was a sense of more...disdain, hiding behind a well placed facade. Well played as well, but knowing people meant that he knew the instinctive difference between a Duchene smile and something more...plastic. A smile not involving the eyes...like a barbie doll's ever present one. 

Francis was not a man that usually went back on things, and the way their relationship had gone through, well...there was not much of a chance at this point for Francis to become Xuan's lover, was there? Yes, at one point he would have certainly accepted such an offer and a relationship certainly more interconnected could have been stricken between then but she didn't wish it. Her sexuality did not involve him, and if it did now, it was far too late to make the call back. Surprisingly, Francis was a one woman man when it came to love. Sharing was something between friends...but what they were? No. Lovers was not the word. Francis and Juliette were not lovers. They were boyfriend and girlfriend. However, even this was more than what she had with Francis. Whilst the man spent evenings snogging her underneath the bedsheets, stilling themselves over touches more significant than the last, Francis would stay up entire nights with Xuan, playing long sessions of Elder Scrolls Online and literally arguing about the merits of being the Paladin to the point that it sometimes seeps into their regular talks. Where Francis and Juliette go out for lunch and romantic dinners, Xuan and Francis have coffee sessions like this one today.

That's not to say that isn't a good fate. A friendship is sturdier. Francis needn't worry that the person he considered his sister would have a brother behind his back. He needn't worry about other people talking to her  for the same reasons as he worried about Juliette. There would be no points in which he'd need to sell the idea of sex to Xuan and no, he wouldn't need to feel guilty about their age difference either considering that either.  Mostly because he wouldn't be in that situation anyways. These were good things. A relationship was risky. And that wasn't to say he wasn't risking a friendship on their relationship, but Xuan and his was so tight at this point, that there were probably more chances in Leonardo Di Caprio actually not dying from hypothermia in Titanic than their relationship not being ruined if things did not work out. Yes, things were just fine.

"I think we should veer off from the conversation Juliette, non? Nothing big has happened between us anyways." He'd gotten her a kitten made of clouds, but that thing was a fucking monster. And that's considering he bought Xuan a baby great white from some fisherman! He still didn't know what happened to them. "However, I do have something I wanted you to read." He pulled out his iPhone and gave it to her, revealing a play written in Greek. I wanted to try my hand at doing Greek Comedies to be performed in the camp as a little fun thing but I euh, I do need a second opinion."

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Figaro // Francis and Juliette

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"Is there a problem with that?" she asked, smiling back at Francis with a flutter of her lashes and an almost sarcastic smile on her face. "He’s adorable," she told him with a small smile as she looked back at the kitten, picking it up gently and lying down, resting it on her chest as she stroked behind its ears. "This is one of the best things you’ve ever done for me." Juliette looked over at him, biting her lip gently. "Come here and kiss me? Now that I and the kitten are comfortable—" she stopped as Figaro got up, walked a small little circle around her stomach before plopping back down on her stomach.

“Don’t be invitin’ him.” the cat said in something resembling a very thick Jersey accent. “Ya got me now sweet cheeks.” 

Juliette laughed softly, stroking Figaro’s ears. “At least you get to stay in here. Francis won’t.” Figaro huffed, lithely jumping off her stomach and pawing at the air in front of Francis. 

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Francis moved off to the side for a moment, attempting to come up with words to describe how he really felt. Yes, it was entirely stupid. No, he didn't like the Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse cartoons and no, he also didn't like Italian Opera music. Either way, no one seemed to win when it came now to the name being spoken about and the fact that it's origins were really the worst thing to ever come to exist. Of course, Francis wasn't the sort to insult a woman or her thoughts, and so when it came time for him to answer, he merely shrugged-- the go to answer for the less than apathetic man whom wished to avoid a confrontational moment. Well, actually, the apathy only lasted a little bit of time, as once he was invited to come onto the bed, Francis was about to come, sit down and give Juliette a kiss until...welll...

That cat. That cat was far too intelligent for it's own good! In fact, he only meant for the blasted thing to be sentient! The fact that it talked in a Jersey accent disturbed him powerfully. Moving back from the cat that had plopped itself on her stomach, he watched it with eyes bulging, and lips stretched out enough that one could certainly say lines were jealous of how straight his were. How the heck did that even happen?! Why was that cat talking?! Why? Who--wait, what?!

What did that cat say to her?! Did it just tell her not to invite him, and call her sweet cheeks?!  Was that cat attempting to put some sort of restrictions between the two of them? Take her away from him?! Oh no, he'd put it down before he'd allow anything to get between the two of them! Francis was by nature, a jealous creature, and even the threats of a cat made of nothing but clouds made him livid. After all, it starts with a little attention...then agreeing that he was nothing but a third wheel and finally, he'd just be back at  Sapphire New York Gentleman's Club with his father, attempting to catch himself a lucky break for the night in some attempts to drown out his feelings with sex. And that's not to say that she wasn't simply something distracting him from that life! She was the first person that he's taken seriously in a relationship. In a way, this was his first love, and the drug which came from all their years together was something he simply couldn't let get away from him.

There was something about arguing with a cat though. A cat that he made as a present for her. No, it was not only shameful, but it was stupid too. Not only was it also stupid, but additionally embarrassing!  He knew how it went!  'You're being silly, Francis! Do you really think I'd leave you for Figaro? Think about what you're thinking!' Oh, but it was easier to think about things when one was the daughter of Aphrodite, wasn't it? It was a ticket down easy street. Abs were sculpted from the body, and curves as sensual as theirs were gifted from the boon of the woman herself! Men would knock down her door daily and he... hah. He'd built quite the reputation for himself. It wasn't a particularly good one, since before his nervous breakdown he had  been following his father's footsteeps religiously.  No, he's turned things around for himself slightly, but it wouldn't have been if it weren't for her! None of it.

Francis shook his head at the way she simply agreed that he wouldn't be around all the time, and instead of actually confronting them for speaking like this infront of him, the man with emotions easier to cut than aged parchment, would simply take his business elsewhere, placing the cigarette in his mouth and leaving the cabin wordlessly. He shouldn't have done this. He knew that Aphrodite was going to trick him with this deal and he still took it anyways! Despite knowing that she was constantly testing his will, he took it. At least his father had easier terms to negate! The Goddess of Love was just twisted.

Lighting it up, he took a deep drag of the cigarette, holding in the fumes as long, and as deeply into his lungs as he could, before they'd come out of his nose naturally, like he was the embodiment of fire, of craftsmanship, and of all that meant the birth of life, through the means that were most deadly. The man felt so powerful, so in control, which was more than he could say for how he felt in this particular situation. How was it that he inherited so much from his father? Not only the good but the downright deplorable qualities of him that made most crinkle their nose in protest?! Why was he so angry about this?! Was it normal for his heart to tear so terribly over such a petty thing? For his soul to smolder away like the tip of his oily rag?! The face he gave off was hard...intense with a burning pang that glinted off the agony that was brought off.

This was just a cat! A cat that happened to have an attitude! Was it so easy for him to be flickered?! Powerlessness...he hated it, and so knowing that a smooth personality not in a cat but in a person could so easily swoop her up with a few good lines...well it wasn't good. She'd not treat most men that acted like this  well, but it only took one.

The first one was burnt through too easily, and so when the second came into his lips, he was even faster to light it up, taking a seat at the porch of his cabin. Ah yes, a sweet, sweet relapse this was. He'd been weening off the darn things too but who was a better friend to relax with and literally blow hot air with than the well made stick kissing his lips?

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Xuan just nodded absentmindedly. Twirling around a few times, she asked, “How’s Juliette?”

Xuan wouldn’t say she hated the girl, but mild dislike was apparent. Juliette wasn’t the kind of person Xuan hung around. She was arrogant and, quite frankly, just a bit annoying sometimes. What Francis ever saw in her, Xuan could never figure it out, but she let it be. Juliette made Francis happy, so she never tried to pull anything “funny” against Juliette.

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Francis pressed his hands together, thoughtfully giving th question a little time to sink into his head. Ah yes, Juliette. the woman whom he not only adored but of course, knew damn well that she, speaking of Xuan hated with all her being. There was a bit of a je ne sais quoi about the way that the two women acted with one another, bold enough to clip at each other's wings, but now percise enough to do it with the expectation of destroying the other person. Something held each of them back from actually going through with the action, and it was the same something that kept Francis from intervening.

Friendship was a precariously held thing, and the three of them had ties, one way or another. Perhaps not directly upon the triangle, but enough for the three of them to know each other's names and their favourite colours, despite how much love or hate came from all three sides. On an expositional level, Francis would like to say that the two are very kind, very loving people whom he cherished more than the air he breathed and the dirt that kept him from being to far flung. Still, something kept them apart. Something kept them together, but it also kept them apart.

A story somehow akin to the Christmas Carol, Francis sometimes found himself thinking, 'what if I had chosen differently'? Would he have instead a woman that loved him and spent his time teasing him about his interests in college art films and manga despite his finesse, his love for the culture of the bourgeoisie and his artistic ability? Or would he constantly be egging her on even more for sex than he did with Juliette, only for more...negatively physical results? Certainly, they would not be as they were, and the life he'd have would have him wondering the same thing he was now.

If he ever did get to meet that man, whom surprised everyone by choosing the very reserved Vietnamese girl from the monastery rather than the very happy-go-lucky woman that he was dating now, he would tell him of how much he didn't regret the decision. He'd speak of days spent simply lying down on the floor of a creaky wooden floor, thinking about what the world would be like for them in another life. They'd speak of days that were spent seemingly laughing at nothing at all, where the connection of skin, grooves simply brushing against each other softly would spark literal electricity in a way that simply inspired words. Words that would shatter the heart and pierce so deeply into the soul, that the benevolence brought onto them by blessed Gods of romance would be the ones to write songs of them. The forlorn could hope of a love like theirs, and gain inspiration that would bring to them the promise of not tomorrow, but perhaps a day somewhere distantly beaconing beyond the horizon.

What he saw in Juliette was not a matter of not only who she was, but what she was like, and when she appeared to him. Impressions change people, and a punch to the face as a way of repulsing a person to another in the way of romance. But not Francis. Oh no. What happened between woman before him and the man he used to be shaped them to be friends. To being family. The fact that one may fall in love after the ties are cemented only made such ties much more difficult to rearrange. Juliette never let the door creak open. It was always tightly shut or wide open, and such things spoke with Francis on a deeper level. On a level that needed his passion to fuel her. No, he wasn't saying she needed him. Actually it was the other way around. Years of chasing after open door brought the fire to a flare, and once he did get in, once the friendship did start, and it would curve itself so deliciously into a romance, Francis only fell deeper in love with her. Experiences as a collective shape the relationship. Impressions can change oh so quickly.

The love that came afterward cemented them. A life in which they could both be there one day and gone tomorrow made it entirely sure in Francis's mind that they would be together for the rest of their days. After all, whom else did they know so well other than each other? Relationships transcended bloodlines and the greatest ones were the triumphs of the human soul, Greek comedies known millennia beyond the death of their originators. The same would be the same for these two-- he felt it in his heart, and never has such a new tool to him been so right so many times. Love was a new thing for a man that spent nearly his entire teenage life, and the beginning steps of his adult one, thinking with the wrong head.

Clasping his hands together, Francis merely gave Xuan a little smile, and put his hand out on the table, wanting the touch of her hand with his. Somehow, to him such things spoke much clearer. Words were simply air that faded and thoughts to be manipulated by a selfish and vain mind. To feel something in your hands...to sympathise meant to feel, and somehow, this felt necessary. "She's doing well." His voice was so soft, so loving that the gravel would softly bring the words from the ear to the mind and to the heart. It was not a matter of having the power to do it. It was simply all skill. And one that was important between family, at that.

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Bonjour, mademoiselle. I've seen you by the lake and I wondered if you go there often?

"Hello Francis. Why does this sound so much like a corny pick up line, is it supposed to sound like one? And to answer your question, yes I do try to go there when I can."

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"Well, I assure you it was not. I simply thought it was a way to strike up conversation. Do you swim the lake though? I’m only a decent swimmer."

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"Well it looks like your greeting worked, we’ve started a conversation now haven’t we? Haha. Yes I like to swim in the lake, it’s not the ocean but I think it’s just as good to me. Well not everyone can be born ready for the water, it’s more of an learned skill for some."

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"Absolutely! Ah, but a skill can be honed and mimic talent. However, speaking of being born ready, will you be joining us for the quest to get the cure for Mr. D's illness? I don't particularly like him, but I hear you get something if you return first."

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"She probably would, but maybe you should try something with numbers rather than Alfred likes cock with five k’s and two e’s. Seems a bit…predictable." In the sense of the most random thing one could think of, of course it would be. Additionally if one knew a person well enough, perhaps it was better to let someone else pick out the password. "Can’t she just buy her own? I’m sure she could just make the money with her powers."

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Xuan snorted. “Of course she could,” she said with a sigh, “but you know Kat. She’s got to steal for it to be fun.” 

Setting her cup down, Xuan stood up and stretched. She didn’t like to sit for too long. “So how’s your day been, Francis? I’ve been riding around.” She flashed a wide grin, a glint of playfulness in her eyes hinting at their earlier mishap with “riding”. 

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Francis crossed his arms, cocking a brow at the fact that she would go so far as to steal people's objects just for the fun of it. Well, who was he kidding? He knew Katherine well enough to understand that she was of course, always going to be a dirty player when it came to posessions. Especially those of her inferiors upon ranks that didn't even belong to them. "Just say no. I mean, I know you aren't really in a position to do that, but try it anyways?" It would never hut to try.

Sipping on the newly poured cup, he watched as she streteched, and simply kept himself mindful of his actions. To retrieve grace lost in shame, it would take quite a lot. It meant him simply smiling wryly at the mention of the world 'riding' again. "It's been fine. I don't think a lot has been going on. though many of the campers are returning. Hmph."

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It didn’t matter if they were or were not dangerous — as Katherine had heard Juliette say that a thousand times — it mattered that they shat everywhere"It’s too serious for me," she said with a shrug. So many people didn’t like the way Katherine functioned — even the people she considered her friends constantly found things they didn’t like about Katherine. She literally has problems with light. It messed with her powers, it weakens her. And the sex wasn’t as good during the day, so there was that too.

But sometimes it sucked. It sucked being so dislike, it sucked to just be someone’s fuck toy, it sucked to be Katherine Pierce because she was so damn unlikable. She was just as beautiful as Juliette, just as snarky and sassy as Xuan, just as smart as a son or daughter of Athena… but she had to be born to Hades! She was her father’s daughter, and her mother was a fucked up drug addict. 

Katherine Pierce was not someone to just talk to people. She wanted to, really! She really wanted to be sweet and friendly and talkative and — and—… she didn’t know what the and was for. She just wanted to be better than what she was, but she was just too fucking good at being Katherine. She was too good at being hated, being puppeted by her own internal demons.

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Birds shat! It was a thing that they did just as all animals did, and the man did his best to promise that they wouldn't do it all over the place. After all, he managed to train at least twelve of his Pierres to do the same thing! Then again, one had to sort of be a master of birds after having had about sixteen of them in total. Nevertheless, Juliette should have given them a chance! It was only fair that she did so! Especially when the birds carried such wonderful qualities within them! Such expressive personalities! Such beautiful feathers, shapes and grace! Not to mention that everyone had to release the useless bile within their stomachs. He, she, the birds, the bees and hey! Even cats, which she claimed to adore so much shit on occasion. And no one wants to clean a litter box.

Francis also didn't want to deal with people who seemed to treat him like a literal litter box. There was a point in his life that he'd allow it of everyone, but it only caused him trouble and although it still existed within the closest of his relationships, it was not prevalent enough for Francis to allow it of people  like Katherine. Yes, she was a fantastic fuck and getting between her thighs was one of the best experiences that the man ever got to live, but unfortunately, the personality that came with the body was not as easy to swallow as his essence down her throat. No, she was terribly disrespectful, violent and so extreme that it was a wonder that she had friends at all! This of course, was his belief, and despite it, she was one of the closest friends he ever had. It was not her looks, her sass, or her intelligence that made Francis, son of Zeus like her. No, it was what she had done for him, and the experiences they shared together.

Katherine had been there for Francis longer than anyone else had been. Longer than his brother and Xuan and yes, even his darling little Juliette, whom was the light of his life. Out of the four people he trusted the most, Katherine had seen him through so much more than anyone else had. No, she wasn't his very best friend, but she was a very good one. When he'd come home from a quest,bones broken and and spirit faded, she came helped him on his feet. When he was sick, she was there and sat by his bed all night if it took so! The daughter of Hades had been there for her for every single most important event of his existence and so the least he could do was extend his friendship, and devotion on a deep level. Yes, she became frigid, and nearly unbearable but Francis made it work. He needed to make it work. Still, it was so damn difficult sometimes! It was easier on the immediate level for him to remember how great in bed than how she'd spoonfed him when he couldn't even hold one in his hand when she spoke about punching him repeatedly in the face for giving her a ring. Good deeds need to be reminded sometimes.

Internal turmoil was something they were both used to but in so different ways. Francis had no mother, and the one that did exist hated him for something that wasn't even his fault. His entire existance was the bane of her life, from an action that would haunt her even in dreams. His father on the other hand...well, his father loved him, he imagined. Sure, he'd take him to strip clubs on his birthday to get himself laid but it was better than not seeing him at all, right? Right? Love was confusing to him, yet he was enamoured with the idea of unconditional love that was actually shown to him all the time. He wanted to be loved! To be shown the deepest extents of what being devout meant and to have something...something better than his life. Than Katherine's life. Where she fell into the trap of being the result of a bad life, Francis managed to escape it, though naturally, not unscathed.

The Frenchman pressed against Katherine's shoulder and took back the worry rings, putting them in his bag. "Do you mind loaning me a few thousand? I'll pay you back." He always did, of course. That was not a problem at all.

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Figaro // Francis and Juliette

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Juliette couldn’t believe the Francis had done absolutely everything she had suggested to him over the past few days. She leaned in to his side, resting her head on his shoulder, fingers lacing with his gently. “Mon ange,” she murmured softly as they approached the cabin door. “What’s that noise and why does it sound so strange?” Looking up at him, her brows raised and she bit her lip softly. As she stepped in behind him, she gasped. “Sentient cloud animals?” Juliette asked, cooing at the kittens that crowded around her. There was one in particular, a little kitten who was curled up on her pillow, and she immediately tiptoed around all of the animals to sit on her bed and stroked her fingers over its fur. “Hi, Figaro,” she murmured, grinning brightly. “How are you?” 

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Yes, sentient cloud animals...something that took a lot of effort on the part of Francis, was now a plan put in fruition. By the grace of the Gods, hopefully the one in charge of luck (whom Francis didn't care enough to know) would help him in this particular time of need. And by need, he meant he needed things to go over well considering that these were cloud animals with intelligence. The moment she cooed, he knew he was a success, and all those animals that didnt get chosen would disipitate into a thinning fog. All except for a dog on the back which seemed to be sleeping at the foot of Juliette's bed. The man had already chosen his own animal earlier on. "You're going to call him Figaro?" Francis walked over and sat on the bed with Juliette. He wasn't a big cat fan, but hey, if it made her happy.

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Xuan barked a short laugh and took a sip of her coffee. "She'd figure it out," she said. "I could make the passcode 'Alfred loves cock' with two e's and five k's and she'd still get it somehow."

Sitting back in her seat, Xuan said, "So how's your day been? Eventful, hopefully, right?"

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"She probably would, but maybe you should try something with numbers rather than Alfred likes cock with five k's and two e's. Seems a bit...predictable." In the sense of the most random thing one could think of, of course it would be. Additionally if one knew a person well enough, perhaps it was better to let someone else pick out the password. "Can't she just buy her own? I'm sure she could just make the money with her powers."

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"This is true about Zeus, I guess," Xuan said with a chuckle. She'd never really met the guy, never had a proper introduction or anything, and she quite frankly didn't mind or care in the slightest.

"Of course Kat has it," she muttered, and she was a bit sour about it. The iPad was practically hers through the possession of her father. It was unfair and rude that Kat kept stealing it. She could get Hades to give her one. But Xuan kept her mouth shut about the issue, mostly because she didn't know how to tell Kat that she had an issue with her without offending her or something.

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Zeus wouldn't have either. The man wasn't really worth having over as company, and Francis knew the best. Still, he loved the God and did everything as asked of him, so long as it harmed no one.

"Should you expect anything less from her? That is like expecting Aphrodite to be cool with you cheating on everyone left and right, non?" Yes, it actually did seem like something similar to that. It was inevitable that such a promise would be broken due to their own impulses, right? Well, that's how he saw it with Katherine. Not the truth, but simply his own thoughts. "Put a new password on it. Or two."

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Xuan scoffed. “Anyone else wouldn’t have actually thought about riding dick,” she jested sharply, accepting the coffee kindly. “Alfred’s handsome and kind, but I don’t feel he’s anything special. He’s seems really cute. Zeus seems to talk to him a lot. Does he talk to you, too, Francis? Or do you ignore your father like the rebel you are.” She chuckled to herself, not entirely sure why. And then she added, “Oh! Have you seen Ba’s iPad? I went back to my cabin and it’s not there. Does Kat have it? She’s always shut in doing gods know what.”

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Was Francis supposed to feel more like a fool about this? More embarrassed? The shame from lack of trust was there, and burning cheeks were kept fueled simply by that. Any true embarrassment as with Francis, was quietly lost. No regrets were brought on about Xuan and the mistake, and he instead moved on to the next subject. "He talks a lot to both of us. A lot of rotten advice though as the man isn't exactly 'All Knowing and Powerful'. If Alfred doesn't think so, my assumption is either he doesn't understand double entendres or Zeus isn't being himself around him. You know Zeus. I know Zeus." The Supreme God was not only a bastard but a sleezebag ontop of that. As the cabin head before him protected the cabin from the worst of the man, so did Francis. "Surprisingly, even after not wanting to indulge in his lifestyle anymore, he still insists I come with him whenever he makes his way over. It's the closest anyone will actually get to being his favourite without sucking the man off or something." He probably not'd even mind if the person was directly related to him or not. The God didn't seem to mind underageness all that much either. Quickly, the air soured around them at Francis's silence. Despite the next question, he seemed to be made uncomfortable by the silence. "She has it," he admitted. "At least according to the last time I saw her.

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Kicking Butts // Alfred and Francis

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"Dude that’s-" Alfred sputtered as Francis left the cabin with his favorite hat, the protest on his lips unheard by the older demigod. The blond felt a tinge of irritation. That was his favorite hat, damn it! It was a very nice one too. He had gotten it at a Red Sox game when he had gone up to Boston a year or so back. Well. Francis better take care of it. Alfred shook his head before laying back down on the bed to settle for a nap, wondering why the always dressed up demigod would even wear a baseball cap to begin with.

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