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APOLLO / mtxolympians

He watched her make her way towards the bench, staying nearby but not touching her. She seemed very unsteady and the last thing he wanted was for this mortal to fall and injure herself, so he remained ready to catch her if she fell. She managed her way on her own and Apollo moved towards her slightly so they were not talking at an awkward distance.

Listening to her speak he wondered what mortal had bore his resemblance so well as to shake her, after all he had come first. Though now didn’t seem to be the time to point that out. Thinking for a moment he tried to think of any way to ease this mortal’s mind and pain.

“With over seven billion people in the world, there is bound to be a few who look eerily similar. Doppelgängers I believe they are called.” He gave her a reassuring smile, small but even still it seemed to shine it’s own light. “I am Greek, if that helps. That is where the accent comes from.”

RAYNE UNDERSTANDS THE CONCEPT OF IT, of course there are going to be people who look similar to others, but he’s identical and that’s what’s throwing her off.

her hand settles somewhere on the left side of her chest, vaguley positioned over her heart where fingers cling to the fabric of her t-shirt like it’ll have any effect on calming her. she needs to breathe at a more regular pace but it’s proving to be a lot easier said than done.

❝i understand that,❞ and she does. ❝but it’s not–❞ rayne takes in a shaky breath and shakes her head. it’s hard not to feel like someone somewhere is watching this unfold and laughing at the way it dredges up an assortment of feelings that threaten to tear her into pieces.

she can’t breathe.

mtxolympians

The distress coming off the mortal in front of him was concerning and he immediately went into “help” mode. He knew he had his own history of fucking things up along with everyone in his family, but he was also a god of healing and she needed some. Even if it was emotional not physical. Slowly he crouched down in front of the bench to be closer to her level. Looking up at her he did his best to send her calm and collected energy.

“Hey, listen to me you’re going to be alright. Yea? Take some breaths with me. In... and out..” He kept his eyes on her and modelled the slow deep breaths as he counted them out loud to to. “In.. two, three. And out... two, three. Good, job” He didn’t stop until she seemed to have at least gotten control of her breathing back.

#mobile #c: apollo #ghostofaformerself

ghostofaformerself:

POSEIDON / mtxolympians

ADRENALINE IS RUNNING HIGH SO IT TAKES A MOMENT before she recognizes him. brows furrow and her head tilts with confusion, but the gun lowers so it’s not pointing in his direction anymore. she’s trying to find a logical explanation for his presence, but it fails because there simply isn’t one. there’s so ship around that says he might have been nearby and heard anything, and jeans certainly aren’t swimming attire. something is off, but she has more pressing matters to attend to.

❝i’m fine, but you’re going to want to stay out of sight. this isn’t somewhere you should be right now. it’s not safe.❞ attention is caught by the sound of other footsteps on the deck above so she presses a finger to her lips and motions for him to stick close but out of the way.

gun raises again and rayne starts moving carefully along the wall, staying out of sight. there’s a steady bleed from the her side, but it’s ignored because it’s slow enough that it won’t be worrisome for a long while. rayne needs to handle this situation as much as she can while she waits for backup to find them thanks to the tracker she’s wearing. still, out here ten minutes is a long time and now she has someone else to split her attention with.

a shot whizzes past her as she peeks around a corner, ducking back quickly and grinding teeth together. she tucks and rolls, firing and hitting the assailant square in the chest.

Poseidon followed along behind her, it was her own safety she should have been worrying about. Not that she knew he was immortal, and by the way she handled the gun he assumed she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

Knowing there was little he could do without revealing himself Poseidon focused on the water around them. Every wave and roll of the water beneath them seemed to help keep them on balance while working against the other’s. When the shot came he didn’t flinch, but rather watched with an impressed nod as she took the man out.

“Rayne.. who are these people?” While she hadn’t asked her questions yet he had some of his own. Suddenly he sensed movement from behind them, turning he saw another one of the crew advancing with their gun held high. With a twitch of his fingers a golden trident dripping water materialized in his hand. Before they could pull the trigger he hooked the gun out of their hand and sent them over the side of the ship where they were pulled below the waves.

#ghostofaformerself #queue;; some sort of greek tragedy #c; poseidon

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Hot Take:

Why don’t we send each other memes much anymore? I understand not sending starter memes if you don’t want that/another thread

But like headcanon or development memes? We all LOVE to get them, so why does it feel like no one sends stuff to each other anymore?

Solution: Let’s send everyone all the memes!

#ooc;; a talking trash can

ghostofaformerself:

APOLLO / mtxolympians

RAYNE CAN’T TEAR HER GAZE FROM HIS FACE even when he motions to the nearby bench. it’s spotted from her peripherals but that’s as close as she gets to looking away from him. he’s right, though, she should probably sit.

it takes a moment longer of just standing and staring at him, ignoring the passersby, before she finally wills herself to move in the direction of the bench. steps are far from steady, but the brunette manages to keep herself upright nonetheless.

the rhyme he spouts is odd, but it’s hardly the strangest thing about this encounter all things considered.

❝i’m sorry, you just–❞ a breath, slightly shaky, as she pushes a few stray hairs from her face. ❝you’re the spitting image of him. you sound like him, almost exactly. you have this hint of an underlying accent but it’s still…❞ another breath is drawn in to keep herself together.

her heart is still pounding, aching in her chest because this all feels like some cruel joke someone is using to torture her. it’s physically painful,

He watched her make her way towards the bench, staying nearby but not touching her. She seemed very unsteady and the last thing he wanted was for this mortal to fall and injure herself, so he remained ready to catch her if she fell. She managed her way on her own and Apollo moved towards her slightly so they were not talking at an awkward distance.

Listening to her speak he wondered what mortal had bore his resemblance so well as to shake her, after all he had come first. Though now didn’t seem to be the time to point that out. Thinking for a moment he tried to think of any way to ease this mortal’s mind and pain.

“With over seven billion people in the world, there is bound to be a few who look eerily similar. Doppelgängers I believe they are called.” He gave her a reassuring smile, small but even still it seemed to shine it’s own light. “I am Greek, if that helps. That is where the accent comes from.”

#c; apollo #ghostofaformerself #queue;; some sort of greek tragedy

starchild-rp

mtxolympians:

Dionysus grinned at his bride to be. He supposed she was right about being crossed, though he would make sure that those who crossed her suffered most greatly for it, by her hand or his. Her comment didn’t come a moment too soon, looking forwards he realized they had almost fallen from the path. Quickly righting their position he laughed.

“It cannot be helped, beloved I never want to spend a moment without you in my sights.”

Ariadne smiled at her husband-to-be’s grin. If he continued to smile at her like that, he’d get away with anything when she was involved. She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her as he righted them. She stepped closer to him, what’s proper be damned to the Underworld, as her free hand held his arm, the same one that held her hand. “I trust this will help, since I would guess feeling my presence so close will help enough to allow you to keep your eyes on the direction we’re headed.”

mtxolympians

She was a mortal of extraordinary insight and intellect. It was true that he feared any moment she would slip through his fingers and he would have to scour the earth to find her. He knew that he would never truly let her go, he couldn’t his soul would be forever entwined with hers.

“You are right, my beloved. When we arrive at the palace I urge you to let me do the talking. My father is not an easy one to please or to read.”

#c; dionysus #starchildrp #queue;; some sort of greek tragedy

starchildrp:

An eyebrow raised as he called her young lady”and her head tilted slightly to one side. “Young lady?” she scoffed, “I don’t like being talked down to by anyone. And, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a little kid and you don’t look old enough to talk down to me like that.” Her arms remained crossed and her whole body radiated her too stubborn, little shit, energy. She only became like that when she felt she was being treated like a little kid. In those moments, there was no way to doubt who was her godly parent. “I’m someone you shouldn’t mess with.” She remained in her place but her eyes widened and her arms came down to her sides. “You’re Apollo?” she asked. Even if he had just said it, she needed to hear it again to make sure she heard correctly. She shook her head in disbelief as she added, “Wait…you know who I am? I thought the gods weren’t supposed to know anything about their kids and they didn’t care enough to.”

He let her have her rant, it was very like him (or so he’d been told). According to some people (Artemis) he was stubborn and hard to control. Personally he didn’t see it. She had a point about his chosen appearance, he generally took to looking what mortals would consider between 18-24.

“The one and the same.” He clarified when she implored, however her next statement threw him into a bit of a quandary.

“That is.. not technically correct, my dear. You see we are discouraged from contacting our children directly, it can cause problems you see. However; a lot of us know of a lot of you, we are gods after all. Some care less than others... Personally I would hate to be a child of Ares. But being a god of prophecy comes with certain advantages as well. For example I know that there it little chance that this interaction will cause any trouble. You just seemed like you could use a helping hand.”

#c; apollo #starchildrp #queue;; some sort of greek tragedy

starchildrp:

Ariadne could hardly believe where she was, especially when she had started the day on a beach and thought she’d never escape. She never imagined to one day see Olympus herself, let alone to see it with the god she loved who returned her affections. “That sounds lovely but I would imagine it could be fun to be crossed once in awhile throughout eternity.” she told him before adding, “And you might want to pay more attention as to where we’re going. I wouldn’t want either of us to walk into a pillar or something.”

Dionysus grinned at his bride to be. He supposed she was right about being crossed, though he would make sure that those who crossed her suffered most greatly for it, by her hand or his. Her comment didn’t come a moment too soon, looking forwards he realized they had almost fallen from the path. Quickly righting their position he laughed.

“It cannot be helped, beloved I never want to spend a moment without you in my sights.”

#c; dionysus #queue;; some sort of greek tragedy #starchildrp

ghostofaformerself:

POSEIDON / mtxolympians

ORGANIZED CRIME ISN’T HER SHTICK, but there comes a time when they ask for her help with an undercover stint because her capacity for selling a lie is unprecedented. no one keeps calm like rayne, and no one can do what she does as well as she does it–no one is unshakable like she is. that also means no one is ask reckless and cavalier with their own life the way she is with hers and that’s how she got here.

it was her or the civilian, and there wasn’t a chance in hell she’d let the civilian be in this position. so she breaks her own cover, outs herself and tells the cartel outright they’ll have better leverage with a federal agent than they will with a civilian–it works. now she just has to stay alive long enough to get out of this. thankfully her penchant for keeping her mouth shut and being unintimidated is enough to keep her alive for the time being, if looking a little worse for wear.

biding her time works in her favour because she manages to get out of her restraints and grab the gun from one of her captors when he comes to check on her. rayne gets the jump on her and he’s down for the count, but she still has many more to make it through before she’s out of the woods. the likeliness is that this is more of a game of surviving just long enough for backup to make it before they disappear. whether or not she makes it out alive is irrelevant.

she’s clipped in the side when one of the men gets a lucky shot off because he manages to catch her as she’s distracted by another, but two rapid-fire shots make them less of a problem. she’ll handle her bleeding later, right now she needs to secure the rest of the yacht.

footsteps connect with the deck and she follows them immediately, gun poised in front of her with her finger ready to squeeze the trigger.

He wasn’t thinking that he would make an unusual sight, walking onto a ship in jeans with no shirt, however, he had the sense at the last moment to at least appear wet. There were more gunshots and he set off towards them only to find himself face to face with a gun. This was not particularly frightening as it would do no real damage to him. Rather than cowering he shifted his head to catch who was standing behind it.

A wave of familiarity washed over him. He had met many a mortal over his years, most long and easily forgotten, but a few stood out in his mind and Rayne was one of them. But why was she on a yacht with a gun? His eyes took in the bodies behind her and he was even more confused.

“Rayne? It’s Don. Are you... alright?”

#c; poseidon #ghostofaformerself #queue;; some sort of greek tragedy

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#ooc;; a talking trash can #psa;; everybody listen up

What if you could just ask Apollo a question and shake him like a Magic 8 Ball and he was just like: ˜”*°•.˜”*°• My sources say no. •°*”˜.•°*”˜

#crack;; don't believe the stories that you read on all the crockery

ghostofaformerself:

APOLLO / mtxolympians.

WHEN HE SPEAKS IT’S EVEN MORE HAUNTING. his voice is almost completely identical save for the hint of an accent on a few of his words that tells her he isn’t who she thinks he is. this isn’t gem, it’s someone else, but how can he be the spitting image? none of this makes sense.

rayne is numb, cold to touch, and she probably looks like she’s about to pass out. it’s abundantly clear she’s in a state of absolute shock because of the appearance of the man in front of her, and it’s written clear across her features that she’s seeing a ghost when she looks at him.

half of her wants to throw up, and the other half wants to disappear then and there. the only thing rayne can manage is for her gaze to remain fixated on him.

❝you’re not him.❞ she knows that, but she has to say it in some capacity in order to reassure herself. ❝you look like him.❞ words are still quiet, still in utter disbelief that she’s staring at the spitting image of gem.

Apollo felt sorrow for the girl, she looked so shaken. He wanted to guide her to a nearby bench, and yet he wasn’t sure he should touch her in her current state. However, as a God of Prophecy he had learned to go with his instincts and what would come would come. There was no use trying to change the future it would come about one way or another.

“You need to sit down.” He held out his arm, motioning to the nearby seat. “I have reminded you of someone... someone you have lost. I am sorry.” And before he could stop himself he was speaking once more.

“Choices past cannot change, but your heart will heal again. In tearing old walls down you will find a new crown.”

Damn prophetic verse, now he seemed like a lunatic.

#in which apollo accidently prys into her life without knowing #c; apollo #ghostofaformerself

starchild-rp

Amphirtite Starter for @mtxolympians

Amphirtite had been avoiding her husband. She felt it was best so the seas remained calm for the sailors. Finally though, he had sent for her and she knew she could avoid him no longer. They never had the best relationship but she was certainly willing to try to make it better, especially since she had a soft spot for him and could hardly ever say no when he was involved She went to where she knew her husband was in their large underwater palace. “You sent for me, husband?” she asked.

mtxolympians

Their relationship had been volatile for a while now, he knew his wife was avoiding him for fear of their arguments. While he would hardly dream of harming her, his temper had been known to have a mind of its own. Not to mention how the seas reflected his moods. And yet enough was enough. When she entered the room he looked up, standing and crossing to her, doing his best to keep cordial.

“Indeed, You are my wife and I will not have you avoiding being in my presence.”

#c; poseidon #starchildrp

starchild-rp

Daphne Starter for @mtxolympians

Daphne thought she was finally safe, that she had successfully avoided him, but she couldn’t be fully sure, not when the gods were involved. The nymph was suddenly the object of the god Apollo’s affections and she had done nothing to encourage or prompt them. In fact, she’d never met him before and knew little about him. She rounded a corner and there he was. She jumped, surprised. “Why are you following me?” she asked knowing full well what a stupid question it was.

mtxolympians

She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He wanted nothing more than for their lives to be forever intertwined and he would stop at nothing to achieve it. If he could only catch up to her, every moment he thought he had got her she slipped through his fingers again. But this time he was going to finally talk to her.

“Because I love you. Daphne be with me, have a life with me, please. I will make you happy.”

#c; Apollo #starchildrp

starchildrp:

Ariadne felt safe as the wind whipped around them because she was in his arms. Once the wind stilled, she slowly opened her eyes to the splendor that was Olympus. It was far grander than even her family’s palace on Crete and now was the moment where she felt unworthy. However, one look at his face and the feeling passed. The way he looked at her made her feel like the most worthy person ever to live. “And I thank you for that blessing,” she told him, smiling, “And the blessing that is your love.” She only felt worthy of his love, nothing more, but she didn’t say that.

Dionysus took her hand and began to walk up the streets of Mount Olympus. There was a lovely market that they walked through, as well as an assortment of creatures and beings doing everything from pottery to tailoring. He was finding it hard to walk straight as he couldn’t take his eyes off the women beside him.

“We will have a beautiful ceremony, and be together for eternity. I will see to it, and no one will dare cross you ever again.”

#c; dionysus #starchildrp

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