watch me rule

Henri Kallisti | 23 | Warlock

[roninoftheblacksand]

@peacockxprince location: eden

It was midday, sun still high in the always perfect sky of New Olympia. A silent prayer to the Dark Queen who kept them in such atmospheric comfort. The festival had come to an end but life on the island had not changed. People still flocked here for escape, some never left. Some that came to party stayed to serve, truly joining into the flock. Ronin sat with his back to the bar nursing a light drink on the counter. His attention more so set on seeing the power of Ouroboros continue to grow right before his eyes. Wondering when the day would come when their influence took hold of the entire world and made it into something better. He held a great deal of pride for being able to be apart of it.

Through his wide spread gaze he caught Henri's golden halo through the crowd. Raising a hand hoping to get his attention. Eyes watching the demigod with new respect than might have been earned at first meet. Sure Henri had power, he saw that much on the training grounds. But now he'd seen just what that power could do. "Rumor has it you have the current high score for elven kills. Had I known that I might taken that last one for myself." Looking back to the bartender to pour his company a drink.

[peacockxprince]

With the festivities and thrills from the Silarinx celebration coming to a close, Henri relished in the tranquillity that followed. From his experience, such action-filled events often involved casualties of some sort. It was expected when fighting in a war. The fallen needed time to be remembered, which meant the entire camp was forced into some sort of mourning period. Yet no transition ever occurred in New Oylmpia. Everything functioned as normal, almost like the invasion and assassination attempt on Silas never even happened. Like the other locals, Henri decided to go about his daily business. What point was there to dwell on the past when they didn’t lose anyone to the enemy? In fact, the Ouroboros gained quite a handsome trophy after their triumph over the elven intruders. 

Speaking of which, Henri spotted the very same acolyte that put an end to the platinum-haired beauty and made him their prisoner. He returned Ronin’s wave and began to approach, dismissing Garret who placed a kiss to the back of his hand before leaving the two alone. The son of Hera took the vacant seat next to his fellow demigod and ordered a fruity cocktail to sip on. “I’ll gladly accept the praise,” he replied, beaming at Ronin’s words. “Yet you claimed the finishing blow to our enemy.” A feat Henri wished he himself accomplished and added to his resume. “You put on quite an impressive performance. Admittedly better than my own, I must say.”

[crocblooded]

@peacockxprince location: eden shops, day after event

Zai needed to get out. His wounds had mostly healed, but his ego remained bruised after all that had transpired. Taking a hint from Henri who had no trouble spending his soul coin on creature comforts, he joined him at the shops to have a proper look around.

The usually brash mutant was trying to overcome feelings of inadequacy among his far more experienced magic users. Demigods who wore the title for years, even decades longer than him. Perhaps he wasn't ready to take to the training grounds, but doing something quite human like shopping could help him realize his pride again.

"Now that's a shiny thing." Zai smirked while approaching a big case holding a giant golden jewel. It was listed for 110 soil coins. "One day, I'll be able to afford that--and anything else I set my sights on." After a beat, he turned to Henri and asked, "Is this how the golden flowers in that Elysium place looked?"

[peacockxprince]

The Silarinx event wasn’t exactly what Henri imagined it would be. He didn’t expect their home to be breached by elves all seeking to assassinate the Dark King. Then again, he supposed every safe haven faced threats of dangers and invaders. He couldn't count the number of times his previous camp in Norway was assailed by uninvited guests. In the end, New Olympia has prevailed. Silas proved a mere arrow wouldn’t fell him so easily and the acolytes captured a pet ripe for interrogation and different manners of torture.

He was surprised to find Zai at his door the following day. Even more so to be invited by the Egyptian demigod to go shopping out in Eden. Never one to refuse retail therapy, Henri happily agreed. He didn’t particularly need anything, especially after his most recent haul on the first day. However, his wardrobe could never have enough clothes. He was more so amused by Zai going around the different shops and purchasing things to treat himself with. Seems Henri’s royal spending habits have rubbed off on the taller blonde.

Leaning closer, Henri looked at the golden jewel through the glass casing in absolute awe. Sadly, even their combined budgets wouldn’t be enough to buy the extravagant treasure. “That’s fucking right, mate! You deserve it all,” he remarked with a wide grin. Was Henri a bit of an enabler? Perhaps a little, but he truly believed in the value of fulfilling one’s material desires. The son of Hera shook his head at the following question. “Can’t even compare. Those flowers are legendary. Nothing in the mortal realm can match such beauty.” He found a comfy bench to sit on and motioned for Zai to join him. “How are you doing, by the way? That elf did a number on you and Ronin back at the fight.”

[illbeyouridle]

starter for @peacockxprince location: Eden

Vincent had snuck himself behind the bar counter in an attempt to make his own concoction of booze and magical elixirs. Of course, it wasn't his most cleverest idea, but the son of Agape was in need of a drink. He was probably in need of other kinds of distraction as well, but liquor seemed to be the most available of them tonight. He thought he would have snuck himself out from the bar counter before finding himself face to face with the son of Hera and fellow Acolyte, Henri.

"Hey! Almost crashed into you there." Vincent says in a surprised tone. He places the bottles onto the empty bar counter beside them. "Perfect timing actually, I was hoping to show someone my drink making skills." He smiles warmly at the fellow demigod before fishing a glass from under the bar counter. "And it wouldn't hurt to have someone to drink with. How are you handling all this so far? Being part of the chosen few, the possibility of getting a seat in the dark court?" Vincent continues to say as he effortlessly mixes and presents it in front of Henri.

[peacockxprince]

Long gone were the days Henri enjoyed the euphoria and bliss that came from alcohol. After spending what felt like an eternity in Elysium, partaking in the revelry of the afterlife with various legendary champions – drinking himself to inebriation simply lost its appeal. Still, Henri was happy to dance and enjoy the festivities so graciously provided by the Dark Court. Not to mention engage with all the gorgeous men with hardly any clothes on. Why allow so many beautiful creatures to go home without the pleasure of his company?

A few dances involving great amounts of groping and grinding later, Henri worked up quite the thirst. For some bizarre reason, finding water proved to be a challenge as he traversed the sea of intoxicated individuals. After a while, he had no choice but to chug down two cups of a mysterious liquid with a hint of ambrosia. He let out a loud yelp as another acolyte appeared and began the process of making him another beverage. “Nearly killed me there, mate. You’re like a brick wall,” the queen’s child remarked with an amused chuckle and playfully rubbed his nose as if in pain. He sighed exasperatedly at the offer and shrugged. “Ah, why the hell not. Pretty sure I’ll be paying for this in the morning anyways.” Henri was about to down his drink when he decided to address the following question instead. “I’m vying for that spot, most definitely. This place is a lot different from the camp I was a part of. But in a good way, of course.”

[orxngehues]

" True, but hasn't Silas brought demigods back from the dead or was that just another rumor I heard." While the tragedy of his camp weighed heavy on his soul, there was certain campers that had more importance to Percy than others, he wished that one day he would get to see them again, what did the afterlife look like to these Gods, did they still go to The Underworld? Only time will tell and Percy didn't plan on dying any time soon. Regardless, Percy simply roll his eyes at the remark on his muscles, his arms stretching out as they sat on the edge of the pool on either side of him, the water coming to halfway up his pecs. Percy wasn't one to beg for trust or to really even lobby for it, he showed others that they could trust him through his actions and inactions. " We're currently on the same side I would say, would be foolish to have it any other way," Percy was starting to think that the whole system was a bit wonky, how did a demigod get so lost as to try and sacrifice over a dozen demigods? How did the Greek Gods go on to allow this to happen, how did his own father lead him into this? " Ares, that's right, he very much has the War Demigod look upon him," And his lust for partners, much like Ares to his Aphrodite. " They're wonderful...but not...me," He admitted, not seeing the harm in being truthful, Puck did say they could change his room up if it wasn't to his liking," It's a bit clinical, in a haunted house kind of way, stone and darkness, I do enjoy my sun, my nature and wood, I lived in an abandoned theater for most of my life and then a cabin that looked like a theater...I have a theme," He chuckled, looking back to the sinking Henri. He was cute, like most if not all of the Demigods, and others here, " Just missing my usual nightly routines," Meeting up with his friends, like Dionysus, getting drunk and maybe fooling around, he didn't speak on it though, not knowing how he could handle talking about the camp, even if the Demigod of Dionysus was safe...hopefully, " I really need an edible too, not going to lie, I haven't been high in like a week."

[peacockxprince]

The man who held the title of Dark King remained as a powerful enigma to Henri for the time being. Silas was possibly the most powerful member of the court, but other than his appearance at commencement of the Silarinx Festival – he’s eluded the son of Hera. To further himself in New Olympia, Henri realized how important gaining the God of Dominion’s favor was. “I wasn’t aware Silas also had the ability to resurrect the dead,” he replied and hummed a little in thought. “Makes sense, though. His husband is the reason I’m alive and I bet they all are incredibly adept at performing divine miracles.” Henri could only imagine the kind of talents these new deities possessed. The thought alone sent shivers down his spine.

It was difficult to say whether they were all on the same side or not. There was only one vacant position in the Dark Court, and a lone champion would rise to claim it. The others? Left to wallow in their defeat. Second place was something Henri simply refused to accept. So everyone else, he considered an enemy in his path to glory. “Regardless if you’re friend or foe, I welcome the company,” Henri spoke and casually shrugged his shoulders. He certainly wasn’t complaining about the view of the beautiful naked demigod in front of him. Not to mention, he had a soft spot for children of the sun. Both details, he kept to himself.

A light snort escaped him in the form of bubbles in the water floating to the surface. Deducing divine parentage was a lot easier for some demigods than others. Henri leaned forward slightly to speak. “Don’t tell me he carries a sword around everywhere and bathes in the blood of his enemies,” he teased, bringing a hand to brush back his hair. The child of the queen listened intently to Percy’s woes about the interior decoration of his bedchambers. Must be quite the change after spending so much time in a scrappy summer camp. Percy simply found beauty and comfort amidst the shoddy ambience of the place he once called home. An admirable trait, Henri had to admit. “Work your way up the ranks, and perhaps you can request an abode up top. I’m sure they’ll be willing to let you stay in a beach house or something.”

Why Percy wasn’t high to begin with certainly came as a surprise. The festival was brimming with all kinds of alcoholic beverages and drugs. “They had some at the dance, you know. Rumor has it Jinx puts nectar in her weed. I bet that’d be quite a trip.” Henri wanted his wits present for the days ahead, so he wasn’t going to be partaking. There was no telling what the Dark Court had in store for them and he planned on being prepared. The temptation to let loose was strong, however. “We could see if there’s any left and go back to our rooms. Maybe get to know one another a little better,” he offered and playfully winked at the son of Apollo.

[orxngehues]

Weren't they safe here? Back home they had a Guardian of the camp, watching over the grounds like a hawk, but who for was a mystery to Percy. He always thought it was for the forces of evil, monsters and New Olympia, but maybe it was for other Demigods trying to save them from the clutches of their leader, maybe it was New Olympia trying to save them. " I do feel we're safe here, I doubt Silas would think kindly of me if I attacked other Acolytes."

" Of Hera, well I'll be keen to keep a close eye on you, children of the Queen are not to be taken lightly," She may be the goddess that Zeus cheats on, but she had her own strengths and powers and she has certainly wreak her own havoc from time to time. He noticed the other's blushing and flustering, his first thought, of course, being to his naked body, sitting across from the other without much care that Henri saw him naked, but it could be something deeper than that. " I just got here actually, to New Olympia, I went down for a bit and ran into...Kane was his name?" He asked, wondering if this Acolyte knew the other, he wasn't even sure how many Acolytes there were, " My enjoyment will come this weekend once I am more settled in." Percy spread out in his seat, soaking into it some as he enjoyed the water, " If I can pull myself out of here though....fuck." He groaned, stretching out in his seat and rolling his head.

[peacockxprince]

After what he's been through, Henri felt justified for taking cautionary measures to make sure nobody meant him any harm. He was fortunate enough to avoid extreme paranoia and attack everything in sight who so much as looked at him the wrong way. Still, he couldn't help but remain vigilant and prevent another quick trip to the underworld if possible. "I'm sure there would be consequences, but by then I'd already be dead on the ground. I'm sure your muscles are for more than just showing off," he countered playfully.

A grin was given to showcase a level of pride towards his mother's reputation. Hera was a force to be reckoned with as history accounted for many times in the past. Henri was elated to have inherited her imposing traits to the point other demigods in New Olympia considered him worthy competition. "No, we're not to be messed with. However, we're also fiercely protective and loyal to our allies. I simply need to deduce which one you are." Appearances deceive, and Henri knew better than to trust handsome demigods so quickly. Even if staring at every inch of Percy's naked body proved to be exquisitely satisfying.

So Percy must be the newest recruit of the Dark Court. He had to wonder what journey the son of Apollo went through in order to get here. "I've heard of Kane. Child of Ares, if I remember correctly," the shorter blonde remarked, reclining further to a point the warm water reached his chin. "Having trouble settling in?" he asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Are the accommodations not to your liking?" Henri couldn't fathom anybody complaining about the luxurious rooms.

[orxngehues]

As Percy settled into life here, it was clear how drastically different from his camp. His cabin that he had at camp was warm and invite, the wood tones and sunlight, but even with Charlie's wonderful gift of sunlight in a box, which the demigod placed on his nightstand, usually having it open, his bedchambers certainly could use for a makeover. Still, Percy servant was nice enough to give the demigod a lay of the land, more or less, and suggested that if Percy wanted to relax some, the Grottos would certainly be the place for it. Taking him up on his offer, he had the servant fetch him some swimwear...it may have been a little tight, as well as a towel, before going on his search. It didn't take long to come across the Grotto and it was thankfully empty, except for one lone Demigod, it radiated off him like any other Demigod. He was in his own world and as Percy got closer, he saw the other's full outfit laying on the ground, he was in the buff. Not one to shy away him, Percy followed suit, the shirt and swimtrunks going as he walked over to the water, the water splashing around as he sunk himself into the warm water. The other noticed and after speaking up, Percy couldn't help but laugh, " Well, I am glad I am pretty enough not to get blasted," The demigod moved over, closer to the other so they could talk and he reached out a hand, " I am Percy, Son of Apollo," He wasn't sure if it was a custom greeting here as it was outside of New Olympia, he could possibly see the problem with it. " Is your night going well?"

[peacockxprince]

Setting the scepter back down, Henri lowered his guard once he realized no immediate danger was present. He couldn’t a hundred percent be certain that the other demigod didn’t intend to harm him. After all, there was no rule about taking out the competition early on in the game. Still, he was willing to take the chance in exchange for good company and the opportunity to acquaint himself with a fellow acolyte. Not to mention he was a sucker for pretty faces and looking at Percy while relaxing in the soothing waters served as a treat in itself. “We’ll need to see how far good looks get ya if you sneak up on me again,” Henri retorted with a devilish smirk.

Henri accepted the gesture and shook the other demigod’s hand. Instantly, he blushed at Percy’s introduction and felt a need to clear his throat. “Charmed, I’m sure. My name’s Henri, son of Hera.” The shorter blonde appeared visibly flustered all of a sudden, as if Percy struck a certain chord with him. He nodded, making an attempt to regain his composure. “Yes, my night’s been fantastic. The party made me a little tired is all,” Henri explained and let out a forced yawn. The festivities have certainly proved to be fun, but he grew tired of the drinking and dancing after a bit. Now, he simply wanted to go for a relaxing soak before making his way to bed. “Are you enjoying the celebrations?” he asked, hoping a little small talk would help alleviate his own self inflicted awkwardness in the conversation. 

[peacockxprince]

Location: The Grottos Closed Starter For: @xmaestrix

Having had his fair share of festivities for the night, Henri decided to retire and return to the catacombs. Unlike in Elysium, alcohol actually affected him in the land of the living – so he needed to watch his drinking. Besides, he wanted the various speeches from the three members of the Dark Court to remain fresh in his memory. The way they moved Henri and inspired him to aspire for greatness wasn’t something that should be easily forgotten in exchange for a hangover the next morning. Still, he made sure to partake in the celebration while keeping his wits intact. A few fruity beverages and a couple of dance partners later, Henri literally flew away from the crowd in hopes of finding a quiet spot to relax.

His search led him to a particular spot rumored to possess rejuvenating properties. Unashamed to strip down, Henri discarded his clothing and slipped into the soothing waters. He wasn’t physically exhausted per se, but his mind was racing and sleeping would prove difficult without attempting to relax beforehand. The child of the queen let out a pleased hum, his bare back pressed against a smooth rock as he allowed the Grotto to work its magic on him. Scepter always within reaching distance he narrowed his eyes at the sound of splashing nearby Henri didn’t particularly feel unsafe. However, he wasn’t going to allow anyone to gain the upper hand and sneak up on him either. The intruder turned out to be easy on the eyes, so Henri lowered his guard slightly as he welcomed the other’s company. “Nearly blasted you to bits there, mate. You’re lucky you’re pretty.” He grinned, watching as the stranger approached. 

[roninoftheblacksand]

It wasn't hard to spy on the golden beauty so wrapped in the flex of his new power. Ronin grateful for his distracted attention that allowed him to watch at a distance as he had all other new recruits. Not a mentor or looking to be their guide into the fold. For him it was purely eyeing the competition and seeing what worth or risk they had to his goal. Granted, just the sheer force of his power would not be enough to impress. Easy to crack the sturdy wood of a defenseless practice dummy. Ronin noted the power but would reserve his true evaluation for what he saw of the new acolyte outside of the island's protection. With steps timed in stride with the newbies' breathes he slithered closer, as silent as shifting sand, until their bodies collided.

His face was stone and held no emotion at first glance, eyes still sharply taking in this Henri down to the lines of his face. Then came the smile so well trained it felt as natural as any other. "That's was the whole point. If you had I would need to work on my stealth." He winked. His branded left hand reached out to keep Henri in place, a shake of Ronin's head spilling a couple loose curls over his brow. "Please, no need to leave on my account. Would you deny your adoring new fan a chance to see what else you can do?" Charm, was it genuine or just another trained skill? Sometimes not even Ronin could tell. "Ronin, as pleasure Henri. If you're game I could offer a better target to practice against." A soft chuckle following his words. "Not me, of course..." Nodding to the open field as three mounds of black sand took shape at different ranges and started moving from one spot to the next at Ronin's will. "...moving targets are always better in my opinion."

[peacockxprince]

Similar to the denizens of the camp he was once with in Norway, the acolytes in New Olympia also had divine blood running through their veins. Each one possessed a set of abilities either passed down from godly parentage or awakened by members of the dark court. Henri was admittedly impressed by how effectively the other demigod snuck up behind him. Ronin hadn’t made a sound whatsoever as he approached, a feat no normal mortal was able to accomplish. Even the chosen son of Artemis who was renowned for his stealth couldn’t compare. Setting his amazement aside, he proceeded to acquaint himself with Ronin. Best to know the competition early than be surprised later on when it was most important. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he remarked, happy to give praise to the deserving. “Are you able to fly? I swear, your feet didn’t make a single sound.” Perhaps an excuse Henri used to justify his failure to notice in the first place. He was also interested in finding out if Ronin would entertain him and reveal his additional powers.

Emerald eyes wandered to the placement of the Ouroboros symbol on Ronin’s hand. Easily seen, unlike the tattoo on Henri’s chest. Luckily, the child of the queen enjoyed keeping his shirt partially unbuttoned so prying eyes would be able to spot it with a little bit of determination. “The pleasure’s all mine. I was starting to fear the other acolytes prefer to be elusive,” he stated with another chuckle. Not that he could exactly blame them. In a setting like New Olympia, keeping secrets would prove beneficial. “I’d never even think about hurting such a handsome face,” the blonde retorted, gaze then drifting to the direction Ronin motioned towards. His ears perked up at the offer and the sight of black sand amalgamating to form figures. Henri spun the scepter in his hands, happily taking the challenge. “Much appreciated, mate. Better than practicing on trainers, I suppose,” he quipped, already preparing to send a bolt of energy at one of them. Just as he did before, Henri decimated his selected target. He followed with a secondary blast, taking out another. The third was possibly his best shot, which exploded in an array of bright colors akin to the feathers of a peacock. “Bloody satisfying, I tell ya,” Henri spoke, adrenaline causing his thick Australian accent to surface. 

[peacockxprince]

Location: Training Grounds Closed Starter For: @roninoftheblacksand

The boons given to him by the God of Heavens after taking a bite of his sacred fruit were incredible, to say the least. Henri has never felt such power surge within him, only to escape in the form of destructive beams of energy with but a simple point of his index finger. Safe to say, he absolutely decimated a section of the training grounds meant for practicing long distance attacks. It felt good to be a dominant force in the battlefield, compared to the more supportive role he played back at his old camp. Henri had to admit, he hated standing idly by and cheering on the frontliners through buffing abilities. He wanted to be part of the action and blow things up, even from afar. The Dark Queen was generous enough to make that happen and grant his wishes. 

Letting out a heavy exhale, Henri decided to finish up and wipe the sweat forming on his forehead. He didn’t want to hog the area should anyone else want to work on their target practice. So far, he’s ascertained most if not all the other acolytes preferred to fight in close range. Henri liked to think that put him at an advantage, but he’d be next to useless when the enemy closes the distance between them. Speaking of which, Henri audibly gasped when he turned around only to find someone standing in front of him. He chuckled nervously and flashed a smile. “Remind me to work on my perception skills. I didn’t hear you approach.” Henri was thankful a blade wasn’t pressed against his neck. A possible scenario he was sure would likely occur were the circumstances slightly different. “I’m Henri, by the way. I’ll be out of your hair if you want a go.” 

[crocblooded]

For all Zai could say about the Dark Knight, there still wasn't much. The God was a mystery like all the others. It was a good thing he could be patient. Whatever came next from the Dark Court had to be big. The demigod before him seemed to assume his special introduction was some advantage. Zai was content keeping it that way and shot him a cheeky smirk to close the matter.

Food arrived at an ideal interval. Zai wiped both palms together, ridding of any fried foods dust before shoving his hands into jacket pockets. His guise of glowing cheerfulness muted for the moment as he listened and studied the other. While Henri spoke of his supposed envy and ordinary appearance, all of which sounded disingenuous for a man who went to hell for a superiority complex, he wondered what filled those large shopping bags. Perhaps a crown or a monster costume.

Hearing of the other's appreciation for the food did warm the delinquents heart a bit. He went to bed hungry quite often throughout his life. Food wasn't something to take for granted. "Yeah, greatness and destiny... and whatever." Zai set the wholesome thought aside and reached out toward the bags with his tail. His slight of hand served him well and the nearest bag was plucked up by his tails end, brought to his lap, and unceremoniously dumped of it's contents on the table.

"Aw, baby face," Zainab attempted a silly swoon in return. "'far as I'm concerned... we're inseparable now." But Henri was right, he shouldn't have expected generosity from the competition--or a brash criminal with a devilish grin. Zai preoccupied himself by piecing through the bags contents. "Aphro-whatta?" Admittedly, he wasn't schooled in, well, much of anything. Least of all Greek mythos. More a street smarts or a fake it till you make it type.

At the surprising query, Zainab saw an opportunity. To have a bit of fun at another's expense. "You want tips?" He gently smirked, vampire-like fangs evident behind those smooth lips. "Ask the acolyte named Ronin. ... Freaky what a natural he was, but I think you gotta be part-masochist to really enjoy."

He looked at Henri, carefully, and spoke in an intimate, but warning tone. Differing from his obnoxious persona so far. "I'm not generous... or gentle... if that's your thing."

[peacockxprince]

Gaining favor with all four members of the Dark Court would prove beneficial in his goals. He originally thought having a strong connection with Károlos was enough, but that may not be the case. Luckily, charisma was his strong suit and Henri knew how to create rapport with others easily. Whether or not his appeal works on actual gods, he was determined to find out. If Κόρινθος was as every bit as bloodthirsty and savage as the rumors say, the child of the queen realized he needed to step his brutality up a bit to compete. Henri had the right motivation. Now he simply must put it into action.

It was no wonder so many people were punished for gluttony. Over consumption of food and drink damaged the body over time but was a luxury only a select few could afford. Here in Eden, they seem to encourage everyone to partake in a sin or two. Henri was delighted to oblige, especially after being completely void of human hunger for so many years in the Underworld. Sinking his teeth into succulent meat and fatty starches was a delicious treat he took for granted until now. So, finishing his plate in only a matter of minutes hardly came as a surprise. He reclined with a satisfied sigh and set his utensils down. “Believe me when I say I’m typically more proper during dinner. Alas, I’m making up for the last five years I spent in the fields of Asphodel,” Henri explained and wiped his lips clean of any residue left from the meal with a napkin.

He blinked in mild shock as Zai plucked one of his shopping bags. Henri didn’t show any irritation, simply surprise as a few polo shirts, a couple pairs of denim jeans, and colorful underwear landed on the table. “I don’t think we’re the same size, darling,” the shorter blonde teased, grinning in amusement. “If you need to borrow a jockstrap, I could simply take you shopping to the fun store I discovered. Call it my treat for the pleasure of your company.” He moved a leg to defend his other purchases should Zai pull the same trick twice.

The legendary stories of the Olympians didn’t reach every corner of the world, it would seem. He was baffled Zai knew not of the beautiful Aphrodite and the historic bloodshed she caused. Then again, perhaps his divine parentage kept him within the close circles and watchful eyes of the Egyptian gods only. “Nevermind. I simply ask you not to underestimate your opponents,” Henri remarked and allowed the same server to whisk his dishes away. “Even those with baby faces,” he added and shot a wink over in Zai’s direction. Sure, Henri wasn’t the most intimidating compared to the other acolytes. But that fact alone came with its own set of dangers.

Was Henri going to refuse free information about his competition? Absolutely not. He leaned in as Zainub mentioned the name of an acolyte who supposedly showed a penchant for fangs and other freaky shenanigans. So, Ronin’s a bit of a masochist. Duly noted. “I’ll have to say hello at some point. Perhaps he can demonstrate how to properly kiss you without cutting my lips on your teeth.” As a prince in his own right, Henri admitted enjoying a thorough pampering from his lovers as opposed to a rougher treatment. “I had a feeling you were neither. It’s a good thing I’m rather durable.”

[toobusybeingdelulu]

oh, you have got to be kidding me.

[crocblooded]

Another snort as he chucked the bone into the box to join other remains. "'don't go knocking on the Dark Knight's door then." He would warn while reclining back to sip his drink. As if an invisible force nudged him through a whisper, Zai glanced up with a nod and added, "Though, if I remember right, it would be in your best interest to pay a visit."

He came out of the fabled arsenal dripping in sweat, all from heat. The only plunge taken was entirely mental. A hellish vision with a red sky mirroring a redder ocean. Excess gore and endless screams--followed by the peaceful quiet. "Wasn't born with 'em." Zai informed. Lips still stretched in a cheshire cat grin against the straws edge that was bent from being chewed. Alexandra locals fueled by cultural superstitions back home surely would have beaten such a mutant child to death in their own livingroom. "In a man, out a monster, but... have to admit, I don't mind the innards matching the out-ards."

Time would tell what modification claimed this stranger upon realizing his power. For what Zai could tell, it frustratingly lingered beneath the surface and beyond his prying eyes. The man looked quite... untampered with. Perfect. Even while taking a simple order and speaking of clawing his way out of the Underworld in nearly the same breath. The Underworld, which was actually real. A novice, hearing such impossible tales from Corinth and now this man--he could only take their word for it. "Hubris?" His eyes showed a glint. "So you have an understanding of suffering... and eyes on that Rook throne."

He was leaned forward now, drawn in by their conversation, but the other's request for guidance physically repelled Zai. "'don't teach, short stuff. You'll have to watch and learn... 'n get with the program." After such a request, he chuckled to himself and looked the other up and down. A survivor, but yet a savage. What would his let loose look like? Zai visibly winced. "Your mild manners and good looks will keep all the kiddies from scattering when we arrive... 'least." His own appearance did no such favors.

[peacockxprince]

His interest was further peaked when Zainab alluded to having a close connection to the Dark Knight. Henri’s eyes twinkled with captivation, growing to almost the size of dinner plates upon hearing such important information. So, the Inner Circle served as patrons for the other demigods as well. Meaning his competition also possessed some sort of edge over him. Admittedly, Henri was irked and wished he deduced the fact sooner. He made sure to strengthen his own bond with the God of Heavens and level the playing field. “Indeed, it would. Who knows, perhaps I’ll even be his new favorite after I stop by for a visit,” Henri teased, letting a playful smirk tug on his lips.

Apparently, a physical metamorphosis took place when Zainab encountered the Dark Knight. He’s never seen anyone undergo such a drastic transformation upon having their divine blood activated. Then again, Henri hasn’t met a demigod outside of Olympian ancestry. Perhaps the process varies from each pantheon. He listened intently to the Egyptian’s mildly vague depiction and nodded. “All of us are monsters in our own right. Why else would we be here?” Henri remarked, beaming slightly when the server returned with his plate of food and a cold drink. “I must confess, I’m rather envious. Signs of my divinity are a lot tamer compared to yours. I look like any other ordinary mortal,” the shorter blonde stated with a huff, visibly appalled by the matter. Although, he was certain his appearance would change after ascending to godhood. Henri need only get to that point.

Australians thoroughly enjoyed their steaks, and Henri was no exception. However, compared to his new acquaintance – Henri ate in a dignified manner. Why let silverware go untouched, especially when devouring such a giant slab of meat. “I can’t tell you how much I missed the taste of real food.” Having an appetite again took some getting used to, but he welcomed the feeling of succulent flavors gracing his tongue once more. A chuckle escaped him at Zainab’s question. “Darling, I didn’t come here to simply ogle all the beautiful men and dream about my apotheosis. Like you, I believe I’m destined for greatness and deserve no less.” 

Henri wiped his lips with a napkin before proceeding to grin. “What a shame. Here I thought we’d get to spend a lot of time together.” The queen’s child feigned dissatisfaction through a pout and took a sip of his drink. “No matter, I shouldn’t have expected generosity from the competition.” He sighed, eyeing Zainab for a bit and then taking in his crocodilian features. “Mild manners and good looks often get you far. Some might even call them deadlier than a sword. Just look at Aphrodite and the Trojan War.” Henri retorted with another smirk. “Tell me, how does one kiss a ravishing demigod with fangs? I’m rather curious,” he spoke, wondering if Zainab would entertain his question.

[crocblooded]

Catching the other off-guard brought Zai a fleeting sense of joy. He didn't try to stifle a short laugh. Eyeing the other as he squinted with glee. The demigod had a confident stride and evidently made a dent in the shops above ground. Such little trouble spending the hallowed soul coin. Zainab wondered if this pretty face was a native of this world he was still learning about. The Australian accent did make him seem more earthling-y.

"'call me Zai." Zai's tail curled back while the other shuffled to kindly take a seat. "'better than the fire and brimstone that greeted me on arrival, but that was more an orientation." The blonde teased, though the scenery had been rather hardcore aesthetic. He only feared for a half-second that he ended up in a place he never believed in; Hell.

His eyes followed the trail of Henri's fell gaze, settling atop his peck where the Ouroboros was plain to see. He wondered if it would be hidden next time he saw him or popped shirts were just his thing. "Uhuh, what was that like?" Zai pried, with a raised eyebrow. He took a bite of chicken and there was a snap sound as he cleanly tugged cartilage from bone. Not leaving a sliver of meat behind. He shook his head after disapprovingly before swallowing.

"No time." He groaned with a sigh, dreading being bored, but was pleased his new company indulged him regardless. So he made an accusation in order to sooth his internal angst. "You think acting like a savage is a bad thing."

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During his time at the half-blood camp in Norway, Henri was exposed to a myriad of different magical creatures. Some straight out of fairy tales like the Pegasi and centaurs. Others more nightmarish such as the giant cyclops and rabid gnolls. Still, he’s never seen anyone quite like Zai before. Crocodiles weren’t common animals found in Greece, hence why there weren’t many stories about them – if any. He was willing to hazard a guess that Zainab’s divine ancestry hailed further south, to the desert kingdom where most of the Olympians took refuge when the monster Typhon attacked. 

“Charmed, I’m sure,” he replied, without revealing his own name for the time being. Henri’s ears perked up at the mention of fire and brimstone. He wasn’t aware of any orientation before coming here, and the fear of a hazing ritual crept inside him. “Can’t say I look forward to being potentially burned alive,” the queen’s child remarked with a slight grimace. Henri couldn’t exactly say he was the most durable like the other demigods. A fact he refused to disclose this early. Afterall, everyone else was considered competition. They all were vying for the same position, and showing any signs of weakness was unwise. “Looks like you fared well, though. Those scales give you an extra layer of protection, I take it?” he inquired, admittedly fascinated by Zai’s anatomy.

Henri motioned for a waiter to come over and take his order. He’s been feeling quite peckish after his shopping spree. A decent meal and good drinks would do him a lot of good. “For one, I was killed by an evil goddess for my supposed hubris and spent what felt like an eternity in the depths of the Underworld,” the shorter blonde claimed with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. Granted, he wasn’t tortured in the bottom most layer of Tartarus. Still, he couldn’t exactly call the fields of Asphodel a paradise in the afterlife. “Fought tooth and nail to get back, so here I am.” He smiled ever so casually, chin resting on the palm of his hand. 

“In a place like this, I think they encourage us to be savages,” he retorted, happy to partake in some carnage himself. “Maybe you can give me some pointers. The last group I was with frowned on brutality. I’m glad I can finally let loose here.”

[peacockxprince]

Location: Bedchambers. Open To: Tops and Bottoms Anyone.

When given the permission to choose their own rooms, Henri didn’t waste a single second before rushing past the crowd to pick the very best one. Real estate rules emphasized the importance of location, and Henri wanted to be in a prime position to ensure his journey to godhood was met with as little inconvenience as possible. That meant his bedchambers had to be elite and surpass all expectations. Down a long corridor, he found a space much to his liking. Unfortunately, another demigod was clearly in front of him with the very same idea. Refusing to be bested this early on in the game, Henri utilized his newest unique ability and vanished in a puff of multi-colored smoke. Quicker than the blink of an eye, Henri reappeared and claimed the space as his own. He sat on the chair with a smug grin, glass of whiskey in hand. “To the early bird goes the worm. Sorry, darling. Better luck next time.” 

[gennsoup]

"I died, and you carried me. I gambled, and you covered my bet. You kept the faith, and were the instrument of both my vengeance and my grace."

Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

[crocblooded]

Eden was alive. As if summoned by the Dark Court itself, mortal followers swarmed the clubs, restaurants and streets. Driven to entertain the newest troop of acolytes to arrive. Zai could pick the chosen few out by their scent. The magical blood they each shared in a sense coursing within. Sweetened after exposing their flesh to the hot iron brand.

While perception remained one of his superpowers, attention strayed to the pack of fries and box of chicken before him. He snacked casually without batting an eye. With or without the Dark Bishops special wakey-wakey elixir, Zai was drawn to the late to early hours. The fun. The pleasure. The potential for violence.

Sensing a demigod close by, Zai's crocodile tail whipped into the aisle instinctively. Blocking the soul who either wished to pass or address him personally. "Welcome to Pleasure Island." Zai offered a cutting grin, both green eyes practically glowing with delight. "'least that's what I would've called it.

You couldn't be the squeamish type..." Zai suggested. Anyone who took such branding like a champ deserved some credit. "but can you chat about blood and guts over a meal?"

[peacockxprince]

So much has happened to the world since the short span of time Henri was in the underworld. New technology, fashion, and ideologies he never imagined before have taken over. Never one to miss out on the latest trends, Henri perused the streets of Eden in search of popular gadgets and accessories. He couldn't exactly fathom why headphones, a new mobile device, and a fancy water bottle cost so much damn money — but they certainly brought him a sense of belonging.

Shopping bags in hand like he was the main character in a mythical version of Sex and the City, Henri made the most of his new chapter in the paradise known as Eden. The small camp he took residence in for almost a year simply couldn't compare. Henri had to admit, the Dark Court certainly had great taste. From the stores, bars, and restaurants all around — Henri felt as though he were in some sort of magical safe haven with a never ending nightlife that made even Vegas look pitiful.

Just as he made the trek back to the underground catacombs to get some rest, Henri was startled to find a large tail stop him dead on his tracks. The surprise was enough to cause him to stumble but he used his newest ability to prevent himself from falling down completely. "You the welcoming comity, mate?" he asked, slightly peeved made evident by his thick Australian accent surfacing. The shorter demigod straightened up and eyed the reptilian stranger in front of him in curiosity.

Henri floated over to the vacant seat and sat down. "I've been through worse," he replied with a shrug, eyeing the still fresh tattoo through his unbuttoned shirt. "Over a meal, no. I'm not that big of a savage yet. But I'll get there, don't ya worry."

[peacockxprince]

Back, and Better than Ever

Name: Henri Kallisti

Age: Twenty Three

Birthdate: July 27

Zodiac: Leo

Height: 5'6

Sexuality: Homosexual

Gender & Pronouns: CIS Male & He/Him

Deity Connection: Son of Hera, Queen of the Gods

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Ouroboros: Below collarbone, on his left pectoral muscle above the heart.

BIO: ask and find out xoxo