Hera's Rage

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Challenges 

Challenge 1: Playlists

Challenge 2: Family

Challenge 3: Hostages

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☯️ + ⚔️

☯️ - Archetype 5: The Seeker/Warrior

⚔️- Neutral Evil

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hcphacstus‌:

“Yeah, one sec.” A cursory pat to one of his many pockets revealed a non-descript lighter, plastic and cheap but always get the job done. Despite Hephaestus’s pyromanical profession, he wasn’t a big collector of lighters. Didn’t see anything worth splurging on a Zippo for, really. He passed it to Hera not long after the discovery, then proceeding to take a long drag from his own cigarette. “Uhh…I dunno what to tell ya, darlin’. I guess this is what they call being human, right?” He smiled, looking off into the distance as he listened to Hera, turning his attention back after he was done with the puff. “The French are glitzy, I’ll give ‘em that. Know how to make anything fancy. You know, they’ve got a dessert thing made from profiteroles? Profiteroles! They call it a cromqumbuche, but you and I both know what that sounds like.”

Hera nodded her head in silent gratitude, her way of thanking him again. Her thumb flicked over the lighter, causing the flame to leap out, and she raised it to the cigarette before inhaling to light the end before handing the lighter back to Hephaestus. She closed her eyes as the nicotine hit her lungs. It had been a while since she had smoked. She rarely missed it, until moments like this where she had already caved. “There’s no time to panic. Count me out” she responded, her tone deadpan, but not serious. She let out the smoke in a billowing puff of air, tapping the cigarette to knock off the ash. This time, she couldn’t hold back a laugh. “In a costume jewellery sort of way, sure. I always thought Italy was where the true glamour was. I never did look good in Chanel.” She paused for a moment. Hera considered herself fairly cultured- she had travelled the world, after all- but she had no idea what a cromqumbuche was. “Aren’t profiteroles desserts themselves? So like, a second dessert?” 

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🎉💟

🎉 - The mom

💟 - Kuudere

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🎨 💖

🎨 - the scream

💖 - Acts of service

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Kuudere

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🎨, 😈

🎨 - The Scream

😈 - The Evil Queen

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🧙

Ravenclaw

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the day was finally upon them and, honestly, dio was feeling pretty good about it. she didn’t think she’d be the one making all the difference during the heist or anything, but she didn’t think she’d be the one taking down the team. whatever the team and zeus asked of her, she knew she could do. she might have been the new kid coming into this but she wasn’t the loose cannon. she wasn’t the one who was going to ruin this. pouring herself another glass, she grinned and laughed to herself. this might have been the most confident she’d ever felt since getting here and she should have been the most nervous. “it’s all happening…sometimes it’s hard to believe.” she mumbled, tearing her eyes from the stars above her to look at the person next to her. “cheers to our future, no matter what happens.

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Hera turned her gaze to Dionysus, a small smirk betraying her amusement at the younger woman’s words. She had her reservations about her, given her lack of experience, but hoped against hope that she would prove her wrong, for all their sakes. If they pulled this off, it would be hell of a first time out. “I know exactly what you mean,” Hera said, arranging one of her braids so it wasn’t in her face. “It always feels a bit like that until it actually begins, for me.” She admitted, more to herself than to Dionysus. She hadn’t thought much about the future, having been so consumed with the heist. For a moment, she allowed herself to be optimistic. “Cheers. Let’s hope it’s a good one.” 

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Inertia wasn’t something Artemis was a fan of; although she loved relaxing as much as the next guy, her life had been a growing snowball of an event after event after event —- a snowball that eventually rolled her over and got her ass thrown in jail. Despite the unfortunate ending, Artemis welcomed chaos with open arms so when they were told to get their affairs in order and do what they needed to do before leaving the house, the sharpshooter wasted no time. With a very short list of belongings that were meant to be packed, she was done as soon as she had begun —- the only thing left was to lay some sort of surprise for the next unwanted guests; pigs were pigs, no matter what country they were from, after all. 

Artemis was sitting down on the couch, her mind racing with ideas after ideas, each one worse than the last ( at least in nature ). Footsteps shuffling brought her focus back to reality. “All packed?” Lara began, her eyebrow quirking up as a devious thought crossed her mind, “Don’t tell me you’ve been crying in the bathroom about leaving this place.” It was a tease, spoken before she took a sip of her beer. She would not be prepared if the answer was anything but what she expected.

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Hera was restless. Caught in a strange limbo, she had been ready to go for far longer than was necessary, and with little else to do, all she had to do was double and triple-check to ensure nothing was going to go awry. It was clear some were taking things far more seriously than others, and so she had made it her job to pick up their burden for them. 

Stumbling across Artemis in the living room wasn’t an entire surprise. With so many people in the villa, an unoccupied room was a rarity as it was. At the sharpshooter’s words, Hera felt her brows raise, and she turned to face her more fully. “All done- unless you have some urgent news that needs my attention,” she responded with a shrug. Her mouth quirked up in the corners in a rare smile. “Absolutely. I’m considering going AWOL so I can sneak back in when you all leave,” she said, drolly. 

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aphrcdiitcs‌:

Aphrodite, who’d been doing this for over half her life, didn’t like having her ability being questioned. She also wasn’t a huge fan of his interaction, nor did she approve of being talked down to so highly. However, she wasn’t one to bring out the claws so she just watched Hera step in, taking a bite of her pasta, being sure to slurp extra loud. After chewing until her food was gone, she watching Hera move carefully. “Things are real now.” She looks around her room. “Pretty sure they were last week too, unless I missed a lapse in the simulation.” She gives Hera a sweet smile. “I have no issue against tyranny, you know. Some leaders don’t need respect just force and that’s totally fine..” She takes another loud slurp of her pasta. “Nothing to be ashamed of.” She restates, slurping more.

“Cute,” was all Hera said in response. She had always kept things professional in her interactions, and although her patience was already wearing thin with Aphrodite, she wouldn’t rise to the bait the other woman was laying down- even if her own passive-agressiveness had led them to this. If being a smartass made her feel good about herself, she could knock herself out, as far as Hera was concerned. “What makes you think I care about being respected?” she asked, with a quirk of her eyebrow. She wasn’t here to make friends with anybody. Being liked wasn’t at the top of her to do list, and she had nothing to prove. What Aphrodite thought of her, or her leadership style, was none of Hera’s concern. “As long as you do what you’re supposed to and don’t make things difficult, I don’t particularly care about much else. I’m not here to hold your hand and give you a gold star for participation.” 

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mastermind-zeus‌:

Zeus was pensive, combing through the work he had been doing. He needed someone vulnerable, with some importance. If it was a higher up like a manager or an overseer in a department people would fight like hell for them back. Anything under the radar like an entry-level job position, no one would care and barge in on them. No, he needed someone in that perfect sweet spot to keep people in their place. At least if that plan didn’t work, he had plan C. Which was putting his fall guy in place. “And was everything accounted for?” He asked, his voice stern with little to no emotion. Zeus was never one to smile, but he did try to show some sort of friendship with Hera was around. She had helped him through his rough times, and she was in this scheme until the end. Her loyalty (friendship) had to be acknowledged in his own twisted way. “I’m having back ups to my back ups,” He began automatically assuming she knew what he was thinking. Zeus sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose, “I want to grab a hostage. That way if things go wrong. We have a bargaining chip.” Zeus slid the laptop over to her to get a good look at some of the Facebook tabs he had open on different people. 

Closer to him now, Hera cast her eyes over the plans surrounding him, glancing between the papers and the computer screen to put together the pieces. As much as she was a ‘doer’, she didn’t do things by halves. For as long as she had known, she had been meticulously detailed-orientated. She had gone over the villa with pinpoint-precision, correcting everything that needed attention. The fact he had to ask was almost laughable. “It is now,” she responded, with a small nod of her head. Her brows furrowed as she listened to him explain the new branch of the plan. She could almost feel a migraine coming on as she thought over how to link it in with everything they already had going on. “It wouldn’t hurt to have a back up plan, I suppose,” she conceded. “Does it make sense to make things more complicated this late in the game?” It wasn’t that she necessarily thought grabbing a hostage was a bag idea. More than anything, she was playing devil’s advocate with him, trying to force him to justify his logic to make sure it made sense. “Do you have anybody in mind?” 

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mastermind-zeus‌:

In the late hours, Zeus had a hard time sleeping. It was the darkness it invaded every corner of the villa and constantly reminded him of his demons. He didn’t want to see the ghosts lurking in the corners of the room. Instead he would rather work on things for the heist, and ensure that they get this done. The heist was a lot of things to a lot of people he didn’t really care about, but to him it meant a chance to repay for everything he had done. Still he was going through different names on a notepad he had scribbled down, and gotten from Hades. They needed a Hestia and he wanted to make sure it was the right person. With a printer next to him, stacks of papers, and the internet. Zeus went to work on looking up different people inside the Mint. Zeus rubbed his eyes when he heard Hera step into the room. He looked over his shoulder, his darken eyes matched hers. “Why are you up?” He asked instead. “Shouldn’t you be asleep, getting ready?” 

“I could say the same to you,” Hera pointed out, the right corner of her mouth lifting in half of a grin. She had expected little else. She had lost count of the amount of times she had seen him like this, pouring over plans, getting his ideas into some kind of order for her to bring to life. It was no surprise that sleep hadn’t found him yet. “I was just making sure everything is accounted for, that kind of thing.” She explained. She didn’t ask permission, instead entering the room fully and taking a seat. “What about you? What are you looking at?”

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spencersaville‌:

TRY AS HE MIGHT, he wouldn’t admit that he used being underestimated to his own advantage. everyone had something, and hell, he was good at making people think one thing about him while he was busy sussing them out. “ gotta kill time somehow until showtime, you know? ” he joked with a playful shrug. “ your confidence is surprisingly comforting. ” and hera’s question required hercules to give some considerate thought for a lingering moment. “ i mean, is it bad to say i’m doubtful of everything? not that i don’t believe in the cause, but i’m used to the rug being pulled out from under me, i guess in short. it doesn’t mean i don’t wanna be here. hope for the best and prepare for the worst, right? ”

Hera nodded, as though she was agreeing with him. “That’s true. Be careful, though. Wouldn’t want you to sleep through something important.” It was the closest she would get to chastising him- for now, at least. As long as he got himself into gear where it mattered most, it didn’t matter what else he did. “It’s not bad. I’d say it’s pretty good strategy to doubt most things. Keeps you sharp,” she responded, raising one shoulder in a shrug. “I’d be more suspicious if you weren’t taking that attitude.” Perhaps he was more on the ball than she had given him credit for.

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hcphacstus‌:

Hephaestus was entirely too relaxed, as if this was his element, being the socialiser. It couldn’t be further from the truth, even if he had spent weeks getting to know and train with the team. He even had the burned fingers and bruises to prove it. But there was something intriguing about Hera, and he wanted to get to know her. Call it inane curiosity, or an ulterior motive, Heph just wanted to see inside this woman’s head. He chuckled, and then shrugged. “I’m afraid in moments like these, my brain is a solid blank. All white noise and ambient scenery before my eyes, because my other option involves blind panic.” Patting his pockets for the box he kept on his person anyway, he produced it with a flourish. “Help yourself. She’s a nasty habit to kick, but she’s so worth it. Besides, have you seen the French? They smoke up chimneys and I envy that.”

Hera reached out, plucking a cigarette from the box with long fingers. “Thank you. Do you have a lighter?” She asked. As much as she found his behaviour questionable, given the fact there was so much to be done, she couldn’t deny it was somewhat of a calming influence on her, allowing her to cast her mental to-do list to one side even if only for a short while. She offered him a small smile, a rare display of outward amusement, the serious and stern outer shell cracking just a little. “I didn’t take you for the blind panic type,” she said, twirling the unlit cigarette between her fingers. “I think I read somewhere that the Greeks smoke more than the French. It seems more glamorous when you’re talking about the French, somehow. It goes with the whole stereotyped aesthetic.” 

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Do you have any bffs?

“Zeus and I have been friends for years. Other than him, I don’t really keep in touch long enough to be BFFs with most people.”