#azazel-mp

[mphecate]

This is my tantrum

continuation from here, for @azazel-mp

Being a regular in a establishment, came with a certain feeling of comfort and closeness to the staff of Minx and as much as she was known for her antics and short-temper, tipsy Hecate was much more tolerable to have around. However, with such bratty behaviour before her and from behind the bar counter, of all places, her less elegant manners surfaced easily.

"Is that so?" Hecate sat up, took her miniature version of her spell book and twirled her finger to cast a minor telekinesis spell and moved the bottles to pour herself a drink. "Even if you look adorable pouting like that, if you're on a break, go to the back room." She watched in amusement while her spell finished preparing the drink and soon her glass was full again.

She knew exactly the price of the item and moved her hand to place a bill onto the counter, in front of the demi-god. "Don't worry, I am no thief. Not of drinks at least." Hecate smiled widely, brighter than the occasion deserved but such as the effect of alcohol in her. "You're new here, boy. Hum, such attitude, let me guess… You're child of Ares. No… Maybe Susanoo?" Hecate had her fair share of encounters with demi-gods, and this time she had no other intentions but to entertain herself with his posture and features. “What should I call you, Mr. Tantrum?”

[raidenxmp]

Starter for: @azazel-mp​

His current human body wasn't the first one he used, but it was the one he felt more comfortable with so far and a blank canvas to nourish his creativity. The transition from being worshiped by the humans to living his life surrounded by them was hard for him, not because he looked down on them, but because he couldn't seem to fit in, for that reason, he decided to follow his mother, Izanami, and siblings to the island.

His drums became instruments and not just tools to create the most thunderous storms but they didn't seem to be enough to express himself. The first tattoo was a little taste, the second one was the downfall and little by little, he ran out fingers to count them all. He heard from someone that new people had come to the island, he decided to pay a visit to one of them. Raiden didn't greet them in the end but stared at their work for quite some time. That first glimpse of his ink work led him to another visit, this time, to have his work on his body. "I saw you the other day. The tattoo you did on the blonde guy. I want to see more of your designs." He half smiled.

[raidenxmp]

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Raiden scrunched his nose and spat some blood out of his mouth. The salty and metallic taste of it wasn't good. What a burden his human-like vessel was in certain situations.

When he straightened his back after bending to inhale some air (it was the most comfortable position to fill his lungs with air), he saw a slim figure that was impossible to mistake. Azazel had a point, they had seen each other a few times before, and he had was covered in blood. This time wasn't any different.

Believing in the chance of fate was becoming easier given the strange coincidences of their encounters. "Nice to see you again." Raiden smiled, holding his hands behind his back to hide the rest of the blood from his hands and the cut on his arm. His busted lip and the cut on his cheek should be enough for him to see. "Covered in blood? That's saying a lot. I have a little bit of blood but nothing to worry about."

@azazel-mp

[khonshu-mp]

❛I don't need your permission. ❜

His head bounced in agreement before shrugging. "No, that's certainly true, however if you want the best, you're gonna need it." Khonshu moved over and exposed the classic controllers - arguably the best controllers. "You can use that one, but it doesn't have the same feeling like these ones do." Waiting for the others response he sat down in the corner of the couch, wondering what the young one would pick.