#mpxpythia

[mpapollo]

Party Madness

@mpxpythia

Apollo was pleased with the amount of god/desses and demigod/desses that arrived to the party. They had a pile of presents in the corner growing to a large stack, all prettily wrapped. Plus, he had seen how the auction items all raised in their prices, one bid after another. He was sure that the donors would be pleased that their items faired as well as they were, and he knew it would help the hospital even more. Apollo felt he had a service to the hospital as it was named after his beloved son. 

With the party going so well, he finally found himself with a few moments of silence after performing his covers over some popular Christmas songs. Apollo, with this new freedom, went to go check on his Oracle. He knew she could handle herself, but it never hurt to check. He had spotted her several times throughout the night, smiles passed across the room. She had been as lovely as always tonight.  

So, he had slipped through the crowd to appear behind Pythia. “I must say. Of all the Oracles here tonight, you are definitely the most stunning.” Apollo compliments her, leaning closer so the noise did not take away from his words. “Unless you have any complaints, I would love a dance.”

[exmpchelsea]

♭ heroine

@mpxpythia

it’s all good and well to have found her father, as well as to have found him in a city that provides a lot of things for her to look at, to really get that travel experience in she’d been telling her fans about, but it’s a whole different thing to have been on the road looking for him for the past couple of months, travelling with the same few sets of clothes and not being able to wear something different even once.

so she’s now roaming the streets, desperately trying to find any brand stores she might recognise that she knows she’ll love the clothes from. sadly there are none, this entire place seemingly filled with puns and handmade clothing that is not exactly what she’s looking for and she definitely doesn’t have the skill to explain what she is looking for.

her saviour - or what she hopes to be her saviour - appears in the form of a beautiful young woman dressed in the prettiest dress she’s possibly seen to date and with all the bright-eyed conviction of someone who’s been talking to strangers for the past ten years of her life, she instantly rushes over to her.

“oh my god!” she exclaims as she’s approaching. “please tell me you speak english and then please tell me where you bought that dress because it is gor-geous and i am in desperate need of several new outfits to wear. i’ve worn the same three sets for the last four months and if i have to put these on for one more day i’m going to scream!”

[exmposiris]

[ lovey-dovey dumbass ]

@mpxpythia continued from here:

“Oh, is that so?” Pythia replied with a knowing smile, resting her chin in her hand as she watched him. She had a nose for gossip, so of course she knew that he was not actually a lovey-dovey dumbass (yet), but she did so love being playful with the island’s more amiable residents. Sometimes play-flirting was a nice way to pass the time.

“Don’t tell me someone has already stolen your heart so soon after your arrival. The island’s eligible ladies will be crushed!” She leaned in closer, as if they were sharing secrets. “Who’re you all lovey-dovey for, hm? Mind giving your favourite gossip queen the exclusive?”

she leans forward a little, resting her head in her hand, and he easily mirrors the movement. the smile is ever present on his face, a happy little thing to indicate how content he is to be sitting here, sharing wine and fruit with the oracle. wine and fruit that he had brought her. after all, he’d heard of her supposed beauty, of her knowledge of all things, and he was curious, of course. apollo’s oracle; who wouldn’t want to meet her?

he’d taken one step across the threshold of her temple, got one look at her, and every thought of trying to figure her out had left him. because pythia is a beautiful woman, and a beautiful woman in her position was bound to get treated with disrespect and plenty of subterfuge. he’s not been many women throughout his lifetime - not after that one, fateful life - but he’s been enough to know it’s hard enough already to be one without everyone you meet looking to use you for something.

and so he’d offered up the wine and the fruit in exchange for a conversation, and that is exactly what they’re having, especially when she leans in closer and asks him for the exclusive on who he’s got the hots for at this particular moment in time.

“why, my favourite gossip queen,” he says with some reverence and ample amusement. “when i sit here looking at one as wise and beautiful as you, where else could my heart lie than in your hands?” he reaches out to brush his fingers over the back of her hand, a gentle but respectful touch. “please be careful of it, it is easily bruised.” his smile lights up his features again after that, his hand moving to pluck one of the grapes off its stem, offering it to her first before he’d get one for himself as well.

[mpapollo]

Broken Doors

@mpxpythia

Apollo saw from the post that his oracle had finally returned, and he was quick to make his way to his temple. He had known she was on the way back for the last few weeks, and he had been impatiently waiting for her return. Apollo had been rather lonely without his beloved oracle the last few months. He was never fond of their distance, having kept himself busy between his council member duties and helping out the artists at the PAC.

When he opened the door to the temple, the attendants did not even glance his way nor dare stop him as he moved past them and entered the temple halls. They had expected him once Pythia finally returned to her station. He had always took great lengths to bother her in the past. With the urgency in his pace, Apollo was not one that could be stopped.

Finally entering the main temple room, the god stopped himself at the door frame. The wide, cheeky grin pulled on his lips at the sight of her. But, he stopped himself from moving forward, no matter how much he wanted to pull her into the tightest of hugs. Instead, leaning on the door frame, the god spoke. "A thief and heartless. However could I have chosen such a naughty oracle?"

[mpxsekhmet]

❛ we each survive in our own way. ❜

“Yeah, I suppose,” it was morning, and Sekhmet watched with some kind of judgment as she glanced at the coffee in the other goddess’ hands, and the liquor flask in her own. It was crusted with diamonds, for fucks sake, so that’s what she’ll be carrying with her like her life depended on it. Though one wouldn’t know whether it was the flask or what was inside she needed; it didn’t matter, anyway. Goddesses are immune to alcoholism. Not too sure about the vessel but if it fails her she’ll pick up a new one.

That was when she took a good glance at Pythia and her ethereal looks, almost with a evil undertone as she imagined herself with such a pure, clean vessel. “Ha!” The sudden outburst of laughter may startle the other. “Care to switch sometime? You might enjoy it. Who knows?” An alcohol-spurred blur kept her happy, and so she shot a smile at her, swinging her flask in her direction like a toast.

[khonshu-mp]

“Looks like you got a little drunk off the eggnog, hm?”

Christmas Sentence Starters: Accepting!

Giving a great big grin to the oracle, he didn't know what else to say. "It's so delicious. I've never tasted anything like this before!" The god was telling the truth, he never really thought about eggnog before. The idea threw him off, but he ended up enjoying the spiked drink.

[mpxangela]

“I think the kids are afraid of Santa Claus...”

Angela sat one of the sofas at The Flower Mill with Pythia, overlooking several of the children who all stood in line to take pictures with Santa for their parents. As she knit a scarf to mail to some of her friends, she looked over at the oracle with a warm grin. "Some kids are scared of everything. It is what comes with that age. Hard to know what to trust."

Just as she finished speaking, Siwoo rushed over to the pair, dressed up as an elf with bells on his shoes and hat. He had begged her to be Santa's helper, and she could never tell him 'no.' Angela paused long enough to pinch his cheeks before asking him to go help calm the other kids. It was a duty the child took to heart, and after disappearing for a second, he was out passing candy canes with Santa's help.

"Another happy Christmas so far. Who would have know? Well, I guess other than you!"

[mpapollo]

i know what you did, don’t even try

Apollo paused as he sat outside on the steps of his temple. Legs stretched outwards as he relaxed. He had came by to spill some information to Pythia. He knew nothing made her day brighter than a little big of gossip that he overheard milling around his performing arts center. With Artemis now gone hunting with her "girlfriend", she was the first person who popped up in his head.

However, his eyes widened as she entered. Her words pulled a frown on his lips as he stood up. Truthfully, he knew he was a wild card, and by now, there was many of things he could have done wrong. But, he definitely was stumped for today's problem.

"Hmm. I should have made a rule about using your powers against me." He snickers as his grin grows. "Delight me with the story of my misdeeds."