#nectaric

[singofus]

@nectaric asked: can't we just be civil for a minute? - zeus to hades lmao

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ...[REMASTERED] | Accepting

Hades squinted at his sibling for a moment before snapping his fingers. In the air next to him appeared an obsidian hourglass filled with black volcanic sand.

"Alright." The hourglass now turns in the air, silent and glistening in the low light of his office. The sand within it begins to fall, slowly counting down this literalised minute of civility.

"It has begun."

There is a twitch to one corner of his lips, but other than that Hades remains silent and stonefaced. After all, if he has nothing nice to say...

That, and he is basking in amusement from his own joke.

[fatedmuses-archive]

@nectaric asked: mercury is nothing short of humiliated, face burning. it's uncomfortable enough spending time around those who had once been his enemy - but he had hoped to keep some things a secret. except here he is, one leg disconnected to give him a little bit of a reprieve, tucked into a back corner of the massive apartment that's become their base of operations - and here someone stands, blocking out the light, catching him entirely unawares. "... what are you staring for?" / for whomever feels right???

Blake hadn't been staring. Well, not at his leg, anyway.

To say she didn't trust Mercury as far as she could throw him was an understatement. Emerald had promised to keep him in line, but she also didn't trust Emerald, so that hadn't helped. After everything they'd put team RWBY through... Blake just didn't want her friends to get hurt again.

"So that's how you did it," she said flatly, tilting her head slightly as she studied his leg. "When you framed Yang. She didn't hurt you at all, did she?"

It was something that had always pulled at the back of Blake's mind. A thread she couldn't unravel. Seeing that his leg came off, well... it was good to connect the final piece of the puzzle. Even if it was too late to make a difference.

[caeloservare]

@nectaric >:3c

The constant beeping was driving him crazy, but he was too weak to do anything about it. He didn't think he would truly work himself into a grave. It would be ridiculous. Especially with his semblance. And yet he failed. Didn't even remember where he was or whom he was talking to. Or maybe supposed to talk to. He was probably in his office when he collapsed, but he couldn't be sure.

Wasn't he supposed to meet with someone? Who? What day is it? Gods, his head was pounding in the rhythm of the beeping. He was so damn sore and heavy he wasn't sure if he'd manage to get up if he tried. There had been a doctor or a nurse earlier, but none of the words actually registered. He closed eyes for a moment and woke up to the same questions. What day is it?

At some point, something changed. Little by little his head cleared a bit and the headache lessened. There was a figure sitting nearby, but the effort to turn his head and look didn't seem impossible anymore. Slowly he recognized each detail. Shoulders broad like Paladin-290's. Massive posture that was somehow gentle and soft, not threatening despite it easily could. Long brown hair, beard and well, hazel eyes.

He would expect to see Clover or Winter or no one at all, to be fair. Yet, there was Hazel, who slowly but surely established his presence in Atlas and provided some invaluable insight. He used to work for Salem. He knew much more than they did. James still didn't understand why he was here nor why he was telling them anything. Unless that was a part of grander plan of Queen of Grimm. It begged one question:

"Why... didn't you... finish me off?" His throat was much drier than he predicted.

It would be so easy now. A little accident with the IV. A cut wire or two. A pillow pressed to his face. No one would even notice fast enough. Hazel could pick either and just walk away. So why didn't he?

[intothewildsea]

@nectaric continued from X.

When he left, Niamh didn't go after him. In fact, for the next few hours, she was adamant that she never wanted to see him ever again. Her cousin, Rikka, tried to coax her into letting Obi-Wan come back into the midwife's hut, but Niamh was stubborn.

At, she was for a little while. Eventually the contractions were closer together and she was ushered into bed. The baby was going to come at any time, now.

And Niamh was terrified.

Rikka was there, holding her hand, and finally Niamh blurted out through tears, "I want Obi-Wan."

"Okay." Rikka squeezed Niamh's hand. "I'll go get him. I'll be right back." She left and hurried outside, heading to where she knew some of the other women had ushered Obi-Wan and the baby he'd brought with him.

She didn't knock, instead pushing aside the heavy leather hide that covered the doorway and stepping inside. "Obi-Wan," she said, "Niamh's asking for you. She wants you there."

[fatedmuses]

❛ are you just playing dumb , or trying to get a reaction ? ❜ - hades to zag if you're up for it lol

"You mean you can't tell?" Zagreus asked pleasantly, as if they were talking about the weather and not whether or not he was being deliberately stupid. "I have to say, I think this is a step up in our relationship, Father. Generally you just assume stupidity."

Truthfully, he hadn't intended to come across either way. But if that was what his father thought, who was he to correct him?

[likemosaic]

@nectaric : let's save the scar-show for later after we've worked up an appetite for tragedy. - mercury to neo? baldur's gate sentence meme.

neo's expression drops, excited to pouting in 0.02 seconds. a hand wave, dismissive, that conveys what she wants without having to sign: fine, have it your way! she yanks her knee sock back up, boot on the lunch table, not aware how right mercury is. showing off battle scars during lunch hour may be a fun way to kill time between coworkers, but it's also moronic. the last thing they need is to be identified through bodily markings by a nosy student, though neo (and neopolitan) think that it doesn't really matter--they're both picturing full student erasure, wipe-out, complete obliteration. who cares if there's a kid who realizes the exchange students aren't what they seem? what are they gonna do about it?

choosing her for this mission was less than wise on cinder's part. but at least it gives her something fun to do while roman is in jail!

she doesn't like to think about that.

'aren't you supposed to be the butcher? less whining, more butchering!' she signs in a flurry, thinking that there's no way he can understand her--though the signs she's making are pretty self-explanatory even for a non-speaker. the few students brave enough to sit near them scoot a few seats down.

[candlewick-corporation]

@nectaric

Continued from: {HERE!}

He'd never admit he was glad to see Mercury just as much as he'd been glad to see Emerald--It was the older brother in him, he thinks-- but he was. They weren't his literal family, but he'd been stuck with the two long enough they'd started registering as family. And that was enough.

A finger digs into the fur of one of his ears, head cocking to look away as he thought of Mercury's answer. Regarded it and his own reasons for joining Red's band of do-gooders. Knows Mercury followed Emerald to the good side because she meant a hell of a lot more to him than anything Cinder had ever offered. Roman had reluctantly joined initially as part of his deal with James--and well, he'd always believed in helping the world-- but his old beliefs had still been there, all he'd had to do was pick them up and dust them off. Red had been onto something back then.

He hadn't gone to Atlas Academy for fun, after all.

"I believe in what Red stands for. Always had, I think. Just... forgot. When the world was getting so dark."

"Sometimes, what the world needs is a light. And we both know I'm great at that."

[mysterycflife]

@nectaric asked: "i was thinking of you while i painted, and, well- this is how it turned out." athena holds in her hands a painting of the sea, the waters surreal in shades of blue and purple. the sea - a home she will never know, but one that knows her mother well. a gift for metis. "it's yours, if you want it."

Her father's realm. While not as connected to it as some of her sisters, Metis still considered it home. It had been her refuge after her return, when she had nowhere else to go. And looking at it even through Athena's painting gave her the same sense of belonging. It was perfect, and the Titaness revelled in her daughter's talent. In how much she still had to learn about Athena. Excitement and melancholy filled her at the thought. A mother was supposed to know her child, and yet the chance had been ripped from her. Perhaps forever.

She touched the canvas carefully. "I would be honored to have it. I already know the perfect place to hang it in my home." Her new home. Metis would no longer be a guest in Oceanus's palace, where her youngest sisters would look at her with bewilderment. Where she would have to listen to her own mother's righteous anger about everything lost. A new beginning. Or an end. It felt like both. "You can visit me and give me your opinion on its placement. If you want." Her approach was as timid as Athena's. Full of uncertainty. Of wanting not to impose.