{ overkill theatre || Petra & Henry
Since when did Gods have time to watch over silly festivals celebrated in their name? Emotionally, he wasn't really so attached to the Gods of this land (or any, if he could be remiss), but he suuuure did love the holidays! It meant everyone—children, students, adults, the like— could loosen up a little and fasten a blighting smile on their faces just for a giant statue and some fancy oral history hoo-dah. Being new here meant he was as savvy about the Saints as he was about flower fortunes, which wasn't much at all if he had to be honest. Luckily for him, he was prepared for the... uhhh... play (?) that the staff and all the students mentioned in passing. No one particularly informed him when, or where, but he had been reading up on some of the key players and thought to prepare in a manner suitable to the event. With all the gusto of a criminal, ahaha~! Heck, the guy even had Nemesis in his name! They were really on-the-nose about that one, if Henry was one for explicit implications (what a pretty oxymoron, that was.) Without warning, a child in flourish white sheets and gilded accessories arrived by the lakeside, brandishing her wooden sword at his chest. If she knew where his heart was, maybe she could carve it out! He'd let her take a shot~
“You’ll be Nemesis!” she said. “Oh, and invite your evil friends.”
"Nya ha ha! I mean-- Feeble creature, prepare to die! I need not evil friends, but you may need an army to take me down." Concealing his hand behind his cape, he summoned a dark sigil that enraptured his body in a shadow — it spewed a pitch black gas that just SCREAMED evil villain. He began to glow ominously, adopting a sort of wickedness that smoldered and radiated off his features. Whirling his finger in a playful circle, he pointedly indicated towards a girl with violet locks that matched midnight. "You. Perhaps you desire to assist poor Saint Seiros? It's not every day you get to fight a king of kings."
@petrykos