#vitasmp

[mpxyingyue]

Wrong Text

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Yingyue had not had enough from her work shift. Already tipsy from drinking with her customers, the demigoddess left straight from work to Vision. She did not even change from her work attire, a sleek, velvet black dress that did not necessarily match the vibe of the other dancers. However, her goal hadn't been to mingle with others or to spend time on the dance floor. She had merely wanted to continue her drinking without going home. And, she drunk like no tomorrow.

Passing a certain threshold, the demigoddess felt the alcohol pumping through her veins. With what left of sanity she had, she knew that she needed a bit of assistance getting home, and she had slipped through her phone, clicking on what she thought was Val's number. Whether it was from her blurry vision or impaired coordination, that did not occur, and she selected the phone unaware that it was going to Vitas. 'Need help at Vision. I overdrank. I need help geting hom!!"

Then, she waited patiently. The demigoddess paid off all her drinks, and though she knew she was sloshed, she still finished the last sips of the drink she bought. Yingyue finally started talking to another person until she saw her phone light up with their arrival. Outside, the figure waited, and she stumbled from her spot to grab her jacket. Struggling to pull it on, she was so thrilled to see her friend that she barely pulled it on before she went straight for them.

With just Vitas outside, she immediately assumed that it was Valerie. So drunk, she did not realize the height different, though her heels did help bridge that gap, and even further, she did not realize it was a man till the damage had been done. With a small, happy exclamation, Yingyue lunged forward to wrap the other's neck in a sweet and tight hug. "My hero, Va-" She stopped, immediately noticing the difference in the body in her arms. "Ah!" She looked to his face, but that confusion quickly wiped away to a genuine happiness. "Vitas! What are you doing here!"

[mpxarawn]

Archived Histories |||

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the celt had been unfazed by his first encounter with vitas, that he really didn't pay much attention to what had happened. it was like a normal occurrence for the death god ( which it kind of was. he was the lord of the annwn, the celtic underworld). however, despite the circumstances, vitas left an impression on the god. the gall and audacity was extremely refreshing, since the last person who tried that recently was maxim, so of course, vitas wasn't going to get away without consequences of disrespect, but arawn was going to enjoy it for the time being.

As always, work and lesson preparations sent him to pay a visit to the Phoenix library and archives, for a few pieces of artifacts and papers that will pertain to upcoming lessons. He headed to the library, and then to the archives, greeting all staff that he passed politely. While half of the university campus was the university, the other half was Phoenix Library and Arawn was often there to pick up books for classes and even casual reading. This time, however, he was on a mission for work.

His heels clacked on the floor as he pushed open the door to the archives. A smile spread on his face. "Ah, what a delight to see you again, Vitas. Unfortunately I am not here to see you," he said, as though he was disappointed at that fact, "I do require the original manuscript for good old Wilie boy's As You Like It." he stated. "and also Midsummer Night's Dream." he stated, going into his professor mode.

[mpxesther]

Frozen Notes

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Esther's last few weeks had been a mix of good and bad. Good, she had met and reunited with people who she wanted a permanent fixture in her life. Bad, she had accidentally hurt a few people in both attempts of self-preservation. While partly, she knew she had to work on not being so guilt-ridden for putting herself first, it ached her heart to know that she hurt someone else, especially as someone who was dealing with a hard hand dealt to her by someone who was supposed to love her.

While Esther knew she had people she could contact, she felt the need to distance herself once again, to dive into her music as a chance to distract herself from those negative thoughts. Esther, though, could no longer hide in her apartment or the PAC. She needed to go out, and despite the cold and snow that covered the island, she had set her mind on sacrificing her comfort to find a beautiful and lonely place to play.

Heading to the park, she found a spot located away from the heavier traffic area of the park. Away from the sidewalk, she set up small stool and music stand before her, keeping her jacket on that had been stuffed with a variety of hand warmers to try and keep some level of comfort.

Classically trained in nearly all Chinese instruments and variety of string instruments, she had felt it had been time to pull out her erhu. Though her last performance with her guzheng had ended awkwardly, there had been urges for other instruments by some customers. So, after warming her fingers up from a heat packet, she soon warmed up her instrument before performing her first song. As the notes continued, Esther's body sway with the consumption her notes. It was a mere pause before the next tune gracefully started. The beautiful sounds of her second song struck her heart, stirring some tears upon her cheeks. And, they continued to fall down her cheeks, unable to stop their descent.

Having been lost in her music, she had not heard the demigod approaching behind her until the tune ending, hearing the ruffle of his jacket and the step of his feet. Quickly patting her cheeks, the demigoddess noticed who it was instantly as she finally turned. A small frown pulled on her lips as she did.

"Hello, Vitas."

[mpxyingyue]

The Headless Snowman

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The snow was not an unfamiliar sight, though she had not expected the island to be covered with it. However, between her work, she had found time to enjoy it, carving out a spot in the park where she had spent over an hour handcrafting the perfect snowman. It sized up to a small woman, with small sticks protruding from it's torso and a small face lazily creating with rocks. She had been proud of her work, but at the sudden thought, Yingyue found this the perfect time to practice, having coincidentally created herself a practice dummy.

So, unwrapping the rope from her waist, Yingyue practiced for a few moments, letting the flow of her body and rope warm her joints and muscles. Training was normal for her, something she did daily. It was one of the few means of discipline her brothers had channeled into her. So, while she had not needed to use her meteor hammer, it had never went without use for too long.

Yingyue, deciding to up the effort, reached in her pocket to one of her silk ribbons that she often traded with the rope, and she used it to blindfold herself. So trusting in her abilities, she knew she would be fine. And, she handled well. The rope spun around her frame, using her legs and arms to gain and lose momentum. As Yingyue moved her body, the meteor hammer followed as directed, and it send flying attacks toward the snowman. However, she had never wanted to destroy her beautiful work. Yingyue's goal was to be close yet never hit. For, she needed that control to be able to truly operate it as she needed.

It took all of her focus, and the silence around her had allowed that for her. However, the sound of an approaching figure caught her attention. With that, her concentration was gone.

The loss of focus stopped her from correctly gauging the distance between her and the snowman, and within seconds, Yingyue heard sound of the meteor crashing into the head of her snowman. A loud gasp fell from her lips, and the demigoddess recalled her weapon into her hands. She reached up, pulling the blindfold off her head. Turning to the man, Yingyue looked at him with widened eyes a slowly forming pout. However, there was nothing malicious behind her stare, just a disappointed woman with a destroyed snowman.

"Do you have a death wish?" She asked, looking over at him. "I could have hurt you."

[mpxyingyue]

Happy New Year

A box waited for Jiang Yingyue in the Yao Guai apartments.  A long and flat grey box tied with a gold ribbon.  A red envelope was attached, sealed with gold wax stamped with his raven insignia.  In a show of support and respect for the culture of his second friend, he felt it appropriate to send her a gift package.  Written in the archivist’s elegant calligraphy, the card simply read:

Happy New Year

Break a leg.  Preferably not your own.

–V

Also inside the envelope was a second, smaller red envelope containing half his winnings from that night at the Pits.

Inside the box, however, something soft was nestled within folded gold tissue paper–though atop this paper rested a few bags of her favorite sour candies.  But inside the paper, a beautiful hanfu dress to befit her fighting fashion, of red and champagne with exquisitely detailed peony flowers of scarlet and white hand-embroidered upon the bodice, neck trimmed with pearl beading, a curtain of thin golden chains half-concealing the otherwise bare midriff, and of course a sheer veil of crimson chiffon to complete the ensemble.

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Coming home, Yingyue would be surprised by the gift awaiting her from her favorite Norse demigod. Despite his sassiness, Yingyue enjoyed his company more than others. So far, he had treated her with kindness, and even more dangerously, he had spoiled her. The gift too seemed to continue that trend, even if it was a display of respect. Regardless, Yingyue was immensely appreciative, even more when she opened it up to see such  a stunning hanfu and the red envelope of cash. 

While she was rather shocked by the amount of cash in the envelope, even more, she was impressed by his taste in choosing her outfit. She knew it would be an absolute hit at the Pits, and she already planned to wear it at her next performance, one he would be invited to and recommended to bet. She would make him proud. 

Grabbing her phone, she sent him a text. While she had wanted to pop him a flirty text, she decided it was better to show her genuine appreciation for the effort he made. “V. I got your gift. Thank you. I love it.”

[mpxdavina]

A small token of appreciation

Vitas may not know her well, but he was appreciative of her efforts when they met.  Supportive of her mission and her culture, he procured a couple gifts for the Chinese pantheon princess who owned Spilled Tea.  In anticipation that she would be quite busy on the weekend, a package arrived at the tea stall Thursday afternoon.  A very large package.  Addressed to Davina Kim from Vitas Halvorsen.

Upon opening the package, she would discover two things.  One could certainly not be overlooked, and that was a refurbished antique apothecary cabinet perfect for storing tea, herbs, flower, and other ingredients for her wares. 

The second was a smaller box containing starters from his homeland–six separate smaller containers of Icelandic moss, Angelica seeds, birch leaves, arctic thyme, meadowsweet and fireweed.

A simple card read:

Happy New Year

–Vitas

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The week leading up to the lunar festival had been hectic for the demigoddess. The stall had been slammed thanks to her mother’s festival in the town, and she had barely caught a breath of air between trying to juggle both indulging in the stalls and maintaining her own. Davina could only look forward to Sunday. She would absolutely not be moving out of her bed that day. 

When one of her staffed called to her attention the sudden package, Davina’s eyes had widened as she came upon the immense box. The surprise did not end at the size of it. The items sent by the rather quiet Norse demigod were mind-blowing. Between both the cabinet and the seeds, Davina had never imagined someone to take the time to hunt down such a lovely gift for her! Especially, not him! All she had done was heal him. Did he feel some sort of obligation? If so, she could not wrap her head around why.  

Immediately, the demigoddess sent off two texts. 

First, she sent Vitas a video message of her praising such an excellent gift with several ‘thanks you’ and ‘you are the best!” filtered throughout. 

Second, she popped a message over to her mother. “Momma... Do you know someone really strong to help move something big and really bulky?”

[mpxyingyue]

Unveiled

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It had been a few days since her last fight. When she could squeeze one in around her shifts at Sakura, Yue never hesitated. She was always ready and down to fight, no matter the opponent. Her only stipulation was for her fights to be weaponless. Even if she trained heavily with her meteor hammer, The Pits acted more like a playground for the demigoddess, and she wanted to feel the contact of her fists and body as she battled. There was no better thrill than that. 

Once in the ring, she finally saw her rival. Average height and packed to the brim with muscle, her opponent appeared daunting compared to her rather short and petite frame. Despite her lack of cultural awareness, she had seen the Hulk series, and she wondered between the two who could win an arm wrestle. But, that was the extent of her care. While she overheard concerned whispers in the audience, Yue fought back an eyeroll. She could tell a meathead when she saw one. And this one, she expected, had a lot of rage, and he could only rely on his strength and power to get him through the fight. Was he a true fighter or just strong enough to throw a good punch? Yue had to find out. 

So, after the two were announced with accompanying applause, the two were left to each other. Yue noticed the flicker of anger in his gaze. She had been right to expect that anger. Fully devoted to using their time to get rid of some of his pent up aggression, the demigoddess worked to avoid that anger. Stepping with each other in a dancer, her rival led their steps, allowing her to playfully and carefully dance around his array of throws. Her hands remained ahead of her, redirecting and opening spots for her to land blows on her towering opponent. Though Yue was not invincible either, a graze of his dry knuckles scratched and clipped her cheek, the scratch of his nail as his hand passed her bicep. Yet, he received her elbows in his torso, a few solid hits to his cheek, and the hurt to his ego as she spoke loud enough to him a variety of jabs and flirts. 

The crowd appeared to enjoy it. Yue did not take long to notice a few weak spots along his body. Injuries that never healed? Areas that lacked use? She could not tell quite what, but they were her path to success. And, she could have ended that there. Three hard hits, and she was sure he would have been on the ground. But was that fun? Absolutely not. She wanted the new fighter to experience the ring a bit longer, to understand the crowd’s thirst of violence. And, she had to allow him a punch in, right? Finally, the male landed one, though she hadn’t expected it to land between her mouth and cheek, effectively busting open her lip. 

Well, that was it. 

Yue finally decided this was over. Her own flicker of anger entered her gaze, and as his fist aimed again, it was an elbow in his hip, a push to his chest, and finally, a kick to his cheek before the male finally tumbled on the ground. Not knocked out, the demigoddess gingerly sat on his chest, watching him agonize in pain before she was finally declared the winner. It would take him a few more minutes to finally recover, and Yue would help him up, congratulating him on a good attempt.

After the two finally separated, Yue momentarily stepped away to the fighter’s room. Blood leaked out from her upper lip, staining her beautiful veil. Paired with a few other spots she needed to quickly tend to prevent any imperfections on her visage, the demigoddess managed to come out patched and dressed in a new veil just a few minutes shy of the next match starting. Despite the adrenaline that still rushed through her veins, Yue did quite want to watch the next match, and no ache could stop her from being there.

Finding a few empty and private seats off to the side, Yue settled herself onto the chair. She was as comfortable as possible, despite the small ache in her side and the burn of the ointment on her lips. As the announcer began to introduce the next pair, she noticed, out of the corner of her eyes, a figure approaching her. Yue was apprehensive, though impressed that a fan would be brave enough to approach her. However, once she finally turned her gaze to them, her eyes lit up with recognition. A warm, swollen grin pressed against her veil. While Yue had many gaps in their last encounter, Yue recognized the additional lengths he went to take care of her. Without a doubt, she was happy to see him. 

“Are you here to compliment me? If not, I am not sure this seat is available.” The demigoddess teased, but she gently patted the seat, moving it so he could join her.

[juyeonmp]

Run In

a wolf!Juyu starter for fellow pantheon member @vitasmp (Takes place a bit after new years once Juyu and In-Soo return from their new years trip into Seoul)

Juyeon had needed to stretch his legs a bit after him and In-soo had returned from their somewhat emotional trip into Seoul. While he wasn't related to In-Soo's mother, he had known her while she was alive. She'd often come to support the two of them while they'd had their dance group activities back when they were both a little younger. So he'd been somewhat affected by their time visiting her grave as well.

Thus, after they had returned it was nice to just run around and let himself focus on baser things like chasing bunnies and pouncing in snow piles. In-soo had been with him for a bit but at the moment he was alone and rolling in snow. A moment later though, his nose twitched as he caught scent of something before following after it to the edge of the woods.

Curious, he glanced around before he tilted his head at a quiet sound that came from the edge of the trees. He adjusted a bit, weight shifting before he dropped down to a crouch with his belly touching the ground and then moving closer to the edge of the woods in a sort of wiggle worm-step kind of movement until he could peek passed the trees.