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I’ve roamed these halls a thousand years with only the echoes of ghosts to keep me company- Is this a prison or a purpose? Tartarus | Jailer ✖ ✖ ✖ Selling portals and prisons at Bansin Academy, for demigods.

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jihodemigod replied to your post:[!!!] Notice

what about my moobs

your moobs aren’t my fault

[tartarusxbansin]

[ ' sniffs the air, scrunching his nose up in disgust upon whiffing the familiar stench ] I'm pretty sure the condom did not break that much.

[ghxnina]

« coffee for the man with the greasy smile »

[ghxnina]

                She was frankly a bit amused by his sudden show of expression, hadn’t he just uttered her godly name too? Nike chuckled softly by his near command, the jailer apparently didn’t know how to turn off his commanding self. “There’s nobody here but you and me, I assure you.” Well for now that was. The goddess was certain customers would waltz in sooner or later, they always did she had experienced. Again she took the time to let her gaze look over his face. Indeed, all gods were somewhat terribly handsome. It was no surprise they managed to garner quite the attention no matter where they went. "Well then," she began and nearly like a sorts of gimmick she stuck out her hand over the counter with a smile. "in that case call me Kiko, Mizuhara Kiko.".

              A hand shot up to hide the laughter emitting from her lips as he spoke. “Oh don’t tell me, Bansin?” Her laughter evolved into a grin, suddenly reminded of fond memories of her own time there. Of course if one would exclude the time she herself was stuck in Cronus cell for gods knew  how long, which when she thought about it— was in the realm of the god before her. “It certainly seems like all gods go through there at least once.” The goddess leaned against the counter, locking eyes with the male and smiling. “I’ll have you know I spent some time there as well, only met one of my children however.” Nike couldn’t brag on her a hord of little demigods littering the earth, unlike other gods and goddess— but she had none the less enjoyed her time there. Again excluding when she was sent to Tartarus. “I’m merely assuming, although I have a feeling I’m not wrong, that place is as crazy as it has always been hm?”  The last memory she had of the academy would be a certain son of Ares, supposedly a professor, running around in the halls wearing nothing but a small cloth of sorts to hide his private parts. The memory made her laugh, Bansin never once seemed to change.

           ”Then I’m sure you didn’t come here for me now did you.” Her tone was playful as she lifted a hand towards the board behind her. Turning her gaze back to Tartarus she spoke again. “What would you like, I’m pretty good at what I do you know.” Nike turned back to fully face him, head slowly tilting as she let his question linger slightly. “Well—”, she began, a hand lifting to tap her cheek with her index finger. “The air up there was growing stale around me.” Though not literally, she assumed the other god would quickly catch on to her little description of Olympus. “And I quite enjoyed my time down here when I came the first time, figured a more permanently arrangement wouldn’t be so bad.” She flashed him a smile before continuing. “Though I only just recently came back to Seoul.”

[tartarusxbansin]

Tartarus wasn't really well known to be as social with the other gods as the others that resided in Olympus. For one, the fact that his realm resided in the deepest and darkest parts that was a heaven's breadth below the Underworld kept him from any sort of frequent visits, as despite being in control of dimensional travel and the like, he could never really be bothered by such trivialities. Secondly, he didn't really have quite a good relationship with the rest of the Olympian gods, and the primordial deity actually preferred the company of his screaming minions and maybe even a wailing Cronus to their presence. He had never been a fan, being the cynic sass that he was, and he did hold quite a lot of beef with the god of gods himself for owing him a truckload of drachma for all the prisoners filed under his name. The other gods were all the same to him, of course, as he did pride himself in being just, and he only dropped by the heavenly gates for formality's sake--when he was doing his job as the feared jailer of the dreaded prison realms.

But if people were going to observe closely, the primordial deity seemed to keep a more civil and more approachable relationship with the female side of the godly spread. Maybe it was some sort of a misandrist bias, but Tartarus had always preferred the feminine gender over the masculine one, always retorting that they were the much more intelligent bunch. Perhaps this was why his lips were now contorted to a rare thin smile instead of a usual scowl; a conversation with a goddess he held in those revered placed would always be successful in getting his mood up. "Bansin Academy is right," He mused, remembering those dark times when it was in war, and that dank memory of his companion being trapped in his realm for quite a while. He decided against mentioning it, though, not wanting to awaken any bitter memories from the other. "But it is more silent, more peaceful in there now. Still a bit crazy--I've seen things as the school's present inspector, but nothing is going to top what happened a few months ago."

He was not one for lying, of course. "I believe our meeting is merely by chance, Ni--Kiko." He corrected himself, remembering the mortal moniker the deity had decided to use. "I just wanted coffee, and you just happened to be here, looking as..." Steely eyes moved to give her a once over, a soft smile taking residence upon his lips for a few seconds. "...lovely as ever. What is the specialty of this place, by the way? I always prefer something dark, with full flavor, but if you could delight me with your best, then that would be wonderful." If he could chuckle, he would've at her words, the comment about the staleness of Olympian air almost tickling the worn out funny bone in his system. "Ah, Olympus. I haven't visited much, but I never really fancied the air in there. Always reeked of Zeus's old laundry, if you get what I mean." Instead of a chuckle, he managed a scoff, something the cynical god had been so used to doing in his stay in the mortal world. "But I am the same. I've only been here fairly recently after that small ruckus, and it seems well. The air seems fresher in here--then again everything would smell fresh compared to Cronus in the morning."

[tartarusxbansin]

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selexne replied to your post:She skips towards him and holds out a cupcake topped with black shades once she's in front of him.

You inspired this particular design, /she grins and eyes the sweet treat before holding it up to him/ so yes, this is for you. A little something from me.

[ ' the god let out another scoff, almost--almost!--smiling at the rather unexpected gift ] Why thank you. I don't really like sweets that are not poptarts but, I'll take it. [ ' he cradles the cupcake in his hands, offering a grateful nod at the deity ] How are you, Selene?

[tartarusxbansin]

She skips towards him and holds out a cupcake topped with black shades once she's in front of him.

[ ' he could not help but let out a monosyllabic laugh at the ridiculousness of the pastry,  shaking his head as he returned to his usual stoicity ] Selene. Is that for me?

[andrcgy]

I suggest you don’t, lest you’d want your captives to sing along to it on, uh.. slightly varying tones. {—she chuckled slightly, rolling her eyes;} And what do you mean you were hoping for a different answer?

[tartarusxbansin]

Oh please. Don't talk like you don't imagine them singing in such good falsetto. When you've been hearing the same screams of anguish for so many years, it gets kind of tiring. [ ' he shook his head, snorting at her query ] Oh nothing, nothing. A mere musing, Thena. How may you be, though?

[ghxnina]

« coffee for the man with the greasy smile »

[ghxnina]

                With eyes fully focused on the many names while she scrolled down her lists. She was in a RADWIMPS mood today, that much was obvious by the enormous line of RADWIMPS’ songs only ready to play, one by one. In such a bright mood as she was herself she didn’t notice herself beginning to hum along. Today was an all too great of a day and how could she not enjoy it?

                                                                  “Nike?”

               Her head shot up, a near frightened shiver running down her spine as her first instinct was to look around for customers mortals in the shop. Her shoulders eased up as she saw none and looked up at the one who even knew her Goddess name. And perhaps in the same surprised tone as the man before her had uttered her very own, she spoke his. “Tartarus?” Nike blinked, genuinely surprised to seem him around these corners of the world. Wasn’t he a man more for the dark and hidden parts of the planet called Earth? She took a few seconds, letting her eyes move across his tall form, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen the primordial god. Tartarus was, well, always in Tartarus while herself was peached right next to the golden throne.

          Though, he seemed not to have taken any damage from all those decades and centuries down in the dark. “My, my— That’s not a face I’d ever believe to see here of all places.” Though surprised she had never held a grudge, or anything close to it, to the man in front of her. Nike offered him a smile as she placed her phone on the side of the counter.  Curious eyes locked with his as she stood on the opposite side of the counter. “What brings you here, I never thought this was a place you’d willingly go to?” Indeed she knew him but— only ever so shallowly. Nike wasn’t one of the major gods, and she hadn’t always been in place to participate in various events. Thus some gods she only knew the by formalities and positions. Usually not personally.

[tartarusxbansin]

Her taste in music was impeccable. Though he was more on the heavy metal and grunge side of things, he did love himself some alternative, and he found himself smiling at her choices. A miracle, really. It probably also helped that the language the music was blared in was a tongue quite familiar to his vessel, so picking up the words did not require much effort. He spared the music a nod, before returning his attention towards the familiar one, steel eyes fully revealed as he took off the dark wayfarers from his godly visage.

At the sudden burst of his godly name, the primordial deity could not help but shoot a digit up to his lips, shushing the mutual god with one of his rare displays of expression. Really. How different was he when he was in the company of the female goddesses--at least the ones who possessed working brains despite the sudden mortality--eh? It seemed as if their presence softened the cynic inside the usually dark and dreary god. But then again after spending centuries and centuries in a prison filled with nothing but idiotic males who did know how to hold their banal urges, one would always be thankful of the female presence. He always considered them to be the smarter bunch, after all. Hasn't anybody noticed that everyone in his realm was male, save for those Danaides he actually wanted to pardon? They were only killing those males they were forced to wed, after all. If only someone wasn't so touchy, they'd still be running free in the forests of the overworld today.

"Call me Hiro." It almost came out as an order, his baritone still bringing with them their usual authority, yet the other should know he did not mean to impose. He wasn't one to be wary of mortals, but he did not exactly like unwanted attention, and gods know what would happen if it went out that the primordial god of the mythical prison realms was enjoying a cup of coffee served by the goddess of victory herself. "You may give me your mortal name too. We do not know what the mortals would do if this is brought up to their knowledge." At her question Tartarus gave a nonchalant shrug, his hands drifting towards the pockets of his ebony jeans, sniffling a little as he voiced his answer. "For one, I'm getting coffee. I've come to love the mortal drink, you see, and it keeps me from being horribly cranky for the most part of the day." That was number one, and the most basic. "Second, I've recently found myself in this Academy for demigods, and it seems as if my...spawns have made their way inside it too. Interesting, isn't it?"

Brow still quirked, he threw a question at the maiden. "How about you? What brings you here, dear?"

[tartarusxbansin]

athenaxbansin replied to your post:#i respect you too much to ask you to strip for me but do not give me ideas thena || Oh, but I am not trying to, Poptart. The song merely reminded me of your obsession with golden lingerie.

Hmm. There’s not exactly a reason behind the second song, Tart. I just figured since you hold prisoners, it could somehow be considered as a form of rescue. Or at least, that’s how I look at it sometimes.

Ah, I was hoping for a different answer. [ ' he tried to remain stoic, but the ridiculousness of the thought could not keep his scoff at bay ] But that is an interesting way to look at it, Athena. Maybe I can play the song on loop back in the realm. I am sure the gang would enjoy that.

[xjhopeless-blog]

Use the power for what? (/his voice slightly raised) The only thing I’m useful for, is for throwing people away. Doesn’t even matter where— a different dimension, realm, Tartarus even — as long as I can get them back if needed. (/he snorts) And even that, I’m not 100% sure about. Besides, (/crosses his arms) I’ve never seen the positives of being immortal— other than my looks being preserved. But that’s it.

[tartarusxbansin]

[ ' two choices: be the serious cynic he truly was or just be the sassmouth most people know he is. or perhaps a faux-hopeful choice. ] Justice, perhaps? Have you ever thought of ridding the world of criminals and the like? That is what I do in my realm--take care of threats for Olympus, and boy do they increase in number. [ ' he lets out a forlorn sigh, shaking his head at the dreary aura this offspring seemed to exude ] You all lack creativity. One person's suffering can be another's delight. Do remember.

[tartarusxbansin]

#i respect you too much to ask you to strip for me but do not give me ideas thena || Oh, but I am not trying to, Poptart. The song merely reminded me of your obsession with golden lingerie.

[ ' he shrugs ] Not an obsession, Thena. I am merely a curious cynic. The other song choice was...interesting, so to speak. [ ' he quirks a brow, smirk teasing ] Care to explain?

[andrcgy]

♬

Send me a ♬ and I'll tell you a song that reminds me of you.

Strip — Chris Brown My Beautiful Rescue — This Providence

[ghxnina]

« coffee for the man with the greasy smile »

              Of course she had expected customers to come in, after all they always did on sunny days. Who wouldn’t want to step in to the little coffee shop with all it’s large windows open and music playing through it’s speakers. (Not to mention a tad bit of blessing here and there didn’t hurt either.)

             It wasn’t a grand blessing, just a little hymn once and it made sure people came back for a second, third and perhaps even a fourth cup of coffee over a time span. Though that was the barista’s own little secret, a secret of the goddess of Victory. Besides; who would even notice? No mortals that was for sure.  With a small smile on her lips she scrolled though her playlist, her own sort of ‘mother-tongue' playing through the speakers, a language closely related to Korean yet so very different in the end.

           A tiny smile was fixed on her lips as she went around doing tidbits of work. Wiping a table here, writing up new specialities there; a very slow, relaxing day even. Not that she complained about it. It was due to that very reason she had left Olympus in her own, not letting it on to Zeus or anyone else. The only one who knew where she had went would be the gods she time and time again bumped into. ‘The world is way too small’, she mused and sipped on the ice tea she had made for herself just a few minutes earlier.

           Though that world would prove again to be even smaller than she herself believed.

[tartarusxbansin]

The jailer liked coffee.

For his on and off stay and back and forth travels from the world under the underworld towards the world above, the primordial deity of the mythological prisons have grown to love the bitter drink. Of course, he liked it black--like his soul, if he was in a jokey mood--and he liked to enjoy the ones especially made, ones that traveled through elaborate siphons and sophisticated drips, whose work were all too obvious on their lingering taste.

So today Tartarus set out to the mortal world outside the Academy, choosing to lay low by wearing a stylish black from head to toe, his peculiar grey eyes covered by a pair of dark wayfarers. He still earned quite a number of looks from a myriad of passers by, though, as the vessel he did choose had the godly air that could have him mistaken as a movie star. Today, he was not a primordial deity, nor the fearsome king that ruled over the prison realms--today he was Mizushima Hiro, coffee connoisseur and occasional sass mouth.

The cafe he landed himself into seemed to par with his stringent standards, the smell of dark coffee filling his nostrils as he took in a sharp breath. A rare smile curled upon his usually stoic lips as he approached the counter, steely hues searching their menu for something good. But before he could even choose a brew, his attention was immediately piqued by the aura of the person who stood by the counter, making him raise a brow as he lowered his shades to take a better look. And boy did he almost choke at the realization.

"Nike?" He mused, tone in complete disbelief. "Is that really you?"

[tartarusxbansin]

I am going to swag out now.

[xjhopeless-blog]

(/his smile was more of a grimace; the words almost too truthful) At least you know what comes with it—.. With being related to you, and all. (/breathing normally was still a problem, but he tried covering up his short breaths as huffs) Trust me, I’d rather not live the way I’m ‘living’ right now. But hey. (/his eyes jump to the other for a second before becoming glued to the ground again) I’m immortal. I don’t have a choice.

[tartarusxbansin]

[ ' he quirked a brow at the other's words, letting out a long suffering sigh ] Have you ever thought of putting that to some good use instead of sulking around your destined path, kid? [ ' arms folded over his chest, his steely eyes serious ] Instead of complaining about it, why not use the power?

[tartarusxbansin]

rxme-demigod replied to your post:#how do you feel about working for me son#you are smart i like that// Does this mean I can have full access to Tartarus if I say yes?

And the terms and conditions are what exactly?

Keep being a smart-mouth and bug Zeus and/or Hades once in a while.