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Those who don't believe in magic will never find it
All is not as it seems on Olympus.
Jonny Bolduc, Ending
Even the kitschiest of occult shops were worth a look around- if for nothing else then for a story or two to bring back home; Hades had been entirely nonplussed to recieve a vape made in his own image and she’d cherish the face he made for all of eternity.
As a rule she didn’t interfere though. She kept her opinions to herself, bought a knicknack or a herb or two- some for amusement, some for actual use- and saw herself out. Poking her nose into the human methods of worship sat ill; who was she to say what another pantheon might accept in this day and age? She herself had become quite taken with the dog tags that made their way to her altar every now and again with the advent of laser cutting.
But this, this she could not abide.
“You need Castor for that mix, or Buckthorn.” She sidled up to her fellow patron, perusing the bundles and powders they’d collected so far with a critical eye.
“The amount of Foxglove you’d need to balance the Cypress would kill you and about ten other people.”
hickeys are gross i want ten
“You called, I came. Forgive me that I require qualification, but were you expecting something different?”
xragaire:
“I came out here because you’re clearly a divine being and I’m typically not in the market of pissing deities off. I got startled - I wasn’t trying to pinpoint a mark.” He mildly complained, but he followed - as he was, in fact, serious about not pissing a deity off.
“You’re not? Could have fooled me.” She concluded with a drawl, draining her entire glass and absent-mindedly flagging down a waitress for a refill.
After the woman took her order she paused, eyes glancing between the two and Hekate raised her brows, pointing a finger in his general direction impatiently.
“You want a drink, champ?”
dontstepinmypuddle:
-Chi squints at her. Does he sound like that when he says shit like that? Wow that’s annoying.- “Right, yea, sorry. I left my rocket launcher in my other TANK. All I had was the pea-shooter here. And as to someone seeing your worth? They’re the kow-towing punk-ass wusses. You don’t need that sort.”
A raised brow.
“You might wish to rethink the manner in which you speak of my devoted servants- they are dear to my heart and it would be very easy to lose you in the cosmos for a few thousand years.” Not many walked the liminal spaces as she did after all- it might be a neat little experiment to see if he still had that cheek after a walk in the wide empty nothing.
Then, a pause. Her expression cleared to something more considering.
“You have a rocket launcher? That might be fun.”
thepocketqueer:
Now she’s criticizing his shooting. Shane’s….trying not to be offended by it but it’s hard. And verbal arguments with deities weren’t necessarily going to end well. “I uh. Wasn’t shooting to kill but to maim/potentially kill.” He said meekly. “With the people after me I can’t afford to kill immediately. Might need information. Sorry I thought you were one of them.”
“You are terrible at pinpointing a mark.” She deadpanned, casting him an unimpressed eye. “I noticed you a half hour ago and led you out here-” Here being a dark alley, covered in all amount of trash and gore “-because I thought you might entertain me. But this? This is just sad.” The goddess was very far into her cups- not that one might notice it just yet, given the weakness of human liquer in comparison to the divine brew- just enough to loosen what little tact, what little decorum she had within her.
“Come.” She beckoned with a finger, though it was not a question, and entered the run down dive bar once more, striding to the booth she’d occupied all night long and returning to her now luke-warm drink.
It would appear it was time for a lesson.
dontstepinmypuddle:
“Pfft. Like I’d waste a precious metal on you over an argument as stupid as this.” -But he WOULD shoot her. He probably knew it wouldn’t hurt her. much. Maybe ruin her dress a bit.-
Well now she was definitely offended.
“It’s not as if anything you could possibly throw at me would work.” She huffed, flicking her hair behind one shoulder elegantly. “Still, as a point of fact if you’re going to attack a goddess at least do so with style- we’re worth more than the regular swill.” She considered- really and truly- turning him into something without a trigger finger, just for a bit. Until he’d learned his lesson.
A watermelon, perhaps. Or a gopher.
Then again he had that neat little regenerative habit of his; she could rend him flesh from bone and he’d still reappear (mostly) whole to be toyed with again. Neither were off the table just yet, she was keeping her options open.
“Mayhaps I’ll take my argument to one who will see the worth of my presence.”
Send “We’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married.
thepocketqueer:
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. He’d just shot a goddess. “I - fuck, I’m sorry. You - uh - you startled me. I didn’t - “ Shane was just really glad she couldn’t actively be hurt by that.
“Get your act together- that was disgraceful. Who taught you how to shoot? A gut wound wouldn’t kill an eager duck quickly enough for the injury to stop it returning the favour to you. A Duck. Do you want to die by waterfowl? Because that may be in your future if you don’t sharpen up.”
“You shot me! With bullets!” Despite it all, she doesn’t appear wounded- merely... offended. “I’m not even worth silver?"She demanded, pulling her shirt away from her stomach and allowing the bullet that had penetrated neither to fall harmlessly to the ground.
“Put in more effort next time, that was a D+ at best.”
“So, you want the magical solution, hmm? Well I won’t say this is the wrong place… but it’s sure as hell going to cost you."
I want a thread where Hekate meets someone- someone who doesn’t know who she is on sight, who can’t tell what she is, and she’s about to pull the whole ‘I am the great goddess of land sea and sky, ecetera ecetera’ but she just… doesn’t.
Instead she makes a friend.
And time goes on and she can’t bring herself to tell the friend that she’s not… like them, so she just keeps playing at being not a goddess (with varying levels of success) and eventually the person starts to wonder like, why does all the crap that used to happen not happen to them anymore? No one bothers them on the street, their food never burns, they have great luck and the one time someone tried to mug them they abruptly ran away screaming like ???
Imagine if the friend was supernatural and so they spent their time trying to hide that world from their weird but okay new friend in return so Hekate also has to play super! double! oblivious! and it’s lots of conveniently looking away right as that vampire jumped them but oh, they burst into flames right after?? isn’t that weird?? Want some ice cream??
So it’s a race against time between Hekate who is suddenly trying to be As. Human. As. Possible and her friend who is investigating what’s going on like they’re sherlock holmes.
Shennigans ensue.