maskormenace | othala | video ✺ an inheritance is like a double edged sword

[a placid Kurt Cobain impersonator on your feed; he's had a rough month, but right now he's looking resolved, at least. he's sitting with his knees up on a pretty autumnal overlook in the Virginian mountains, hands curled around his first Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season. the cup, tilted just enough towards the camera, reads, "HAGGIS"]

Um. For people who didn't know. Laura Wilson -- um, Persephone -- she's left. Gone home. Whatever.

[for a good 30 seconds, it seems that's about all he's figured out to say, grey eyes sort of deer-in-headlights looking. then he blurts] And she's kicking ass in floral leggings wherever she is, so I don't want a bunch of sympathy about it. Or people saying sorry. It'd be better if you left me an irreverent tweet or vlogged at me about eating ass. Actually, I'm requesting it. That's what she'd want her legacy to be.

[he rubs at his face, which has gotten kind of flustered despite himself]

Uh. And I guess I'm a Co-Prince of Hel now. Just in time for Halloween. Which -- is something. Uh. I've got some plans for it, once I get the place more cleaned up. The plans don't involve cool concerts or divine grief counseling or rockstar orgies. Sorry. I'm throwing all those couches away. But I'm -- I'm gonna do something good with it. [he amends] I'm gonna try to, anyway. Something she'd like.

Watch this spooky space, I guess.

[he sips his latte, and after a moment, adds]

And if you left stuff in Hades besides weird stains and good memories, let me know. I'll mail it by cave bat. Cheaper than Fedex.

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[Here Magnus asked for no one to show their sympathies, and yet...]

I don't suppose you'd like to talk about this?

[Yes, that is D33 actually offering to talk about feelings with someone, perhaps even showing the first feeble signs of empathy forming.

[It's just that he understands now, somewhat, what it's like to really lose someone (even if his few someones have all come back by now).

[He'll ignore that bit about eating ass.]

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooo Sad.

[ Says the long, drawn out electronic voice.

Truly, he thinks it's a tragedy. ]

Did you get mountain dew in your melodica? It's sticking.

What, that didn't sound sincere enough?

[ A pause. ]

Perhaps I should try again, should I? Maybe I can make it sound more genuine if I really try.

[this is definitely opposite day, with Magnus pushing away empathy and D33 offering it; Magnus blinks at the text for a long few moments, before]

i think i'm responsible enough to run my own hell. i watch my friends' pets a lot.

You know I don't actually have to listen to this bad remix? What do you want.

[ Baal knows what Persephone-- Laura's gone back to all too well, which is maybe reflected in his expression slightly, but he's not about to be the one who rains on someone's positive thinking. Even if raining on things is kind of his job. ]

So that's who it went to. [ Probably a good thing. ] Is there a Grand Re-opening planned?

Me and another demigod, yeah. [...] I've known for a while, but I -- um. I haven't wanted to go down for a bit.

[it's stupid. he's just said he doesn't want to hear sorry's, but he sort of wants to say one to Baal. he's lost Laura, too. how is he dealing with it?]

Yeah. It won't be a club anymore. Sorry if that, uh, sucks, but I'm 17, I can't even legally drink. I can't be a club owner. And that's not why Hades was important, anyway.

Aww, bummer! That's no good. Hey, I made some microwave mac and cheese and it came out too watery? So I put some flour in it and now it's gross but what can you do on this crazy world with more than one type of food.

[...]

You want help with moving those couches?

[Magnus laughs]

Gross. RIP M-N-C.Thanks for the shitpost.

( she's not particularly close to this situation so despite the fact that she gets the feeling there is probably Stuff He Should Talk About, she also knows she's not the person best equipped to do, you know, that talking thing. ignoring your feelings is cool! )

I'd be happy to vlog about eating pussy instead.

Um. I could use a hand, yeah, if you're offering. In a week or so. I'm sort of keeping it closed to visitors right now because I already had a mourning fan get in and chain herself to the bar.

[ignoring your feelings is in fact the one true way in their Tree of Repression. up top!]

[quickly;]

Please don't.

[ Stoically while utterly distressed internally is how!! As one does. Also: British dry wit. ]

I'm not sure I can even drink here legally, either. What's the proper age? Twenty? Twenty-one? [ ... But anyway: ] That's fine. It was her "better place." That's the only spirit of it you need to keep going.

[that gets his lips to quirk, somewhat]

Yeah. That's her real legacy, isn't? Trying to do better. Fucking up, but still trying.

[...]

Can I ask you some advice?

Not only hers.

[ A pretty fundamental thing to have in common, and probably why the two of them understood each other as well as they did. Baal exhales, then raises his eyebrow. ]

Yeah. What's going on?

[he would usually just say something like "damn that's whack" but he's trying something new:] By the Vaulted Heights of K'th Kinsere!

[mmm nope just sounds too weird.]

I mean, damn that's whack. I could put, like, a giant boulder in the way of the entrance? Or just get an armful of a field of flowers. I'm trying to think of stuff Persephone would've thought cool. Skeletons? --Wait, no. Not those!

It's a business question.

[who better to ask than Baal, the savvy young business tycoon?]

She paid me a ton of money to grow flowers, kiss booboos, and make her massage appointments. How can I make sure it goes back into Hades in like, not a clueless way?

[...]

I wanna grow food, down there. And give it to people who need it. And connect it to a tomb up top, where people can come take it for free. I made a list of things I'll need, and so far I just have "produce refrigerators that don't just have champagne in them."

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It's cool, I figured out how to shut it now.

She liked skeletons. What's wrong with skeletons?

The logistics of where I'd get enough of them to block the door, to start with.

...

Right. Plastic ones. They're-- yeah. That's definitely what I was thinking of. All in the shops now. Lovely things. Might go buy an armful of them just-- for fun, really. Yeah.

[have a big smile, Magnus putting his chin in his hand]

Persephone would like this too. Stuff that makes the FBI worried.

Please don't gravedig, though. It's rude.

[ Where did this reputation even come from? Because he wears well-tailored suits?? ]

Like a food bank? You could probably run it as a non-profit or a charity. How much of this money have you got left over? Use that to set up. You'll still need a source of income to remain sustainable.

Sounds like all humans are united by a fundamental fear of their own skeletons. I mean-- there's been worse banners to be united under.

[a purple spiky one, for example.]

Oh, I won't. Just so the agent reading this knows: finding them encapsulated in a weird wooden box just makes it too much effort. My skeleton crimes remain at the best possible number of 0.5.

[yes. and also he was in office. Business Things]

I don't know. I don't trust banks so she paid me in cash. I just started making piles under the floorboards in my treehouse. A couple thousand dollars? Maybe 50k?

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