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[pummelgranite]

[ This time there's no movement in the background. She's reclining on what seems to be a throne of flowering greenery, and a smattering of animal bones. ]



Head count, who's dead? No, wait, actually- who's died.



Also, anyone got any spare human skulls you're looking to move? I'll take other skulls too if they look cool enough, or whatever.

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[abandon_hope]

Of course. I told you, there's no Underworld here, but ...

[ He shrugs, gesturing. A skeleton hand bursts out of the ground next to him, followed by the rest of its upper torso. ]

The bones remember.

[pummelgranite]

[ WHELP THAT IS TOO COOL AND SHE HAS FORGOTTEN TO BE MAD ]


Holy shit! No way!


[ Just, beelining back over, offering a hand to help it up. Skeletonskeletonskeleton 8) ]

[abandon_hope]

[ Mr. Skeleton looks a bit disturbed by having someone excited to see him, but he pulls himself out the rest of the way. Nico, meanwhile, unbends a fraction of an inch. ]

There's not much to them. Just the basics.

[pummelgranite]

Just the bare bones, huh?


[ Someone's been spending too much time in Baphomet's Pungeon. Skeleton, be Persephone's friend, she totally wants to take his hands and inspect and- ]

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico snorts faintly at that, but she gets a smile out of him. Meanwhile Mr. Skeleton obediently drifts closer. ]

He likes you.

[pummelgranite]

Duh.

[ yesssssssss y e s. she stalks around them both. ]


Is this the Porter? Can you always do this? Tell him he's awesome.

[abandon_hope]

Uh -

[ He withdraws a bit. All this attention is making him shy. ]

No, yes, and he can hear you just fine. [ A beat. ] I'm Nico. Nico di Angelo.

[pummelgranite]

Hi Nico.


[ Her scrutiny is sharp, if still pleased by what she's seeing. Almost predatory in delight, compared by the cold hostility she'd had just minutes ago. ]


You know who I am, now, don't you?

[abandon_hope]

[ He nods at that. ]

You still feel more like a half-blood than a full goddess. But ... whatever you've got, it's Persephone's.

[pummelgranite]

[ Something flickers on her face. She'd be sticking to the party line so far "yes I'm a god, yes THAT god, fuck you if you doubt." And she's not particularly in the mood to explain the recurrence. Or rather... what she thought she'd known of the recurrence. What a fucking mess.

On the other hand, he's . . . family, right? Moreso than Baphomet, or the Morrigan, certainly more than any Lucifer. In the end, her mood deflates only a little, and she shrugs. ]


It's complicated but . . . I am who I am.

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico, meanwhile, would rather have a half-blood-esque relative than a full god here anyway. He's used to gods being ... well ... dicks. Enormous dicks. ]

Persephone, then. Are vines the only thing you have?

[pummelgranite]

Nuh uh. I'd be a pretty boring god if I only had the one miracle.

[abandon_hope]

"Miracle"? Is that what you call it?

[pummelgranite]

When they don't get handed out to ever asshole who gets teleported in? Yeah.


Here it's just- whatever.

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico makes a face. ]

I know. It's ridiculous. All these - mortals running around like this.

[pummelgranite]

Right? I'd say "who's stupid idea" but it's just like, the Americans...

[abandon_hope]

[ A rumbling sort of grumble. ]

Lachesis.

[pummelgranite]

. . . Latches?

[abandon_hope]

No, Lachesis. The Fate. That's who we thought it was at first.

[pummelgranite]

Oh, but she said it's not? I thought the Porter had it's own like, brain or whatever.

[abandon_hope]

It does. But it's not Lachesis. Luke and I broke in a while back and tried to get her attention. It ... worked, but it wasn't her.

[pummelgranite]

[ . . . ]




Who's attention did you get? You didn't figure out a way out of here, did you?

[abandon_hope]

I don't know. And ... no. No one can do that. Not on purpose.

[ He moves to sit on one of the tombstones. Mr. Skeleton sits as well, crosslegged. ]

[pummelgranite]

[ She'll just lean on a tree. ]


Right . . .



Smoke?

[abandon_hope]

[ Nico shakes his head. ]

Seen way too many dead smokers.