Video | Two (can be as bad as one)

[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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[pummelgranite]

[ . . .there's not the tiniest speck of offense taken at his assessment, it basically matches her own. And who'd know better than him? Still, it takes a long moment for her to get her next question out. ]





What's he like?

[abandon_hope]

He's ... cold. Distant. Half the time when he sees me, he says my sister should have survived instead. She'd have been a much better kid for him.

[ His voice drops to a whisper. ]

But I love him.

[pummelgranite]

. . . uh. That sounds like a huge asshole.

[abandon_hope]

Well he's mine. And I see more of him than any other half-blood.

[pummelgranite]

Shit, there's gotta be like- dozens of you, right? Half bloods?

[abandon_hope]

Dozens of Hermes kids alone, you mean. Try a couple hundred. And that's just the Greek side.

[pummelgranite]

No. Way.


All at the same time? Like, just. Always? That's so fucked up! How does your fandom even fucking keep track!?

[abandon_hope]

Our - what? And I dunno, I guess there's more than usual right now, but not by much.

[pummelgranite]

You fandom? Your fans? How do they keep track-


Or is it like a K-pop thing, where people just follow their favorite groups?

[abandon_hope]

Nobody follows us. Mortals don't know who we are. There's a thing called the Mist that obscures us.

[pummelgranite]

. . .


Shit.

[abandon_hope]

It's not a bad thing. I don't want to deal with mortals any more than I have to.

[pummelgranite]

Yeah, but you can-



- wait. OK back up again. Are you saying there are all these gods and half gods, but nobody knows? Like, what, you just have a one night stand who makes a big deal about not using a rubber and then nine months later you've got-



How does that even work? What do people believe in?

[abandon_hope]

... I dunno. America's mostly Christian? Not that it matters. Everyone ends up in the Underworld one way or another.

[pummelgranite]

Hhhhhhuh.

[abandon_hope]

They don't know. It doesn't matter. We're the only ones who know what's really going on.

[pummelgranite]

I guess at least someone does. Still...

[abandon_hope]

Not what you're used to?

[pummelgranite]

Not even a tiny bit.

[abandon_hope]

What is it like?

[pummelgranite]

Everyone knows. Not everyone believes, or cares, but it's not like it's some secret.



Every 90 years, twelve gods reincarnate. They- we, it's not like we go wage wars, or fight monsters or whatever. But we change things. We change people. We change human history. And then two years later . . .


[ She clicks her fingers again, and what's left of her cigarette, butt and all, crumbles to dust. ]

[abandon_hope]

Two years? Every ninety years?

That's crazy.

[pummelgranite]

[ She snorts humorlessly. ]


Works great for birth control.

[abandon_hope]

Gods find a way. Trust me.

[pummelgranite]

Then maybe the worlds just better fucking off without us. Who knows.