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“Nothing like a little family interview to make the gods seem a little more human. Good thing I barely talk to my sister.” Percy sets a bottle and two glasses. He could have barely cared about the contents, just enough proof to get them both through the night. “You doing okay over there, Yousef?” He sits next to him primly, a look of concern on his face. “With the interview and all?”
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@l1lxth
“What I wouldn’t give for people not to perceive me every time I go out and get coffee,” he replied, floating down, clutching everyone’s drink orders. Or what he assumed was their drink orders—it was a hit and miss. “The amount of photos, paps and anyone wanting a blessing makes me want to scream.”
atunderground:
“don’t kiss his ass – literally or figuratively. he’s got his followers to do that; otherwise it’ll get to his head,” tiago shook his head, but his words lacked the energy to strengthen his argument. maybe he’d let percy exploit the gag in his face (as much as it annoyed him) while he recovered, but once he was back to his usual steadiness, that’d be it. “haha–” he laughed, sarcastically– “that’s rich. the only thing i’ll take from that is that you think i’ve got charm. coming from the god who’s always in an armani suit, that’s a fist-class compliment.”
•
Remembering that one time that Yousef showed him Seros fanfiction, he made a face and moved on, trying to forcefully purge that from his mind. God-chasers and their fantasies. Even more unnerving that the dark beasts that wanted a piece of them or something. “Hey, you’re the one with better followers in the Underground—that’s gotta have some charm to it,” he laughed along, rolling his eyes. “Trust me, the Armani makes up for the fact that I have none.”
heavenscrowned:
“ We’re Gods, Percy. It was nothing. ” Or, at least, it needed to be treated as such. She had two years of this and did not plan to waste any moment that could be spend securing her legacy on recovery that didn’t really matter. Death was coming for them all, as long as she made it to the intended finish line … she did not want to step out of the race. That was the difference. “ That’s already the arrangement, so I’m unsure why you’re taking it up with … ” She trails off as a particular book seems to call to her and she pulls it off the shelf. “ Have you been through this one yet ? ”
"I didn’t ask to be a god, Alizeh. I didn’t even want to be one, so excuse me if dying in my thirties puts me in a sour mood.” But he noticed Alizeh trailing off, her focus on something other than the conversation—something on the shelves. To be fair, the specter of death looming over them via unidentified darkness monsters was a more pressing issue than his existential crisis over his mortality. “No. I’ve been trying to read and reread this one, but it gives me a fucking headache trying to even comprehend whatever it is it’s saying.”
l1lxth:
“We don’t tend to share stages down here,” Hisako responds back quietly. She’s not certain why– perhaps it’s because the miracles of the underground gods have the potential to literally drive a crown insane if performed one after the other, or that things are more territorial down here.
“Maybe I would’ve done it, though. With you at least. I think the crowd would literally beat itself to death if Tiago and I shared a stage. Wouldn’t be able to explain that one to the media, you know.”
"Now that’s a thought.” Percy felt a chill down his spine, rabid fans at each other’s throats and doing God knows what to each other under the influence of the performance. He didn’t want to relive that, not at all. “But thanks, ‘sako. Really. Next performance I get, you get billed next to me.” If there ever was a next performance. But he doesn’t say that. Not yet.
“Do you know what yours feel like?” It’s idle questioning, but it’s something that he’d always wondered. Percy knew what people said it felt like, but it’s better to get it straight to the source. “Your performances, miracles, that sort of thing. I don’t know.”
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stormyamaya:
“i have terrible…terrible news percy.” moving to couch down next to him as he sat in his chair. the billowing black fabric of her dress from her performance fluttering out around her as she made the quick movement. “percy….I LOST ALL THE PLATES THE FANS GAVE ME. DO YOU THINK THEY ARE STILL OKAY?”
@ercsmius
“You really loved those plates, huh,” he replies, looking at the few... followers that had turned to look at her, milling about. Frankly, he got chocolates and roses from his fans, and a few get creative with the gifts, but he couldn’t see the appeal. “I mean, you could probably get them next show. If there ever’s going to be one. Don’t stress about it.”
atunderground:
“don’t get all sappy on me, eh? it could’ve been any of us. plus, no one would’ve let me get away with leaving–” if he could borrow from hecate’s lexicon– “your sorry ass behind.” tiago shook his head. as much as it was said lightheartedly, abandoning the other god amidst the chaos had not even been an option. “listen, yousef can’t find out that i don’t hate his guts, ok? but him just standing there even so much as considering letting me fall kinda made me want to reconsider it all. had he helped me instead of standing there mooning everyone, we would’ve made it here far quicker.”
"To be fair, those shorts did have a few of those things looking his way. The maneuver of rip-off shirt to the tearaway pants really should be considered more when fighting monsters.” Percy replied, a growing smirk on his face. After getting away from it all, he wishes he could have taken a video of Yousef—but alas, fate was cruel to them all. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell him; I’ll let you keep up the cool facade you have going on. Adds to your... charm.”
heavenscrowned:
“ You say that like it’s a bad thing. ” Alizeh was proud of what she was able to do, believed that concerts every month should have left the other with a different tone. This wasn’t a death sentence, it was a bargain; she was working to make it pay off. “ That doesn’t stress me out. Not doing anything does. ” That’s why the hiding was driving her to the edge, that’s why she was ready for last night to start fixing things. “ If I was someone else, maybe, but we have a clock. ”
Percy is silent for a long while, looking at meaningless words on paper that seems older than he was. Flip, page. Flip, page. He almost died yesterday, and everyone wants their heads, and something something something. It almost felt like he was going to go on hiatus again, with the drama of it all. “Isn’t it? You had a sniper round and you got up like it was nothing,” he replies, exhausted. “Is being remembered worth the rest of your life? The rest of ours?”
heavenscrowned:
The fact that they’re in The Underground, with seemingly no plans to leave soon; at least, not as soon as Alizeh would prefer. Being here makes her skin crawl. If Percy was looking to have a productive conversation, now was likely not the time. “ What do you mean ? ” she asks, scanning the spines of books on the shelf they stood by. “ You implied, said I was running myself ragged. I disagree. ” It’s really not his fault, this edge had been sharpening inside her for months, he’s just the first to discover it.
"I did,” he replies, raising an eyebrow. She worked like a racehorse, and bled herself dry for her godhood, for her death sentence. It wasn’t something Percy could understand, the way that she could empty herself out to make a mark on the world and call it good. “Lachesis ran you through the media, even before Baldr. Concerts, what? Every month?” Percy takes a book and flips, trying to distract himself. “If the stress doesn’t kill you the goopy darkness monster will, you know. Especially with the bullet wound in your shoulder. Shouldn’t you be taking it easy for once?”
@l1lxth
“You know, I thought about doing a duo performance with you, once?” Percy sits on a sofa, staring up into the inky-black ceiling, “Thought about travelling here before my hiatus, getting you and Tiago and Em to—I don’t know. Do an Underground tour or something. You think you would’ve bit?”
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@heavenscrowned
"You know, we never did finish me answering you if you look ragged. What was that about, Alizeh?” The tone is even, but the walls are up and reinforced. He wasn’t going to fight, not yet, at least. “Was there anything you wanted to say?”
@atunderground
"My hero. Thanks for the whole,” he waves his hand around, trying to show genuine gratitude, and failing miserably. “Saving me thing. You alright there, Tiago? Falling down a hole couldn’t have been easy.”
l1lxth:
“I’m blocked,” Hisako isn’t sure which shitheel, in paritcular, Percy is referring to, but she’s blocked by mostly everyone in the entertainment business, so it’s safe to assume that this one blocked her too. Curious, she steps up on the couch– boots and all– to peer over his shoulder.
“Yeah, like, threaten to fuck their dead grandmother? They don’t know you can’t do it.”
“I don’t swing that way. And I’m not threatening their dead grandfather too, if that comes down to it.” he replies, rolling his eyes. “It’s the one you had a spat with on the red carpet, ‘Sako. The mouthy one. Actor, nice teeth, bad suit.”
Percy looks at the thread, and the argument in the replies, before pinching the bridge of his nose. “How about ‘I’ll give you erectile dysfunction next time I see you.’ Seems like a gas.”
unbrigid:
“Oh please, it’s well-worth it seeing how you dress. It’s not like you’re making him carry a case full of bricks. And even if you did, they’d be very fashionable bricks.” The sound of the roller-bag wheels clicking over the seams in the floor drew her attention. It’d been a while since she found herself on such solid ground. “I usually go thrifting the day I arrive somewhere and get what I need and then donate when I leave. Most of this is just my custom earrings. I would say that we should go thrifting but I’m afraid of going outside nowadays.”
"Yeah, the delight of going outside’s been marred by assassination attempts. Who knew?” He grabs a cigarette, and lights it with his finger, gingerly taking a smoke. Percy blew it away from her, of course—common courtesy was afforded that, but the taste of smoke wasn’t enough for his nerves to calm down. “We could still go thrifting, you know. Might worry Clotho, I’d be hard pressed to think what worries her nowadays,” he continues, taking a small puff before coughing again, “And if people try anything, I’ll try and fly you out or something. These wings must be good for something.”
@stormyamaya
"I would say I’d rather be shot than go to another daytime talk show, but you know—” He waves over to Yousef, draped over a couch and asking for something he can’t hear or place. Percy gives Amaya a sigh as he looks at the list of things to do, “You wanna swap? I could use a break from interviews.”
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unbrigid:
“I was, and I still have the hoof-print shaped bruises to prove it,” she replied with a chuckle. She got the sense that he was teasing her somewhat, but little did he know she actually enjoyed doing yoga with baby goats. “Nah,” she shrugged, gesturing the the rainbow rolling bag and the backpack slung over her shoulder, “This is all I’ve got. May I live simply… ”
Percy followed Penny, the little platitudes on her captions always catching his eye. Frankly, he didn’t have the constitution to pull off what she did—he’d rather walk a runway than hike a mountain. “You’re making me look bad, you know. I had Tiago cart up a few dozen bags,” he replied, huffing a laugh. “That wouldn’t last me a weekend trip. How do you do it?”
heavenscrowned:
‘ Frankly, I don’t understand why you stopped, ’ she answers, looking at him like that was obvious. What exactly was he expecting her to say, she who was only slowed by gunfire. ‘ But yes, Percy. If you’re asking my opinion, you should always be performing. ’ Opinion sounds an awful lot like fact when coming form her.
And there went the tone. It was always Eros, not Percy on the marquee, the music and the crowds and the persistent invasions of privacy always leaving him feeling raw afterwards, a little used by the public. No one wanted Percy, just the god dancing around his eyes, making him fly to the rafters. Not that Alizeh would sympathize. “Sure,” he replies, the walls coming back up. “I don’t—I think I’m just tired of turning myself inside out for them. Aren’t you?”