Hephaestus Thyme

“You misunderstand my intentions, old man,” he spat. “I do not want to talk, I want to devour them. That is, of course, the only proper punishment for their betrayal, don’t you think?” He didn’t really get the calmness of the other. There was no calm in Asgard, was there really such calmness other places?

Either way, the wolf made no motion to move from his spot. While the Vidar was not a deity, he was still the son of one - and so his ego remained.

“Happy memory? I do not have happy memories. Expecting me to come here with them is silly.” Really, Vidar doubted the chip on his shoulder would ever dissipate. He lived his life praying for revenge upon those who had betrayed him and locked him away, waiting for Ragnarok to come so he could devour Odin.

The Loa let a heavy stripe of smoke out of his lungs which rose slowly around his face. He looked to the Norse wolf and gave him an understanding nod. “I didn’t say I was looking for them so you may talk,” Hephaestus replied warmly. “They know you are looking for them to kill them and as I said, most don’t want to be bothered with you.”

A bartender appeared and put a pair of short glasses and a bottle of rum on the table. She took the chip from aside Vidar’s leg and left. The Loa moved his cane back to behind the table and reached for the bottle before Vidar had a chance to kick it and make a scene.

her senses were going haywire , lungs almost bursting from the energy she breathed in . but edie doesn’t turn around and leave. instead , she steps further into the establishment with as much curiosity or stupidity as a lost angel could have . she was surrounded by a variety of characters , either living or dead , that much she knew . but she couldn’t pin point just who or what she could be worried about. and it set a rush of adrenaline through her , one she wholly welcomes as she eyes the various patrons. a table at the far end makes her pause to look , almost as if it were calling her attention. she cranes her neck just to see , before inching closer. an easy smile and a small quirk of her brow comes her response at the man’s statement. ’ oh , i’m not looking to play , ’ she admits , standing stock still. ‘ but i’m not opposed to buying a possible new acquaintance a drink  :  what’ll you be having ? ’

The Loa could still feel the heat of the angel’s memory burning in his chest, but not like the sear of the smoke he often filled his lungs with. This was healing and this was biblical, things he hadn’t felt in a while. When he invites the angel to play and she declines, he smiles slowly and sits back to watch her, not unlike a creature he’s never seen before. Of course, he’s seen angels, but none quite so... fresh and dewy new as this one.

carnelian: our muses fight together and have each other’s back

PALE  GREEN  GAZE  ROLLED  JUST  enough  for  it  to  look  more  playful  than  much  of  anything  else,  a  finger  starting  to  tap  lightly  on  the  rim  of  the  glass  in  their  hand.  “  just  when  i  thought  i  was  going  to  enjoy  my  night  off, ”  calyspo  returned  airily, surveying  the  table  and  its  occupants  avidly.  cards  and   the  multitude  of  games  that  she  had  been  taught  over  the  years  had  always  been  fun  and  intriguing  to  them, but  never  a  skill  that  they  practiced  enough  to  sit  at  the  table  and  engage.  not  when  their  competitive  nature  would  no  doubt  have  calypso  attempting  to  flip  the  table  over  should  they  lose.  “  be  that  as  it  may,  i’m  in  a  rather  amicable  mood  tonight  and  could  be  convinced  to  go  and  get  you  something  from  the  bar. ”  not  for  free  of  course,  but  for  the  mere  price  of  not  having  to  pay  for  their  next  drink,  and  perhaps  to  join  in  when  it  looked  like  less  skilled  players  were  occupying  the  table.  “  what’ll  it  be,  gramps  ?  some  of  that  godawful  whiskey,  or  are  you  in  more  of  a  gin  mood ? ”  calypso  asked,  casual  as  you  may  please.  she  was  a  staple  enough  in  epoch  on  their  nights  off  that  she  could  practically  name  the  entire  top  shelf  liquors  without  even  looking,  knowing  it  almost  as  well  as  their  own  set  up  at  obscenity. 

Hephaestus puffed on his pipe as he collected chips and stacked them, smiling around the bit. He enjoyed their attitude because it made him think of a confident child -- well, a child to him. The Loa was an old being, most everyone was a child to him and he enjoyed acting as a father or grandfather, as the case might be.

Vidar was never one to take orders well. Perhaps it was a side effect of his father being the god of chaos, a trickster. Or maybe he was just destined to be an utter asshole. 

Whatever the reason, he sat at the table regardless and moved to place his feet atop the table - in the way of the game. “Now, now,” he chirped. “I was just going to watch, but now you’ve told me I can’t do something. We both know that just won’t do, old man.” He paused, tilting his head. “And have you ever considered wearing less fabric?”

Hephaestus gave a wider smile which became terse as he put his pipe to his lips as pulled in the pot on the table to be stacked in his favor. The Loa easily lifted the feet of a son of a god and gathered the last of his chips before tossing one to land aside Vidar’s leg.

“Why are you here this time? I told you that I cannot take you to gods who do not wish to be found. That would make them mistrustful and as you well know, I am amiable to everyone.” Hephaestus opened his hands to the other people at the card table. He halted the dealer because Vidar’s feet were still on the table. “I merely desire for you to hand that chip to the bartender. Seems I’m out of rum.”

Pulling up his cane Hephaestus finally addressed the feet on his table and tapped the man’s boot with his handle. His traveling symbol slowly carved it’s way through the sole and Hephaestus lowered his cane before taking his pipe from his mouth. “It will guide you, Vidar, and not through peril.” The Loa puffed on his pipe and then settled back into his seat so that only the whites of his eyes could be seen in the dimly lit speakeasy.

HEPHAESTUS THYME called into ORACLE FM. They were a little bit CHEEKY & ENIGMATIC at first, but we kept them talking until they got a little WATCHFUL & GUIDING. They said they’ve been working as OWNER OF EPOCH, and thinking about aligning themselves with N/A since they have been living in Nova Satus for FIFTY-FIVE YEARS, and from what we can tell, they still give off huge THE DRIPPING OF BLOOD ON THE GROUND, POWER THROUGH DARKNESS, & FEEBLE-LEGGED BUT WISE-EYED GAMBLER vibes. [ DJIMON HOUNSOU, HAITIAN LOA (PAPA LEGBA), CIS-MAN, UNKNOWN, HE/HIM ]

TW: Rape Mention, Slavery Mention, Child Abuse Mention, Physical Disability, Death

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