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&&. of course I’d prefer plots, but! I can also work with random threads,  so like this for a starter,           or shoot me a quick IM if you wanna plot  something out, I’m open for everything, really.  In the meantime, let me  get some stuff done,    and actually go more in depth with the about as I  really just gave away the basics of Hecate! 

❝ What’s with your face all of sudden? You seem clueless. ❞ It had only been a SPLIT second of the other having an expression on her face that gave her away, Junae had catched up on it rather quickly, may it be because she was so close to her face, or simply because she did pay attention to the smallest things.  ❝ At this point, me not being able to do such dumb poses isn’t important. You. You do not know WHAT or moreso WHO Hecate is. ❞ The words came out as if shot from a gun, quick, clear. Those humans, people like her are the reason the gods of mythology are dying, the reason their whole existence is slowly becoming meaningless. A bitter sounding huff comes from her, only after she had retreated away from Eunmi, eyeing her from head to toe.  ❝ You are not a God, a Goddess would know any other God in existence. ❞ Mh, Junae clearly didn’t catch the sarcasm, obviously jumping to the conclusion the female really might believe she was a God herself, it took her at least two minutes of complete silent until her mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, similiar sound leaving from her lips.  ❝ Sarcasm? ❞, questions the deity, offering a nod of her head, making it clear she understood now. Almost 30 years on earth and the human race didn’t quite make sense to her, with the way they spoke, the things they seemed to see as humour. Weirdos. All of them. Eyes squint at Eunmi’s words. FUNNY? How are her questions funny?  ❝ Are they? How so? ❞ Perhaps, dearest Junae, because no normal mortal would ask such things, unless they are so socially awkward they have never spoken to another person their entire life!  ❝ Eat! There is a GREEK restaurant here, it’s good, we should go there! ❞ Now that’s excitement in her voice, and one of the rare smiles she has to offer goes to Eunmi right about now.  ❝ As for something stupid, what kind of things would that be? Crimes? Huh? ❞

He can’t see it, but eyes instantly squint at him upon his statement being made, and Junae, for a second, really wonders whether that statement is supposed to be taken serious or as a joke – those humans really are something, you can never be certain. She did learn a fair amount of sarcasm over the years, but this, this didn’t seem quite like it. ❝ I thought you’re a student, so why are you being stupid? ❞, a clear, melodic voice repeats to him, as she turns her attention back to the ground, in order to see if anything could possible trigger her – or him – to stumble and break a bone, which would make the demise all too perfect. ❝ Someone tell me why this light is not working, who invented this? Who invented lights that could stop working? ❞ Stupid, she must seem very stupid right about now, but you see; the olymp is naturally lightened, no lights are needed, this concept is beyond her, still, and the fact they can STOP working settles the awe she has for this specific creation of human minds. ❝ Do something! Turn it back on! ❞, at this point she is ALMOST yelling, after all the goddess herself is associated with LIGHT, not the darkness, there might be a reason for it, such as – being afraid of the dark? 

❝ You’re being annoying. ❞, says Junae, her facial expression seemingly disgusted. It’s a blunt statement, for certain, but she has no intention of taking it back or apologizing for it, as she feels it’s only right to let her KNOW. Not a fan of people stating the obvious, not a fan of people hastily repeating themselves – yet Junae isn’t one to get stuck on such things for a long time, moving on is the best option, rather than arguing over what’s been said. So she simply raises her chin up, eyes fixing on the other female with her now expressionless face. ❝ I did get you the first time, however, we should move on, I believe. Did you have a drink or two too much? ❞ The question is not coming out of the blue, she does seem intoxicated, yet Junae isn’t sure whether or not liquor might be the reason behind it, if so, it’d explain the annoying way of how she speaks this very moment, the slightly mumbled speech– No idea where she got the liquor from, if she really was a little TIPSY. A hand rummages through her bag, pulling out a small bottle of water which is almost instantly offered to the other;  ❝ You should drink some water, darling. It’ll be good for you. ❞

❝ NIGHTMARISH? That’s what I like to hear. ❞ Conversation only started but already she got stuck on something that was NOT the point of it all– he did not engage in a conversation to possibly hear just how much such simple word could boost the goddess’ ego up by a ton. The smile on her face, a rather rare occurrence at that, only showed that she indeed was quite happy with something another being would get mad over. Despite that, it was not something Hecate had aspired, the somewhat eerie atmosphere that seemed to seep from her entire being had built up over the span of her roaming the earth, having caused more chaos than she’d like to admit. ❝ Now, now I’m doing fairly well. ❞ The words seem almost purred out, a quite husky undertone to her voice, and of course she’d not be herself if she wouldn’t invade what humans, or lots of other beings, called their private space, so she did inch closer, elegantly like a cat, with her left hand tugging at the collar of his shirt to get him to come down by a little; him being much taller and such, observing him closely. ❝ You do look good, too. Dead, but good. Like a GOD almost, with that nice skin. Though, I am not exactly fond of that coldness. ❞ As the sentence leaves from red tinted lips the hand formerly on his collar moves, fingertips tracing along his neck to make sure he knew just what she was speaking about. ❝ Feels like ICE. ❞

❝ I, obviously, cannot. I’ve given it the best I can. I swear on HECATE herself, I did. ❞ Now, without the others knowledge she had sworn on herself – to her it may seem like something BIG, as if she was honest with her words, when in reality she didn’t even half-assed it, it was far worse than just that. Junae, she didn’t care, not the SLIGHTEST bit. Not that she agreed on a quick posing session anyway. She did not need to learn those modeling poses the other tried to teach her. It was of no WORTH for her life. ❝ We can move on, we have figured, to much failure on my side, that I shall not ever become a model. ❞ And with that sentence being said she’s closer to Eunmi, her face only a few inches away from hers with her eyes squinting. ❝ Your skin is nearly flawless, I am quite impressed. ❞ Another bit closer. ❝ I had thought only gods of some kind possess flawless pale skin. ❞ She WANTS to jump to a conclusion right there, perhaps calling her out as a demi-goddess, maybe even a pure one at that, but instead she remains calm, silent for good a minute in which she just stares. As she retreats a few steps away, hands move behind her back, letting out a ever so soft hum. Hecate’s tongue pokes out to wet her dry lips, clearing her throat as if wanting Eunmi to suggest the next thing to do, or just speak in general. ❝ Hm, since you seemingly stopped being able to speak or converse with me in any way, I shall suggest that we do something more fun together. As in, bonding? What do mortals– humans, do when they want to bond? ❞

"That has a little bit of the flavor of human skin to it."

 -- additionally you can send ‘Olympus Falling’ for a starter!