Lindley Cardan

“Excuse me-----OH. MY!” Instinctively she reached out and gave the stiff figure a quick hug pulling back within the same millisecond. “Gruncle! How have you been. I haven’t seen you since that whole. You know. Thing.” Best not to mention his falling in exact words, not that she really had anything to do with it, but it had been the talk of the divine realm for a while even centuries after it’s passing. “What are you even up to?”

"Hands off!" he growled and stepped back, lip curling in one corner, already furthered incensed when Lindley brought up the Thing even if she did not name it directly. "That's none of your business and what in Hell's name is a Gruncle?!" Was it some new insult?

The push was nothing, barely a shove and if she was honest with herself she expected it. A lot of the older deities, in this case former deity could be quiet stiff, depressing even, but after being alive for thousands upon thousands of years would likely drain any being.

"Oh don't be a sour puss. You're a gruncle, please tell me I don't have to explain this to you, you do like live in this century right?" Looking away for amount she seemed embarrassed for him before turning her full attention right back to him. "You're a grumpy uncle. It fits though right? You're grumpy and old like an uncle, thus, a gruncle."

for: anyone and everyone~ @vievecorcitystarters location: the sidewalk outside liber (klin)

While there were no official Vibe Fest parties in Klin, it did not stop various bars and clubs from throwing many of their own to take advantage of the revelry. Matthew hated Vibe Fest just as he hated most forms of merriment, but the hate was especially strong that evening.

He had stupidly chosen this weekend to come by Liber again after being a recluse at home for so long and he was starting to think that it was a terrible idea. It did not help that he was still depowered and opening himself a portal to go home was not an option.

Liber was very lively, which was always a good thing, but Matthew still felt the need to step out for a moment. He exited his wine bar and walked a bit of the ways down before pulling out his sleek silver cigarette case to fish one out to place between his lips. He would normally have lit it magically with a flick of his fingers, but alas... The fallen deity growled in annoyance and flagged down a passing person to ask (rather menacingly)...

"Do you have a light?"

“Excuse me-----OH. MY!” Instinctively she reached out and gave the stiff figure a quick hug pulling back within the same millisecond. “Gruncle! How have you been. I haven’t seen you since that whole. You know. Thing.” Best not to mention his falling in exact words, not that she really had anything to do with it, but it had been the talk of the divine realm for a while even centuries after it’s passing. “What are you even up to?”

location: anywhere with a stage and a bar

Jo had drifted away from the stage towards an area where the bass in her chest was less intense. The drink in her hand was her third, maybe fourth—enough to take the edge off without dulling anything important. A cigarette burned slow between her fingers, forgotten more often than not as her gaze tracked the crowd without really focusing on anyone in particular. It was a welcome change, she told herself, that most of them were human. That this wasn't yet another event lead by gods or devils or ghosts. But something in her chest still sat wrong. Her jaw tightened faintly as she remembered her visit to the Rubicund—the warmth under her skin, the quiet where there had only ever been noise. It had been the first time in years she could remember feeling… good. Jo exhaled sharply through her nose, dragging on her cigarette like that might burn the thought out before it could settle. It wasn't worth it. She knew better. She already had one bad habit that didn't go with the job.

She tipped the rest of her drink back, more out of habit than anything else, and let her gaze drift again—this time catching on someone lingering close by. She barely caught the tail end of the conversation they'd been having over the phone, but when their gaze met, she lifted her glass at them, the corner of her mouth tipping just slightly. “Got stood up?” She asked, voice even. A beat passed before she tipped her head toward the bar behind her. “I was getting another. You want one?”