#mp-hermes

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Hera expected more fight from Poseidon as she persuaded him from his council seat. Instead, all it took was a little shove, a cute smile, and an impressive amount of sweet talk for her brother to bend and give his seat over. She was previously on the council her last time on the island, surrounded by some very strong goddesses that she greatly respected. Things were slightly more balanced now between gods and goddess but Poseidon told her some pantheon were either unrepresented or only partially represented. That concerned her but she moved along, her heels clicking along the marble floors of city hall, confidently making her way to the council chambers.

Upon entering she found some familiar faces speaking over one another and a very familiar family member of hers tipped back in his chair. How unprofessional, Hermes. It was easy for her to scold the younger god in her mind before the room came to a quiet halt at her entrance. She greeted the room with a polite bow before moving to take the seat next to Hermes, a god she treated like her own son. Her eyes held a motherly glare, as she smoothed her pencil skirt under her legs. Hera’s easy to miss French accent slipped through as she spoke. “Sit up properly Hermes, you are on the council for goodness sake.”

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“Oh I don’t know about that. How many places have you been to in this world that house god and demigod side by side without killing each other or throwing the world into complete chaos?” He had been surprised himself to find that this island was mostly under control and it’s residents well behaved. “Of course that can’t last forever but still, it’s quite an accomplishment to get this many powerful beings together while still keeping civil.” 

Her gaze lifts from where she had been looking down at the world below them to go over to the deity at her side. Admittedly she hadn’t expected to get any company while seated on the highest branch of the tallest tree in the forest, but then apparently this Greek god with the winged shoes had changed that expectation swiftly. Perhaps he’d been interested in the girl sitting so high up in a tree, perhaps he had merely been bored and decided to come talk to her. She doesn’t know what drove him here, only knows that she has not met him before, that he must not have been at Mount Phoenix long.

“I was referring to this island being full of idiots,” she replies easily, no flicker of hesitation or fear in her gaze nor voice as she delivers the sentence quite levelly. “But sure, when you explain it like that it does become a bit of a special place. I’ve lived here my entire life, though, it has long lost its novelty to me.” She gives a little shrug of her shoulders, then motions down at the forest below them.

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nonverbal meme prompts: no longer accepting

Things could not have been more hectic in the ER that morning. A pile-up on one of the main roads of the city was bringing in victim after victim, on top of the already busy ER that was finally getting the last of the drunk partiers out. On top of it all, the doctors and nurses were all trying to trade off from night shift to day shift. Meaning there were both too many and not enough attendees helping out. Krystal was frantically running between patients, helping nurses, shuffling exhausted doctors out and the rest of her shift in, moving around patients and patient charts. She was only a resident but she was one of the only high-ranking members of staff available until more people came in for their shifts.

She was looking down at her pager and pulling her phone from her white coat pocket to respond when she felt an arm around her waist pulling her back behind a body. Krystal looked up to find Hermes pushing her behind him after she hadn’t noticed a drunk patient pulled out a knife and begin threatening the staff. She looked over his shoulder while on her tiptoes as security got him restrained and she let out a deep breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“Thank you, I didn’t see him.”

Psyche had been attending to her garden — like always, hiding away with the beautiful plants that she had always considered essential to her life and her being. Resting upon the ground, she sat on her knees leaned forward ever so slightly with her hands dug beneath the soil. She was digging up a plant that wasn’t thriving and transplanting it to a pot so that way she could look after it better within her home so she could properly diagnose it and tend to it since she basically had nothing to ever do but this.

Carefully she removed it from the ground and into the pot and sat it to the side, almost as if on queue for Hermes to join her. “Oh, hi?” — she tilted her head slightly and glanced up at him and then to his hands that held a bouquet. “Hermes..” she stood up, brushing the dirt from her hands onto her pants as she inched closer to him and wore the biggest smile. “These are beautiful..” she hummed happily as she reached out and took hold of the bouquet and brought them closer to her face so the petals could kiss her skin and she could smell the sweet aroma that came with them. “And they smell just as beautiful”

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Melody was pacing back and forth in Hermes’ office in city hall. Manicured fingers anxiously raking through her long brown hair and the sounds of her boots hitting the hard floors was echoing off the walls. Everything happened so quickly, one second she was absolutely fine and the next she was mid-panic attack and being escorted into a private office by the god currently watching her break down. The demigoddess had calmed enough to think clearly but she was obviously still in distress as she worked on keeping her breathing steady. All of this happened because of one phone call... one simple threatening phone call from her ex-girlfriend.

Her new number was supposed to be top of the line, untraceable and impossible to find. Of course, thanks to the island’s magic the psychotic woman trying to kill her still didn’t know where she was but, she could now contact her. The woman was relentless in her quest for blood, she wanted Melody badly and she a lot of strings to pull and lot of people in her pocket in very high places. It would take all the gods in the world to take her down and now, her family in the US was in even more danger. It was probably quite dumb of her to keep all of this from her friends and family here on the island, they wanted her to be safe as badly as she wanted to keep them safe. However, she had no way of knowing in the simple knowledge of her situation would put any of them in danger and she couldn’t take that risk.

“Yes. Yes, okay. I lied, and I have been lying since I got here. I only did it to keep everyone safe, I know she can’t get to me here but now... now my other family is in danger too.”

very late cont from here w/ @mp-hermes ft Phobetor & Hermes 

Nursing a low glass of red, Phobetor gazes around the familiar faces of his pantheon as they break bread, drink and be merry in yet another odd fushion of Christian and Pagan traditions. No matter how many years the god of nightmares is on this island, there are some things he will never get used to, Christmas being one of them. Especially with this bunch.

The second, and probably most terminal thing he will never be comfortable with, is sadly also being in their presence. Though a god of good breeding himself, there was something to his darkness, as it makes home as shadows in the corner with and around him, that seems to feel more comfortable alone, and away from the crowd. Not knowing that he had strayed under a bushel of mistletoe. It isn’t until Hermes comes bounding happily towards him that Phobetor’s eyes shift from observing the crowd, to looking back at the god before a kiss is laid on his lips and he’s left to blink in surprise.