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lostcarnival2018-05-04 02:36 am
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What do you see? (Open)
Who: Hades & Open
When: D52
Where: Carnival Grounds
What: A god settling in. No big deal.
Warnings: Just Hades being his usual strange self.
The day feels fresh and new, though he has seen many, many days before. His shadowy wings are stretched out - as if he has just landed - and he looks around with calm curiosity. He has chosen to be here and he will be an odd sight for some time yet. Of course, he may not be a strange sight to everyone. His appearance seems to change in the eyes of others, though, at present, if one has no opinion about death, he will be a tall horned figure, covered in fur and feathers.
But his face is human enough. That is perhaps the most unnerving part of all.
He can be found, poking about, familiarizing himself with his new home. Eventually he will be standing before his trailer, wondering what it is like to live in such a contraption. Humans are such intriguing creatures - even if, in comparison to him, they are nothing more than insects.
Yet insects have life - they have value - and Hades is fond of them, alive or dead. Should anyone pass by, he will give them a small, knowing smile.
Well met.
When: D52
Where: Carnival Grounds
What: A god settling in. No big deal.
Warnings: Just Hades being his usual strange self.
The day feels fresh and new, though he has seen many, many days before. His shadowy wings are stretched out - as if he has just landed - and he looks around with calm curiosity. He has chosen to be here and he will be an odd sight for some time yet. Of course, he may not be a strange sight to everyone. His appearance seems to change in the eyes of others, though, at present, if one has no opinion about death, he will be a tall horned figure, covered in fur and feathers.
But his face is human enough. That is perhaps the most unnerving part of all.
He can be found, poking about, familiarizing himself with his new home. Eventually he will be standing before his trailer, wondering what it is like to live in such a contraption. Humans are such intriguing creatures - even if, in comparison to him, they are nothing more than insects.
Yet insects have life - they have value - and Hades is fond of them, alive or dead. Should anyone pass by, he will give them a small, knowing smile.
Well met.
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"I am." his voice may sound coarse to her ears - a sign of a man who has seen and endured nightmares beyond counting. His movements additionally will seem halted, though there is something like amusement curving his scarred lips.
"Are you here to greet me?"
After centuries upon centuries upon centuries of greeting the dead to their new home, Hades now finds himself in that position. How quaint!