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Post by *nike* on Dec 31, 2010 2:30:56 GMT -5
Olympus. The grandest place in the world. Or so they said, Nike wasn't buying into it. Just like she wasn't buying that this Throne Room was all that amazing. She'd decided that it was pretty, but not as impressive as everyone made it seem. Maybe she just wasn't easily impressed, because she was sure that anybody else would be staring in amazement. Or maybe she was just impressed by odd things, because the strawberry Orange Julius she was drinking was dang impressive to her. How they made it taste so amazing, she'd never know. Unless she decided to take up a job there, but that would never happen. She couldn't deal with wearing a uniform as ugly as those. Or just a uniform in general.
Creativity was expressed through clothing she'd heard. Not that she was ever that creative with her clothing. Though she did tend to dress a little differently than most of the immortals around here. Instead of dressy shoes, she wore flip-flops. Instead of fancy shirts and skirts or pants, she chose shorts and a purple Phoenix Suns t-shirt. In her opinion, it was comfort over style. Well besides the green kids sunglasses sitting atop her head. That was just personal taste.
Nike wasn't really sure if she was even allowed to be in the throne room, but here she was. One thing she knew for certain though was not to sit in anybody's fancy-shmancy chair. Even though it was awfully tempting because, Hephaestus' Lay-Z-Boy looked dang comfortable. But instead of pissing someone off over a chair, she took a seat on the floor. "Twenty bucks says this floor is more comfortable anyways." She pursed her lips thoughtfully, before taking another sip of her Orange Julius.
The only real reason that Nike was here was because someone had been raving about it, and she had to see if all the fuss was worth it. Well it really wasn't. It just kind of reminded her of that Cave of Wonders thing from Aladdin. Maybe it was just her usual negative attitude towards Olympus kicking in, but she doubted it this time. She was actually in a pretty optimistic mood today. So optimistic, in fact, that she'd had the patience to visit Olympus. She didn't normally like socializing with the other gods, because most of the time she felt like she ended up putting up with them talking about themselves. And not in a good way, or even a way that she found entertaining. The only way she could deal with it was by singing 'Cherry Pie' to herself in her head. But who could blame her, it was a catchy song! "She's my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise."
Notes; Sorry that was a terrible starter post! (Before you think I'm crazyI had Cherry Pie stuck in my head) [/size] |
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Post by sundude on Jan 2, 2011 4:52:15 GMT -5
Warm gold and plush velvet were the only things on Apollo's mind at that moment. After a day of feeling like he had accomplished completely nothing he had been thankful for his throne. It was the only place he could go and always feel important. Not that the sun god had self esteem issues, it was just that he felt more useful some days then he did others. The other day he had visited his daughter Harper and ever since then he was feeling a little out of it. Olympus was where he belonged and he knew it, but not everyone had to be cold toward their children. Besides, most of the gods were dull. After spending a couple millennia with the same people life gets a little boring. Even after the Titans attacked things were still lifeless. Everyone was wrapped up in the next threat. He had always found war rather dull.
Apollo walked into the throne room gleefully, the glitter of his catching his eye. Then he noticed something entirely different, or rather someone. He eyed her curiously, he did enjoy visitors, especially when they were women. Women were always dramatic and therefore very interesting. Apollo ran through the lists of goddesses in his head trying to recall exactly who she was. If he had met them all -which he doubted- it had been a while ago and for that reason he could not place her name. Honestly he felt rather bad about it. He laughed quietly when she decided to sit on the floor. Whether or not it was more comfortable was highly debatable. "You must be a new addition, we don't get too many people in hear singing Warrant," he said finally addressing her.
He was leaning against the deathly contraption that was his brother Hephaestus' throne. Apollo loved his brother, but if he was anything but a god he would have avoided the throne out of fear of a long and painful death. The man was a genius no doubt, but Apollo preferred the simple things in life. He moved away from his brothers throne, heading for his own. As he moved through the hall he got a better view of the goddess. Then, at long last, it clicked. She was Nike, the goddess of victory. Giving her a once over Apollo wondered if she always won because she was that good or if she always won because she distracted her opponents. Most goddesses were easy on the eyes but few were really his style. They were mostly too high maintenance for him. He had heard somethings about Nike though and that didn't sound at all like her.
"So," he said, finally seated in the throne of warm, glistening gold, "what brings you here?" Sure people came to visit from time to time, but they rarely made a habit out of lingering. He remembered catching someone trying to sit in Artemis' throne once, that hadn't ended well. Nike was smart, he would give her that. She knew not to sit anywhere she shouldn't have. He wondered vaguely what else she knew.
Some muse // Wearing: as seen // Finished!
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Post by *nike* on Jan 2, 2011 19:59:32 GMT -5
Nike hadn't been expecting company of any kind, so she was a bit surprised when another immortal decided to announce their entrance by laughing at her. Weren't immortals just the nicest? Well okay so maybe she could cut them some slack considering how weird she must've looked at that moment. She wasn't your typical run of the mill goddess. If anything she probably resembled a young adult who had yet to ditch the clothing they owned when they were a teenager. And well, if she was being honest, she was a lot quirkier than most goddesses too.
Sipping from her Orange Julius, Nike brought her gaze to rest on the latest addition to the throne room. He was a boy who physically appeared to be maybe a little older than herself. Though supposed 'age' wasn't really affecting appearance, she'd give him that. The goddess already had a pretty solid guess as to who this guy was just from his appearance and his confident walk. "Not a new addition, so much as an..unwelcome visitor?" She offered with a playful smile. Though she didn't really consider herself unwelcome, she just hadn't been invited here. "I find that surprising...I would think that Ares would have a lovely singing voice..Or, wait, is he more into Aerosmith?" Ares probably would've seriously wanted to kick her butt if he had heard that, but Nike couldn't help it, she was the joking type. And it wasn't like Ares was around anyways, or at least she didn't think he was.
Despite the fact that the god was leaning against Hephaestus' throne, Nike had already decided that her guess was dead-on. Apollo. The god of the sun, music, poetry..etc, etc. She had to say if poetry wasn't included in that list, she would have been way more impressed by him. Not that she'd ever heard him spout off a limerick or anything, but she'd always thought of poems as more of a girly thing. Probably not something she should say aloud in front of him though. She wasn't sure yet if he would be the type to take it with a laugh or the type to throw a temper tantrum over it. "See something you like?" [OOC: xD Sorry I couldn't resist] Nike teased as she noticed his quick assessment of her. She highly doubted that he had actually been thinking along those lines, but well she always found it a little funny to make the other party uncomfortable. "Ha, sorry, couldn't resist. Just ignore me if I get too annoying, that's what most people do."
"The tables at the mall food court were occupied, and I needed some place to enjoy my Orange Julius." Nike raised her paper cup, using her other hand to show it off like Vana White would. Okay, so that hadn't really been her reason, but it was sort of true...there hadn't been one open table. "It's strawberry, yum...Would you like some?" She held out the cup, even though she was expecting a sound 'No'. These people and their Ambrose.
Tag; Apollo
Word Count; 528 [/size] |
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Post by sundude on Jan 6, 2011 16:28:18 GMT -5
Apollo noted the questioning in her voice when she said she was an unwelcome visitor. They never really had those on Olympus. Unless you were an angry titan, or Hades, or a demi-god thief or well, that was about it. Sometimes it was easy for Apollo to forget how high and mighty they all may have seemed. The Twelve Olympians, gods of the world who protect the mortals with their divinity and blah, blah, blah. There were several of the Olympians who saw it that way, but he was sure, even more who didn’t. In fact if you excluded, his father, Hera, Ares and Aphrodite then you would probably be surrounded by humble gods. Most of the time at least. It seemed to Apollo what they all tended to forget was that there were tons of gods, maybe not as awesome as him, but gods none the less. Apparently the only thing that mattered was ability, but he was sure birth played a big part as well. “There’s no such thing as an unwelcome guest, not in my mind at least.”
He couldn’t help but to laugh when she commented on Ares’ singing voice. If only she knew. The god wasn’t all that bad, if you were into raspy, angry screamo. Apollo always considered himself a man of refined taste which included singers that knew the dangers of pitch. Somewhere deep down in his heart, Apollo loved his brother but not that much. “Close,” he teased, “ACDC.” His brother had never been a fan of teasing, not the Apollo really cared. He had never considered Ares nearly as badass as he thought he was. Then again, Apollo was more into proof then reputation.
He was caught off guard when she asked if he saw something he liked. As the god of truth he felt obliged to be honest and if it made her blush, well that would simply be a bonus. “Who wouldn‘t like perfection.” He doubted that he really had that kind of influence over Goddess of Victory, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. She appeared to be simple and happy. But most importantly not related. It was nice for once to be in the company of a goddess that wasn’t high maintenance.
He shrugged when she explained her reasoning. “Your questions don’t bother me and besides I am not that easy to annoy,” he grinned. He really wasn’t compared to most. Apollo couldn’t be sure if she knew that, he didn’t expect her too, but it was the truth. He laughed when she said she came to Olympus because the food court was crowded. That would not have been his second choice. She was very amusing, the way that she presented her Orange Julius and it was cute the way she offered it to him. “You seem to be enjoying it enough for the both of us and I would hate to put an end to your enjoyment.” Apollo had never much liked mortal food, except m&m’s he was addicted to those.
-strangles muse- WORK! // Wearing: as seen // Finished!
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Post by *nike* on Jan 8, 2011 2:08:46 GMT -5
"Well that's a little reassuring." She leaned back propping herself up with one of her arms. Okay, so maybe she had been wrong, the floor wasn't as comfortable as she had originally assumed. It was hard as rock and a little chilly. Why couldn't the stupid Olympians have chosen carpet? Not that they were all stupid, this guy was proving that right now. If she had been honest, before meeting him now, she would have probably put him in the self-centered gods/goddesses group. She'd never really heard much about him personally, only the general things that everyone knew..Well that and she'd heard his poetry got really annoying after a while. Which she had expected, since she hadn't been a fan of poetry in the first place. "Maybe I'll visit more often then," Though that was highly doubtful. With her luck, the next time she'd visit she'd end up running into Ares or even Zeus. And she could say, without doubt, that they wouldn't be quite as welcoming or as friendly as Apollo.
"Hm, I should've known." The goddess tried to maintain a seriously thoughtful face, but it was quickly ruined by a small laugh that she couldn't contain. She just found it so odd that they were joking about the god of war. She'd been fully expecting to show up, get mocked by someone, become annoyed, and leave. It wasn't that she made these assumptions out of nothing either. It'd happened before, even outside of Olympus. It had happened not too long ago with the goddess Apate, in fact. Though she supposed she shouldn't have grouped the cruel, twisted gods together with Mr.Sunny-Disposition here. "What about you? I'm guessing you're the...Hannah Montana type?" She winked mischievously.
The slightest blush crept up her cheeks at his words, but fortunately for her, she thought her hair mostly covered it all. She wasn't immune to compliments like mostly everyone else seemed to be these days. When she was complimented, no matter who was complimenting her, she was almost always flattered. "I'm not sure whether I should be flattered, or disappointed that the sun god really just used that cheesy of a line."' Nike teased, taking another sip of her smoothie.
"Well then I'm glad that I ran into you instead of someone else," Because she most certainly would've annoyed the heck out of anyone else. He even seemed somewhat amused by her strange personality. "I'm, er, Nike...by the way. Lovely to meet you and all that stuff?" Nike introduced herself, unsure if whether or not that was necessary. "You know I am." The goddess grinned, sipping from her sugar infused drink.
Tag; Apollo
Word Count; 470 [/size] |
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Post by sundude on Jan 20, 2011 16:22:06 GMT -5
Apollo grinned, a little reassuring was better than not at all he supposed. It didn‘t really matter now though. Since they had been officially acquainted he considered Nike to be his guest and for that reason everyone else would just have to deal with her presence. Though Apollo doubted it would be an issue considering the fact that no one else was around for it to matter. Besides the worst reaction would most likely come from Artemis and she was probably off hunting a man somewhere. The idea made his laugh. Apollo was completely positive that she loved to torture men as much as he loved to flirt with women. Between the two of them the mortal world was doomed. But from where Apollo stood the immortal world looked very welcoming. He quickly shook those thoughts form his head. Over the years he had been less and less willing to believe that every meeting was destined for something greater. Being the god of prophecy he knew it was true. But on occasions such as these he didn‘t believe in betting before he saw his cards. As looking ahead, well that was just cheating. “Maybe you should,” he said feigning innocence.
He nodded in agreeance with her. His brother had a tendency to believe he was as bad as it got and he preferred his music to show that. Apollo had always found It rather amusing because if you went by music choices half of the Olympians would lose their titles. Though some had very fitting taste. He laughed when she said Hannah Montana. Admittedly his taste didn’t really go with his personality but he wasn’t quite that bad as to like Hannah Montana. Not that there was anything wrong with her, but he could think of better artists, especially ones whose father never had a mullet. “Shh,” he said putting his finger up to his lips, “Just don’t tell anyone ok.” He was teasing of course, but she deserved it. She was far from innocent in this encounter.
Apollo tried not to shine as bright as the sun when she blushed again. If there was one thing he particularly enjoyed it was making women blush. It meant you had the ability to get under their skin and that was never a bad thing. The only problem with it was, when he got happy he tended to shine. Not like the sparkling vampires either - Showing himself to that mortal had been a huge mistake - he all out shined. It was sort of his form of blushing in a way but few people new that. Besides that it tended to mean that he was happy and he wasn’t looking to make anyone uncomfortable by his happiness. He could get rather bright after all. “Flattered, I only use the cheesy stuff on people who can appreciate it as lame but sweet. Which by the way is few people,” he smirked. Which was beyond true. Most women wanted straight up flattery. To him flirting was a game though, so why not have fun while you do it. Weren’t the best games the ones that made you laugh?
Someone else. The thought made him laugh, there weren’t many other people she would run into that would be welcoming honestly. Poseidon and Hermes maybe but they were never around. The women, except maybe Demeter or Hestia would either be jealous of her or judgmental, either way they were torture. “I’m glad you did too. I would have hated to run into Athena,” he joked. In an after thought he decided that goddess of wisdom wasn’t quite as bad as the rest. “I know who you are goddess of victory.” He was probably glowing now, subtly but it was there. He laughed when she said ‘and all that stuff’. Formalities could get boring after a couple thousand years. Though he had to admit it never got boring seeing the little things that people liked. Clearly Orange Julius was a drink worth investing in.
a lot apparently // Wearing: as seen // Finished!
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Post by *nike* on Jan 21, 2011 3:04:55 GMT -5
Lightly rising to her feet, Nike opted to stretch her legs a little. Mostly because, yes, sitting on that floor was like sitting on concrete in some sketchy neighborhood where grafitti covered the ground and the dumpsters. "Maybe, but I think we both know that I probably won't." She shrugged, tucking her hands into her shorts' back pocket as she wandered around the little room (well actually, it was far from little). "Because with my luck, I'd run into your dad the next time I visited. And while I am, in fact, quite charming," She paused to wink at him, before continuing. "I still don't think he'd appreciate me wandering around his throne room." And while Nike knew it wasn't his throne room alone, somehow she always had the thought in her mind that Zeus thought of it that way. Like it was his, and everyone else was sort of there as his personal guests.
Taking up a leaning position against one of the walls, the goddess came to a conclusion of sorts. Her conclusion? They needed at least one little chair for guests. Didn't even matter if it was just a foldable one that most people would take to the beach. Maybe they should start having their little meetings at Dairy Queen. Plenty of privacy was provided for them if only they got a booth. Distracted from her thought process by his words, Nike couldn't help but laugh. "It'll be our little secret, chief." She managed to say as soon as she stopped laughing. There was no way in Hades that this guy listened to Hannah Montana. Maybe some of his 12 year old kids did, but certainly not him...Or at least, if he did, that would seriously downgrade her opinion of him.
"Well that's interesting," The goddess couldn't help but stare at Apollo and the golden color radiating off of him. She knew that every god sort of had a little golden sort of tinge to their edges, but this was different. "God of the Sun indeed, sparkly boy." She laughed quietly, considering herself lucky that his little golden glow was a little more obvious and potentially embarrassing than her blush. Looking at him, the only thing that kept running through her mind was that cheesey movie line 'Don't go towards the light.' That was completely stupid, but for some reason it totally clicked. This, however, was one of those things that she decided needed to be kept to herself. Somehow she thought that comment might be pushing it, since they didn't exactly know each other very well. Maybe if they became pals over the next hundred years or so, then she'd be able to make a comment about it. "Well then I suppose I'm flattered, sir." Nike smiled, managing the best courtsie she could in a pair of jean shorts. Safe to say, it wasn't the best courtsie one had ever seen.
Athena, honestly wasn't the worst person she could've run into. She'd actually worked with Athena quite a few times. The goddess of battle strategy and the goddess of victory obviously needed to pair up once in a while. Nike was pleasantly surprised when Apollo was able to actually identify who she was. It's not like it gave her a big ego trip or anything, but it was always nice to be acknowledged. "I have to say, I'm impressed. Didn't think you'd know who I was." Nike smiled as she noticed the small little tinge of gold return to him again. It was kind of cute the way he just lit up like that. Kind of weird, but a cute kind of weird.
Tag; Apollo...a.k.a SPARKLY BOY
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