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Anteros » Thomas H. Blaine ([info]_anteros) wrote in [info]greek_swim,
@ 2009-10-17 22:19:00


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Entry tags:anteros, artemis, complete

Artemis/Nox and Anteros/Thomas
Who: Artemis/Nox and Anteros/Thomas
What: A first meeting at dinner
Where: George's Steak House, Glyfada
When: 6:00PM
Rating: PG-13
Status: Completish/Wrapped up

Thomas had arrived early, ever punctual, thinking things out ahead. He liked to think he was on top of things -- and not necessarily in a that's what she said sort of way. He was a planner, liked to make allowances for all sorts of possibilities. So, it was natural that he'd gotten there early.

He'd been seated pretty promptly, and the host assured him that, when the lady arrived, he would show her to the table. Sounded good. The host had raised a brow at his jeans, but seemed appeased by the white button-up and sportcoat. Thomas had to stop himself from rolling his eyes -- damned people and their nonsensical social customs. He really didn't get it, didn't understand how most people could stand interacting the way that they did. He didn't see the point in all of it, didn't see why there needed to be all the facades and displays and lack of genuineness.

He shook his head and placed the journal down on the table, looking at it, examining it for the umpteenth time. What was he doing with it? Why had he gone out on a limb like this? He went back to the page he'd written on, trying to make sense of the words this Artemis had written, to make sense of all of it. It was just all so... strange.


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[info]_artemis
2009-10-18 04:36 am UTC (link)
Artemis. Nox. It was hard to walk the line between them, and she was not so sure where one started and the other began or even if they were truly one. Well if they were two Artemis needed to take a back seat. Right now she needed to be Nox. Nox, FBI BAU Supervisory Special Agent, armed and dangerious, who brushed her hair.

Nox arrived right on time, asking the hostess for ‘Anteros’ and like her cousin Anteros she received a long look before her plain white button up shirt and black slacks where appropriate attire. They were. The hostess led her back to where he sat, but she did not need her to escort her. She would have seen him right away. He was the same. Perfect, beautiful and brooding. She extended her hand towards him “Hello, I’m Nox, you must be Anteros.” She greeted

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-18 05:03 am UTC (link)
It was like instinct told him when to look up, like he could almost feel her coming. She was like him, like him in a strange way he couldn't quite describe.

He could see her, sitting on her throne among them. All of them were arguing, talking, gossiping, negotiating -- playing politics of one sort or another. All of them, that is, except her. His light eyes went over all of them again, scanning the room, then went back to her. She was like him. They didn't quite fit there..."

He blinked it away. Weird.

"Anteros, Thomas, whichever you prefer. Hi, Miss Nox," he said, getting up, shaking her hand, gesturing toward a seat. "Pleasure to meet you. Please, sit down."

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-18 07:45 am UTC (link)
Nox smiled at him, placing her hand into his and shaking it. Her silver blue eyes flicking over him almost appraisingly. He was the same, Talking, always talking. Chatting, arguing, loving, arguing some more, it did not interest the huntress. So much time wasted. She would have loved to rid herself of the court, except for the few times she did have something to say it proved useful. But most of the time, like now, she could only wish for the punishment to end. But she could feel his eyes on her, and across the pavilion she locked eyes with him. Eyes so like her own silver blue, eyes that held the same emotions as her own, that reflected her loneliness.

“Just Nox is fine.” She assured him as she sat “It’s nice to see you Thomas.” And it was all she could do to keep ‘again’ from that sentence.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-19 01:58 am UTC (link)
"Nice to see you ag--, er, too," he said, and the words were genuine. He'd never been good with greetings, with this whole little game of silly social interactions people had fallen into by custom. But his words to her were real, heartfelt. It was strange -- he rarely delighted in exchanges with others, preferred to watch, to try to pick people apart, if he was interacting with them, to try to figure out what made them so -- well, strange. With her, however, it was different. He felt almost right interacting with her. And where she had been able to keep the 'again,' from her sentence, he'd let the first syllable slip out.

"Sorry, slip up. This is going to sound ridiculously cliche and painfully like a pickup line, and maybe it's those silly journals, but I feel like I know you," he said.

The server came by, waiting for their drink orders.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked, waiting for her to order first.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-19 02:50 am UTC (link)
“Trust me,” she said with a smile “we are way beyond weird at this point. Just say what you want to say. No matter how weird it is,” she paused “because its probably not that weird.” She allowed “it can’t really get any more weird.” She informed him, because while she might not have been as logic bound as Athena Nox/Artemis could still not shake the fact that this all mode little sense.

“Just an ice water please.” She ordered from the waitress


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[info]_anteros
2009-10-19 05:31 am UTC (link)
"Arnold Palmer for me," he said, but paused when he saw the waitress make a strange face. Ah, perhaps not as popular in Europe as the States. "Half sweet tea, half lemonade." She nodded, then hurried off to get the drinks.

He looked at Nox with a raised brow, trying to shake the familiarity that hit him with her smile. He felt the corner of his lip quirk up when he saw her smile, something inexplicable. Maybe people like them could have moments of contentedness among the craziness of the world around them. Maybe.

"Can't it?" he asked, with a light chuckle. "What makes you so sure? What is it that's so weird right now?"

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-19 07:03 am UTC (link)
“All in due time Thomas,” she assured him “just trust me when I say that it’s better if it comes in pieces.” She took careful note that he didn’t order anything alcoholic and she would have thought Anteros would indulge in some of the luxuries of life like alcohol and weed. But the lack of it told Nox that he wanted to be on top of his game, wanted to be able to square off with her mentally. And she had to admit she liked that.

The memory change gone was the court, now she saw him on a grassy hill, his brow stormy as he twirled one of his dull tipped arrows between his nimble fingers “you shouldn’t scowl so much, your face might stick like that.” It was obvious she had been around Apollo to much already today. She needed to remember, small doses of her brother.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-19 10:48 pm UTC (link)
The truth was, he could well have gone for some wine -- indeed, a nice red would have gone well with steak -- but yes, he definitely wanted to be on top of his game. After all, this woman was intriguing, captivating, different.

"You shouldn't hang around your brother too much," he countered, still playing with the arrow. He raised a brow at her -- he didn't need to finish the sentence, and there were many ways that it could have finished, none of them particularly flattering toward the flippant sun-god. But then, he would have said the same thing about his own brother. They were on the same page, him and her, if he really stopped to think on it.

"Pieces?" he chuckled. "I'd personally rather just hear everything straight out, but if you say so," he said, "go on, then, prolong the agony." His tone was ironic but joking, a dry sort of comment, but meant lightly. "Can you at least tell me if you know where the journals came from?" he asked, curiously.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-20 03:51 am UTC (link)
She couldn’t help but smile at him, “I do know who sent out the journals, it was Rhea who gave them not sure how exactly she gave them to us but I know it was her.” She allowed “But really what I’m more curious about is you,” she passed to take a sip of her water “What you do, where your are from, if you have any warm fuzzy memories.” She added with a smirk.

”I know, I’m working on that one.” She said sitting next to him tucking her short skirt around her legs modestly, the silver painted leather of her gladiator sandals glinted in the sun. She liked sitting with Anteros, something about is gloomy disposition reassuring to the moon goddess. She could have sat there for hours with out saying a word. But she broke the silence this time “I do really think Apollo might end Eros this time,” she mused passively “It was not kind, and now the poor girl is a tree.” She said with a sigh before mumbling under her breath “Idiots.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-20 04:39 am UTC (link)
He raised a brow at her. "Rhea?" he asked. "Another myth name? Interesting." It was a strange set of coincidences. All of these Greek names -- myth names -- all tying them together. But he didn't have too much to go by, just these names, these coincidences, these dreams, and her.

He stirred his Arnold Palmer with a straw, making sure the golden tea and yellow lemonade were mixed together. "I'm in art. Insurance, appraisals, that sort of thing. You could call me an art bounty hunter, of sorts," he said. "I'm from Maryland, just finished with a major in art and psych at GWU." He looked at her, curiously. "What do you mean, memories?" he asked. "What sort of memories?" But he had an inclination -- not that he would call them 'memories,' per say, more like daydreams, vivid visions of things he didn't quite understand. Why else the interest in art? All those columns and putti, mythical images -- it called to him, felt familiar.

He let out a chuckle, looking at her as he leaned back on the grass, still twirling the arrow between his fingers. He was quiet at her words, silent for a moment before speaking himself. "They'll hate each other for at least a couple of thousand years over that one," he said. "But in the end, they deserve each other, the flippant fatheads. Pity about the nymph, though." He shook his head. "No balance there. Love must be returned if it is to prosper. These people just don't understand that."

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-20 05:11 am UTC (link)
“it’s not a coincidence.” She intoned as if she could read his mind, and in a way she could because his mind was so like her own and she had already been though the process “ When I say it was Rhea, I mean it was Rhea.” she said seriously “I don’t say things just the hear the sound of my own voice.”

“You know …. Memories. I just want to know if you ever smiled… even as a kid. Trips to Disneyland, Six Flags, got that one perfect Christmas present… ever settled down with that one woman to rule them all…you know happy stuff.” She said with a smile, she was not sure why she cared… if all this reincarnation stuff really was useless, it didn’t matter. Maybe she just wanted to know that he had been happy, because he deserved to be.

She nodded at his words ”Stupid boys.” She said resting her head on her knees lightly “they only care about themselves and their needs.” She sighed “ I wish here was something I could do the humble him, them, but chances are it would not last long and they would just flit off to the next best thing.”


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[info]_anteros
2009-10-20 01:24 pm UTC (link)
He had started to sip his drink, delighting in the taste, that sweet and tart mixture, when he stopped, nearly choking on it. "What do you mean, Rhea?" he said. "What, like, the Titaness Rhea, who made Cronus swallow a rock in the old myths?" he asked. And yet, something told him it was more than just old myths, more than the songs of bards, more than old stories.

"Smiled?" he looked thoughtful. "Maybe once or twice," he said, half-joking. "Alright, maybe a handful of times, but I'm not a smiler. You know what they say about that facial expression, right? Some sort of evolutionary adaptation that was originally associated with weakness and submission in primates. But, there was one time, at Busch Gardens, on an inverted roller coaster. Felt kind of nice, to be almost flying through the air. Then I got this bow and arrow one time for Christmas -- that was nice." The corners of his lips turned up at the thought. "How about you?" he asked, and it wasn't just asking to be cordial -- no, for the first time since he could remember, he somehow cared.

 "Of course they'd flit off to the next best thing," he said, darkly. "They're capricious sorts." He crossed his legs as he lay down, bobbing one foot around as he thought. "You know, I both pity them and envy them -- both because they don't know any better," he remarked.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-20 11:13 pm UTC (link)
“Yeah, something like that,” she allowed not able to keep a smirk from her pale lips.

Listing to him “I didn’t figure you would be. But its nice to hear that you did anyway.” She thought about his question “I smile quite a bit really. In 8thgrade when I beat out all the boys in the long distance run, and again in 10th grade… smiled then. Smiled when I got my first bow, smiled even more when my dad took me hunting with it. Smiled when I won a gold medal, smiled when I got accepted to collage….. Actually smiled when I dropped out of collage and joined the police force…. Smiled even more when I joined the BAU.” She smiled at him then

Artemis stood.” I don’t pity or envy them, would not want to give them the satisfaction.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-21 02:15 am UTC (link)
He watched her smirk, looking at her quizzically, deciding that it was only appropriate that if she was going to smirk at him like that, that she share. "Something like that?" he quirked a brow at her again, questioning. "That's very vague, Artemis." And the name rolled right past his lips without a second thought.

He grinned, however, as he saw her smile, heard her words. "Somehow, the running at the medal and the college and policing and BAU don't seem all that surprising," he said, though he wasn't quite sure where those words came from. It just all fit, like pieces to an intricate jigsaw puzzle he was trying to assemble with no guide or picture by which to go. "Congrats on the medal, by the way," he said.

A chuckle escaped him. "I doubt they'd derive satisfaction from such feelings -- I like to think they'd feel a degree of indignation over it, actually, so it has the effect of making them just as annoyed as they make me regularly. But then, I like the idea of balance, so I might be somewhat biased," he admitted, still laying down, though he grabbed one of his arrows and started to examine it again, his fingers running over the leaden arrowhead.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-21 04:34 am UTC (link)
“Well, would you believe me if I had said ‘exactly that’ Anteros?” she inquired with an arched eyebrow. “Because I pegged you for a logical man, and I don’t think a logical man would have accepted that at face value.”

“And thanks, it was in Archery.” She leaned across the table towards him, her silver eyes swimming with meaning. “Are you a bowman Ant? You said one of the times you smiled what when you got a bow for christmas, do you still shoot?”

Artemis gave him a sideways look “You have met them right? I know at least Apollo would get no greater goy then to know of your distaste for him.” She reached over and took his arrow from him; it was much heaver then the slim and light silver ones in her own quiver

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-21 11:04 pm UTC (link)
"I never said I have distaste for him -- I merely regard his capricious attitude and wanton disregard for others as unfortunate," he said, dryly watching her. He would not have let anyone else near his arrows, but this was her, and she was different.

"I would probably have looked at you like you had a screw loose," he said, after a moment, a long, strange moment where he realized he had been calling her Artemis, and she had been calling him Anteros, and they were talking about the Rhea, the illustrious great mother. And what he said was true -- after all, it wasn't exactly the thing you expected to hear, not the sort of thing that the average person would find very believable. He wasn't quite sure he believed it himself, come to think of it, though the images that swam before his eyes certainly seemed real enough. It would have been far easier to dismiss the whole thing had they not been, had it all not fit so very perfectly. It just seemed illogical, on the surface, seemed like such an impossibility.

"You're welcome," he said, sipping his drink. "I do, from time to time," he said, smirking a little. "Let's just say sometimes I get a little creative when I'm tracking down someone who has something they shouldn't have," he added. He paused, still sipping the drink.

"So she's real. And you're her, and I'm him?" he asked, a brow furrowed. He needed to hear it, needed to confirm in his head what, exactly, his suspicions were. It just seemed impossible -- like such things weren't supposed to exist, and yet, here he was, giving more than a little credence to the idea, actually entertaining it.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-22 12:07 am UTC (link)
She took the arrow and held it with and invisible bow, it was much heavier then her own, she was sure she could not have hit a make with it… at least with out a little practice. “It’s all about balance right? That’s what you are always saying,” she asked looking down the shaft with her imaginary bow “Well, then he is just filling his purpose…..I think I got the better deal.”

She smirked “Something like that.” She teased sipping her water “Well I will that say I am Artemis, plus shower.” She added with a smirk “So maybe if you imaging this whole picture with a little more dirt and knotted hair… actually I kind of miss the knotted hair but the running water thing, I think I like that.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-22 02:15 am UTC (link)
He nearly choked on his Arnold Palmer at that, somehow managing to swallow, after some coughing, laughter escaping him. "Good one," he said. "Have to say I agree about the running water. Same smirk and smile, though," he said. He was thoughtful for a moment. "Any idea how we got here? Or how to get back?" he asked.

"That's one way of looking at it, I suppose," he said, watching her. "Must be nice to be the one who's always making the messes for others to clean up after," he added, irony in his voice.

"If you swear you won't use it on anyone, you can have it, see what it shoots like," he said, in an academic manner, the physics of the shots all in his head.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-22 02:32 am UTC (link)
Artemis looked over her shoulder “Oh, I cause plenty of messes for him, rest assured of that.”

At his next statement she looked back at the arrow in her hands, the dark beauty of it. And she could not suppress her curiosity even if she was not the type to shoot at a immobile target. “I swear.” A broad smile making its way across the huntress lips “You can take one of mine if you wish, in the spirit of balance.”

“Same little coif of hair, same brooding disposition.” But at his question she shook her head “No idea as of yet, truthfully this is all pretty new to me as well. But my lustrous brother apparently had lunch with the famous she-harpy of the sky, so I think that might turn up something… if you know, she doesn’t kill him.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-23 01:28 am UTC (link)
He laughed. "Well, then I suppose that's balanced, if you're making messes for him, too" he said, with a grin.

"Oh, don't tell anyone," he added, an afterthought, with a nod at the arrow, something he knew he didn't need to tell her, but a disclaimer he usually said around her, nonetheless, a habit. It would, as so many things, be their little secret. "And thanks -- I think I'll have to try yours out, see how they differ." He was thinking of aerodynamics and wave properties, the weight of the arrows, their shape.

"Once a brooder, always a brooder, I guess," he said, with a shrug. "I like it that way." And, really, he did -- he would have it no other way.

He grinned and shook his head, without needing to ask who Artemis was referring to. "Funny what necessity will do to people, when they have a common interest," he said, objectively. In truth, he had no reason to hold anything against Hera -- in fact, he rather liked her. Perhaps it had something to do with the injustice he perceived in her situation. After all, being the goddess of marriage, and being married to Zeus could not be easy -- not that her reactions were always proportional or merited, but, on the whole, she was reacting to the harsh reality of the lot she'd been dealt. He was not, however, one to argue about such things -- after all, by the same token, he couldn't blame Artemis or Apollo for having the sorts of relationships they did with the Sky Queen. It all went back to the fact that Zeus was an idiot, and it was on his shoulders that Anteros liked to place the blame for the tangled web of deceit, ill feeling, and general hostile disorder that at times plagued many of the gods.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-23 07:42 pm UTC (link)
”You don’t need to worry about me Anteros,” she said with a smirk placing the leg arrow in her own quiver and removing one of her own slim silver shafts and handing it over to him “And if you want to kill something with it, be my guest.” She added with a smile

“I wouldn’t change it either.” She confessed, she liked him brooding. After all someone had to have their head on straight.

“I don’t blame her either,” Atremis admitted after all Hera was one of the reasons she had asked for her maiden hood from her father. Men only ruined the lives of women and the sky queen was a prime example of that. “But that dose not mean I have to like her, or approve of the way she treats me and my brother,” she paused thinking “ok Apollo deserves it sometimes but I’ve never done anything to cross her it was not like I was the one who took Zeus from her bed.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-23 11:36 pm UTC (link)
"I know--habit," he said, grinning at her, taking the arrow graciously and examining it. It was light, light and sleek. He turned it over, watching the light reflect off of it, the silver shining, mirror-like. "Thank you," he said, genuinely.

He looked at her, in a very awe-shucksish manner, though he said nothing more on the matter. The fact that she found his brooding tolerable lifted his spirits, in a strange way.

He laughed at her pause and words about her twin. "Touche. I can definitely see where you're coming from," he said. He paused, a little smirk finding its way to his lips. "I think they deserve each other, but that's just me," he added. "So there is some balance in the universe..."

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-24 09:28 am UTC (link)
Artemis smirked “Always with the balance,” then she admitted “I have to say, I was hoping to rock your world with this whole ‘We are Gods’ thing. A little disappointed with myself, do you think it was the delivery?” She asked half joking because on one hand a reaction, or even a question would have been nice. But then again this was Anteros after all.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-24 06:05 pm UTC (link)
He shrugged. "We can do it over, if you'd like, and I'll act shocked," he said. He made a surprised face, and put his fist down on the table. "What? Gods? No way. No way! It can't be! Impossible!" he said, with a chuckle. His face became near serious again. "Honestly, it was probably me -- smoked a little bit before coming over here," he added. "Just enough to take the edge off. Maybe if the whole thing hadn't fit together so nicely..."

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-24 09:35 pm UTC (link)
She chuckled softly “No that’s fine, I’ll just live with my shame.” But she was drinking as he explained and she almost choked on her water. Because let us remember that Nox is a very strait laced FBI agent. “Like smoked smoked?” she asked not able to keep the off suspires her face. “You smoke weed?” she inquired managing to sound only a little scandalized “before coming to see me?”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-25 02:31 am UTC (link)
He watched her, a brow going up impassively. "It's not like I killed anyone," he said, sipping his own drink. "And why do you assume it was cannabis? Could have been a cigarette -- I never specified," he added, in a very matter-of-fact sort of way, giving her a questioning look.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-25 04:14 am UTC (link)
“Cigarettes do not ‘Take the edge off’ actually they make you more stung out,” She pointed out right back “I was not born yesterday, besides cigarette smokers do not talk like that ‘smoked a little bit’ they say ‘I had a few drags’.” Well she was a profiler after all her was her job to know these things. And now they she opened her self up to it she could smell it on him, her nose wrinkled with the sickly sweet smell of the stuff that was just under the woody sent of his cologne.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-25 05:02 am UTC (link)
"Seemed like a compelling argument to me," he said, with a shrug. "We all have our vices -- it's not like I'm hurting anyone," he remarked, with another sip of his drink. "It's not even linked to cancer, so there are worse things. I won't do it around you if it bothers you," he added. And, for some reason, he didn't want to bother her. Usually, he couldn't have cared less about such things, had little regard for what others thought or whether they felt one way or another about something. But, again, with her, it was different.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-25 05:28 am UTC (link)
She frowned, but to her credit only slightly, but then again the Huntress had never approved of anything that altered the state of the mind. Except maybe caffeine. But that seemed different. “Just don’t do it around me.” She said wrinkling her nose again “it seems horrid,” she paused “And I would like talking to you, like knowing it is you and not something else.”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-25 05:52 am UTC (link)
"Sorry. Being around people is depressing," he said, taking his straw and playing with the cubes in his glass, swirling them about in the liquid that remained. He would have argued that caffeine was just the same, merely a mirror image, a nice balance -- and he indulged in both. But that was another matter. "Won't do it around you if you don't want -- no prob." He paused. "You know, a lot of mortals used drugs in our worship, right?" he asked, in a very academic sort of manner.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-26 05:27 am UTC (link)
“It’s not always depressing; actually humanity can be quite uplifting if you know where to look.” She said slowly, as much as Artemis hated humanity most of the time she could not help but find the little glimmer of lights in them. “besides, if it depresses you, you shouldn’t be taking a depressant.” She pointed out with a pointed look. “Not in my worship.” She said defiantly.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-26 11:21 pm UTC (link)
"It makes me hungry, and eating makes me happy," he said, really just an ad-absurdum argument. He let out the slightest chuckle as he looked at her, however, at her last words. He was quiet for a moment, seeming to deliberate with himself, twirling the ice cubes about again, before speaking.

"I don't think they call it Artemisia absinthium for nothing, sweetheart," he said, with a little smirk and a teasing look at her.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-27 04:41 am UTC (link)
"Artemis the unenjoyable, right like anyone asked me before they started calling it that.” She scoffed “it’s a foul tasting antiseptic anyway, not a drug, not really.” She added with a sigh “And I don’t think it really makes you hungry… I think it’s a social thing … people in Mexico use it as a appetite suppressant.” She added off hand not sure where she had heard that, but she didn’t see why it shouldn’t be true.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-27 05:29 am UTC (link)
He chuckled. "I guess it comes down to taste," he said. Her last statement made his brows knit together. "Appetite suppressant, really?" he asked. "That's funny. See, I think it's the reason there are Wendy's and Taco Bells open until 2:00 a.m. Oh, and let's not forget pizza places. It fuels the economy, I think. Now, if only they had places with good falafel open that late," he said. "Speaking of falafel and things Greek.Do we know who else is out there?" he asked.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-27 09:25 pm UTC (link)
Artemis shrugged “I was just told that by one of my partners, but I have no reason to think he would lie to me.” But at his question she smiled “As far as I know: you, me, Apollo, Hera, Hebe, Hermes, perhaps Persophone or Hecate and two unknowns”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-28 04:03 am UTC (link)
"Could just be in my head, then," he said, with a shrug. It would, of course, be something he would research later. He was always eager to learn new things, wanted to know how things worked, what was the driving force behind things. He nodded as she listed off the names. "Well, at least there are a few of us," he said. And part of him hoped his brother would be among the two unknowns. Perhaps he was a glutton for punishment. "Any idea if we can get together and see if we can figure something out?"

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-28 04:39 am UTC (link)
Artemis nodded, “Apollo said something about trying to throw a party.” She could not help the eye roll “He seems to think that it will help those who don’t know their true identity figure it out.” She paused “He actually is working on this whole time like thing, trying to figure how we all got here, its kinda cute, in a 3rd grade art project sort of way.” She added with a smirk.

She paused, a question popping into her head, something that had been running around ever since she discovered the truth. And well she knew she couldn’t ask Apollo, he didn’t have the best track record with handling theses sort of problems of hers. “Ant,” she asked softly “What do you think it means if I’m not a virgin in this body?” She watched his face carefully. “because you, you look like you, and I look like me… but do you think these are our actual body’s. or if we can fix this will we… I don’t know … ascend? Into our true forms?

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-28 05:18 am UTC (link)
"Not such a bad idea, though I wouldn't set it up just for that. I think it'll be good to see who comes out of the woodwork -- find out who else is out there." He chuckled at the time thing. "Might be useful to sort things out." He shrugged. "I kind of think: ok, we're here, and it's more important to figure out where to go from here. But I wouldn't object to knowing exactly how the events happened. There's a certain value to history."

Her last questions, however, gave him pause. In fact, had he been mid-sip, he would have promptly spit out Arnold Palmer everywhere, or at least have choked on it. Luckily, he was about to sip, and caught himself. He put the glass down, brows knitting together as he looked at her. He was quiet for a long moment as he thought. "I'm actually not sure. I mean, on the one hand, they could just be mortal bodies, like shells of hermit crabs. So what the hell, why not abuse them?" He paused. And while he very much wanted to argue for that, wanted to court her, to seduce her, to claim her soft rosy lips with his, to explore each inch of her body, to make her feel things she'd never felt, experience pleasures she'd never known, while her willing soul transpired, at every pore with instant fires -- he stopped himself. It would not be fair; it would not be balanced. It would be dishonest, would be the very sort of thing he despised. So, he had to throw in the caveat. "However," he added, carefully, "they might not be. Like you said, we look an awful lot like before. In fact, I see no differences, other than the subtle glow, the wings, and superficial things like that." He sipped his drink again, satisfied that he would not choke on it.

"In the end, you have to make the decision, but, as always, you need to weigh both sides, see how it balances out for you." He paused. "Or, you know, we could try to kill one of us and see if that person actually dies," he added, in an offhanded manner. "If they don't die, then we have our answer -- they're our real bodies. And if they do, then I guess: What the hell? Seize the day." He sipped his drink again, holding himself back from conducting an inquiry, from trying to delve deeper into it. And that was more difficult than he would ever have admitted.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-28 06:04 am UTC (link)
Artemis sat back in her chair as he spoke listing thoughtfully. Something she had contemplated over the many years of celibacy. What did it really mean? What was the point? And now, in this human culture it didn’t even seem to matter; not really, it didn’t empower you any like it did then. And then there was this whole mortality thing, they had to be mortal… after all they aged! Other wise they would have just been plopped into these bodies. “I think… I think we might be here to learn something, if this is all temporary, then I think we where all placed into these bodies to learn and to explore to become better acquainted with humanity.” She paused looking up at him “and if this is all permanent and we are to live out the rest of our existences as mortals, well then what is the point?”

After all, Artemis had almost been swayed from her virginity twice, once by Orion and a second time by Atlanta. The huntress had viewed the whole thing as a curse more then a few times. She was not like her sister Athena who just did not find any interest in men. No Artemis found much interest in them; she just desired the whole thing to be on her terms and her terms alone. And it had never worked out for her. “What if I had already had sex, in collage, before any of this started to happen?” she inquired more out loud then expecting him to have an answer “What would that mean for me?”

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-29 04:25 am UTC (link)
"Perhaps you're right," Anteros said, on the first set of points. It was a logical conclusion to come to, that they might be there to learn something, perhaps to gain the perspective of the mortals in whose lives they'd so oft meddled. And yet, something, intuitively, told him there was more to it than that.

He shrugged, a pensive but uncertain look on his features. He listened to her, nodded, tried not to let his thoughts wonder, watching her, but looking, from time to time, into his glass. Was he supposed to answer that? He certainly hoped not. Not that he didn't want to be helpful or anything, but this just seemed like a can of worms. And yet, he was curious. He wanted to ask, wanted to know. Anteros was, after all, an observer, and he was naturally attracted to information. Information could lead to inferences, correlations, all sorts of things he could analyze. To put it plainly, he was nosy, but not in an obvious, gossipy sort of way. No, he stood at the sidelines, and watched people. Information always made its way to him, and he rather enjoyed it. So every instinct inside of him was urging him on to ask the question.

"I don't know, but, the suspense is killing me. Did you?" he asked, raising a brow at her.

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-29 04:47 am UTC (link)
Artemis looked up and his question and she couldn’t help but smirk “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she asked almost mockingly “To know if and who sullied the great huntress? Could be valuable information.” She teased sipping her water letting the air hang between them for a moment. “It was collage after all,” she teased just slightly “and you know hoe sorority girls are…” she sipped her water “completely devoted to their studies, after all there are law schools and medical schools to get into and boys only distract from that.” She finally allowed.

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[info]_anteros
2009-10-30 05:01 am UTC (link)
"Well, you know me," he said, smirking back at her, raising his other brow. Alright, he'd kind of asked for it, but he couldn't help himself. He was nosy! "See, now I'm trying to wrap my head around an image of you as a stereotypical sorority girl, with the greek-letter shirts and handbags and perfectly manicured hair and nails and shopping obsession. Not working," he said. "You're no Elle Woods."

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[info]_artemis
2009-10-30 05:42 am UTC (link)
Artemis shook her head “It was not stereotypical… and it was in New York, not California.” She paused thinking of her huntresses, the nymphs and girls sworn to her side, to her hunt, what had become of them? “I think it fits… I was an Alpha Delta Pi, they where the first female fraternal organization, the first the first secret society for college women dedicated to the ‘the mental, moral, social, and domestic improvement of its members.’ the symbol was the Lion and Diamond symbols for fierce strength and friendship,” she defended “their motto is ‘We Live for Each Other’ and it was a beautiful community of woman who where there to support and strengthen each other. Not much unlike my Huntresses.” Artemis thought of her mortal life and all the strong women she had surrounded herself with over the years, it had been to fill that hole, that deep ache she now felt that she didn’t even know she had until now. She missed them dearly. “It was not like in the movies, the women there where going to be the next generation of powerful women, they where deeply devoted to their studies and making their world the best that they could make it.” She paused “I don’t remember a single wet t-shirt contest.”

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