|Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-07-03 14:48:00
|Entry tags:||monique reppyi, saint anthony, veronica reppyi|
Who: Veronica, Monique & Anthony
What: So...that dude you met online? He might not be as crazy as you thought...
When: Sunday evening
Note: Reposted as a favour, has nothing to do with Michael
The guy she'd been talking to online was all but gone from her head after Veronica had said they were going to have a talk. Monique had felt her stomach clench when she'd read that. V had said their family was fine, that nothing horrible was coming, but horrible things didn't have to be physical. Sometimes they came in the form of news that shifted your whole world on its axis.
She physically shook herself. She was being kind of ridiculous. As long as the people she cared about were OK, she could figure out what to do next. Veronica had said they were going to wait for Anthony to show up, and she silently willed him to hurry up, because all this waiting around, constantly on edge, couldn't be good for her.
Anthony didn't know how Monique might have found out about gods, Veronica hadn't really said. And there was really no good way to break that news to someone, and the reactions often were ones of disbelief, like the time he'd told Veronica who he really was. But if she wanted him there, he would be there.
He made it to her apartment in about 17 minutes. Apparently things were going his way today, or something. He knocked, bouncing on his toes while he waited for the door to open. This would definitely be an interesting evening, no doubt about it.
Veronica hated how she made her sister worry, but she remembered her own reaction after Kyle had told her. She needed Anthony's presence to confirm the things she'd tell her little sister.
And, selfishly, she just wanted Anthony near for this. He had a calming aura about him they'd need.
When the knock came she rose from her seat. "Nikkie, Anthony's here." With a sigh she opened the door, letting Anthony in with a smile. "Thanks for this." Quickly before he could duck out she kissed him before motioning him into the living room.
"It's not a problem," he assured her, enjoying the kiss as (probably) one of the few normal moments of this visit. He followed her inside and took a chair for himself, waiting for Monique to appear.
Monique heard her sister call for her, and slowly made her way out of her bedroom. She heard V and Anthony talking as she shuffled into the living room. She gave him a little wave and managed a small smile as she slid onto the couch. It made her feel a bit better when she got a warm smile in return. Anthony was a good guy, and she was happy for V.
"So," she said, fidgeting slightly in place. "You said we were going to have a talk?"
She smiled to her sister, "yes. And I'm not pregnant, again. Just in case." She tried to smile but it was better to just dive into this. She took her sister's hand, "the guy you talked to, the one who claimed to be Eros? He may not be lying to you."
She squeezed her sister's hand, "And I know how I sound. Look. Gods, myths, things like that are real." She glanced to Anthony, "I'm dating one of them. Which is why I asked him here, because I sound mad." She gave a tiny smile, "so this is Saint Anthony. That's your cue too." she glanced to Anthony, "do your thing."
A small, hysterical giggle slipped out of Monique's mouth. She couldn't help it. "Well that's a plus," she said.
Her eyebrows drew together, a mixture of disbelief and a frown. "So, you mean...he might not be an escaped mental patient like I originally thought?" She sighed. "Well, there goes that theory."
She squeezed back, tight. She could tell they were heading into new territory (for her, at least), and as much as she usually relished that, she was a little hesitant.
Her mouth fell open as V explained. Her eyebrows shot up as she explained who Anthony was. "Fucking hell," she breathed, then clapped a hand over her mouth. "Sorry," she muttered.
Anthony just smiled and waved a hand. "It's fine. Trust me, I've heard worse. But yeah, that would be me. Anthony of Padua, patron saint of lost articles and those who seek them." He gave a tiny wave. "Hello."
She fluttered her fingers a little in return. "Hello," she said faintly.
"As for doing my thing..." he shrugged. "Lost anything lately?"
She looked at him askance, but decided to just roll with the weirdness. "My Panic! T-shirt," she replied. Maybe it was lame, but it was the first thing she'd thought of. "I could've sworn it was in my room, but every time I look for it, it's never there."
Anthony sat very still, his eyes sliding out of focus. "It's under your bed," he finally said. "Check under the head of it."
Monique got up from the couch and went into her room, fumbling around under the head of her bed. Her fingers touched cloth, and she pulled it out. It was, indeed, her red Panic! t-shirt. She came back in, holding it up like a flag. "Well rock me, Amadeus," she said wonderingly.
Anthony laughed. "Been doing it for a really long time," he told her. "It's almost second nature by now."
Monique was taking this a hell of a lot better then she herself had. Then again, this was so much gentler then Poseidon's flashy show of waves that had endangered her son.
She smiled at the two, releasing a breath she hadn't known she was holding and taking her sister's hand again. "It's really handy when you loose your keys I hear." She tried, very hard, not to take advantage of what Anthony could do. She liked him, not the bells and whistles.
"You're taking this well. Whcih is good. Nikkie you have to be careful. Some things, they're dangerous." She paused, "like Bernie's father. There's a reason I keep telling you that if I have my way you will never, ever meet him. Thing is, it's one of them Greeks. Poseidon actually." She made a face, "my lack of taste not withstanding it's enough I speak out to him. He near broke my wrist for that and he's shown interest in you. Nikkie it would kill me if he hurt you, you hear? Don't go near him, don't be alone with him. He delights in breaking girls like us."
She shivered and looked away, "it makes Bernie different. I don't know how yet, and puts me in a world that terrifies me." She smiled to Anthony, "but there's some perks. You can't tell who is a god, or different, but there's some signs every so often. Anthony can tell you who to look out for on his end, I'll point out the Greeks."
"I am the key finding man," Anthony said with a nod, not even bothering to hide his grin. "It might not be a totally awesome superpower, like flying or whatever, but it's mine."
She let out another giggle, although thankfully this one was a lot less hysterical-sounding. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around it," she admitted. "But you know me, once I'm presented with some proof, something nearly impossible to refute, I come around."
She nodded. "I wasn't kidding about the mace," she said. "Besides, god or not, there are some weird people out there." She listened as V told her who Bernie's father was, and her eyebrows shot up again. "So, my nephew's, like...a demigod?" she asked, resolutely ignoring the way saying it made her feel like she'd landed in a Percy Jackson book. "And his dad sounds like he's as much of an arse in real life as the myths make him out to be."
"Most likely, it's because of the myths," Anthony piped up, and she turned to look at him, a quizzical expression on her face. "Immortals, like me, Poseidon, and if that guy you talked to really was Eros, him, are shaped by belief. If people remember Poseidon as a violent, brooding jerk, then that's what he became. People remember me as a preacher and a seeker, which I became. Although the preacher bit was already true, it's just...more now, I guess. But Veronica's right, breaking you would be fun for him, and if he ever comes after you, you can call me, OK? Not to sound arrogant, but I have a lot more belief behind me than he does, which makes me stronger than him. And V's right about that, too, when there are other immortals nearby, I get this...kind of a fizzing sensation in the back of my brain, which only seems to increase if we get closer or shake hands. Unfortunately, it doesn't come with a jerk detector, but trusting your intuition is usually a good thing."
She let Anthony explain, better then she could have and he knew more then she did. With a smile she sat down, keeping her sisters hand, "in a way, I suppose Bernie is a demigod. Poseidon keeps going on about how he'll exhibit certain traits, and his brother confirmed that. Bernie will also live a bit longer I take it, which don't mind at all. I don't think Bernie will reach Percy Jackson levels, but do you remember when I taught him how to swim and how he took to the water? All the other kids were wailing and he was so serene. I think this explains that."
She smiled, "and I still try to wrap my head around it. Doesn't always work because my really logical part says 'no, this is impossible'. But I've met several Gods now, and Anthony of course." She smirked, "funny story, Saint George is around too. I'm trying to find a way to greet him that isn't 'holy crap you are the patron saint of my country'." She ran her fingers through her hair then, "Anything else you need to know?"
All this information would have been a bit much to take in, but after seeing proof that what V and Anthony were saying was true, she was able to take a few deep breaths, settle back, and listen. And really, it kind of made sense. It wasn't like humans were the only life forms on the planet, and every culture had had its gods that they had believed in with everything they had. Sure, it was a little weird seeing one in the flesh, and even weirder knowing her sister was dating one, but she'd adjust. She always did.
"That's both really weird and very cool at the same time," she said at last. "And there are worse traits to inherit than increased longevity and an affinity for water. I remember, he seemed to be very comfortable. Makes sense now, though I didn't understand it at the time."
Anthony grinned. "Percy Jackson was a terrible movie, just FYI. They totally deviated from the book. Also, from what I hear, Poseidon is nowhere near that benevolent. It seems like they were just, 'Source material? What source material? Oh, there's actual myths, and a children's book that we're naming the movie after? We had no idea!'"
"Now there's a sentiment I can get behind," she said fervently. "I mean, even though I've seen it with my own eyes, it's still kind of huge and weird and pretty impossible." Her mouth fell open a little. "Saint George? Really? I'd love to meet him, that would be so cool! Although I'd probably say something along those lines, too, if we ever met."
"George is seriously one of the coolest, most laid-back people I've ever met," Anthony said. "And a great friend to have if you're ever in trouble, he's helped me out more than a few times."
Monique tilted her head, thinking. "Mostly...just who to avoid, I guess. Since I can't tell when they're coming, or who they are, it'd be nice to know who isn't friendly."
She gave a long sigh, "don't say worse traits. I worry that he'll take after his father. But his brother hasn't so that's a relief." She gave her sister a look, "but trust me, I'm not letting Poseidon have too much influence on my son. Much better people to take after."
At Anthony's little rant she looked to him and chuckled, "Poseidon would drown them all for kicks. And I quite liked it, thank you. You can't expect Hollywood to actually do research now can you? Although when they introduced the daughter of Athena even I was a bit confused. I'm pretty sure she's an eternal virgin." She glanced to her sister, "well we'll make Anthony set up a meeting and we can both giggle over him and act like we've just met a celebrity. Which we kind of would have."
She frowned, trying to think who she'd spotted on the boards to steer clear of. "Well, I know Zeus is a big name to steer clear of. I'm avoiding swans out of principle. Kyle and Nat both know too," she'd forgotten to mention that, "Kyle works for a Greek. Dionysus in fact. You can see why I worry for him. They can tell you more."