Who: Dionysus & Hephaestus What: Tracking down the mad wine god When: Late Thursday night Where: Park somewhere (*handwave*) Warnings: Language, crazy Dion, TBD
Hephaestus had not seen Dionysus for weeks, not since the mutiny, not since Zeus had become a statue. He'd been meaning to call his brother and meet for a drink, but somehow he'd just never gotten around to it.
But now Kyle was suffering because of Dionysus. Hephaestus liked the mortal, between him and Ariadne things got done around Naxos, and that was a good thing. Upon learning he wasn't at the club, however, he sighed and pulled on his coat. People tended to forget Dionysus wasn't just a god of drinking and revelry, he came with madness too. Gods only knew what had happened. He left a note for Aglaia and set off in search of his errant brother.
An hour and a half of walking turned up nothing, and his leg was really starting to make its displeasure known. He had just resolved to give it another half an hour and call Ariadne to ask how best to narrow the search, when he felt his brother's familiar presence a little ways ahead. Ignoring his leg, he picked up his pace until he had caught up with the wandering god.
"You have people both worried and irritated with you," he said conversationally. "I'm not quite sure where I fall yet."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-23 12:43 am (local) (link) Track This There was a deep iridescent purple flashing across his usually crystal eyes. When Ariadne had disappeared at the hands of Hera, Dionysus had feel into a child-like state, inside his own head where he was alone, at the hands of mortals. This was an entirely different side of Dionysus, even darker than before. He was usually a cheerful, boastful god, who made people feel good, but there was an edginess to that erratic behavior. Dionysus easily fell to his own madness, partial to Hera's curse from before.
The apartment he had just left held two couples engaged with one another. Pleasure quickly turned to pain and by the time Dionysus left they were far from dancing around in circles. One of them would be dead when the morning rose. No traces were left unless an immortal followed behind to smell his scent, or see the psychotic display of the mortals within his grasp. Kyle also suffered from Dionysus' rage. While the young mortal boy wasn't in the drunken stupor he'd been before, now it was as if he couldn't calculate his own drinks. He couldn't figure out things he knew he was capable of, his head was dizzy in a whole new way and Dionysus was far from stopping.
Dionysus had been gliding through the park with a manic grin on his face when he'd heard a familiar voice trail through the night air. He ignored it for a moment, turning to face Hephaestus, that flash of violet still within his eyes. His look was dark, cold and unnatural.
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-23 01:09 am (local) (link) Track This Hephaestus could feel his own eyes flashing, gray like the steel he worked with so often. He'd seen the dark side of Dionysus before, and although it wasn't his favorite thing in the world to deal with, he could do it. But first he had to get them off the streets, away from innocent mortals who might be struck by stray power.
"Tell me, brother, where are you headed?" he asked, calmly, but his voice leaving no room for argument. He could feel power radiating in the immediate vicinity, and while that needed to be looked into as well, right now, the important thing was getting them to his home. "You don't look quite yourself." He shifted his grip on his cane. This one was made of wood, heavier at the bottom. If he had to, one solid swing could take his brother down. Hephaestus might not be able to run a marathon, but he could lift and carry things like nobody's business.
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-24 02:48 pm (local) (link) Track This Dionysus gave Hephaestus a once over, his long black lashes fluttering over his curious eyes. He did not flirt or saunter over as Dionysus would often do on his good days. Today was not a good day and the chaotic god was reveling in the abuse of others. If his Maenads had been there they would have done even more damage. He missed them at times like this and their love drunk power.
"I'm taking a walk Hephaestus," no girlish nickname tagged on the end signaling the usual Dionysus. The others often forgot about him and his dangers. When he'd been found in the asylum he was inside himself, this Dionysus was unleashing on others purposefully for the sake of his own jealous temper.
Dionysus cast a naughty finger at his brother. "No, no," he held his arms out breathing in the deep night air, "I feel alive."
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-24 05:06 pm (local) (link) Track This Hephaestus simply stood there, looking at his brother and leaning on his cane, face impassive. He could feel the mad power of Dionysus swirling around him, but he wasn't exactly weak himself. He could withstand the urge to drink himself into madness, could resist the want to give into his destructive impulses.
"I can see that," he said. "But there's nothing around, unless you're simply wandering." He peered at Dionysus. "Although that's not out of the question, given how I'm speaking to," he added, mostly to himself.
"Perhaps you do, but the people around you are suffering for it," he said, firm like the sound of a hammer strike. "Kyle feels ill and disoriented, and your wife is not pleased with you. Did something happen between the two of you?"
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-24 05:16 pm (local) (link) Track This "There will be," Dionysus said with wet lips and a deviousness. He had just left his first victims of the night, and as he pranced forward with the sashay of his hips, his ears perked when he heard voices from a distance.
Dionysus was known to wander for long periods of time, wander until he'd found what he'd been looking for. A face, attention, a warm body to cling to.
There was a hiss from his lips as Hephaestus pried into his reasons. The ill part of him didn't wish to be needled, it was painful.
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-24 05:32 pm (local) (link) Track This Hephaestus heard the voices too, and right now, he was more worried for them than for Dionysus. His brother could take care of himself (usually, anyway, when he was in his right mind), but mortals didn't stand a chance against his brother's spreading madness.
He rolled his eyes at the hiss. "Ariadne was right. By all the gods, you are such a child sometimes. And right now, you're a danger to yourself and others, so either come inside where you can't hurt anyone, or I will bring you inside." He subtly adjusted his grip on his cane, gripping it more firmly.
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-24 08:41 pm (local) (link) Track This Dionysus' lips thinned. He was a child at times, but Dionysus had lost many in his life that he'd grown close to, so to see his wife taking interest in another clenched his heart tightly. He gave her everything, would give her anything. This Shakespeare wasn't Theseus riding in on a white horse, but he threatened Dionysus with his pretty words.
"I'm not some child Hephaestus," he spoke heavily. "I am simply," he drew in a sharp breath and looked around to where the voices were coming from. A smile creased his lips, "enjoying myself."
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-24 09:08 pm (local) (link) Track This "No, you're not," Hephaestus agreed. "You're a god who is thousands of years old, acting like a five-year-old human child throwing a tantrum. You cannot wander about the city, inciting mortals to madness, that's the surest way to end up back in the asylum. I do not know what happened with you and Ariadne, all she would say is that you were acting childishly. And if your idea of enjoying yourself is wreaking destruction and madness wherever you go, drawing attention to yourself and the rest of us in the process, then someone needs to stop you. And if that has to be me, then so be it."
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-25 12:13 am (local) (link) Track This He gaily danced around with a manic laugh sliding up next to the woman that dared to cross by them. He greeted her with seductive whispers, soft pets against her cheek and through her hair. Those violet eyes closed, his lips but a breath against her ear. She smiled happily for a moment before Dionysus stepped back, taunting Hephaestus to come closer while the wine god walked a few steps backwards with his arms outstretched.
The woman who had passed them started to dance wildly as well, stripping herself of her clothes a piece at a time. This lasted for a few minutes until she suddenly fell to tears. She clutched herself tightly, arms folded around her chest as thoughts flooded her mind that were not her own. There was a sadness in the air, the same sadness that Dionysus held for his loved ones slipping from his fingers. The girl held her hands to her ears, still able to hear his whispers which now were dark taunts in her head. Everything was spinning, spinning so fast she couldn't breathe. The park crested the harbor and for a moment she clutched the railing as if deciding to dive in.
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-26 08:13 pm (local) (link) Track This Hephaestus watched as Dionysus' mad power consumed the mortal woman. He felt it tugging at him as well, and although he wanted very much to give in, he had come here to find his brother and get him somewhere safer for everyone involved. And he couldn't do that if he was dancing around a park like a man possessed.
He made his way over to the woman Dionysus had in his thrall, trying to see if he could help her at all. He wrapped his hands around her wrists, trying his best to be an anchor that could ground her to reality. "You don't want to jump," he said, his voice solid and commanding, in contrast to Dionysus' whispers and taunts. "Come back from the edge. Come away from there."
Once he was satisfied she wasn't in immediate danger, he turned to face his brother, eyes burning like the fire in his forge. "This ends now," he said in Greek, loud and clear like the hammer hitting the anvil. Tossing his cane into the air in a practiced move, he gripped it just under the handle, and, wielding it like a club, struck Dionysus squarely on the right temple.
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-26 09:00 pm (local) (link) Track This The woman felt her heart jump a million beats a minute as her feet had lifted onto the bottom rail, but then she was stopped by someone else. She frantically looked at the older man, scared, terrified really of what he wanted from her. She gasped defensively, but after a few moments found that her head cleared a little as he strongly brought her back down to safety. Then, she ran. Ran as fast as she could clutching her purse tightly to her chest until it seemed she couldn't run anymore.
Dionysus' lips pressed tightly together, the foliage on the ground quickly growing into vines and reaching out to cling to their master. His eyes flashed in anger and he approached not at all turned away from his brother's demands. The lithe brunette felt his face thrash to the side at the blow, blood dragging down the side of his face and knocking him off his feet.
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-26 09:12 pm (local) (link) Track This Hephaestus immediately felt regret at having to put his brother down like that, but neither could he have stood by and let Dionysus convince this woman to jump to her death. He knelt down next to the unconscious man, checking his pulse. Still alive, just out like a light. He used a handkerchief to wipe some of the blood away from Dionysus' face, then tucked the cloth into his pocket.
Straightening up, he pulled out his phone and called for a car. It cost a bit more than a taxi, but they tended to ask fewer questions. Once it arrived, he bodily hauled his brother into the backseat, giving the driver his address. He settled into the seat beside the wine god's slumped form, wondering how exactly he was going to explain to Aglaia that not only were they having a guest for gods knew how long, but that said guest was also not quite right. At least right now.
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[info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-26 09:27 pm (local) (link) Track This Dionysus didn't remember anything after that point. He wasn't much to drag around, but a dead weight was heavier. He looked rather peaceful laying unconscious, still the beautiful androgynous youth.
When he finally did start to come to he was in unfamiliar territory. He strained to open his eyes, nothing but sharp blurs hoovering over him. It made him groan and curl his body into a fetal position. It was a comfort.
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[info]godoftheforge 2011-09-26 11:19 pm (local) (link) Track This Hephaestus had never been more grateful that he had strong arms from his decades of work at his forge. Dead weight was harder to shift, yes, but Dionysus was short enough and slender enough that it wasn't overly taxing.
When they arrived at his home, he paid the driver and carried his errant brother inside, using his cane to push the door shut behind them. When he'd bought the house, he'd wondered what he was going to do with the extra empty rooms, but now he was glad he had at least two of them made up. He drew back the blankets, depositing his brother in the bed and pulling them back up. He left him there while he sought out a heat pack for his leg. All the walking and hauling had made it start to scream in protest sometime during the night, and he really needed to sit down. And he needed a good, stiff drink as well.
He returned with the heating pad and a bottle of scotch, settling into a chair next to Dionysus' bed. He'd sit there until he either came too, or until it became clear he wasn't waking up tonight.
(Reply to this)(Parent) (Thread) I'm so late Liz I'm sorry!!! [info]dipsomaniac 2011-09-29 10:27 pm (local) (link) Track This Dionysus' vision remained blurry until he could properly focus which was still like a bad hangover. Every part of his body hurt, his temple felt as if it were on fire.
It was a long time before Dionysus came to, noticing as he groaned and rolled over that he was not in his own bed, and that it was not inhabited by warm bodies. He switched his venom on when he focused on Hephaestus, his voice a hiss.
"What have you done to me, brother?" No handsome catch phrase, just pure angry and annoyed Dionysus.