|Kymopoleia (waveranging) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-07-25 10:57:00
|Entry tags:||briareos, poseidon|
Who: Poseidon and Briareos
When: Wednesday afternoon, January 11th
What: Poseidon uses his powers of persuasion and manipulation to drag Briareos to NY
Where: Briareos' tattoo shop, California
The construction outside was enough to give Briareos a headache. It would be just a few short months before his shop and every shop down the street was taken over for a fancy strip mall. He'd been here at least eight years and now he'd have to start from scratch. He had a week or less to get out. He'd formed very few relationships since he'd been in California, so the idea of moving elsewhere wasn't completely off the list, he'd just grown entirely used to this town and the privacy he'd obtained.
Heading to the back room he shoved the door open with a heavy box to keep it pried. Small, dark places tended to make him go mental. At least with the light of the hallway peering in, there was an exit. He'd been packing up supplies when one of his artists poked his head around the door.
"Yo, Barrett, there's a guy in a suit here to see you." Stuffed shirts and fancy suits were not his usual customers. Heading out into the main hall he looked over the back of the tall gentleman with a sigh. "We're closed, come back in a few hours." He wasn't really in the mood to deal with anyone, he just needed to get this place packed up.
Poseidon turned, fixing the cuffs of his jacket. There within a few feet was once a monster more powerful than the entire Greek pantheon put together. He had to admit he was a tad disappointed.
"Barrett Galanos?" he asked with a quirked brow and a laugh. Oh this was amusing. He motioned over his body with another laugh. "What the fuck happened to you? There used to be," he paused rubbing his chin, "more of you."
Briareos knew without ever getting a name that he was in the presence of Poseidon. There was a little bit of a mirror image playing between their features, only Poseidon still stood strong and towering. Briareos' face remained still, looking at Poseidon with no fascination whatsoever. He'd spent years without ever meeting an immortal.
"I must say, Poseidon you look exactly the same." Poseidon grinned taking a seat on the red pleather couch, arm stretched over the back. "Doing well for yourself," the sound of a jackhammer from across the street filled the silence.
Briareos shrugged. "Could say that."
Poseidon's tongue lined his teeth, tapping a finger against the arm of the couch. "Well, at least you're not withered away to dust," he chuckled, "though you're mighty close. I'm a little disappointed. I was expecting--" Braireos cut him off "A little more. Yes, I'm sure. Times change." He was easily getting agitated, which was what Poseidon had been gunning for. He could see that vein popping against the old god's neck.
"What are you here for?" His voice hit a deadly low, cutting Poseidon off with his eyes. If the Olympian wasn't here for anything more than his own amusement he'd remind him real quick who had been the earth shaker long before he'd taken power.
"A proposition." Poseidon stood straightening his suit. "I'm sure you're nice and cozy in this little shit hole, but I had this marvelous idea after tracking you down that you'd join me to New York. I mean it's practically the new Mt. Olympus, thought you'd feel right at home."
"I have no desire to be anyone's whipping boy anymore."
Poseidon cocked his head. The kid still had some spark. At least that hadn't been stripped away along with the rest of him.
"Of course not." He pointed outside towards the construction with a grin. "I have a feeling--and correct me if I'm wrong--that the idea of power still peaks your interest." He paced toward the door. "You've been reduced to this humanized form, no power, no interaction with others just like you. It's got to sting." He grinned maliciously, stepping forward, a strong hand on Briareos' shoulder. "I've always liked you," he said low against the once-giant's ear, hands tightly kneading his shoulders. "A little fire could bring some of that old spark back in your bones. Besides, I've got a daughter that's just dying to see you. Tell me if that doesn't turn you on."