|cut_and_run (cut_and_run) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2015-11-05 20:05:00
|Current music:||"Follow Me Home" by Francis|
|Entry tags:||nike, theseus|
Who: Theseus and Nike and Dionysus guest appearance
When: Backdated end of October
Where: New York City
Warnings:Log reads backwards
Nike was much the same. Tease her and she'd get you back with something bordering on psychotic, or just swearing; it depended on her mood. Nike's eyes swept through the crowd, their encounter with Dionysus quickly becoming a distant memory.
Nike thought nothing of this move. If you wanted to call it 'a move'. She made no movement to remove her hand from his, nor did she mutter a word to point out what he'd just done. It was completely innocent and nothing more than a passing thought. Nike didn't hold hands and fawn over men. If they wanted her they had to get her attention, and Theseus had been doing a pretty good job of just that.
On Mon, Oct 26, 2015 at 10:59 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Usually Theseus didn't like being teased and prodded, but Nike didn't bother him. There was something easy going about it. She was guarded, she kept him on his toes, but he wasn't threatened. He didn't want to run.
When she waved a hand in his face, he took it away to put down at his side, and gods help him he was probably too tipsy to realize he linked his fingers through hers.
On Oct 26, 2015 11:16 AM, "Lauren Christensen" <email@example.com> wrote:
"Precisely," she said, slightly slurred. She grinned and pinched his cheek, "Don't be offended. You're a very pretty prop." Nike laughed before patting his cheek. It was fun messing with him. She could be honest and screw with him at the same time.
On Tuesday, October 20, 2015, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Ah, so I've become a prop. Lovely." He let her stay glued to him though, he quite enjoyed it. Let her come to this in her own terms, he just liked teasing her a bit.
On Oct 12, 2015 8:08 AM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
Had Nike been completely sober she would have dropped his arm after his first comment. But he was helping her keep her balance at this point. "Don't get used to it. I feel fuzzy, I need something to hang onto," she said begrudgingly. Nike wasn't the type to fawn over anyone, nor hang on their arms, but she was very stubborn and liked having something to hold onto, literally. As previously established, she also wasn't the greatest at expressing her feelings. So it was really a mixture of all sorts of emotions. She smirked, "It makes things more interesting."
On Sat, Oct 10, 2015 at 6:39 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I must be quite the hero if I have you on my side." He did feel more confident, not quite the coward he'd forced himself to be all these decades ago. Something about Nike brought that out of him, and so he was okay with her gloating about it. It reflected well on him. "Making mental note that you like seeing me dangle like a worm on a fishhook."
On Tue, Oct 6, 2015 at 9:32 PM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
Nike smirked, "Thus is the way of the Greek." She clinked her stein against his, "Yeah, well at least you've got me to protect you." Nike laughed, because it was so true. She took another drink. She felt a little buzzed, likely accounting to her chipper mood. "It was kinda fun seeing you squirm," she chuckled.
On Monday, October 5, 2015, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"I have a habit of wracking up debt." He chuckled but he felt his heart still beating a mile a minute through his chest. "I don't know if I was sure what I was going to do either. I thought he might drag me away in a body bag." No one thought Dionysus was as ruthless as the rest, but everyone forgot he was thrown into madness by Hera (one of her favorite tricks on Zeus' offspring) and there was still a madman rattling around in his head.
On Sat, Oct 3, 2015 at 10:38 AM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
Nike waited to say anything until she was absolutely certain Dionysus could not longer hear them. "He probably would have if I hadn't been here." Oh Nike, so positive and cheery. "Which means you owe me one," some more positive energy. She glanced at him, running from ear to ear. "Good job keeping your cool. I didn't know whether you'd piss all over yourself or what," she laughed.
On Saturday, October 3, 2015, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Theseus kept his cool until Dionysus was out of earshot. He loomed relieved. "I thought he wanted to skin me alive." That vibe had not been completely in his head. Dionysus had a grudge and he was definitely on his way to fulfilling whatever desires he had to fill. He had a feeling wine had nothing to do with it. He noted that Nike had yet to let him go, but he didn't bring it up. It might spook her and make her drop his arm all together. He would run with this.
On Oct 2, 2015 2:24 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
Nike would leave that promise out there, flapping around in the universe until she could not longer avoid Dionysus. But at least today it meant she had escaped, and had saved Theseus, from a very awkward gathering.
Nike looked genuinely sorry for her inability to come along to Dionysus' club for drinking. She may not be the best at expressing emotions, but she could sugarcoat these situations when the need arouse. "I'll do just that," she said with a forced laugh, still clinging to Theseus's other arm as though Dionysus might rip him away from her grasp so gods know what hell.
On Fri, Oct 2, 2015 at 1:08 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Dionysus' eyes flickered with promise until Nike shot him down. He'd have to save Theseus for another day. It was okay, he could wait. Dionysus coukd be patient when thinking of ways to torment his captive. He would find Theseus again, and that smelly fish would rot.
He squeezed Theseus' arm, smiling sweetly at Nike. "Be sure to keep an eye on this one. He has a tendency to run off." Theseus pulled his arm away from the wayward god.
On Sep 30, 2015 9:55 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
Nike offered Dionysus a smile, "Of course. Nothing is as delicious as your wine." She'd sugarcoat this as much as possible if it meant getting out of there. But she really did love his wine. "Oh, I'm afraid we couldn't today. We have a previous obligation. But definitely another time. Soon." She left it vague.
On Wednesday, September 30, 2015, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Theseus was stuck between headstrong forces. He might crash and burn really quickly if he didn't get out of this situation and fast. There was possession on both ends but for very different reasons. He got the feeling Dionysus might want to castrate him. Nike he hoped was just trying to help aid his cause into getting the hell out of dodge.
"No mortal drink is anything compared to mine. Don't you know that." Dionysus' tongue was as velvety as his own wine. "Why don't you two come down to the club. I'll give you a few bottles." Mostly he wanted to get Theseus away from a crowd so that maybe he could infuse him with a little crazy. If that didn't work, he might be willing to do it right here.
On Wed, Sep 30, 2015 at 5:50 PM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
Even if nothing bad happened to Nike, she had been put in enough unfortunate and awkward situations that she felt fairly comfortable with this. Her own grip on Theseus seemed to tighten, possibly indicating that she'd try to get them out of this. Or maybe she was being possessive. It was some sort of communication, but she couldn't very well come out and say what she was really thinking.
Nike laughed, if only to appease Dionysus. "Oh, just out getting drunk off mortal drink. Not much more than that." Which was the truth... or part of it at least.
On Wed, Sep 30, 2015 at 4:43 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Theseus wasn't quite drunk enough to casually know how to handle this. This was the first time he'd ever been face to face with Dionysus. The wine god kept clinging to his arm as if he were just a ornament as he walked with them both. "I am fabulous Nike, thank you for asking." He turned his bright blue eyes to Theseus who felt more like a rabbit stuck in the claws of a hawk. "You, handsome? Are you out wooing the women of our pantheon?" He chuckled but there was something far more sinister about it.
"Um..." Well, Theseus didn't know how to respond. "Why not ask the lady?"
On Wed, Sep 30, 2015 at 5:22 PM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
While Nike wasn't a fan of all the Olympians, Dionysus didn't necessarily fall among that group. He wasn't her favorite (that honor was naturally bestowed upon Zeus), but she'd never had any sour run-ins with him either. She just knew how unbelievably insane he could be.
In her near-drunken state she didn't realize how crazy she looked with her forced surprised smile. "Dionysus, hello. Enjoying your day?"
On Wed, Sep 30, 2015 at 3:55 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
They didn't have a chance to scoot away because Dionysus sauntered over with a giant grin on his face. He lavished in this kind of drunken stupor, constantly looking like he was high out of his mind. He probably was. He joined them recognizing Theseus, and behind that fake smile he was ready to murder him. Greeks could hold pretty long grudges, and Dionysus still had not forgiven Theseus for leaving his little flower to rot. Granted, he had made a home with her, he'd made Ariadne happy, but there was something there that Dionysus wasn't ready to let go.
He wrapped his arm around Theseus', almost as if the Greek hero was escorting him. "Hello gorgeous." He said with an obvious flirty look. He glanced to Nike. She wasn't considering this heathen good company was she?
On Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 11:27 AM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
Nike didn't care one way or another if their kind showed up. There seemed to be hundreds of them around; they were bound to run into someone. And this being a festival seemingly centered around booze, it was no surprise to Nike that their very own god of wine was hanging around. While she didn't have a personal beef with the Olympian, she wasn't sure if she wanted to deal with his craziness.
Her immortal radar brought her eyes to a spot not too far from their current location. There was an audible grown, more out of frustration that she might have to deal with crazy today. Nike looked back to Theseus, "Today, of all days. Maybe we can slip off that way," she nodded behind him toward an alley.
On Mon, Sep 28, 2015 at 9:25 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
One thing Greeks were good at was drinking and making merry. Theseus should have assumed some of their brethren were out and about. There was one god the both of them had failed to remember. The only god to make it on Olympus and be born of a mortal woman (well, aside from Hercules but he didn't count these days). The craziest one there was.
Theseus felt a feeling of dread as the god pranced around. He looked at Nike seeing if she felt it too.
On Sun, Sep 27, 2015, 10:27 PM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
It wasn't a topic of particular interest to Nike. Had this been one of her siblings she wouldn't back down. Plus she was feeling really good right now and didn't want that feeling to go away just because she brought up a touchy subject. Nike grabbed his arm and hung onto him, something she wouldn't normally do sober, and pulled him toward the aforementioned stein booth. "Two large steins, please, extra stout." When they were served Nike bowed her head and lifted her stein, "Thank you, kind sir." She even clinked her stein with Theseus' just for fun.
On Sunday, September 27, 2015, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
He was glad he didn't have to dive into that fiasco right now. He wasn't ready to ruin his date by ranting about Greed. Theseus laughed because even a little disheveled, Nike was gorgeous. "That way." He hopped down to join her on semi-wobbly legs. Another beer sounded like an excellent idea.
On Sep 27, 2015 8:58 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
It had been an innocent enough question. Where the Christians were concerned, Nike hadn't had much contact, if any. They were a rather arrogant lot, even compared to the Greeks. Nike could handle Greek arrogance, but she had no patience for other pantheons. She liked to mingle amongst her own. Nike shrugged, "Fair enough." She finished off her beer and looked positively devastated, "It's all gone. And my legs have gotten a little tingly. Where's the nearest stein booth, or whatever the hell they're called?" She stood up enough to look around.
On Sunday, September 27, 2015, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
On the topic of his daughter, Theseus was bristled. He kept drinking in hopes she didn't press those buttons. She did.
"Because I've delt with one of those Christian Sins myself and its a tangled web that will destroy her. I don't see any good coming from him." That was why he had a hard time letting go of his little girl. The only child he gave a damn about in a long, long time.
On Sep 25, 2015 5:58 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
"Someone who has no idea who he is?" she suggested. "Since when has Poseidon had a soft spot anywhere?" It was a rhetorical question, but at the same time she wanted someone to point out a time when Poseidon had been truly gentle or good. Maybe there had been a time when he meant well, but Nike couldn't remember one. Maybe she was overstepping her bounds here, but she turned to face him and looked very seriously at him, "If she's happy then what's the problem?"
On Fri, Sep 25, 2015 at 4:51 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"And who would willingly 'date' Poseidon who wasn't afraid they'd end up six feet under water or worse? Short of his wife who he hates at the moment, I don't think he's got a soft bone in his body anymore." He took a deep breath, clearly this conversation struck a nerve. "If I could eradicate that Sin from her I would, but a part of me sees her happy with him and I'm not my father." He was a screw up but he didn't forcefully hurt for the pleasure of it.
On Sep 25, 2015 4:51 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
Nike didn't really keep up with who was with who, or who was sleeping together. "Of course it was something less than than innocent," she said bitterly. She gave him a look, "Either way, Hera would have been stuck with an unfaithful husband and different people would have been cursed instead." And thus was the way of the Greeks. Nike smirked, "Sounds like Poseidon needs a girlfriend to keep his mind off of everyone else." Nike didn't seem to care much how Poseidon would react to Theseus going off on his own path, but that wasn't the case. She actually gave a crap about what the sea king did, because so often it was he who Zeus had been trying to dissuade. "And chances are it's her Sin boyfriend if they've been together long enough, unless Poseidon is around her on a regular basis. Or if he just gets an inkling to go be a douche."
On Fri, Sep 25, 2015 at 3:41 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
"Oh he wasn't helping. He was doing his usual. Peleus and Thetis are happy and he wanted to screw it up. You know, I sometimes wonder why Hera and Poseidon didn't end up together. Both of them are so quick to piss off that you never know where you're really standing." He took a generous swallow from his stein, thinking about how he was going to respond to that little nudge. He took a deep breath. "Poseidon is vengeful. If I step too far away he might hurt the only family I have. Zoe is only half mortal. He could hurt her...though with her dating a Sin I dont know which one will get her first." Theseus was "attached" to his daughter now. He was more invested in that then he was this, and he didn't want to threaten it by stepping in too many toes.
On Sep 25, 2015 4:20 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
Flattery might actually get him somewhere with Nike, but she wasn't about to give him any more ammo than she'd already given him. She liked her men to work for her, even if they didn't actually last. She kinda-sorta dated around, but mostly they were just one time things and she didn't see them ever again. That was how she liked things. She wasn't sire why Theseus was different. It was probably his persistence.
"I don't know, Zeus isn't all that bad. He at least rules whenever he's around. It's when he's quiet that that you should be worried. And Hera is basically PMSing all the time." Nike did not like Hera. She might the Olympian queen, but Nike didn't have to like her. Nike looked surprised, "Poseidon actually trying to help someone? Hades must be freezing over." She leaned in a little closer, "You need to get out of that situation. It might help you earn some points." She gave him a knowing looking and sat back to watch the passers-by.
On Fri, Sep 25, 2015 at 3:12 PM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Theseus was used to wooing women with charm and flattery. Nike was unlike any of them. It made this a quest of epic proportions, so he was all in. She made him have to think about how he was going to win her favor each time. It upped the anti that was for sure, but it also kept him invested.
"It might be a good thing Zeus isn't around. It will only cause chaos. It also keeps Hera from handing out curses and bad shit. Not that Poseidon hasn't done his share of that...I still think hes hanging onto me just so he can use me later for something only he knows. He already tried to marry off his half-breed daughter on Peleus." Theseus wondered what else he had in mind.
On Sep 25, 2015 12:00 PM, "Angela Weaver" <email@example.com> wrote:
Getting Nike large amounts of beer certainly added points to his score. She wouldn't tell him anymore than he needed to prove his worth. She was Greek. Pleasing her was pretty straightforward, but not always easy. As far as material possessions went, Nike wasn't all that picky, but she had already admitted to preferring weapons over more romantic-type gifts like flowers and diamonds. Nike didn't need or want those things because flowers die and diamonds just got in the way when she needed to throw a punch.
Nike laughed, "Oh gods, from what I've gathered we're already half-way there. Maybe more. Zeus I can handle, but he hasn't shown his face in a while." She leaned closer and muttered, "Probably off populating a new country." The beer was slowly getting to her, but this was nothing. "Hestia is pretty awesome. Athena can be tricky if you're not careful with your words. Hera... UGH, don't need an explanation for that one. And of course there's your dad, who needs no introductions." She shrugged, "Overall, they're all arrogant hard asses when they want to be."
On Fri, Sep 25, 2015 at 10:31 AM, Lauren Christensen <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Nike wasn't turning down his offers when he wanted the company. That in itself was a feat that he could gloat over. Alcohol was a clear shot way to get another Greek to socialize. "Some of them have more stamina than others, but it is true, they fail at consuming large amounts." He held up his own stein. In truth Theseus needed a chance to process his and Zoe's fight. They worked together so hiding from her was only temporary. He'd caved as any father would at wanting to get to the bottom of it. He'd overheard her talking with her boyfriend and learned for himself where her fears lay. Nike had been correct all along.
"As long as we all of Olympus doesn't show up, I think they'll survive." He pointed back at the guy at the trash can who was now hugging it.
On Fri, Sep 25, 2015 at 10:29 AM Angela Weaver <email@example.com> wrote:
Agreeing to a day at Oktoberfest seemed pretty innocent to Nike. It was two Greeks and unlimited alcohol. What could possibly go wrong? This might be considered a date, but Nike thought of it as more of a friendly outing with drinks surrounded by drunk strangers. Nike sipped form her stein, watching as people walked by the table she had chosen. She was mentally judging how drunk they were. "Isn't it funny how mortals can't hold their liquor?" she asked, watching as one guy stopped a few feet away to vomit in a trash can. "At least his aim isn't off."