Chance Avaritia "Greed" (better_than) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-24 16:41:00 |
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Current music: | "Baby Get Worse" by Divine Fits |
Entry tags: | greed, hephaestus |
Who: Greed and Hephaestus
When: Early this week, let's go with Monday
What: Time to pick up his packages to fool the Zoe-family. Oh and to insult Greeks. XD
Where: Hephaestus' studio
Warnings: Greed insults are special...
Status: Complete
Greed whistled as he hoped out of his fancy car (not the one that had recently just died on him). She was still in the shop while he had gone out of town with Zoe the weekend before. That yellow beast should have been the first thing he picked up after stepping off the plane, but dropping himself in and out of deadzones kind of hit him harder than jet lag. It was later in the week before he headed over to the Greek's door. He really did loathe Greeks. There was this deep down shudder from his spine down to his feet when knocked on the door. He continued whistling some horrible church hymn with his own set of lyrics while he impatiently waited to be shown in. He was heavily observing his surroundings for some sort of trap or net to come flying out.
Instead all he got was some mangy squirrel running past his feet. He knocked again not three seconds later. Dropping off this bitch had taken a lot less time. From the sounds of it the old statue actually wanted it out of his hands. Greed was only hoping his talents had been worth the money. If it could fool Theseus, it would fool Poseidon.
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Hephaestus was really starting to regret taking this damned commission. Well, to be frank, he'd regretted it almost as soon as he'd taken it, but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to pull one over on his Uncle, either. Poseidon had never treated him all that kindly, and even though he might present a mostly benevolent face to the world, Olympian tempers (and grudges) ran deep.
But at least the Christian was coming to collect it today. He'd worked very carefully on the locket, down to the last detail. Even if someone had gotten out a jeweler's eyepiece, they'd be hard pressed to find a flaw, or a way in which it differed from the original. There was a reason he was the master craftsman, after all.
The rapidfire knocking shook him out of his thoughts, and he grabbed his cane and went to answer the door. He opened it to find a tall blonde man on the other side. "You must be Greed," he said, with on inflection on his thoughts one way or the other. "Follow me, your piece is in the forge."
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Greed was practically all over the door by the time Hephaestus showed. "It's about time!" It had slipped his mind this one had a handicap. "You know wheelchairs work wonders," he joked stepping inside, imitating the Greek's slow pace as he stalked behind. He was excited to see what his money had bought him. Greed wasn't one for patience.
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Hephaestus just turned, raising an eyebrow. "Or, perhaps, I just melt it down and you can find someone else to try and fool my uncle," he intoned. He would, too, if this Christian kept testing his patience.
He opened the door to his forge, flipping on the lights. The locket was resting in a spare gift box he kept for occasions such as these, and he hooked his cane onto the edge of his work table, taking the seat in front of it. He picked up the necklace and gave it a bit of a polish with a soft cloth, holding it up for Greed to inspect.
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Greed narrowed his brows. "I paid you too handsomely for that." He crossed his arms leaning his hip on the table. Like a vulture he grabbed for the necklace. "This is the fake?" He motioned his hand for the original he'd left with the old, lame Greek as reference. "Need to see them both." So far the man had quite a hand, that was for sure.
"You didn't lose the real one did you?"
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"That is indeed the fake, the original is locked in my safe," Hephaestus replied. He stood and took the few short steps to his safe. The lock was high-tech, it required his fingerprint, and his alone, to open. He took no chances with his materials, or his clients' pieces.
He retrieved the original necklace, which was nestled in a black velvet pouch. He opened it and dangled the chain from his fingers. "By all means, examine them. I'd hate for you to be disappointed." The sarcasm was so thick, it was almost visible.
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"Second best is always disappointing," he said in retaliation. This place made him itch in irritation. But, between the Greeks he didn't care if they killed each other. Poseidon, Hephaestus, and Theseus were all hit with the same stone. Let them squabble among themselves. It kept his girlfriend happy, and Greed took care of his things.
Now with both laid out side by side it was very hard to tell a difference. He took his time between the two, making sure he was satisfied with the work. He poked his teeth with his nail looking for a flaw, but he had to give the blacksmith credit. "I'm surprised. The craftsmen in Paris aren't this good."
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"That's because the craftsman in Paris aren't me, and haven't been doing this since time began," Hephaestus retorted. Greed was starting to wear on his very last nerve, he wanted him out of his forge and out of his house, the sooner the better.
He was fairly certain he took an extra long time in examining the two pieces, but that was his prerogative, he supposed. He really had been paid a large sum of money for this project, and he conceded that he'd want to know he was getting his money's worth as well.
"I take it, then, that the copy is to your satisfaction?" he asked, in a more even tone this time. "However, as I said, if there is magic on the original, that is not within my power to replicate. I could not sense any, but sometimes delicate spellwork can go unnoticed."
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"No they aren't. You actually have talent." Maybe that was insulting but Greed meant it as a compliment.
"There is no magic that I am aware of. Doesn't seem Poseidon's style to lace it with anything short of a booby trap." Greed laughed. Seemed the pirate thing to do right. "Think if I send him an eye patch and a peg leg he'd get a kick out of it?" Greed snorted.
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The phrasing was a bit rough, but Hephaestus could tell it was probably the best was going to get from Greed, so instead he simply said, "Thank you." Then he added. "There are one or two in Paris who apprenticed under me, if they're still alive, that is." He mulled on it for a moment. "No, the last one died in 2006. Never mind."
"Then I don't foresee any problems," Hephaestus replied. "Though I agree, it's much more my uncle's style to go for a bang, rather than the subtle approach." He closed up the safe, rearranging things on his workbench. He let out a quiet snort. "Considering he spent a great deal during the golden age of piracy as an actual pirate...who knows? It's hard to predict how he'll react on the best of days."
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Greed eyeballed both necklaces another good long second before he was satisfied. He cackled at Hephaestus' description, "A pirate? Really? Oh that just makes him hilarious." Hilarious in the sense that it was a sideshow for a circus. It didn't even intimidate Greed that Poseidon could drown him in three seconds flat. "I might have to call the circus when they're in town, I'm sure they could prop him up with a mermaid." He snorted at his own joke, sleeving the jewelry back in their proper containers.
He held his hand out for a shake, but moved it and clicked it like a gun with a wink. "You are smokin' old daddy. Someone should give you a raise. Or a new leg." It wouldn't turn Greed to suddenly be best buddies with the Greeks (even if his girlfriend rode the line and he was about to shake things up), but he could appreciate fancy work. Heph wasn't all that bad.
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"He has quite the flair for dramatic," Hephaestus said dryly. "And I think he'd enjoy that more than he'd let on, he used to have a mermaid for a secretary. Mostly for something pretty to look at, I think, but she could hold her own." He wrapped both hands around the handle of his cane, leaning against it for support while he waited for this conversation to wrap up. His leg wasn't hurting, but he could feel a headache starting to build right between his eyes. He wanted to go back inside and pour himself a stiff drink. Possibly even two.
He just raised an eyebrow at Greed's antics. "I'll have someone look into it," he said wryly. "But I fear I'll always be stuck with the leg. Too tied to my own myth."
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"A mermaid? Where do you find those these days?" He seemed genuinely curious. He'd find somewhere to stash a mermaid. He giggled to himself, pocketing the jewelry.
He turned to face the old Greek with a nod. "Not so bad old man. I'll be sure to look for your name in the paper." If Poseidon found out, Heph would be the guy to come for. It would be kind of fun seeing how they squabbled it out. "Keep it real." He airfisted and headed for the door, turning on his heel to look back. "Hope you don't mind, but I'm skipping out on a tip." He tapped his pockets with his hands. "I'm a little low on cash." And of Hephaestus found anything missing, it would take him a few days.
Greed held up a peace sign with an excessive grin. His face was practically plastered with nothing but big, white teeth.