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Phoebe | Phoibe | Radiance | "Gold-Crowned" (quetehagamujer) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2011-03-06 21:44:00

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gaz membrane, phoebe

I want to run like fire | [Closed]
WHO: Phoebe, Gaz. If there's anyone else at Mordhaus in Baja, drop me a line! This is Phoebe's first visit out of Paris :)
WHAT: Meeting for the first time, music will most likely come up
WHERE: Mordhaus, Baja, California
WARNINGS: I don't know, but uh...will update!

Perhaps the most intelligent of the Titans, Phoebe had found herself at a befuddled loss as to how a manky old boot was supposed to transport her anywhere. One moment, and she'd been handed it, and another moment, the time was up. She stood still a moment, staring at the salesman, before she felt a harsh yank right around her navel and seemed to twist and spin and almost fly, landing in what was clearly a garden of the worst things imaginable.

On all fours in a generally relaxed outfit for the fashion town of Paris, a black little dress with proper accessories, her hair done in relaxed curls, with a top that showed her chest a bit, she found herself ready to hurl. Not only that, but the shapes of the tall bushes wasn't very welcoming, either. She swore she'd never seen a dinosaur made of plant life look more real than she one she looked up to find.

What else had she expected??

She finally managed to regain her balance and calm, hiked her purse over her shoulders, and adjusted a strap on her ankle before walking up to the closest door and speaking with security. Thankfully, the Wartooth matriarch had told them immediately, which was quite to hear. She was led inside and took a look around, noting the architecture. What she did note after that was the level and type of music being blared, which had her asking the security where the kitchen was.

A moment later and she'd down two Advil with a glass of water, bracing herself against the counter and trying to fight the oncoming headache of despair.

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 04:06 am UTC (link)

Gaz had been told by a Gear that she had a visitor. She'd nodded at the man in the customary hood before sending him off. She paused her video game and walked to the kitchen, hoping that the chef was taking care of her. She was glad she hadn't tended to the zombies that day; it would have made her hair smell icky.

She saw Phoebe's hair before the rest of her and moved to stand next to her. "Do you want more of that?" She looked at JP and held up a finger. Everyone knew that was her hand gesture for a juice box.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 04:10 am UTC (link)

"That would be lovely, thank you," Phoebe said without looking up, rubbing a temple. Oh, if she stayed the night, she'd be asking for somewhere either downstairs if the music wasn't blasted through, or she would ask for somewhere up top so it didn't reach. The place seemed too huge for "music" to be blaring everywhere.

A moment after, she opened her eyes—and did a double-take. "Gaz? I didn't even think to look, thank you and Teja for letting me in your home!"

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	gameslave2 2011-03-07 04:16 am UTC (link)
	She motioned for JP to get some more Advil as well, sitting down next to her. Shrugging a little, she proceeded to open her juice box (cherry, of course) once it was put in front of her. She pushed the painkillers closer to her. "Sure." She shrugged a little. "Is it loud in here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 04:20 am UTC (link)

Phoebe thanked the man for refilled her glass of water, but she looked at the painkillers warily. "I've already two; anymore and it'll be overkill, but I'll take them for later, thank you," she said, putting them in her bottle.

She surveyed the place carefully before leaning in to ask, "Why do the security wear...are they gimp masks? They certainly look like them!"

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 04:23 am UTC (link)

Shrugging a little, Gaz slurped her juice noisily. She thought about how to best answer Phoebe's question. "Teja told me that they sign over their identity when they choose to be roadies for the band. They wear hoods, get numbers instead of names, and have to die for them." And they did, and they still turned up in droves for the honor. "I don't have to because I'm not part of the help, and Teja's too important. He's not a drone, he's one of the leaders of the hive."

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 04:27 am UTC (link)

Leaders of the hive? she mouthed, finding that kind of language particularly worrisome. Who spoke like that of their fans, their followers? Well...

"Sounds like a few gods I know," she admitted, carefully kept nails moving over the cool glass. "And a few priests and priestesses, for that matter..."

She took another sip of the cool, refreshing water, quite pleased it was clear and natural as opposed to moat water, which she would have not be surprised if the dragon-shaped castle was surrounded with. She looked over at her with a small smile. "I looked up your husband, he's a very lovely voice. It's not that I dislike the type of music represented here, it's that I am not fond of something I can't understand. I'm fluent in several languages, and I can appreciate something in a language I don't know because I listen to melodies and harmonies and rate the voice as is...but music in a language I know and can't understand just simply escapes me."

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 04:36 am UTC (link)

Teja's voice was a source of pride and arousal both for Gaz. She loved her husband, and she was also proud of his accomplishments. "Apparently where they're from," she murmured, nodding at the house as the unspoken band, "they're gods. They had more money than most countries. People killed themselves over their albums being late. Their world sucked and they gave them something to live for."

She could relate. Her world had barely been tolerable, and that was only because she'd largely always lived inside her own head or played video games. "Dethklok is brutal. It's the drums of war, it's blood, it's primal." She wondered if Phoebe could relate at all.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 04:41 am UTC (link)

Oh, she could, and that made her look darken. Fingers curled around the sweating glass, knuckles ready to turn white. "I have heard the drums of war, and I have seen the primal blood spilled about the land. It is not a good thing to see, brother killing brother, beloveds being slaughtered in their beds, watching as your followers and believers drown in vats of wine, in pig's blood, are stoned to death or forced to die in order to maintain a sense of peace that was previously disturbed by their new ideas. Socrates, for instance, grieved me greatly."

A moment later, and she drank the rest of the water. "These are the ramblings of an old, old woman, however. But the idea of people killing themselves...is it not upsetting to you, Gaz?"

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 04:49 am UTC (link)

For a moment, Gaz grinned at Phoebe. She was describing everything she wanted to happen to her home. Shaking her head, Gaz started on her next juice box. "If you lived where I did before here, you'd want people to kill themselves and more. WE were invaded by aliens, and nobody even noticed. They were too stupid." Her voice was scornful, because she knew Phoebe wouldn't understand. Only one person in the world did, and that was her brother.

Gaz didn't care about other people. It was impossible for her to. She'd been an experiment for her father, born of his semen and blood from an almost-abandoned house down the street. She'd been raised by robots and her older brother, sometimes. She'd never been hugged before she met Teja. Normal human compassion was something Gaz felt in fits and bursts, and only for her husband and son.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 04:55 am UTC (link)

"I see nothing wrong with aliens, Gaz," she said, and it was probably unexpected in several ways. "The ones we have encountered have had no wishes to destroy the world, only to learn more of it. Some have been entirely disinterested and simply passing through. But aliens are different over the many universes, I would imagine, just as gods and musicians are. In Paris, for instance, we highly prize the sound of the accordion. Here in American? Unnerving, a constant source of ridicule and dislike."

She took a moment before pulling out her small iPod, looking a little embarrassed simply for having it. Another glance at Gaz and she pulled out a set of air buds and cloth wipes, wiping them clean of her ear bacteria and ready for another user. "Yann Tierson is a bit like our modern-day French music hero. Care to listen?"

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 05:01 am UTC (link)

"I wouldn't either if they weren't stupid." Zim was stupid and had wanted to take over the planet, leading only to a series of failed and annoying attempts. "Zim was. And he kept trying to take over the world with stupid things. Like turning my brother into balogna." Her voice dripped with contempt, unable to see how silly her statement was. A normal girl would have seen the humor of the situation, but sadly, she was not.

Her face was dubious, lips pursed, but she took the ear bud once it was clean and put it in her ear. "The accordion is brutal." It was a compliment, albeit a backhanded one, but still a compliment. Hopefully Phoebe would realize how rare that was.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 05:13 am UTC (link)

"This is called 'La Noyée,' which is French for 'The Sinking,'" she informed her beforehand. "It's a cover, this one, that two college students, I believe they are, did with a simple piano and accordion. Italian gentlemen. It was used in the French film Le fabuleux destin d'Amèlie Poulain. A triumphant film, truly touching."

A moment later, wherein she'd been looking for the song on her device as she'd spoken, and she found out, gently picking up the other bud and placing it gently over Gaz's other ear hole.

The song? It was not brutal so much as requiring a grand amount of talent.

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	gameslave2 2011-03-07 05:22 am UTC (link)
	Gaz had no idea what the woman had said, but she listened to the music. It was ... pretty, which wasn't much her tastes, but she could see why it would be Phoebe's. When the song was over, she wrinkled her nose, not used to wearing earbuds. "Did you inspire that or whatever?" She wasn't really clear on what the Greeks did, but Teja had told her it was important. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 05:26 am UTC (link)

"Oh, oh no, I'm not sure I've inspired much. I'm quite content as is, showing art of my family and speaking of music made for them. Sometimes I find songs from my time, but I also sometimes sing the old ones, the ones that are thought of as lost, for my students to properly hear."

She took the buds back and wiped them clean, suddenly realizing...her drink had been replaced, though this time with a juice box. How delightful! She gingerly poked the straw through the wrapper before puncturing the silver tab on the box. "Thank you," she said, nodding the man who'd placed it out for her. "Does your husband make music you've inspired him for?"

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 05:35 am UTC (link)

Gaz nodded, sipping her own juice box. "Yeah. I wrote some songs about him too." She seldom played those, not really wanting to share how she felt with the world. It wasn't really brutal, it wasn't really metal. It wasn't what people who listened to her albums would want.

"You teach music? What did you do before, in the ancient times?" It was kind of cool that she was older than pretty much everything ever.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 05:43 am UTC (link)

"My father is Ouranos, my mother is Gaia, Father Sky and Mother Earth. I have many brothers and sisters, and I married my brother Koios, also known as 'the Inquirer.' I was looked to as a primordial moon goddess, and as intellectual, radiant, and a great overseer of prophesy...my grandson, Apollo, inherited the Oracle at Delphi from me, my passing it to him being eternal. He's held it every since. His twin is Artemis, who is most renowned as a huntress, as a virgin, chaste goddess, and as the one who takes charge of the moon where Selene once did."

While Gaz had previously slurped hers noisily, Phoebe was doing her best to do the opposite. Hard, given the nature of the beast overall, of course, but it was what it was. "I watched from afar, basically. I teach art, mostly, but I was tacked with Ancient History this semester."

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 05:48 am UTC (link)

Gaz listened, thinking that marrying her brother would be gross, but knowing it was commonplace for gods. "I've heard of Artemis. I painted her once." She swung her legs a little, hopping off of her stool. "C'mon, I'll show you my studio."

She'd always loved art, and even though she'd majored in computer art in college, she was most at home with paint in her hair.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 08:22 pm UTC (link)

"You did? Lovely! Do you mind if I snap a picture with my phone, or perhaps would you mind sending me a print?"

Phoebe could be a little uptight about music, but there was no form of art she didn't find fascinating and hadn't studied and, at one time or another in one form of fashion, taught. There was nothing that could surprise her or cause her disgust—after all, she'd been around thousands of years! What could she have not seen in that time that she wouldn't be able to recall another artist, obscure, unknown of, or thrown by the wayside, as a comparison?

She grabbed her purse up and thanked the man in the kitchen, receiving a grunt and a nod in return, which...wasn't what she expected, but they were wearing, well, what looked like gimp masks, so it shouldn't surprise her anymore, yes?

...still, this place would take some getting used to, she knew.

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gameslave2
2011-03-07 10:36 pm UTC (link)

"Both are fine." She shrugged a little to herself, still a bit confused as to teh friends she had made.

Walking barefoot to her studio, which was next to the room she shared with Teja, the Gears nodded to her and acknowledged her with curt murmurs of 'milady'. Gaz ignored them, and managed to cleverly dodge pools of blood as they appeared in the hallways.

Which was frequent.

She opened the huge oak doar to her studio, revealing a room that was haphazardly strewn with canvas and paints, as well as more than a few finished pieces. She tended to focus on older styles, playing with light, and rendering horribly gory scenes in baroque loveliness. Against a wall, a large canvas of Artemis slaying a bear - complete with shockingly realistic entrails - stood under a dim, bare light bulb.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-07 10:55 pm UTC (link)

Freakish monsters made out of fauna. Check.

Followers and fans that would die if an album came out later than intended. Check.

Followers and fans that signed away their entities to protect and die for the band. A little Fight Club, but check.

Blood appearing out of nowhere. ...no check. That was just. No way Phoebe could handle it. Not really, as she stood and stared at a rather large pool of it, then at a Gear, then back to it, and down to her clean white heels, which had stepped in it. Oh Khaos, no, screw this.

But when her attention was finally called to the room, her head turned sharply, caught her granddaughter's face, and nothing else in the world mattered.

She strode across the room as if she was giving a tour back at the Louvre, ages upon ages ago, and stopped mere inches from it, appraising it. Eyes traveled over the brutality of the scene. The guts and entrails stood out, definitely, but it didn't disturb her. No, not much in art could surprise her very much, but the face of Artemis...well, it was intense. She could see it in her head. She could hear her returning to Olympus with her huntresses and the body, explaining the thrill of the hunt, blood still stained upon her hands and naked chest. It would be a grand celebration, for they would have also brought stags and other male creatures of the hunt. Fires would burn long into the night, perhaps it would be a sacrifice in the name of her father, the ruler of them all. Perhaps in the name of her mother, so lesser-known and so hated by Hera. But that wouldn't matter to Artemis, who fiercely defended her family against the wrath of man and deity alike.

After all, Niobe's children had been slayed by her and her twin. Hera would have been a damn fool to say it was untoward to have Leto visit. On one hand, it wasn't her fault that Zeus sought other attention, and on the other, it really quite was. No god could tolerate her frigid words and her temper tantrums, really. She could see her granddaughter bringing a slew of swans in for a feast. No, her family was proud, and not to be brought down, not even by Zeus himself. Her daughter had turned to a quail to escape his advances, only to turn into a free floating island to escape Poseidon.

Time had passed. She had not forgotten. She would never confront her nephews on this, however. That was the way of things between gods and their kind. They ate their own. They birthed throughout time. Only Phoebe remained faithful to her husband. Only Hestia and Artemis remained chaste. Perhaps another would decide to, down the line, but she was never to be remembered.

"I would love to see you do one of her and a stag, preferably being ripped apart by hunting dogs."

Unexpected from her? Yes, definitely. But the myths of her granddaughter deserved more than what she had been getting this century, and anyway to have an artist detail more was an extraordinary thing to have happen.

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gameslave2
2011-03-08 03:54 am UTC (link)

Gaz noticed her shoe. "We'll get you another pair." She motioned to a Gear, lifting Phoebe up easily with one hand (genetically engineered super strength) and taking the shoe off with the other. "Go get her another pair of those, and fucking clean this up before I cut your arm off." She glared at the man, putting Phoebe down once they were past the blood.

She moved to let Phoebe into her studio first, wiggling her toes in her socks as she looked around. Just the smell of paint was enough to set her at her ease, and she couldn't help but grin when she saw that Phoebe was moved by her work.

"Didn't she put that guy in the stars?" She cocked her head. "I should read more about her." She'd liked Artemis' stories because she'd fancied herself like the goddess for most of her life. Then she met Teja, a man who was her equal, and had allowed herself to marry.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-08 04:03 am UTC (link)

"Actaeon," she said, seemingly relieved at having her shoes taken, though it left her in nude hose against the floor. There was nothing wrong with this, not with her, she who had been born of a gold-crown and aided her daughter's birthing on a free-floating island. Blood, the drums of war, such things weren't very well received with her, but there was no denying this art as something soothing. As mentally traumatizing as it could have been from the artist, it didn't cause Phoebe to worry, or to feel like asking Gaz what had been her inspiration and what she was thinking and trying to do with such bloody details.

"Friends, our nets and our weapons are wet with the blood of our victims; we have had sport enough for one day, and to-morrow we can renew our labours. Now, while Phoebus parches the earth, let us put by our implements and indulge ourselves with rest." Those were the general translations of her words. "Later, in the fine clearing amidst a forest of Cyprus trees, the hunter caught them nude, bathing. Instead of turning his face and ignoring, as any good gentleman once tried by the Chiron like Achilles himself should have done, he instead gazed upon them without shame. Once Artemis learned of this, she turned him into a stag and his hunting dogs rent him apart."

A small smile. "I think she may have offered him to her brother in sacrifice, I do not recall that part well."

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gameslave2
2011-03-08 04:21 am UTC (link)

Gaz nodded, thinking she'd sketch it out tonight once Phoebe was settled. She listened to Phoebe talk, smiling a little. "I'd like to know her, actually. She seems like I could get along with her."

Thinking to herself, she moved to grab a sketch pad, sitting down on the couch in the corner and starting to draw. She nodded to Phoebe to sit next to her. "They'll get your shoes soon." Even if the shops were closed, they'd kill someone who was wearing them.

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quetehagamujer
2011-03-08 04:26 am UTC (link)

"Oh, it's of no issue," she said simply as she swept the dress beneath her and sat. "They certainly weren't something like Dior. Not what I can afford these days. Perhaps I should go back to the Louvre..."

She mused a moment, thinking how odd her mind would pick that word, of all things! "Artemis has fair hair, almond-shaped dark eyes like her aunt, and is of quite fair features. That is not to say she's not fearsome in her element," she leaned in to whisper. "For she certainly is." She leaned back again, flipping some hair over her shoulder. "I am so pleased to be out of Paris, you really may not understand, or you may."

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	gameslave2 2011-03-08 04:43 am UTC (link)
	"It's their fault they messed them up." Gaz nodded, taking those details to heart and immediately starting in on her eyes. "Do you not like it there? Or were you tehre for a long time and just got sick of it?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)