to: all, with apologies to nico di angelo

[areou]

( the message is deliberately written in ancient greek. for most summoned, the network will auto-translate, but she's hoping there might be others who recognize the original text. )

WILL SOLACE COME RETRIEVE YOUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GOTH I'M NOT HIS BABYSITTER

( helpfully, she adds an illustration that no one asked for: )



( then, because nico seriously needs more friends and it's her duty as former head counselor of the ares cabin to embarrass any and all younger campers: )

↖  BTW THIS IS NICO
HE LOVES LONG WALKS THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD AND BROODING IN GRAVEYARDS
HE'S SPOKEN FOR BUT I'M SURE HE'LL BE THE AFTERLIFE OF YOUR NEXT PARTY
CHALLENGE HIM TO A GAME OF MYTHOMAGIC TODAY!!!

ALSO IF ANYONE OUT THERE HAS SEEN THESE DEMIGODS CONTACT ME ASAP
LOOKS LIKE ZEUS IS SUPER FUCKING PISSED AGAIN AND WE NEED A GAMEPLAN

( more shitty doodles follow, this time vaguely resembling percy and annabeth, although this time she labels them: )



— CLARISSE LA RUE, DRAKON-SLAYER, DAUGHTER OF ARES

( she figures she may as well cover all her bases here since all of this feels like a ren faire on steroids anyway.

ooc | threadjacking is more than welcome and, frankly, encouraged. let's all go hog boar wild. 🫡 )

Comments

[divasmio]

[ Hello old friend who killed his son that one time. But that was thousands of years ago and Apollo got revenge so, you know. Bygones. ]

I should hope so, considering there's at least two of us here.

[heelies]

[That passive-aggressive comment shall not stop him, for he cannot read. He can, however, decipher the name that accompanies the message.]

Apollo, far-seeing, bow-famed, have you truly come here?

[divasmio]

[ Oh, epithets and everything. This feels nostalgic. ]

Swift-footed Achilles, you flatter me. What fate has deemed that we meet here?

[heelies]

[He recognizes his name. You. Me. Fate.]

Well do I know that I shall enter the house of death by your hand, Apollo. Now that I have gained glory that never dies, for my victory over man-killing Hector, it is little wonder that you should follow me even to this far-flung land to remind me of the blood I once shed on Tenedos' rocky shore. Fate must ever move toward its end.

[divasmio]

[ OK Achilles can we maybe dial it back to an 11? ]

The war was long ago, Achilles. Centuries. I have no interest.

[heelies]

[No.]

War

Have

Have not?

How fast my patience unravels.

[divasmio]

[ okay you know what fuck the meter. ]

You and me both.

War is over. Finished. Now it's time for peace.

Do you understand?

[heelies]

[Also a tremendous no.]

If you wish for me to understand your message, Lord Apollo, you will have to find another way by which to send it. To you I shall offer the sacrifices and libations that a suppliant must, though I know your heart, made of the same deadly bronze that tips arrows, will not be swayed.

[Apollo may not be the god he loves best, but he is a god nonetheless.]

[divasmio]

[heelies]

[He studies the drawing, which demonstrates a skilled hand — unsurprising, from a god whose power is divided among so many talents.]

You wish for me to keep my distance from you?

[divasmio]

Yes.

Peace.

[heelies]

Then that is what I shall do. So must we mortal men follow the will of the gods, or else court disaster.

[Privately, he remains wary of his fate which looms just beyond the horizon. What questions he would ask, however, he holds, for he will not find any answers here.]