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“Perhaps you’d like to take this to the field?” He says coldy, hand crushing his glass. Shards coat the countertop, liquid crimson dripping from his fingers like blood. “You are not worthy to speak his name. Patroclus was far better than you ever will be.”

 "I have no interest in fighting.  I only spar those I have quarrels with.  You, I do not.  You slaughtered people, on both sides.  I admire that."

“So you insult and back down. I thought Furies were symbols of vengeance and perseverance. Perhaps I should speak to Hades about your sudden stroke of cowardice. It’s really not like you to back down from a challenge. I see how gleefully you wield that whip, especially against..people like me.” Achilles says, hand flexing. 

She laughs, not even seeming to flinch at his insults.  She drinks more nectar, before sighing.  "There is a method to vengeance and punishment.  Some break under the blade.  Others, like you and your dear Patroclus, break under words.  Apollo has instructed me to give you special treatment, child."  She gazes at one of her nail-talons, which has flecks of blood on it.  "Besides, this is an argument for another, not I.  Hector is down here, save your words and strength for him."

*Of course i HAVE to join this. Hecate is my favorite but im partial to the God of Fire, Hephaestus.*

*Cyno, would it be okay if i were to RP as Hermes?*

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*Of course i HAVE to join this. Hecate is my favorite but im partial to the God of Fire, Hephaestus.*

*Cyno, would it be okay if i were to RP as Hermes?*

 *Hm.. sure yea go ahead!*

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*Of course i HAVE to join this. Hecate is my favorite but im partial to the God of Fire, Hephaestus.*

*Cyno, would it be okay if i were to RP as Hermes?*

 *Hm.. sure yea go ahead!*

 *(*.)^(*.)*

*Thank you! :D*

*I have to go tho :( so I won’t be on but I’ll respond when I get the chance!*

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*I have to go tho :( so I won’t be on but I’ll respond when I get the chance!*

 *Okie dokie :). Ill make it good for ya*

The wings blow, twisting and turning amongst each other as a man with winged sandals on his feet blows into The Hall of Lost Souls. His crimson cape billows behind until its falls quiet and demurely around his ankles. He twists a twin-snake caduceus between his slender fingers that is made from a beautiful metal that gleams slightly. He wears a silver helmet with little metal wings welded to the side, its covers his eyes in shadow so no emotions can be seen from them. 

He skids to a stop and grins, a childish grin almost. "Wow! Thats gotta be a new time!" He chirps, his voice ringing out slightly like a wind chime blown by the wind. He takes his cloak, which seems to fall seamlessly off his shoulders as if it was never attached to anything in the first place, and bats it with his hand, brushing dust off. 

My favorite Greek hero is Percy Jackson 

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My favorite Greek hero is Percy Jackson 

 *Winces in pain.* 

Megaera looks back at Achilles again.  "I will be seeing you.  It is... a shame that you were posted here, yet Patroclus resides in Elysium.  I will see if I can correct that wrong."

*I always have trouble picking favorites, but I do like Meleager, Theseus, and Pan.*

A man in Greek armor is sitting at the bar. He sits in the shadows, so his appearance is hard to make out, but his exposed skin seems to be brown and... hairy. He wears a clothe tied around the lower half of his face, and his head is held low as he slowly slices an apple with his knife.

Megaera has taken off her whip and is using it against a lamia in the arena.  She is making short work of it - that barbed whip is exceedingly effective at not just tearing flesh, but also ripping a creature's very heroic essence, taking away their fated potential.  "Die, creature of the depths!" She cries as she whips the blood-wetted spiked leather around the creature's throat, tearing it to pieces and sending it to respawn in Tartarus in one fell blow.  

Dusting herself off almost, her hands and chest splattered with the Lamia's green-red blood, Megaera seems indifferent to the battle, as if nothing happened.  "Well, that task is done now," they say simply.

Hermes is happily humming to himself while watching a few snakes slither across the ground, he has somehow named them already and adopting them

Seren is looking for someone to annoy

Megaera is sitting at the bar again.  Clearly she's awaiting a new assignment and is growing bored.