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(orpheus hadestown au )
Orpheus stretched himself out on the ground level stone stool , the chains around his ankle rattling with each movement . Sitting upright he observed the area beyond himself , the large spreading out of Hade's throne room ,decorated in gold silver and whatever gems had been stabbed violently from the earth . the marble floors so clean that it was almost impossible to see the river water that ran along the sides of the floor and made their way into a large pool just a few feet to the right of the actaul throne.
he reaches for his small lyre , tuning it with his eyes closed . letting the sound echo the currently empty chamber.
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soft touches on the ground he walked on as amethyst orbs scanned the new area for where he had entered, a soft hum of his throat could echo through the halls. A rather young spirited man made his way through this strange new place, "Hello?, is anyone there?". his voice sounded of honey and milk combined together as for his appearance? soft white skin slabbed with leather clothing, large combinations of belts were around his waist and wrists.. around his neck was a leather bondage collar it would appear the young man loves to wear leather.
Puzzlcdboi: I hope this is good?.
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The outer area of hades court was decorated as though death always lingered, which was exactly the case. Thick coal and ash smell , smog as dense as soup and the constant faint sound of pickaxes.
Orpheus was just within the stiff openned golden doors decorated in areful patterns that spread themselves to show off the splender of his the ruler.
A scrawling red carepwt ocerlaying marble that ends at a massive set of 2 thrones and a small nest beside the larger of the two. Nessled within it sat a man with a olive tan complexiion , robed as youd expect an overly expensive prize pet. Eyes baring no pupils while the rest of him was done up in carefully crafted and heavy garments , beneath his posture a long chain that attached to his anckle.
A laurel lyre by comparsion was simple and rested in front of him. He was carefully plucking each to tune it.
His eyes shifted , a hum ? In hell? Than a voice? Someone must be lost.
Very lost.
He wondered for a moment if history was repeating itself.
He glanced around for hades, as if expecting this to be some cruelty but the lacking of the king himself resulted in a simple frown.
So someone was lost , that had to be the case. He hoped so.
"Hades is out at the moment i'm..."
His voice was a little bit deeper comparsion but only slight, his singing voice was always more his notiable feature and time mixed with hades preferance for the lyreboy to speak little had taken its toll.
The orbs caught his attention , that ... was strange. Very strange to this old world boy whom only adjusted to simple technology and the occasional jukebox.
(Its great
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Hades? was this place the underworld? in other names for it hell? how in the world did he end up here?, when did this happen? or a rather unorthodox question how?.. "D-did you just say Hades?.. tell me something is this truly hell?".
so many questions yet so little time to answer any of them.. his baritone voice made it sound like an echo through the wall in Hades junction, "Who are you if I am in the right position to ask?".
Puzzlcdboi: thank you and your reply is great as well.
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(daw thanks )
"you would be correct on both accords . "
he looks in such a manner that it appears as if he is making eye contact but in fact is unable to do so.
"I am Orpheus , son of Calliope and eternal lyre for his Majesty. "
he lowers his head just slightly for a moment as if giving a half respectful bow to Hades even in his absence.
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(you are most welcome)
Orpheus? isn't that a God name? so it seems almost anyone can be a god reincarnate, Atem looked intrigued by the mere thought of someone other than himself was a god.. "I am Atem, son of Pharaoh Aknamkanon and Amunet the Queen. It's a pleasure to meet another god?".
a small baritone chuckle came from the Egyptian as he did a quick little bow of his head.
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his face flushed with a little more colour than it had in a little over maybe a year, maybe two hundred ? days blurred together after awhile he supposed.
Pharaoh ? as in - egyptian royality?
he tried to recall if anyone had ever taught him much on the subject . Charon had at some point but it was a slightly fleeting memory.
Prehaps it had occured on one of the few days he was allowed to play music at the docks.
or maybe the man had come to complain ,not terribly uncommon. only man in the underworld he could possibly think would have lack of care enough toward his own afterlife to do so.
he rests his hands on his lyre.
"Son of one, i don't know if i count in the ranks. Apollo bilogically was my father but i was raised by mortals."
he gives a slight shrug. He was sure there was a great deal of confusion on whether or not he was in fact apollos son , Oeagrus raised him but that could have been for any number of reasons .
"It's an honour and a pleasure Atem , do you prefer to be called that or by another title ?"
he offers politely.
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A light bow of his head shows how respectful he was towards other god like beings it sort of became a habit to him, at least that's what he was taught to do whenever meeting someone of high standards else where in the world.
"I prefer to be called Yami if you don't mind of course?, it is a name I have come to cherish.. it is from a young teen that I have met before actually traveling to different places".
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"I will refer to you as such " he replies his voice dipping into a softer tone for a moment , his hands mindlessly tightening his lyre's knobs.
"Please - make yourself at home. I don't know when Hade's will return and olypis only knows where his sons are at this time.
I'll happily get you anything you may need until than. "
he stands , holding his lyre in his arms as his feet balance in the soft fabric nest seemingly hand woven although decently poorly.
his clothing revealing the extend of its length, comparable to a long wedding tail. prehaps out of irony this style was chosen by his overseer , whatever the case they were fairly heavy.
he's just become accustom to the motions.
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soft violet hues looked upon the other male followed by a soft smile creeping upon his dark tan skin that looked like the sun had kissed his skin, he felt welcomed by Orpheus as such he didn't intend to stay here long period of time.
"Thank you Orpheus I appreciate your kind welcome and gesture, I am not used to such kindness until meeting the young teen I mentioned earlier..".
he could tell when people are telling the truth and when they are lying, he has this way of knowing through his shadow magic he possesses.
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"A little kindness is worth its weight in gold , i find. and gold is only as good if its in use right?
same logic. "
he shrugs lightly , stretching his back out a little
he certanly had nothing to hide, a simply servant with a worn heart and years of knowing what it means to
not see kindness. watching the king and his queen fight , causing a worsening famine up above and fear in the workers in the mine.
he was once a free spirit following the way the wind took him.
than he met Euyrdice
than he met Hades -
he shakes the thought off for a moment, spinning on his sandal's heels with a cheery nature about him.
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a simple nod of the Egyptian's head could be seen as a sign of respect to his superiors that were more in high standards then a mere Pharaoh, he clicked his tongue as it sounded similar to a chirp.
"You wouldn't have something to drink around here do you?, I am quite parched after finding my way down here ..I just can't believe this is really hell?".
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"I can go fetch some supplies from Pershpone's latest import. Wine ? juice ? milk maybe ? I'm sure we have nearly everything, I just wouldn't suggest the water.
The myths about the types are true. "
He shakes his head and tries to adjust his nest just slightly before darting his eyes to see if there's a suitable chair.
"i'll get a chair from the back room as well. "
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"Wine would be preferred in my country it is custom for the Pharaoh, nobles and commoners to drink wine.. of course I would take anything else if you don't have any wine". A soft hum of his voice could be heard as he looked at Orpheus with a small smile.
"Would you like some help? I don't mind lending a hand? it'll be good for me to use some of my muscles for exercise".
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" I can get that for you its not trouble. "
he gives a little nod
"theres a cellar just beside her garden , i'd be happy to take you there see what appeals to you most. "
he rubs his arm just slightly , "Only if you want." he gives a slight nod, twinning up the chains around his ankle and drapping them over his neck like a boa to make it slightly easier to walk.
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"I would like that very much it'll be helpful to me to choose which wine would be suitable for me". his eyes widened when hearing about a garden? he loved gardens, loved smelling the flowers and sitting down in a shady area listening to little birds..
"Do you think she would mind if I take a look at her garden?, gardens are my favorite I have several private gardens back home".
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he gives a little nod ,
"I'm sure she would. She's yet to get upset with me for it so I can't see why not ."
he concerates for a moment. the remaining lengths of chain that seem to almost get longer with each step he took hover just a few inches off the ground.
followed by his feet . He was limited in his abilities prehaps but there was some relief coming from the feeling that he could at least
adjust the weight to some degree .
he turns , hovering in a standing posture toward a long hallway decraoted with large murials of Hades and his wife along lit by lanterns almost as bright as natural light.
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His amethyst orbs gazed out at the pieces of art of Hades and his wife made him smile a little, back home the Pharaoh's before him would have a large harem mostly of young women that was there to please whenever the pharaoh needed it..
Atem however didn't feel for having some harem woman who bends her every will, he much rather be without having a lover at the moment.. as he followed Orpheus through the hallway while keeping his eyes glued down at the floor..
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he hummed slightly to himself as he scanned each door they passed cautiously. expecting prehaps that Hades would appear , alas it was donning close to winter so such a thing was unlikely to occur.
it was a gentle tune that almost felt as though it phyiscally softened the qaulity of the air .
he paused , feet touching the ground as he found himself and Atem before a large stainglass door decorated with what appeared to be a young faun sitting among broughtly coloured flowers.
He jiggles the handle a few times until it opens , a slight and quiet creak emrging from it and flooding the hallway with smells of life itself.
Fresh slightly dampened dirt, the smell of dew on flowers, the sweet nectar from the top of said flowers. plant and even the soft sutble often overlooded smell of cold water on a lake early in the morning.
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The smell of morning dew on the flowers opened his mind as he became more comfortable around during his time in the underworld, a single sigh escaped from him as he slowly followed Orpheus until he stopped at a stainless stainglass window..
"What truly beautiful master pieces of art, I do enjoy seeing such lovely paintings I'd like to be an artist one day".
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( i apolgize ive been on other accounts for a while, would you be intrested in starting over ?
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(it's alright not to worry, and sure I don't mind starting over c: I've been getting more practice with longer lit writing).
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( hi there
actaully he's an au from hadestown the braodway musical , which itself is an alteranate take on the greek tale of Orpheus and Euyrdice.
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{{ Can you look at @/feeble-dream 's account and tell me why they aren't getting RPs? }}
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I got no idea they did a wicked job in their account and honestly the muse themsepves is super intresting , i might myself leave on their if they want it but judging by the journal theyre really doubting themselves and i dont wanna stress them out more
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I mean terms of interacting with the various muses i have yeah. All i can see is maybe the profild is wordy? But its needed for the background . Its not as easy as linking journals to it facr doing that would make it harder.
Prehaps holding a chatzy would help?
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feeble-dream What do you think?
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i did look at it earlier , like i said i think personally it looks really good
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alright, if they want to pratitice rping let them know im open and willing to help
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Okay. I did. }}
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Thanks man if i seem slow its just cause im in college
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(SEE YOU, SPACE COWGIRL!) i hope this is alright !! ;;WHILE NOT ONE FOR revealing her personal description, Fiona would describe herself as a bit of a night owl should it come to it. Often during recent late nights she would wander the streets, lost in contemplative thought, thinking things through. These idle ambles sometimes became visits to the nearest bar she came across; and on Pandora, they weren’t very far no matter where you were.
An order of skag ale would suffice for tonight, she thinks, and half the cup is already downed just seconds after it’s slid to her. Though not one to resort to drinking as a solution, life had been taking a toll on her lately. It just felt right. A botched misadventure, the crashing of a space station and being stabbed square in the back by someone she trusted ... how ironic was it that the con artist was bitter over a betrayal of all things?
Too lost in her thoughts, Fiona fails to notice the grip on her drink faltering —— and before she even knows it, the cup and its’ contents empty themselves all over her. Great. Brows furrowing into a vexed scowl, a string of curses slips from her lips in habit.
“ Shit, shit, shit, fucking shit! ”
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(its beautiful, i'll do my best to work off it . im going to send orph to you i think to retrieve her in place of what normally would be hermes job based on what i'm seeing in your starter i think that lend itself well to this as a mini plot.
Orpheus , a delicate boy of greek orginal with eye void of pupils and a stained face of tears, adjusted his position carefully . Watching his master leave the room in the middle of judging some random soul to which circle of this ironically not god foresaken place known simply to many by the name of hadestown . a land of the willing or recently fallen dead.
He adjusts his chains on his small stone seating spot.
his laurel lyre resting to his right in the nest of soft fabrics he wishes he was allowed to rest in during main working hours.
His eyes scan the line . he scratches his curly black hair and gets up, trying to crawl onto the thrown to check the book. a throne mind you that is several feet taller than he is .
just as he reaches it he feels a massive hand grip him and lift him off as if he were nothing more than a small underfed mutt, he curls his legs up. looking over his shoulder to see his master, the lord of the underworld himself , burrowing his thick black brows and throwing orpheus onto the ground before dropping what seemed like foreign clothing in front of him .
he looks up at Hades with a slight head tilt.
why was he being given such strange looking clothing ?
"My brother is busy , you will have to do. "
orpheus knowing better than to request privacy to change, does so and is given a piece of paper with a name and a charmed set of heavy ankle braclets in place of his chains as well as a necklace to cover his scars .
he gives a slight nod of understanding and turns, grabbing his lyre and rushing out the front gates .
A mix of excitement and concern befalling the son of Calliope as he makes his way to the ferry and shows Charon the paper.
"is - this place valid ? " he whispers avoiding eye contact .
With that he was off , the first time in several centuries the young passed lyre was allowed to leave and for what ? soul retrieval ? it seemed a little ironic to him. prehaps he was in trouble and hermes wasnt actaully busy.
he pondered it as he's taken out of the underworld, adjusting his lyre's pitch just in case it was needed.
"Charon , do i look - unprofessional in these ? "
he points to the odd combiation of grey washed sweat pants and blue jacket combo engraved with a decently large symbol for the underworld , the same which was burned onto the right side of his head just above his ear.
The ferryman said nothing , not even so much as a grunt. Hard work must never leave him with much feeling for conversation .
"Right - well I'm here. I guess "
he squints as he puts his hand over his forehead trying to see best he can through the choas of lights that were much more clear than the smog covered, coal pungent air of Hadestown.
He turned to see the man almost vanish into nothing . Always gave him the creeps .
"right - right. "
He slings his lyre over his arm and looks at the peace of paper again.
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{💘} he was surprised to see orpheus at his mother's party. his voice was recognizable, and he could hear him from a distance away. he ran over.
" orpheus ! what are you doing here ? "
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he rubs the back of his neck , sitting just slightly on a person sized nest mainly made of soft wool and some cotton balls woven together , alibeit poorly.
dressed in heavy but detailed gold braced necklace and braclets and coin shaped earrings . the rest of his clothes a sort of smokey purple .
his eyes were observing everything he could before hearing the firmlair voice and his smile igniating like a forest fire.
"! Eros ! i didnt know you'd be at this endeavor . heh- im suppose to be the enteritainment. I'm not sure what kind of ? uhh- trade was made for it all but here i am till its over. "
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" yeah, this is my mom's party, after all. "
{💘} a soft chuckle. he sat right next to the nest, his large wings spread out.
" you want some food or something? i can smuggle some here. "
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His eyes lit up some how even more as if that fire of eaherness had made itself from the forest to a nearby wood city , burning warmly against the speckled stars of the night.
Food!
Yes he would happily stuff his face with any matter that one could deem edible. Like some famish stray cat willing to approach a stranger for milk.
"Id say ypur a life saver but im passed that"
he chuckles at his own morbid semse of humour before giving an excitable nod.
"I would love something to eat"
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" no problem, I'll go grab some stuff. "
{💘} he walked up to where the food was being kept. he casually .. filled an entire plate with as much food as he could fit without it all falling over. he snuck around, going over to Orpheus once again, now with enough food to feed a small family.
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He cpuld feel phantom.stpmach grumbling at the sight of so much food, his hands dont even give him the chance to pick they grab greedily at anything they could and shovelled the mixed mass into his mouth as if this were a meal on death row.
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i sobbed after finding this this morning
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(no prob man
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