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May 29, 2016 19:18:07 GMT
Post by APHRODITE on May 29, 2016 19:18:07 GMT
The man at the front desk had dropped his coffee and sighed softly when he laid eyes on Aphrodite's face, but after probing her cheeks and under-eyes for three minutes in the mirror, Aphrodite quietly concludes that she should've gotten more sleep last night. Regardless of what the man saw in her, this was absolutely not her best look. Mortals are not good judges of beauty or character.
The Initiative had sent a makeup and hair artist, and Aphrodite had seen one in the hallway, but they must've been too intimidated (or afraid) to walk in. Aphrodite settles herself on a chair after flipping on the lights.
She slips off her clothing piece by piece, unaware that she is not the only person in the room (she wouldn't really care if people saw anyway), and starts to inspect clothes on a nearby rack. It's only then that she notices someone else is present.
"Oh. I apologize," she says nonchalantly. [attr="class","falling_off"] artemis | [attr="class","fingernails"] [attr="class","blood_on_your_knees"]  [attr="class","art_aangels"] i conjure up something, but it's just a faint taste in my mouth |
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May 30, 2016 14:28:25 GMT
Post by artemis on May 30, 2016 14:28:25 GMT
The only reason that Artemis looks fashionable is because someone else did her makeup. And the clothes that she's wearing aren't hers, they belong to the studio. She lowers her issue of FIREARMS WORLD magazine and speaks in her usual monotone:
"You're excused." If she didn't mean to be rude, then it was hard to tell.
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May 30, 2016 17:09:18 GMT
Post by APHRODITE on May 30, 2016 17:09:18 GMT
Aphrodite runs her fingers along the seam of an elegant silvery gown. She carefully removes it from the hanger, and then, taking her time, steps in and hikes it up. She approaches Artemis.
"Can you zip me up?" Aphrodite asks plainly, over her shoulder. She notices the magazine Artemis seems to be lost in. "What's that about?" [attr="class","falling_off"] artemis | [attr="class","fingernails"] [attr="class","blood_on_your_knees"] [attr="class","art_aangels"] i conjure up something, but it's just a faint taste in my mouth |
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May 30, 2016 17:22:25 GMT
Post by artemis on May 30, 2016 17:22:25 GMT
Artemis considers it. Then she stands up and pulls up the zipper with one hand. Sisterhood is worth at least that much, she supposes.
She's read enough of the magazine to fully explain the different casings that the editors are reviewing. Artemis doubts that Aphrodite cares. This sister of hers is particular about appearances. Artemis supposes that the Olympians are all allowed their vices.
"New shotgun pellets are going on the market." Artemis purses her lips. "Resold under different names, but it gives the amateurs some hope."
APHRODITE | let us reward our female offspring |
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May 30, 2016 23:01:24 GMT
Post by APHRODITE on May 30, 2016 23:01:24 GMT
Aphrodite straightens and tugs on her dress here and there and inspects in carefully in the mirror. It wasn't her favorite. She tapped a finger on her lips and glanced at Artemis.
"I'm not versed when it comes to this firearm thing, but one thing I can say-" she pushes a strand of hair out of her face, "Earth has certainly progressed quickly in that department." Aphrodite thinks about it for a moment, and then adds nervously: "What can they even do? You ever been hit?"
But without allowing Artemis any time to answer, Aphrodite's eyes open wide and she looks from herself in the mirror to Artemis and back again. "You may not want to change, but this color would look very good on you." she raises her eyebrows and flashes a dazzling smile.
Aphrodite struggles to get the dress unzipped, but it eventually happens, and it falls to her ankles. She goes back to the rack. [attr="class","falling_off"] artemis | [attr="class","fingernails"] [attr="class","blood_on_your_knees"] [attr="class","art_aangels"] i conjure up something, but it's just a faint taste in my mouth |
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May 31, 2016 14:07:03 GMT
Post by artemis on May 31, 2016 14:07:03 GMT
She didn't like the way that Aphrodite talked about Earth, especially when she sounds like she's been on Olympus for so long. It reminded Artemis of her occasional conversations with her father. As if his daughter would be frozen in stasis simply because he ceased to observe her. An arrogance that Artemis did not appreciate.
"Sometimes." Artemis shrugs. Why bother dodging metal slugs when they didn't scratch her body at all? She didn't see the point. Neither did she see the need to dodge the wind whenever it blew on her face.
"Would it look good on me?" Artemis folds over her magazine lazily. "Or is it simply a color that you want to see on me?" She is not fool enough to expect altruism from the Olympians.
APHRODITE | let us reward our female offspring |
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Post by APHRODITE on Jun 1, 2016 6:43:22 GMT
'Sometimes,' is quite a vague answer to Aphrodite, and she thinks about it for a long minute. She has done sufficient enough thinking on what it would feel like to be mortal in her 10,000 years, but every once in a while she can't help but wonder what dying itself felt like. Or what she would look like if her cells deteriorated as quickly as human cells did. Aphrodite shudders at the thought.
Aphrodite's phone chimes with multiple messages, but she ignores them. "What I mean is- I'd like to see on you, precisely because I think the color would look good on you." She laughs softly. "What else would I mean? I'm not Hera," she says, continuing to chuckle."
Once upon a time, Hera and Aphrodite's ability to create family drama would have been measured as equal, but Aphrodite has since grown out of such things. [attr="class","falling_off"] artemis | [attr="class","fingernails"] [attr="class","blood_on_your_knees"] [attr="class","art_aangels"] i conjure up something, but it's just a faint taste in my mouth |
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Post by artemis on Jun 1, 2016 15:35:41 GMT
"I already know that you are not Hera." Artemis says it in a tone that made her words sound like an insult to most people. "Hera is a woman to be feared. You are not."
Indeed, men and women would welcome Aphrodite to their homes. They would allow fair Venus a place in their affairs, even if it would bring ruin upon their house. Men would burn animals upon the pyre to sate the wrath of Olympians such as Hera and Artemis. Yet they would give up their dignity for Aphrodite's favor.
Artemis looks into her violet eyes and remembers that they are the reason why men cannot be trusted.
APHRODITE | let us reward our female offspring |
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Post by APHRODITE on Jun 2, 2016 1:45:45 GMT
There is a moment of silence. Aphrodite, still only in her undergarments, leans against the dressing table and rummages through her bag.
"You do not fear me?" She says, smug, as she finds the right shade of lipstick. "I thought you knew better." Aphrodite raises the tube to her lips and gently applies.
She doesn't blame Artemis for her lack of knowledge. She is the virgin goddess, after all, and it might be difficult for someone such as her to understand the complexities of intimate relations. Aphrodite is a firm believer that everything about human nature boiled down to sex- and she sees nothing wrong with that at all.
"Artemis, you are known for your capabilities with a bow, yes?" Aphrodite says quietly, and looks at Artemis. "Artemis- slayer of men," she declares, almost under her breath. "I am known for slaying men too- just in a different sense." she says simply, as though it was obvious. Aphrodite exhales, still looking at Artemis, but then goes back to her makeup. [attr="class","falling_off"] artemis | [attr="class","fingernails"] [attr="class","blood_on_your_knees"] [attr="class","art_aangels"] i conjure up something, but it's just a faint taste in my mouth |
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Post by artemis on Jun 2, 2016 12:46:31 GMT
Artemis smiles like a wolf.
"Of course not, for you are afraid of me."
Even if Aphrodite should make a fool out of her, Artemis will be sure to repay her vengeance tenfold. Her chastity is her only treasure; she's had men torn apart for spying on her bath. Aphrodite's imagination ought to supplement what should happen if she decided to compromise her sister's virtue.
"You turn men into animals." She shrugs. "What does a hunter have to fear from housepets?"
APHRODITE | let us reward our female offspring |
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Post by APHRODITE on Jun 5, 2016 15:35:49 GMT
Aphrodite runs a hand through her hair, tousles it, and smiles back at Artemis.
"I fear for mortals who face you in combat, but Artemis," she sighs, "I have no reason to be afraid of you. You have spent thousands of years on Earth hunting, and yet you never realized that the biggest game was on Olympus all along."
Aphrodite puts on another gown, this time it is slinky and black. She zips it herself.
"Animals?" she laughs. "On the contrary. Everyone has carnal desire. To breed, to hunt, to defend one's territory- it's all natural, Artemis, and to deprive yourself of such things...that makes you the beast."
"However, your chastity, although impractical, is still something to be celebrated. Congratulations on 100 centuries of celibacy: couldn't stop, even if you wanted to." She picks up her bag. [attr="class","falling_off"] artemis | [attr="class","fingernails"] [attr="class","blood_on_your_knees"] [attr="class","art_aangels"] i conjure up something, but it's just a faint taste in my mouth |
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Post by artemis on Jun 5, 2016 15:40:40 GMT
Artemis will have to disagree. There is no greater pleasure in the world than to watch a man beg for his life. She doesn't really care much for the opinions of those who think otherwise.
"I never claimed not to be." And then she sits down, returning to her magazine.
APHRODITE | let us reward our female offspring |
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Post by APHRODITE on Jun 11, 2016 0:26:56 GMT
If Artemis thinks that she is the only goddess who makes men beg, then she's quite wrong.
"Good," says Aphrodite, giving herself a final look in the mirror before slipping on her shoes and starting out the door.
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