The Barbarian Banquet.

[ares_dot_com]

*fastening the laces to his leathers as the unwieldy door is fused to the wall with a gentle click. Shakes off an evening of debauched conversations and heavy ingesting of various substances. The pining twist of his raven brows devises and almost callow illusion of sorrow at his guest's departure, but it lingers only a moment as his obligations

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What, again?

[hercules_dotcom]

His eyes follow Hebe morosely. Why are these things always his fault? It's not like he starts them! Well, not usually, anyway.

It takes a moment for the meaning of Seth's words to percolate through his preoccupation, and his head abruptly turns to look at the chaos god. "What? Coming along where?"

He blinks at Seth, confused.

family bond..age

[hebe_dot_com]

Hebe holds Ruina carefully, looking a bit surprised to see wings. Wings?!!

"Seth, bottles ? Toys ? Baby bag ?"

She turns and catches one of Herc's arms, tugging him down for a not so quick kiss. "And I'll show you my room later."

She tiptoes up to whisper "Go, you'll have fun. And if he acts up too much... I'll leave ambrosia here for when he gets back."

She glances back, waiting on Seth's final instructions and nods to Isis, still not sure what the other goddess' relationship is to her brother, but it must be new if she's not yet accustomed to his moods and mannerisms.

Her eyes catch Ares' for a moment and then she looks away.

Re: family bond..age

[isis_dot_com]

::with an inward directed growl, she avoided the War God, well aware it was "just Ares", but still displeased over the whole swordfight incident. She turned to her brother, a hand sliding over his scalp to put out the flames. She leaned in, murmuring something about him being next on her list, then nipped his ear sharply, disappearing with a flash::

Re: family bond..age

[seth_dot_com]

*wrinkles his nose at Isis' words and shakes his head to clear it, he turns to Hebe and hands her a bag that has been hanging from his shoulder*

Um. Bottles, there are two fresh bottles in the bag, her current favorite toy is that cobra, however, there's rattle in there too, though i should warn you, it's not a rattle, it's a baby sized mace, but it's baby-sized, so it shouldn't do too much damage. Her Edward Gorey book is in there for bedtime, and a ton of extra diapers. Oh, and for the bottles, make them room temp for her, if it gets too hot, it'll curdle, and if it's too cold, it tastes dead.

*he turns to ares, remembering his hair fire and punches him in the chest, not so friendly this time, and looks back to Hebe*

She should be plenty occupied for a while if you show her the horses. Other than that, keep her happy, don't piss her off. She should be alright.

*he looks at Ruina, reluctant to leave her, this being the first time*

I'll be ok too.

[apollo_dot_com]

Well it's about bloody time You showed Yer face here again and got with th'posting! Especially after badgering Me about it!

Oh, and I think I left My oil bottle at Your place the other night... could You check?

[ares_dot_com]

Mn, hypocracy is allowed from me. You should get comfortable with it.
And your -car- fetish fascinates me.

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[apollo_dot_com]

Oh yeah. You know me. Fast cars, powerful roaring motors... especially stick shifts.

[ares_dot_com]

The imagery of you behind anything other than a motorized ice cream stand is outright laughable, Apollo. And I meant that in an entirely congenial manner, naturally.