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voidtreckerexpress2021-03-04 07:29 pm
controlsthedie) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2021-03-04 07:29 pm
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Who: Thanatos & OTA
Where: sleeper/passenger car hallways, greenhouse, training gym
When: Kazoo, Day 2 or 3 (after Jack's "Musical" Mayhem, before dance)
What: Death is being a dork: chores, flower growing, sword practice
Warnings: none
Thanatos may not have paid much attention to Dusa while she worked (or at all really...), but he knows that she was always up high dusting the rafters. Sorry if he startles anyone going through a door to see legs dangling down. He's dusting the top of the door frame. ]
They sprouted… they actually sprouted....
[ Thanatos speaks softly as if he fears being too loud would bring destruction upon them. Green. Growth. Life. He thought they would never sprout. They would never grow. Yet, here they were. Poppies, his and Hypnos's shared symbol, growing in this pot. Nurtured by Death of all people. ]
What do you think, Mort? Do they need more water?
Gods, if Thanatos froze like that while Zagreus needed his help.... No. That's not going to happen. He's going to make sure that he can still fight, still protect… well, more than just Zagreus. It's still strange to think that he's developing a new role for himself on this train.
He summons his sword, not his scythe, and sets his feet upon the ground. Thanatos starts with a few basic motions when he notices he has company. ]
Pardon me. I'm not taking too much space, am I?
Where: sleeper/passenger car hallways, greenhouse, training gym
When: Kazoo, Day 2 or 3 (after Jack's "Musical" Mayhem, before dance)
What: Death is being a dork: chores, flower growing, sword practice
Warnings: none
Chores: Death approaches the dust
[ A new month means a new type of chore assignment, apparently. At least this one doesn't need someone coaching Thanatos on what to do. He takes to the passenger area first, dressed in the train's standard blue hoodie and cargo pants to keep his own stuff clean. (Zagreus wanted to wear red not blue, so Thanatos just gave him the spare red hoodie he had.) Floating towards the ceiling with a feather duster in his hand, Thanatos gets to work.Thanatos may not have paid much attention to Dusa while she worked (or at all really...), but he knows that she was always up high dusting the rafters. Sorry if he startles anyone going through a door to see legs dangling down. He's dusting the top of the door frame. ]
Greenhouse: Thanatos's Poppy Pot has sprouted!
[ Done with chores for the time being, Thanatos has returned to his usual way of dressing (chthonic death god style) and is crouched low to the floor. Mort is perched at the edge of a pot. They stare at nine tiny points of green pushing out of the soil. Thanatos is smiling, awestruck. (An expression that wasn't as rare when he was a godling days ago.) ]They sprouted… they actually sprouted....
[ Thanatos speaks softly as if he fears being too loud would bring destruction upon them. Green. Growth. Life. He thought they would never sprout. They would never grow. Yet, here they were. Poppies, his and Hypnos's shared symbol, growing in this pot. Nurtured by Death of all people. ]
What do you think, Mort? Do they need more water?
Training gym: Trying not to float like a butterfly
[ There should be a mission coming up soon, and Thanatos is determined not to have a repeat of the last time. He had lost his powers, his divinity, and had become useless. He would have been a liability if other passengers hadn't come to his aid.Gods, if Thanatos froze like that while Zagreus needed his help.... No. That's not going to happen. He's going to make sure that he can still fight, still protect… well, more than just Zagreus. It's still strange to think that he's developing a new role for himself on this train.
He summons his sword, not his scythe, and sets his feet upon the ground. Thanatos starts with a few basic motions when he notices he has company. ]
Pardon me. I'm not taking too much space, am I?
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That would be a fitting way to describe it. I'm part of upper management. My brother's similar to an independent contractor.
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[Because there are enough gods and such from different religions to make him truly believe.]
Shows me a thing or two to think. So y'all got followers or do you just play it low-key?
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Other gods have their followers and temples. Most worship and give offerings to them. Death... not so much. Unless it's to ask me to stay away, but I'm not the one who chooses when people die.
[ Which just means even more that it's pointless for mortals to give him any kind of honors. ]
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[He takes a few steps back and uses the arrow again, timing himself mentally to see how tight he can make the turns, how quick he can rip through each target. He catches the arrow beside of his head again.]
Y'all ever get in arguments with other people's gods or is it just you where you come from?
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No, we don't tend to interact with other people's gods as you put it. Godly affairs are usually among ourselves.
[ He's not saying they cause their own problems and argue amongst themselves, but he's leaving it plenty open for that interpretation. ]
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Yeah, I get that. Sometimes you gotta worry about your own dramatics before you can mess with some other fellas.
And I figure the bigger you live, the more comes out of a bad situation for y'all.
[And gods would live big. It's hard to imagine what sort of problems Death comes across.]
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I focus on my duty for the most part. The mortals continue to die regardless of what goes on, and they still need to be guided to the Underworld.
[ Which has actually been turned upside-down with its Prince trying to escape it against Lord Hades's wishes. ]