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voidtreckerexpress2020-04-13 06:48 pm
springforth) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-04-13 06:48 pm
Greening up the Greenhouse
Who: Persephone (Open)
Where: Greenhouse mostly
When: Month Egret. Day 21
What: Perse has a bad morning and decides to be productive to make herself feel better
Warnings: None so far
OOC: Feel free to reply to any part of this, in the cabin or before she starts planting
She's spent longer on this train now than she'd been in Olympus. It doesn't really feel possible that it all happened in such a short time. It feels even less possible that she could be here months. Years? She stays curled up in her bunk that morning, staring at the wall. Crying maybe. A little. She's already had her birthday on here. What more is she missing at home? Nothing, because time doesn't move there like everyone said, or has Artemis been looking for her desperately. Would she have told her mom? Would Hades notice if she stoppped showing up to the internship?
Generally speaking, it's a bad morning. She drifts to a late breakfast and finally ends up in the greenhouse. There's a long moment where she wants to tear it all down. Her fists clench at the sight of her inane roses, her eyes fill red at the reminder that the greenhouse came with her arrival. She wants to break the walls, tear down the roses, claw up the burgeoning growth, destroy the smells and sights that remind her of her home, of her dreams. But she takes a deep breath. Hands relax, her eyes clear. Put into work. Wrath isn't helping anyone.
She sifts through the seeds, picking out ones for vegetables and fruits, leaving the ones for more decorative things to the side. Plenty of people have used this place for flowers. Herself included. Carefully, she trails one set of seeds in a thin line along the edge of a raised bed and covered them with soil. With a hand to the soil, she takes a deep breath and with a soft pink glow, plants curl up and out, unwinding leaves and blossoming. It continues until the blossoms fall and red strawberries hang fat and glistening. She picks one and holds it in her teeth as she stands to start the process all over.
Where: Greenhouse mostly
When: Month Egret. Day 21
What: Perse has a bad morning and decides to be productive to make herself feel better
Warnings: None so far
OOC: Feel free to reply to any part of this, in the cabin or before she starts planting
She's spent longer on this train now than she'd been in Olympus. It doesn't really feel possible that it all happened in such a short time. It feels even less possible that she could be here months. Years? She stays curled up in her bunk that morning, staring at the wall. Crying maybe. A little. She's already had her birthday on here. What more is she missing at home? Nothing, because time doesn't move there like everyone said, or has Artemis been looking for her desperately. Would she have told her mom? Would Hades notice if she stoppped showing up to the internship?
Generally speaking, it's a bad morning. She drifts to a late breakfast and finally ends up in the greenhouse. There's a long moment where she wants to tear it all down. Her fists clench at the sight of her inane roses, her eyes fill red at the reminder that the greenhouse came with her arrival. She wants to break the walls, tear down the roses, claw up the burgeoning growth, destroy the smells and sights that remind her of her home, of her dreams. But she takes a deep breath. Hands relax, her eyes clear. Put into work. Wrath isn't helping anyone.
She sifts through the seeds, picking out ones for vegetables and fruits, leaving the ones for more decorative things to the side. Plenty of people have used this place for flowers. Herself included. Carefully, she trails one set of seeds in a thin line along the edge of a raised bed and covered them with soil. With a hand to the soil, she takes a deep breath and with a soft pink glow, plants curl up and out, unwinding leaves and blossoming. It continues until the blossoms fall and red strawberries hang fat and glistening. She picks one and holds it in her teeth as she stands to start the process all over.
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With a twist of her hand, a rose bush bursts from the ground at his minions feet, curling up, over, and around him. The rose petals precisely match his cover.
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"I miss my Netherworld, and its sensible zones of different climate wedged together in a bizarre patchwork."
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She's leaving him to stew in his rose prison for a while. Time to conjure up some herbs.
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She pokes a finger into the dirt and ponders. Then pulls back to show off a few quickly growing bunches of parsley. They sway as she stops, still moving with the sudden weight and effort of new growth.
"Even in the mortal world. We have an Underworld, where mortal go when they die."
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"Oh, there's one SOMEWHERE in your universe. Universes are pretty big things after all. I'm not surprised Seedle's got his fingers in your place, though."
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She pulls back quickly enough that nothing goes to flower yet, but there's a few buds forming. It'll go to seed in a few weeks.
"Who's Seedle?"
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Defensive Persephone is defensive. She sits back on her heels and gives him a Look.
"Some things are not universal, y'know."
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Zetta considered that for a moment, then metaphorically shrugged it off. "Well, I've seen weirder. More points to you guys if someone's in charge of your dead that isn't also aspiring to be Overlord Turd of Jerk Mountain."
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Persephone looks over at him and waves her hand to part the rose bush and free him.
"He's a good king. And a bit of a dork. Jerk, he is not."
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"I'm guessing he didn't get the position by kicking so much ass they made him the boss, either."
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She shrugs, "But that was a long time ago. So I don't really know any of the details. I'm only 19--20 now. And that happened thousands of years ago." She frowns. "Wish I knew."
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"Knowing things is overrated. It just complicates everything."
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She abruptly changes the subject, her voice lilting in forced cheer.
"So how old are you? Are Overlords also immortal? Or at least long-lived? Not that I know how long a mortal lives but it can't be that long. They seem to be in such a hurry all the time."
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She's a little taken aback. Who knew the worlds could be so old. The Titans, who knew how old they were. But the gods were rarely more than two thousand.
"Do you stop aging? I assume you must at some point. I doubt you're a wizened old man in your proper form."
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It's a little weird for gods sometime, but people usually had some vague idea of the ages of other gods. And after some point, it stopped mattering.
"None of us are as old as you Overlords. I guess the world is younger."
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Zetta was about to make a perverted comment about her looking 19 forever... but, by some miracle, he actually thought about that for a moment, in the context of what she'd said. Did that mean she'd always be looked at as a kid? Demon society understood how little looks meant in terms of power, but did hers? Hmm. That might suck for her.
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