#ΣΩΦ➣『 kingdoms fall; empires crumble; and in their wake only dust and ruins remain 』( IC )

[oddyssea]

He’s not saying anything, he’s just wiggling his eyebrows

[oddyssea]

@aphroditetms––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“I PURPOSEFULLY chose to live in the woods to AVOID Olympus politics.”

HE’D BEEN reading the morning print since he wasn’t much in the way of GOING out and getting to the grind stone immediately. THE SUN was still out and the day was still young he had plenty of time to do EVERYTHING he needed to do before he was to be expected to HANDLE his daily duties. EYES rise up from behind the paper almost CALCULATING as he speaks again, this time more firm.

“And what exactly is it that warrants this visit I might ask?”

[oddyssea]

@triumviratxm

HE’S SEATED on his front porch, the moon hanging high above the midnight that washed over the land. He’d always fancied this time of night, it was when he felt MOST alive. He draws in a deep breath, the essence of the evening moon almost electrically charging his bones as he rises to his feet, EYES seeming to scan the area before he exhales heavily, finding a PEACEFUL refrain before he rests hands on the railing before him.

“You know, it’s impolite to approach a GOD’S domain without first announcing yourself.”

HE’S got to maintain his firmness of tone when he speaks, eyes scanning the dark night around him. HE’S SO INVIGORATED. Being a god of the hunt who drew power from the moon was unlike any other sensation in the world.

[oddyssea]

triumviratxm replied to your post: ‘ your favorite cartoon is on. ‘ (from Andrew, and...

“Next time you can tell'em criminals to work on daytime, so you can have your 9-5 schedule, how’s that?”

“Y’got WAX in yer ears cuz m’pretty sure I jus’ said that I CAN’ go out durin’ th’day since y’know–––I happen t’look like a fuckin’ ghost...case y’hadn’t noticed. Maybe ‘f ya spent less time bein’ a bitch we wouldn’ have misunderstandin’s like this.”

[oddyssea]

@chaosblossomed–––––––LOCAL GREEK MAN ORALLY RECOUNTS GREEK EPIC STARTER ( accepting ! )

“Cassandra’s story varies from person t’person...but the truth is rather simple––”

He glances up from the book for a moment. HE’D BEEN asked to share a story for whatever reason ( he HID in the back and he assumed most people didn’t CARE what a serpent had to say anyways ).

“Apollo fell in love with her and in his infatuation granted her the gift of prophecy, but because she denied him, he then cursed her, making it so no one would EVER believe her words...”

[oddyssea]

@southsidelover

He’s not sure what possessed him to do it, but he’s perched idly, THE MINDLESS action of his hands only perfected by the cigarette that rests between his lips as he leans back, careful not to tug too hard as he attempts to brain her hair. He’s not sure why, but it’s oddly calming to him, the ROSE colored hair so familiar to him now for a second before he’s snapped out of it by something that she says, and before he continues he shakes his head.

“Eh? Wazzat?”

HE’S still trapped in his own little world, half paying attention to everything around him. He figures she’d probably asked him what he was doing so he goes off that assumption and replies candidly.

“Figured might be easier fer ya ‘f yer hair’s braided. Don’ it help keep y’cool like when girls put their hair up in ponytails er somethin’?”

He wouldn’t know, he never really asked about that stuff, he had only what he’d heard in passing from Claire & Jane, but even then those moments were short lived when each respective woman chastised him for his crass behavior.

[oddyssea]

@atnemnt

“Oh for–––”

HE CROUCHES down studying the dead body she’d brought into the center of the open forest floor. He’d taken her out to teach her some BASICS on defending herself ( though he doubts she’ll use them, SHE’S not leaving his sight now that he’s found her ), and now here she was, HAVING killed some random raccoon that she seemed to have come across.

“What th’shit–––where th’fuck didja even find this damn thing? An’ what’d I tell ya ‘bout wanderin’ off?”

[oddyssea]

@artifexed [ HEAT HAZE ]

“You did what?”

EYES WIDEN, as a hand falls over his own features, trying his best not to lose his mind with what he’d just heard. JOEY had a habit of doing that to him but he was slowly but surely getting more aware of how to properly conduct himself, granted it never took away the shock value.

“Yeah, I CAN hear your thoughts remember? Now fess up.”

[oddyssea]

“If John Constantine tries t’perform one more fuckin’ exorcism on me I swear t’fuckin’ god m’gonna poof him t’the nearest buildin’ and THROW ‘im off it.”

[oddyssea]

Rank john's kids for how much you like them

“I love them all EQUALLY, and will do no such thing. Like MOST people, each one has their strengths and weaknesses but at the end of the day they are still CHILDREN and I still care for each and every one of them deeply. I would die protecting ANY of them if it meant keeping them safe & sound from people in this world who seem to think threatening the lives of CHILDREN was acceptable.”

ft. @ocisor / @atnemnt / @baptiscd / @sanctuseed

[oddyssea]

actinghero replied to your post: i'm a star son and i see you got some raw talent...

monsters exist bucko and they’re what brings in the money !! trust me kid i know what sells an its two things , sex and gore and us ? we can scare up an abundance of both'a that

Are you really like this or is this a character bc I can’t tell. Also I can smell the hairspray from here, pls don’t get near any open flames

[oddyssea]

❛ you really don’t want to dual me. ❜ from link :/ let him be cocky abt his sword skills thx (he has a fcnd verse fyi)

“I’VE dueled plenty––––I DOUBT one more will bother me all that much given the things I’ve seen & done.”

BY NOW challenges to his skill DID little. He wasn’t the FIERY type anyway. In his prime he was far more spry and ready to challenge anyone who’d dare step to him, but these days it’s easier to just let the FIERY youth have their cocky threats. He’s an OLDER MAN. A seasoned warrior. Battle worn and broken of heart, there’s not much spirit left to BURN given the circumstances. He’d far prefer the life he’s leading now given the circumstances. 

He furrows his brow, SIGHING heavily before running a hand across his own features, DRAWING in a quiet breath before nodding idly. Admittedly he figures he’s GOT a fair point. Karter DID indeed not want to duel him, but he would if he HAD TO.

“Boy, allow me to enlighten you upon THE HISTORY of the place you inhabit. In my prime I was a DEADLY warrior. I served a MAN who many hated as his HAND. His WILL. He wanted people dead, and I PASSED that sentence. I was charged with protecting him and THOSE who came from his line. TO THIS DAY my children thrive in this new world. So yes, I PERHAPS might not wish to duel you, but that feeling is INDEFINITELY mutual if you’re wise enough to recognize the value of EXPERIENCE of youth.”

@survivedempathy

[oddyssea]

@chokethelight

“Y’might be rich–––but yer still a grade ‘A’ bitch.”

[oddyssea]

karter lift me and spin me around , Paul won't

“Alright–––just this once.”

His hands outstretch and catch John by the waist as he hoists him up, keeping his momentum and twirling him about for a second. A SMALL ( admittedly amused ) smile coming to his features as he does so.

As ironic as it sounded, there was a certain familiarity in this moment that he had seen on OLD movies ages ago. Before he’d come to Hope County. Once the full twirl is complete, he sets John back down on his feet, a small grin on his features as he pats off his vest and straightens it out with a nod.

“There. Perfect. There’s no better person to lift and spin.”

@sanctemony

[oddyssea]

@xwolfbonds–––––NEW INTERACTIONS STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

EYES STALK through the dark trees, THE EVENING washing over him–––filling him with strength as he perches on his porch, underneath the comfortable light before glancing up at the milky moon, A DEEP BREATH drawn in and exhaled before he rises to his feet, DRINK still in hand as he stares intently out into the depths of the forest.

STORIES of madness from such actions were told across the lands, but he was a GOD. No such ailment could chain him down. He was free of such mortal things and after a moment THE KEEN SENSES he bears from this newfound power PEAK, twitching ever so slightly, HONING in on the rustle of leaves and the minute breaking of branches and before he does anything else, he takes a sip of his COCOA and then speaks, voice project and CLEAR for no mistaking of message.

“I would recommend against trying to STALK me. I am the god of the hunt. There is no such thing as SNEAKING up on me. State your business before I have you hung up by your ANKLES for the PREDATORS to feed upon.”

[oddyssea]

@highkingblood–––––NEW INTERACTIONS STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

THE GRIM expression on his features is one that he’d worn many times before. He should be used to it by now but it seems even in the ever changing world, one thing remains, and that’s that DISAPPOINTMENT cannot be killed or destroyed. There is only that which remains left to weep over. HE’S ACCEPTED that fact, but it doesn’t change his frustrations on the matter.

“Bold choice. I certainly hope it doesn’t get you killed.”

His tone doesn’t match his words however flatness of sound and frustration are evident in his turn of phrase as he wears a bored expression.