#mpxsekhmet;

[alicemp]

❛ experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. ❜

Alice nodded her agreement to the goddess said as they continued crossed the museum's hallway to another display room.

"I just wish experience could be a little less brutal for some. Not all are built with the capability to learn without being traumatized by what they've gone through, you know."

She commented, finding it relaxing to hold a conversation with Sekhmet now that she knew the goddess knew who she used to be, and still accepted it. Or maybe that was the war-like streak inside her that recognized a distant bond with the Sekhmet's divinity. Either way, she learned to enjoy the goddess' company.

[mpx-susanoo]

☈ 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕒𝕝𝕒 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 ☈

Susanoo is attending the Mount Phoenix's blacktie event without a black tie. In the spirit of a summer gala, the shirt is forgone, as he allows soft black silk to freely draped his figure, secured loosely by a dainty leather belt. Standing out on the open skin of his chest are a well-crafted layered necklace made of black opals and amber stones, and around his index finger is a gold, diamond and emerald ring. Those are among the few interesting pieces the god's found in his dear brother's jewerly store. He will be in the company of Sekhmet @mpxsekhmet, a goddess he's surprisingly yet not surprisingly hold in high regard. For the sake of the fun, he will be trying not to cause ruckus by keeping the number of drinks low and not getting on the nerves of those who sees him as trouble. The rest? He will let the night decide.

[lioxmp]

He was back again on his two feet like a true son of Sekhmet, albeit the trembling that still plagued his knees, and she nodded slightly to a start that was at least not miserable and beyond hope.

“That’s very humble and self-reflective of you,” she snapped back, yet her tone suggested that the answer he gave was satisfactory. It was indeed his humanity that deemed him weaker than she wanted. If she could, she would put him right where she was together with him. But this wasn’t something she could, or would’ve wanted to achieve with a snap of her fingers. To her, this was also a challenge, a quest for the very best.

“Fight me, then,” she decided, fists already clenched to prepare herself in combat mode. With having seen so little of what he could truly do, this was perhaps a way for her to get to know her son a little more. A way of bonding for them.

Lio did not realize he was holding his breath, until his godly mother’s response allowed air to rush into his lungs. 

It was suffocating, in a good way, to stand in front of Sekhmet. Lio still found it somewhat bizarre in recognition that this majestic goddess was indeed his mother, that he was a son of such a powerful, invincible god. 

The human instinct his father left in him wished to put her on pedestal, while his strain of divinity begged to step up and stand right next to her. So, when Sekhmet offered him a chance to engage in a fight with her, Lio’s core shook in exhilaration. He learned a lot during those intense, bloody duels with Ares, in some which he managed to wound the Greek god. However, nothing could compare to bonding and receiving instructions from his own divine creator. 

Lio had already clenched his fists, registering that this would be a bare-handed battle. Feline-like eyes fixed on the almighty form of his mother, he took a step back, then lunged at the goddess in full speed, aiming to tackle her down to the ground.

ambushed

[mpxhephaestus]

❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜

"Yes I did, but no worries, I'll pretend like that never happened! Normally, I'd hold that as a petty blackmail if you were a fellow Greek, but you aren't, so I'll drop it. My respect goes to all other pantheons across the board, and stops right at the Greeks with some exceptions," Hephaestus replied, extending a hand laughing. "It's a delight to officially meet you, Sekhmet. I've heard a lot, but all good things, I promise," the Greek states, with a laugh, quite amused.

He leaned on the wall of his store with a happy grin. "What brings you in here?" he asked, laughing.

[mpxmalea]

Broken Things ⛤ Sekhmet

Carrying on from this moment together with @mpxsekhmet

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  Malea laughs a bit as she peers over Sekhmet’s shoulder and sees the ad there. Glossy and big it displays the smiling face of some celebrity from the world beyond the bridge and is effective at making her think about switching toothpaste brands for all of a second there.

   She shakes her head and moves around the seat to take one near the goddess. They’re relaxed and Malea is mostly people watching today, having decided to invite the goddess along with her after another meeting between them transpired and she decided that though she was rough around the edges, she likes her.

   “No,” she answers. “Not every smile hides a broken heart. I suspect hers is just fine. The people I mean are more so���”

    She thinks for a moment about it, finding the words and then thinking on how to say them in Korean, “Well, they’re the type of people who seem to never really stop doing things for others. The type that overextends themselves again and again and again, all while pretending they’re fine.”

[hunterxmp]

Your Type (is Coffee) [pt.2/reformat]

Because tumblr is being an ass. Continued from here with @mpxsekhmet

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She booms in sound and while others around them turn their heads to look, Hunter simply lifts his cup to his lips again to drink calmly. As though none of her outbursts will ever phase him in the slightest because, with time, they truly won’t. He likes her just the way she is and is adjusting with all the good Southern grace he was raised with. She declares again that she will ban the action around her and Hunter once again nods in affirmation even though he knows for certain fact that there will always be someone, somewhere getting blitz-drunk in the evenings in the city. If not her and her friends, then at the very least some younger demigod and their friends.

    The goddess narrows her eyes at him and doesn’t so much as ask as she states that he doesn’t believe her. It’s a dangerous game to play being around deities because for all the cautionary tales they present to those younger than them, it’s still entirely up to those demigods and humans to either learn from them, or be foiled in the same ways they had been before. Hunter knows only to be honest to those older than him when asked a direct question and so, he is.

      “No ma’am I do not. At least not forever. I think you will ban it for a while, but I also think you’ll lift that ban yourself after indulging in a moment of chaos or chaotic happiness, and there ain’t nothing wrong with that either,” he says to her. “You’ve dealt with a lot being among people ‘round here. Who are we to judge how you unwind?”

[alicemp]

Sekhmet sat straight, watching as Alice deflated in defeat, her stance expectant and anticipating. Perhaps she might seem like she demanded an explanation for why Alice lied, but really, she just wanted to know what had happened. The most bizarre, messy, clueless monologue unfolded before her, and even when questions were thrown at her and it was her turn to give her side of the story, it still took her a while to load everything in her head. “So… you lost all memory and you don’t know how it happened,” her hand waved in gesture in disbelief. “And I don’t even look remotely familiar to you?” Endless nights of confiding the deepest, darkest secrets to someone you find comfortable, only for all to be wiped away but those unspeakable truths remaining to someone else’s disposal, was a truly horrific thing. “We’d… talk,” she began, not really knowing where to start. “And… you know, you’d tell me things about your celebrity life. Oh— that, you know about that, right?” Stopping in her tracks to confirm this key information, her brows furrowed in worry, expressing concern and care she barely knew she had. “Please tell me you do.”

It was a mess, Alice was fully aware of that, the moment her mouth opened for the truth to come out. If she weren’t the one who was experiencing it herself, she would find her explanation extremely absurd. And she desperately wanted it to be just a cruel joke, not a reality she had yet fully accepted. 

“Yes, that’s right. Though I met Lupin, and he said I disappeared right on the day we broke up, during our vacation in Jeju, while he fought off a monster, and that’s all I’ve got so far,” Alice added, her voice sounding like it was on the verge of breaking. “And yes, I tried, but I really can’t remember who you are.” It took courage to look Sekhmet in the eyes now, as questions started to swamp Alice’s mind and worry began to rise. How did she know Sekhmet? Did she know she was a goddess? How was their relationship? Did the goddess know something about her that she was not supposed to know? 

Of course, Alice held no recollection of the secrets she had entrusted Sekhmet with. Little dirty schemes and scandals, the hedonistic existence of drink, drugs, and parties that she sought when the world became too much to bear, those occasional steamy nights spent not with her beloved fiance. And her novel-worthy past - victim of child trafficking, petty crimes done for her own survival, how she unlived her foster father, her wild university life, how she climbed and stayed at the top. Everything was gone from her mind, yet probably, remained intact in Sekhmet’s hands. And that was truly terrifying.  

Alice forgot to breathe until her lungs screamed for air, as she was hyper-focusing on what Sekhmet had to say. She sucked in a big breath, and held it in her chest until her mind caught up with a confirmation that…

“Yes, I know I used to be an actress, Lupin also told me that.” It was the second time she mentioned her then-fiance, assuming that since their love story and engagement were all over the news back then, at least Sekhmet would recognize his name. 

“How often did we talk back then?” She could not help asking, dove eyes opened wide in the urge to know the answer. “Were you a celebrity? Or did you work in the industry at some point?”

Devil’s Advocate / Alice & Sekhmet

[mountphoenixrp]

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[khonshu-mp]

( caress ) : sender caresses receiver’s face

affectionate actions prompts

His eyes closed as her hand feathered his face. Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath before sharing a melancholy smile to Sekhmet. "It's been years, how have you been?"

[mpviggo]

auntie dear

continued from here with @mpxsekhmet

Viggo could only give the goddess a sidelong glance, watching as the patrons of Illusion scattered about like cockroaches shying away from the light. The presence of the gun did not frighten Viggo in the slightest, though he looked at the firearm with a bit of a disapproval. He never liked to use them to be honest. While efficient as a tool in their line of work, Viggo had developed a great dislike of guns during his service. It was why for his freelance work he kept his knives close.

"Your way is...interesting," He says in answer to the goddess' question, faint amusement in his tone. While Sekhmet wasn't exactly his mother, the goddess had appeared and made her acquaintance with him that made it clear she and his mother were friends. At least close enough for her to "check up" on Bastet's sons. Viggo hadn't seen the need to say no, and the feral grin on Sekhmet's face was something he could appreciate. It spoke to that part of him that still sung whenever he did wet work.

"You're not worried some of the other gods would come sniffing around? Like the council?"

[mpx-susanoo]

Susanoo was cute. Mischievous in just the right amount, and so youthful; that feeling didn’t just come from the very well-chosen vessel, but from his entire being. Sekhmet liked that energy very, very much.

Perhaps she understood that he found his way here mid-flair, and somehow the hazy, confused atmosphere here deterred him and threw him off his tracks. She was never one to condone peace and ceasefire, but if it meant they could have this deep conversation about the art of vengeance, then so be it. Hell, she would make up for it by buying tickets to watch whatever havoc he was about to cause.

“Would you judge those who commit their worst mistakes with pride?” She probed, a little suggesting that she meant herself. Leaning in further across the table like watching her own reflection a little closely in the mirror, she picked up a glass of her own and lightly tapped it against his, leaning back to down the contents of hers with a bold tilt of her head.

Sekhmet exuded confidence, fierceness, vengeance, and the heat of a mighty desert. A deadly attractive combination of characteristics, one that had more in common with his nature than Susanoo ever expected. 

His dark eyes met hers, as it looked like the god had to remind himself to blink so that his admiring gaze did not turn into a rude stare. Her aura made him curious of how she would look like in her full divine form; that must be a universe wonder he would never want to miss. Would she crush this cute little vessel of his in her bare hands? Could the weapon she used in battle break his sword in half? Would her roars be louder than his  most violent thunderstorms? Or could he get to drown her, metaphorically, in the depth of his ocean? There were so many questions. Luckily, both of them had enough time to figure it out. 

 Back to the question she sent his way, Susanoo beamed, like he had just found his favorite of the night. He watched intently as Sekhmet let her glass meet his with a merry clink, and took a sip of wine as she enjoyed hers. In the meantime, he thought about the answer. It was almost comical thinking how he cared about how she would react to what he said, for usually, Susanoo would proudly not give a damn. With the glass held loosely in his dainty fingers, the god leaned slightly toward her, and replied. 

“We gods are made of a heck load of pride, aren’t we? If I judge those who commit their worst mistakes with pride, I am judging myself, and all my god fellows, that ain’t a cool thing to do! But I guess my sister would like to, she’s been damn good at it, you know.” 

He stated, mimicking the cocky cowboy’s expression and accent he had once seen in a movie. He snapped out of it with a chuckle, feeling victorious that he once again snatched the chance to low-key roast the Japanese sun goddess. It was childish, he knew, but cognac and Sekhmet and the whole vibe of the club made it hard to resist. Propping his chin with the back of his free hand, he took his turn to ask her a question. With an almost flirty smile, and mischief danced in his dark orbs. 

“Tell me, if you may, your highness, what is the worst mistake you have committed with pride? Just so that I can worship you right.”

❛ i don’t judge people on their worst mistakes. ❜

Sekhmet let out a loud, cheerful laugh, as if she had just heard the biggest joke of her life. This thing of stormy sass was said to be an enemy of a particular solar deity, and their stories of downright judgment and resentment left everyone gasping for air from laughing too hard. Grudges were properly battled out either once and for all or continuously for eternity, yet the Japanese liked to drag them on with silent treatments and cold shoulders that result in small, feeble fights that happen once every century or so. Talk about a long, dreary drama that never seems to end.

Here at her club, she wandered about and either made new friends or picked fresh fights, and tonight she seemed to lean towards the former. “With what do you judge people on, then?” Sekhmet probed, spreading her leather pants wrapped legs open and reaching across the low table to pour a glass of cognac, sliding it over to Susanoo. “If I like your answer, your night at my establishment is on me.”

[hunterxmp]

Your Type (is Coffee) - SekhmetxHunter

{{ Continued from this interaction with the lovely @mpxsekhmet ! Thanks for waiting for me! }}

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   Her reply is curt at best but it’s about seven eighteen in the morning and Hunter can’t say he blames a soul on the planet for being that way pre-coffee. His best friend was the worst of them all when he had to wake Invidia up without a fresh cup of it as a peace offering! Her brashness is only met with a gentle laugh of understanding and his good natured smile.

   He had very much planned to leave it at that but the invitation to stand with her comes when her hand reaches out to draw him closer. Stepping nearer he gathers her to his side so she can lean herself there and recover a bit. Hunter is half sure that she’s hungover but it’s impolite to say it and so he just gives her a light squeeze to the arm and nods firmly.

  “You’re right on the money, honey!” He chirps softly. “Saw you from my table o’r there and said lemme get her summthin’ summthin’. What you been up to?”

[mpxmalea]

Thread Log || Malea

A collective of threads on this muse. New muse/posting rules are forthcoming. Please utilize these thread logs so there is no confusion later!

From Hell with Love (My Turn): * Pride - Max * Empty Pockets - Yohan * Uncommon Grounds * TLC - Hecate * Pretty Pretty - Noel * Back to the Start - Yeji

Awaiting (Your Turn): * Meeting of Minds - Arawn (gala) @mpxarawn * Wayward Fleeting Boys - Viggo @mpviggo * Broken Things - Sekhmet @mpxsekhmet

Dropped: Cater to You (Eirwen)

If you have questions or need clarification on any above threads please message me!

[hunterxmp]

Thread Log || Hunter

A collective of threads on this muse. New muse/posting rules are forthcoming. Please utilize these thread logs so there is no confusion later!

From Hell with Love (My Turn): * Summer Moon Erotica - Kaya * May I Have This Gala? - Kaya (gala) * Cruelty & A Beast - In-Soo [ HELD; mun hiatus 09/18 ]

Awaiting (Your Turn): * 10/10 (Ken) - Areum (gala) @areumxmp * Your Type (is Coffee) - Sekhmet @mpxsekhmet * Spirit Halloween - Noel @mpxnoel * Witching Hour - Kaya @mpxkaya * Under Neon Night - Noel (you know the drill)

Dropped: Puritanical Upset (Raven)

If you have questions or need clarification on any above threads please message me!

[alicemp]

‘...you should know, wouldn’t you?’ 

Alice blinked once, twice, and the stare that bored her own reflection in the goddess’ eyes gave out an answer. Yes, she should have known, but she did not, and it was bothering her. Unlike other times when she ran into those who had connected with her past self in one way or another, having an afternoon coffee with Sekhmet brought about this bizarre uneasiness that instead of urging her to run, it encouraged her to stay and spent more time with the goddess. 

There must be something that she had to know. Alice curled her fingers around the half-empty cup of coffee, seemingly setting a physical boundary between them. However, her arms extended towards Sekhmet, her whole body unknowingly leaned slightly toward her, her eyes never left the goddess, and her brain attentively analyzed her facial expressions, what she got to say. Could it be that Sekhmet had learned something about her past that was supposed to be a secret? Was she an…enemy? 

“Of course, I really enjoy talking to you!” Alice replied with a tone as bright as her smile. She decided to play pretend a little longer, for there were still too few clues to make any solid conclusions. 

“I’m so glad that both of us are in a better place now. I still can’t believe how I used to be back then. I’ve done some really nasty things, you know.” 

Do you? Alice kept her smile alive and the real question silent, her gaze remained fixed on the goddess’ face, intently waiting for an answer. Whatever it could be, the demigoddess held her breath, embracing herself for the worst to come.  

❛ i know under all that rage is a beating heart. ❜

“Oh, honey,” Sekhmet leaned forward with a saccharine grin, an elbow on the table to hold up her sleepy features, manicured nails sharp like deadly claws tapping at her own cheekbone. “I’m not about that life anymore, I think. Though you should know, wouldn’t you?” A waggle of her eyebrows suggested that they hid a secret beneath, one that she had yet to confirm. It was her, that Alice for sure, but what happened between then and now…?

“Anyway, thanks for letting me sit here,” she pointed, a late afternoon at the cafe packed with people having been out and about for half their day already but her morning had just started. Her bold features lacked the heavy makeup to define them, and so her softer, more approachable look probably helped. She couldn’t stop herself from getting up close, watching the girl who used to spill her darkest fears to her. Sekhmet did little to ease them, to be honest. If anything, she gathered them like matchsticks and set fire to them. “I like talking to you. Do you like talking to me?”

[alicemp]

Sekhmet would normally have already slapped whoever dared to challenge her like that, but the innocence and pure enquiring spirit Alice exuded stopped her in her tracks. She wouldn’t bring herself to tarnish that just yet, this eagerness to learn from whatever she could get her hands on. She merely chuckled, like teasing a silly child, and moved on, heels of her boots clacking against the floorboards in an offensively loud manner. “Rather than calling it destiny, I would say… it’s nature.” She stopped there, turning to her with a look so contemplative it might confuse the demigoddess even more. “It’s within our nature do be that way. Perhaps you might want to meet my son, Lio?” She wasn’t sure if they’d known each other already, but Alice was a precious one to her. Perhaps she may not go as far as to taking care of her outrightly, but introducing her to a new friend or two wouldn’t hurt, neither Alice nor her carefree, conflict-driven image. “He might be able to… explain a little better.”

“Nature,” Alice parroted what she heard, getting ready to continue following Sekhmet’s resounding footsteps across the otherwise utterly quiet room, only to realize the goddess had stopped and gazed at her, as if she was deep in thought. 

She blinked, once, twice, waiting patiently for Sekhmet to resume talking. Despite the goddess’ war-like nature, she rarely, if ever, felt truly threatened or uncomfortable around her. Probably the Odin’s daughter in her helped to thicken her skin and toughen up her mind, yet she still wouldn’t have gotten this close to the Egyptian goddess if she had not picked up her motherly vibe. 

At the mention of Sekhmet’s son, Alice’s lips stretched into a soft smile. “That would be my honor. I’ve seen him a few times at the gym, but I haven’t got the courage to strike up a conversation with him yet,” she shrugged her shoulders lightly as she was thinking about the reason. “He seems to be a man of few words, but I can be wrong.” 

It was Alice who resumed walking first this time, naturally steering the topic back to the goddess with another harmless question. “You must have known quite many gods on this island, I assume? May I ask whom do you like to hang out with the most?”

❛ experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. ❜

Alice nodded her agreement to the goddess said as they continued crossed the museum's hallway to another display room.

"I just wish experience could be a little less brutal for some. Not all are built with the capability to learn without being traumatized by what they've gone through, you know."

She commented, finding it relaxing to hold a conversation with Sekhmet now that she knew the goddess knew who she used to be, and still accepted it. Or maybe that was the war-like streak inside her that recognized a distant bond with the Sekhmet's divinity. Either way, she learned to enjoy the goddess' company.