vatheon | Heroes and gods (Open)

Who: Mr. D (grumpy wine god) and anyone who wants to pester him
When: daytime, current day.
Where: the Plaza but possibly anywhere else in the city, too.
Style: action brackets or prose. Whichever.
Status: Ongoing and open

The longer he was here, and he obviously hadn't been here long, the more Dionysus was convinced that this was his own little pocket of Tartarus. He couldn't remember off-hand how he could possibly have pissed off the Big Three enough to deserve this. Not recently anyway. And never all of them in conjunction. Even drunken gods have a sense of self-preservation.

And yet here he was. Alone. Separated from his wife, his wine, his son(s)... even his overbearing father. He was still somehow in charge of looking after ungrateful half-bloods, and this time there was no Pac-Man to distract him. Even a normal deck of cards eluded him. If this wasn't the eternal torment of the most grievous of sinner, Mr D didn't know what was. Give him a rock to push up a hill any day.

So the displaced wine god did whatever a normal person did in times of great strife... he sought religion. Or whatever passed for religion in this place. He'd heard talk of Lamufao, and it was really only proper for Dionysus to present himself.

(...He hoped Lamufao wouldn't think he was being inconsiderate for visiting while dressed in dark purple sweatpants, purple running shoes, and a leopard-print shirt. And for getting a little lost along the way.)

((ooc: Feel free to approach him in any stage of his "going to see Lamufao" excursion. Open to all!))

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Fearlessness was usually a sign of ignorance or stupidity... neither of which Mr. D was in the mood for. In addition, there was something about this guy that signaled "inhuman" to the god's senses. He couldn't put his finger on it because he rarely functioned outside of his pantheon, but he knew humans when he met them. Usually. Not that not being human was bad, but it came with a certain amount of arrogance that the god himself also possessed. Being addressed so casually really put the chip on Mr. D's shoulder.

He regarded the interloper with an expression somehow both put-out and bored. "In what way? I don't find you interesting at all." Which wasn't true, but the god would walk away if he needed to.

Barry could say the same about Mr. D. He recognized he was someone powerful, at least as strong as his father, but what exactly he was was something not known to him. Perhaps it was just because they were from different worlds.

"That's not very nice is it?" Barry smiled sweetly. He looked rather angelic the way he was smiling.

"I only meant that I've come across very few here that are as attractive as yourself."

True it was mostly Mr. D's power that Barry found enticing. The man's fashion sense left something to be desired unique though it was.

"About as nice as too casual a greeting from a complete stranger." Mr. D snorted derisively. Sweet smiles and insincere flattery usually meant that the person was up to something, and he was in no mood for games. "Attractiveness notwithstanding."

Mr. D was instantly wary, cautious but not fearful. He knew his brother's trickster ways and his sister's persuasive tongue. The more innocent and sweet this person looked, the more the cynical, grumpy god didn't want anything to do with it.

"You must hold very poor company."

Barry's eyes narrowed slightly. Flattery wasn't going to work with this one that much was obvious. He said nothing for a moment, merely regarding the man quietly.

Finally he decided blunt would be better with this one.

"If I may ask, what are you?"

"Annoyed. And getting bored. Was there something you wanted?" But honestly, Dionysus was curious. The change in approach was a good strategy, but he wasn't about to fall for it.

Had it been before he was under restriction, the wine god's vanity may have kicked in and he would be friendlier. He might even have answered the blunt question directly. As it was, a pretty face was hiding in there somewhere, but it had been buried in Mr. D's bad attitude and mother of all hangovers. Flattery, as they say, would not get anyone anywhere.

How true it was. Barry raised his hand up to his own chest as if to seem insulted, or at least a little hurt.

"I may ask the same of you. You seem to travel with such purpose, yet I'm keeping you from it."

Barry stepped to the side out of Mr. D's way. He'd have to keep an eye on this one that was for certain.

Mr. D made a slightly exasperated sound and used a glimmer of his power to summon a can of Diet Coke. He held his palm upright, and light seemed to bend around a pinpoint. When it settled, there was a cold can of carbonated zero-calorie beverage... now decorated with a fishy image. The god didn't hide his sneer at the unexpected change to even his drink container.

But still, Mr. D took a long drink from it before answering and didn't move to walk past and continue on his way.

"What about you? Would you answer such a question that you posed to me? What are you, and what are you up to?"

The smile spread on Barry's face until it became a light laugh. He put his hand to his mouth in a show of humility. His eyes twinkled with delight.

"Touche~ Forgive me for asking. It was rather rude of me."

He bowed slightly in deference to Mr. D.

"My name is Barry." A lie, bu the wouldn't give his real name to anyone.

"Yes. Yes, it was."

The bow appeased him, but only slightly, and he did not return the favour. There was something sneaky in that laugh and that smile that Mr. D was pretty sure he didn't trust. Oh well. Something was bound to pop up to keep him on his toes after all.

"I'm Mr. D," he said, lifting the can back to his lips. Names had power, and there was no way he was giving his proper name to just anyone.

Considering the difference in power Mr. D probably didn't have a thing to be worried about.

The smile rose and stayed on Barry's face. He recognized that trick very well, used it himself actually. There was only one real way to get rid of him and that was of course in the power of his name.

"Mr. D~" Barry chuckled again. "Well, I do hope we meet again."

Considering the difference in power, even the weakest fool got lucky. He'd seen it happen on more than one occasion. Especially recently. If they were to stay wary of each other, not expressly stating names was going to be the first and best plan of action. He'd be keeping an eye on this one for sure.

"Considering we seem to be trapped here, I don't see how it can be avoided, Barry." The chuckle caused him to lift an eyebrow, and his expression settled back into one of mild dislike and boredom. He didn't yet make any attempt to walk past Barry.

Mr. D wouldn't need to. Barry said nothing as he displayed a bit of his own power. His body started to dissolve into bats and to fly away in the opposite direction Mr. D was heading.

The wine god made a mental note of this ability. Quite the useful trick. The conversation had gone basically nowhere, but it had been extremely interesting. Whether or not this flattering, beautiful person was dangerous remained to be seen.

Okay, "Barry." You have his complete attention.

Mr. D finished off his Diet Coke, magically disposed of the can, and went back to his wandering. At this this place wouldn't be a complete waste of his time after all.

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