thewinedude: (raising eyebrow)
Mr. D ([personal profile] thewinedude) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2013-06-09 10:39 pm

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!))
not_heavens_adam: (Hand to the back of the neck)

[personal profile] not_heavens_adam 2013-06-12 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He couldn't help but chuckle at the god's lack of humility, but he was hardly surprised by it; he would have been more surprised by it's presence. He distantly wondered which god this was but he figured it ultimately didn't matter, he would learn his name at some point.

He hesitated, not because he was concerned about saying what he was, he'd long since gotten over that and learned that the people here really didn't think it all that concerning. No, it was more a matter of how much to say. Seeing as this god was from some pantheon, the matters of demons probably didn't concern him.

"For being a vampire. Worse, because I accepted the change from the hand of a demon. It's ancient history now, but I'm afraid it's something my God does not forget nor forgive, no matter how much or little devotion I offer." This was a depressing topic, it was hard to reconcile the new and strengthening opinion that he wasn't some monster unworthy of the things he wanted when one of the things he wanted was actively against him at every turn.

He sighed and shook his head bemusedly. "I don't know about you, but I need a drink."
not_heavens_adam: (Soft look | That's too bad...)

[personal profile] not_heavens_adam 2013-07-02 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Johnny gave an amused smirk at the man, but accepted the cup. "Are you not supposed to do that? You know, I have a bar of my own that's fully stocked, we could easily just go there. No magic necessary."

He took a sip from the cup and gave an appreciative hum. That was enough to warrant a bit of a guessing game for him. It was obvious this was a god, and he combed through all of the mythology he'd learned over the centuries to find the names of the ones attributed to wine, or even just alcohol. Of course, Crowley had been a regular demon and he'd been able to do something similar without it being his key power, so Johnny knew he could be way off, but that wasn't going to stop him from asking.

"Yi-ti, Sucellus,Tezcatzontecatl, Teshub, Osiris, Ægir,Dionysus, or perhaps Bacchus, if you prefer...do any of those names happen to apply to you? Assuming, of course, the goddesses not mentioned were actually female and couldn't be you."