Heroes and gods (Open)

[thewinedude]

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!))

Comments

[dontsaymyname]

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."

[thewinedude]

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.

[dontsaymyname]

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.

[thewinedude]

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.