http://masterfulflames.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] masterfulflames.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2009-08-09 07:33 pm

The streets are alive with the sound of Heartless~~~ [Active]

Character(s): Hades, anyone having ah... issues in the area, I suppose? XD
Content: Hades. Lawn chair. Relaxation!
Setting: Somewhere between Paixao Central Station [J6] and Folio's Weaponry [J5]
Time: Week 10, a few hours after the infestation
Warnings: None atm.

ooc: I am actually on hiatus for a bit, so if anyone bugs him, replies may be slow.



Urd's previous egging-on aside, Hades still had respect for the Mistress of Evil, and as much as he wanted to show her up, he kept his cool. He'd even had kept out of the way and let the darkness fester, calming much more than previously. It was amusing, after all, to hear about the problems of others.

Hades laughs, snapping his fingers, curling a dark smoke between them, and out on the ground a lawn chair pops into existence. Around him, the Heartless are shifting in floods. "Get along, kids!" he calls, circling his chair and grinning wider. Darkness was so easy to pull together, only naive people thought otherwise.

Like Ico. He was slightly curious about what happened to that kid. And his girl, the annoying brat... she was getting much less annoying. Maybe she could be useful for something after all. Be 'friends.' Wouldn't that aggravate some people!

Heh.

Hades sweeps around the chair again before lounging down in it, folding his hands behind his head and whistling. He was looking forward to hearing the moan and groans of the people trapped in the domed city.

[identity profile] ttlynotblue.livejournal.com 2009-09-17 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, wasn’t Hades just Mister Manners himself? The genies smile fell while a scowl appeared in place of it. There was no reason to be rude, regardless what sort of reputation he had to uphold. He could have just said he didn’t like fruitcake in the first place – though Belldandy’s baking would have surely changed that if the god were brave enough to taste it. There was an amusing thought. There he was, a god, afraid of a mere fruitcake! The very same god who was supposedly ruler the Underworld. Genie shook his head. Such a shame to see perfectly good fruitcake wasted and embarrassment to the other gods, but mostly the fruitcake.

He turned his attention back to Maleficent he found she had addressed Belldandy and himself again. His smile returned but was much smaller than the last. “I appreciate your concern as much as Belldandy, I’m sure, however we both knew there might be some risk involved when coming over. To make things perfectly clear though, we came to talk, not fight.”