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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 13, 2012 17:52:05 GMT -5
Ares laughs, tapping the blade on her shoulders. He uses the flat of it, so as not to cut her with the blade, as she would probably be flayed alive. His eyes move to her, his hand settling on her shoulder, if allowed. His voice is a bit more reverent now, carrying the power of his station inside of Olympus. "Rise, Childe. You are hereby enlisted to Aphrodite. " His eyes move to Aphrodite and he grins "If you wish them to spread your influence, my bed is always open. Its a risky sacrifice, but i am willing to do it." He chuckles, resheathing his blade, and licking his lips. "For now, I believe our business is through here. Perhaps I should go... Find something to do." His neck pops again, the blade swinging slightly on his back.
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Nyssa
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Post by Nyssa on Sept 13, 2012 18:41:10 GMT -5
Nyssa rose to her feet and waited patiently. At Ares' suggestion of spreading influence, she felt her cheeks flush and turn red as she looked away, trying to hide the fact. Such a subject was practically foreign to her, helped all the more by the fact that Nyssa was still pure and untouched. She knew nothing about being with a man. Her heart skipped a beat, a wave of tension and fear going through her. What would she have to do while in Aphrodite's service? She then looked back to the goddess, trying to regain her composure and waiting to hear what was next.
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Post by Aphrodite on Sept 13, 2012 20:07:20 GMT -5
Aphrodite sighed as she turned to look at Ares before pacing back and forth a few times. She didn't necessarily have a problem with him gallivanting around with other women. She knew she held a place in his heart no other could fill. It had more to do with the fact that she was not eager to risk any of her followers to any sort of harm, especially her "girls", which consisted of her priestesses, the bath house attendants and while she did not hold them in low regard herself, her brothel workers. These women probably got the best attention lavished on them from Aphrodite, after Ares that was.
"I will not send any of my priestesses to you if they are just going to come back bruised and broken. They cannot handle such... intense treatment the way I can," she stated. She then graced him with a suggestive smile. "But you know I am always up for it." She batted her lashes a couple times flirtatiously before she looked at him more seriously. "And there is a new soldier about town... if it interests you." Aphrodite turned her attention to Nyssa. "Go to the building behind here and tell them I sent you. Rest up and have those wounds tended to" as she pointed at the girl's neck.
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Post by Ares, The God Of War on Sept 13, 2012 20:29:36 GMT -5
Ares looks back at Aphrodite, the goblin helm snapping into his fingers. He chuckles, snapping again, the helm seamlessly moulding over the armour. "Oh I know. But its so fun when they say they can handle a God. The look of regret is the best." His ears perk, and he laughs, pulling the kusarigama handle from his gauntleted forearm, swinging the chain a couple times for good measure "I'll be around,. Hopefully, I can meet this soldier." Without another word or backwards glance, he walks out, his cape furling under the shield, his mailed boots biting into the stones and breaking them apart with his steps. His feet carried him onward, towards the fountain in the town square, the populace shrinking away from his armoured form, as if they were so fearful, they musn't even touch him, for fear of plague or murder. He chuckles under the helm, watching the reactions from under his helmet. Yes, he loved their fear. For he knew, it was better to be feared, than to be loved.
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