"He always does," Zagreus replied, the flippant sarcasm tinged in annoyed bitterness. "You'd think he'd have more important things to do than stop me from going out a door, but apparently I'm important enough the dead can wait. Must have short lines or something." Yeah right. He knew well enough his excursions created huge problems for his father's systematic arrangement of the Underworld order, but to hell if he cared. It didn't stop him from powering forward even still. Once more. Do it again. Over and over until he finally got out. After all, chaos or not, what everyone here in the Underworld had was time. And plenty of it. The "why" in all this? Well... that's something Zagreus was trying to find out too.
"It has something to do with my mother. Why she left. Beyond that, I'm going to find out." Zagreus stopped in his bedroom, a messy and cluttered area that looked both rather rich and basically like a teenager's room. Piles of items he didn't use, a clear floor because he shoved everything to the sides, a desk, a bed, a massive mirror of darkness and amethyst-like stones that dominated one wall. The place was little more than a stopway point for him now. A momentary respite to reflect and recharge before heading back out into the Underworld. "I'm not worried about what mortals think of me. They might not even be able to see me for all I know."
Zagreus shrugged at the question. "I've never been to Mount Olympus so I can't really judge it for myself. Depends on who you ask, I guess." A lot of the Chthonic gods had little kind or interested to say about the Olympic gods and vice versa, but Zagreus wasn't sure if it was ignorance or bad blood that prompted those opinions.
"That sounds about right," the young prince chuckled, running his hand through his hair. "Well, at least someone would be proud of my accomplishments. Asides from Achilles." Even though his mentor always praised him with caution. He rested his hands on his hips as he faced Anubis, arching a brow when he explained Osiris. "So Osiris is God of the Dead in your group. Huh... and he lets you go as you please. I might be a little jealous." Mostly in jest, but some truth to that.
As for the offer of help juxtaposed with his failures, Zagreus went from interested to miffed. Great. Show off his errors. Well, no sense in denying his improvements that came with his losses. He headed to a gray stone basic beside his bed and looked into the blue waters within. "27 times. But I've got a good feeling about this one." Especially if Anubis was going to help him. "I'm fine on my own, so whatever assistance you can give me will be great."
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Date: 2021-02-20 05:16 pm (UTC)"It has something to do with my mother. Why she left. Beyond that, I'm going to find out." Zagreus stopped in his bedroom, a messy and cluttered area that looked both rather rich and basically like a teenager's room. Piles of items he didn't use, a clear floor because he shoved everything to the sides, a desk, a bed, a massive mirror of darkness and amethyst-like stones that dominated one wall. The place was little more than a stopway point for him now. A momentary respite to reflect and recharge before heading back out into the Underworld. "I'm not worried about what mortals think of me. They might not even be able to see me for all I know."
Zagreus shrugged at the question. "I've never been to Mount Olympus so I can't really judge it for myself. Depends on who you ask, I guess." A lot of the Chthonic gods had little kind or interested to say about the Olympic gods and vice versa, but Zagreus wasn't sure if it was ignorance or bad blood that prompted those opinions.
"That sounds about right," the young prince chuckled, running his hand through his hair. "Well, at least someone would be proud of my accomplishments. Asides from Achilles." Even though his mentor always praised him with caution. He rested his hands on his hips as he faced Anubis, arching a brow when he explained Osiris. "So Osiris is God of the Dead in your group. Huh... and he lets you go as you please. I might be a little jealous." Mostly in jest, but some truth to that.
As for the offer of help juxtaposed with his failures, Zagreus went from interested to miffed. Great. Show off his errors. Well, no sense in denying his improvements that came with his losses. He headed to a gray stone basic beside his bed and looked into the blue waters within. "27 times. But I've got a good feeling about this one." Especially if Anubis was going to help him. "I'm fine on my own, so whatever assistance you can give me will be great."