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Post by doreyg on Sept 1, 2008 15:03:00 GMT -8
Even Death needs a break occaisionly, a time to stretch back, relax and feel safe in the knowledge that ... Well, her existence usually.
Mors likes to accomplish this state by going for a swim, not naked of course (The looks on any male passersbys face: Excellent, the look on a possible Terra's face: something not even Mors wants to risk) but in a very thin dress nonetheless.. Which is getting thinner quite quickly since she keeps swimming around rather energetically.
She dives and surfaces again with a bubble of contentment and oh is that a figure on yonder bank?
Hopefully it's male and at least some form of willing for something (Cora doesn't know what but she's willing to find out), or certain females even, hm... Certain of course, she has no desire to make advances on her sister or the lovely Terra.
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Post by poseidon on Sept 2, 2008 10:38:09 GMT -8
Poseidon often spent his nights out in the Hot Springs. Sometimes with Terra, but mostly alone. He enjoyed the solitude, the soft sound of the waves the springs produced when he swam through them. It was a calming location, but why wouldn't it be for him? He was the Power of Water. It was only fitting that his comfort and peace would be sought here.
He hadn't expected that he wouldn't be the only one out at this time of night. Mors was always unpredictable. One never knew where she'd end up next, or which emotion would consume her. She was an interesting one, a Power he had nothing against but instead tended to fascinate him. He liked the unpredictable ones. Mors. Ares. Ombra. They were all such in their own rights.
With a sheepish grin, running a hand through his already tousled hair, he stopped on the bank of the springs, his eyes cast downward on the water. He wasn't intrusive- never the intrusive one- but he was slightly embarrassed to be butting in on someone else's time.
"Evening, Mors," he said softly. He made sure not to look directly at her. Some women didn't like it when a guy happened upon them when they were practically undressed. Not that most cared with him. He was the one who respected the women of the kingdom, and he would never try anything. He had his reasons. "Mind if I join you?"
If she did mind, well, just in case, he contemplated taking a trip to the coastline. The ocean was much more calming than the springs, but it took much longer to get to. Pity he couldn't fly, like Maelstrom. Or run really fast. He could swim faster, but that never did any good with land travel.
Yes, let's just swim through the dirt, he thought with dry humor. That will definitely work. Ha.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 2, 2008 10:52:52 GMT -8
Mors glides over, pokes her head out of the water and slides half up onto the bank neatly, staring for a few moments at Poseidon with a faint lazy smile on her face.
Death does not have favourites, Death cares not for hate or love and Mors is a lot like that... She does like Poseidon though, he''s polite and actually respects her straight off without her having to turn him or some of his close kin into walking corpses.
In was always irritating when she had to do that.
She snaps back into reality with a jolt, runs a hand through her hair and slides back into the water slightly "I have no quarrel, the water is yours."
Mors never likes to outright say stuff, there has to be a riddle somewhere or it's just no fun.
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Post by poseidon on Sept 2, 2008 11:11:04 GMT -8
A serene smile, and Poseidon nods his head in a silent thanks. This was the only time that he could get away from his responsibilities and his father. A time where he could just relax, recuperate after a long day. He shrugged off his tunic and folded it neatly at the bank, and then carefully slid into the warm water.
In all honesty, though he loved the ocean, he preferred the warmth of the springs near his home. While the cold ocean would not kill him like most, it was still uncomfortable, made it hard to enjoy the surroundings.
He dove underneath the surface and made a few laps around the spring before coming back up for air. Water cascaded over his head, forming droplets upon his eyelashes, but he was grinning. Now this was what he loved.
"So, Mors..." he trailed off, leaning back in the water so that he could float along the top of it. "What brings you to my neck of the woods?" He smiled again at the saying, staring up at the night sky.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 2, 2008 11:55:51 GMT -8
Mors has just been floating in the middle of the springs queitly, staring up at the sky thoughtfully... At Poseidon's words she starts slightly and then floats up vertical again "Me? I am just a traveller, I go where my feet lead me."
Mors has no parents, she had them long ago but they were just annoying and Hated her... They were probably right to really, considering she has the impression that she did eventually kill them... Well, she didn't stab them with a spear or anything but the intent was there.
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Post by poseidon on Sept 11, 2008 13:16:41 GMT -8
"Ah," Poseidon said, accepting her words at face value. He's a very trusting sort. He doesn't do pressuring, or really talking. He's the silent type, mostly. Says just enough to be polite, before delving off into his own thoughtful world.
You could call him the product of his environment, or his power. His mother died as he was born, and his father had hardly spoken two words to him his whole life, always off with Council business, or just too stern to have a fatherly talk. For his power, Poseidon was like the calm sea. A gentle, silent flow of the tide, but underneath the surface, a torrent of winding currents.
He smiled softly as he slowly sank just below the surface of the water, letting himself drift along the current. He didn't mind having Mors as company, though her power was terrifying, she wasn't irritating as some could be.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 14, 2008 4:59:49 GMT -8
Good, because Mors doesn't really do lies that much, unless she is given really good motivation.
She isn't usually one for talking either (do corpses chatter on?) so she likes Poseidon, they don't have much to do with each other but she can be around him safe in teh knowledge that he won't get the urge to strangle her or glare at her or scream at her.
She can cope with those, it's just a bit annoying.
Mors waits for a second and then flips and dives deep, coming up only when even her lungs start protesting about breath, she likes it down there, deep and cold.
"How is Terra?"
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Post by poseidon on Sept 24, 2008 12:57:07 GMT -8
Poseidon looks over at her, then slowly tilts his head back to stare up at the night sky. "She is as she always is," he said, crossing his arms beneath his head. There is a slight frown forming on his lips, but he does not elaborate on what he means.
For those that knew Terra, they only saw a happy girl. Gentle, kind if not a little stupid. But he knew what lay beneath her constant smile. A girl who was more than unhappy, a girl afraid and hateful of herself. If he'd been able to, he'd tell her she wasn't alone in her feelings, but she'd had him swear to a secrecy vow, never to divulge Maelstrom's feelings to her. As much as it pained him to watch those two so oblivious, he would never break his vow. It was his duty as a friend.
"And how is Vita?" he asked in kind, if they were relating to those closest to each other.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 24, 2008 13:10:30 GMT -8
Cora nods slightly, her hair drifting out in waves around her.... Her eyes look a little darker next to the water... As if she's thinking hard on something but not saying her thoughts out loud.
"Well, as always... With the menfolk and the wine" Cora's tone isn't disapproving, it never is with her little sister but sometimes she does wish that her sister would lay off a little on the alcohol.
She doubts that Vita could drink herself to death but she prefers not to take that risk... People drinking themselves to death is often fun for her but not when it could happen to family.
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Post by poseidon on Sept 24, 2008 13:15:37 GMT -8
"Ah, yes, the wine," Poseidon says, before making a short dive through the water and resurfacing, brushing water from his face. "I fear one of these days it might lead to unhappy events." It was hard to miss that when Vita drank, she often lost all sense of logic. Nothing good could come of it.
"The menfolk, well, the only one I knew of was Rhys," he said with a slight shrug. The only reason he knew though was because he'd accidentally walked in on them one time. If he hadn't, he never would have known, even with his empathy. "It's really none of my business though."
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Post by doreyg on Sept 24, 2008 13:27:33 GMT -8
Cora's face goes slightly darker and she nods... She doesn't want anything to happen to Vita, ever.
Alcohol seems to have different effects on her sister more then it does on her, it just tastes like slightly flavoured water to Mors and has the effects of slightly flavoured water on her too.
Mors knows about Rhys... She knows everything.
Well not everything but few secrets are kept from Death.
"Fair few, but it's in her nature" Mors mutters softly... It is in Vita's nature, she enjoys the thing that produces such life rather a lot and Mors cannot fault her on that.
Besides, she enjoys it a fair bit too.
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Post by admin on Oct 6, 2008 13:03:30 GMT -8
"One cannot blame another for what's merely in their nature," Poseidon murmured in his agreement. He felt very strongly about that, as he was such an accepting person as it was. It was Ares' nature to cause war, Mors' to cause death, and so on. And his nature? His was as gentle, or as tumultuous as the ocean's waves. But mostly he was just peaceful, at least outwardly. No need to bother people with what was underneath.
With a slight smile, he leaned back against the bank, tilting his head back to look at the night sky. Even with company, Poseidon found himself more relaxed then he usually was. He decided he liked Mors, liked having someone around who wouldn't push him for conversation or to talk about touchy things. As it was now, he only spoke because he was so comfortable.
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Post by doreyg on Oct 17, 2008 12:59:56 GMT -8
Mors turned her head to Poseidon for a moment, smiles slightly and then submerges again, slipping into the cold darkness with practiced ease... There are always things living in the water, be they bacteria or little shrimps or even some sort of mammal... Right not it's a shrew like creature and Mors takes its life with the familiar small thrill of pleasure before rising back to the surface and studying the stars.
It is a nice night, for those who aren't shrews.
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