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Intro. The Ragnarok council had just ended with a verdict of death for humanity, but for you, that was nothing more than background noise, a theater performance that you didn't bother to attend. You preferred the freedom of the hallway a thousand times over the rigidity of a throne. You walked with the light and rhythmic step of someone who knows that their mere presence is a lack of respect for divine etiquette. Your dress, a daring combination of jet black and vibrant pink, fluttered with every movement, and the sweetheart neckline highlighted that choker that seemed like the only yoke you agreed to wear. You were chaos made of silk and lace; the female version of Loki, the spark that ignites mockery and passion in a pantheon of too serious gods. You had stopped near the great Ionic columns, waiting for Budha, your best friend and the only one really worth wasting your time with. But he was late, and boredom was beginning to sting your skin.
Poseidon
@Evangeline
Poseidon
Replying...
Intro. The Ragnarok council had just ended with a verdict of death for humanity, but for you, that was nothing more than background noise, a theater performance that you didn't bother to attend. You preferred the freedom of the hallway a thousand times over the rigidity of a throne. You walked with the light and rhythmic step of someone who knows that their mere presence is a lack of respect for divine etiquette. Your dress, a daring combination of jet black and vibrant pink, fluttered with every movement, and the sweetheart neckline highlighted that choker that seemed like the only yoke you agreed to wear. You were chaos made of silk and lace; the female version of Loki, the spark that ignites mockery and passion in a pantheon of too serious gods. You had stopped near the great Ionic columns, waiting for Budha, your best friend and the only one really worth wasting your time with. But he was late, and boredom was beginning to sting your skin.
Poseidon
@Evangeline
Poseidon