Aphrodite Ourania's Story

Modern Earth, the age of science has replaced the age of Gods and Magic. They all have disproven everything about them. People have gone to the so called home of the Greek Gods and found… nothing… No grand palaces or anything else. The Gods places of worship have all but crumbled away. Some have been stolen from and some broken into and vandalized.

The mortals have forgotten about them and explained away everything about them.

But they have not thought of one simple possibility…Maybe the Gods have moved… or have their own dimension. The Gods have never met the other gods of a different culture, aside from the Roman and Greek, but that is because they are one and the same…Each realm feels like one would expect from each culture.

Asgard is surrounded by an impregnable wall and is one of the Nine worlds, inhabited by the Aesir, the race of Warrior Gods. It is located at the highest point of their universe and has the Rainbow Bridge connecting their world to Earth. They also have Valhalla the place were slain warriors wait for the final battle, Ragnarok. The realm of their Elves Alfheim and Svartalfheim is also there as well as Vanaheim the home of Vanir, it is a glorious if a bit cold. Also there is the realm of frost giants they are constantly battling. As well as Helheim, their underworld which Hel, Lokis’ daughter resides and is protected by Garm, Hel's enormous dog-guard, lives in the cave Gnipahellir. He is an eight-foot-tall black hound with glowing eyes. It is important not to underestimate Garm. While he may act like a big dog - vicious and dangerous or friendly depending on who you are - it's an act. There is as much intelligence in Garm as in any other of Helheim's guards. He is a Jotun who is always in dog-form, but he is no dumb beast. Garm seems to be on a general patrol around the borders of Helheim, meaning that he could be anywhere at any point.

Mount Olympus is the abode of the chief god Zeus. Also, the foremost gods of the Greek pantheon have their palaces at the summit. It is here that the gods assemble to consume nectar and ambrosia, the substances which reinforces their immortality. The top of the Olympus, which is covered in snow and hidden in the clouds, reaches all the way into the aether. It is the highest mountain of Greece and lies on the border of Macedonia and Thessaly, yet though mortals have been to the top they have never seen the realm. And why would they? The Gods have hidden it from their mortal eyes. Also of course is the Domain of Hades, which is surrounded nine times by the River Styx, where Hades resides.

Each God in each realm have seen the flow of time on Earth and seen it change, but never seeing the other realms of the other gods.

Until now.

Ten Gods, including a few Goddesses, have been cast out of their realm by someone, though they do not know who. Some of the Gods and Goddesses are the righteous; some are the outcasts among the gods… They each have their weapons on them and have been assigned lodges at a college. They do not know how they have come to Earth or who these others are, though a few they recognize from their own realm. For the first time in history The Asgardians will meet the Olympians, and many other types of Gods.

Thrown into this mix are four mortals, two men and two women, who are going to the school as well. They know not who these ones are or the powers they possess, but they soon will…

The Gods have a common goal, though some are more reluctant about it than others, get back to their own realm, but to do that they need help… from the mortals. But will the mortals help? Or will they try to kill the gods, for on Earth there may be a weapon that can kill them. Though only Mortals may wield it.

Aphrodite had been sitting at the edge of a waterfall on Olympus, gazing down through the misty clouds to the mortal realm below. Her son, Aeneas was off fighting another battle, as usual, and she often watched over him, guarding his safety. Another victory. She smiled and stood, turning to head back up the mountain toward her home. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind whipped at her, and she reached out just in time to wrap her small hands around a few of the vines that hung from the floating mount.

"Zeus!" she cried out. But the wind tore at her, sending her swinging back and forth until her hands slipped and she began to fall. The goddess watched as the mortal realm drew nearer, her eyes widening in terror. But the realm shimmered and seemed to change before her eyes. Aeneas was no longer there, walking through the streets in his victory march. It was some cold place, with strange buildings.

As she fell through the clouds, she felt another, softer gust of wind upon her face. The touch of soft, smooth feathers slid beneath her, and a beautiful smile came to her lips as she slid her arms around the goose that had caught her. She leaned her head against the silky feathers and cooed at the bird. "Take me home, my love," she called out to it. But the bird didn't listen. In slow, lazy circles, it continued her descent toward the earth, until suddenly, it flew through a gigantic window into some strange circular building. The creature landed at the top of a staircase that led down to the floor of the arena, but Aphrodite refused to move. "No! Take me home!" she screamed at the goose.

The bird gave a great shake of its body, sending her sprawling to the floor next to it. Letting out a huff, she jumped up and turned to berate the creature, only to watch as it flew back out the way it had come. The woman let out a strangled scream and spun to look around at her surroundings. Her eyes fell on a man down on the bottom floor, seated in one of nine Onyx chairs. Throwing the long waves of her hair back over her shoulder, Aphrodite slowly began to descend toward this man, though her face was still twisted in fury. When she reached the bottom floor, she eyed the man a moment, unsure. How strangely he was dressed. She let out a soft snort and began to make her way toward him, hips swaying with each step she took.

"Who are you then?" she called out as she neared him. "Why have you brought me here?!" she demanded.

Loki looked up at the sudden noise as he saw a bird fly off through a window, he paid no heed to the woman on the ground at the moment, noticing that the window seemed to have… vanished. “odd… then again I can do such a thing with ease… may haps a wizard is here?” he thought to himself as he finally paid heed to the woman who walked over to him as he rested his head on the back of his hand, the way he sat was arrogant. Not one of a ‘proper’ ruler. “Who am I? I should ask you the same question, no Aesir… or Jötunn.” He remarked as his eyes glanced at her, studying her… not from lust, but from curiosity, “what can I gain if I play my cards right?” he thought to himself slyly, his mind always plotting something. “You are also no judge, for I have heard no judge scream like a strangled cat before.” He chided her as he planted his scepter firmly on the ground in front of him.

He heard the storm as he looked… well uncomfortable, he was not overly fond of what storm brought… He slowly stood up ignoring the woman as he braced himself for his brother to come. He covered his face as he saw the wall of the arena crumble, the dust swarming over him as he coughed a bit. He heard his name being called by a female’s voice, as the female came closer to him though he had to say he did not recognize her. “Well it appears I am at a disadvantage. For you see, you know who I am… but I do not know who you are, worm.” He remarked coldly with an arrogant tilt of his head. “Trickery ooo I am known for that, but of which are you speaking of?” he asked her as he held his hands out from his side only briefly as he took a few steps forward, again noticing that the wall mended itself. He took one last step closer, unafraid as he planted his staff firmly on the ground as he stared this woman down, his eyes icy cold.

Aphrodite blinked, shocked at the gall of this man. To ask who she was before he offered her his own name! And how rude and arrogant he sat there, like he was sitting upon a throne overlooking a peasant in his kingdom. Her cheeks burned red with rage. "Who are Aesir and Joten? I known not of these people!" She put her hands on her hips, watching him study her. She lifted her chin haughtily.

But when the man said that she had screamed like a strangled cat, she took a step forward. "You dare speak to me that way? I will have you know-" She was cut off by the sound and sight of a woman wielding some giant hammer crashing through the wall.

Annoyed by the interruption, Aphrodite stomped forward and stood next to the man, watching the strange interaction between the two. Something was very out of place here. This entire situation was just… off. And she wanted to know why, exactly. Why had she been brought to this horrible place, and simply left behind? She looked up toward the ceiling, silently growling at Zeus, for surely it was his fault.

That bastard had the effrontery to claim he did not perform a heinous act only he could have been capable of, and the audacity to call the God of Thunder a worm?!

"Do not dare to play games with me, God of Fools!" Thor's voice thundered, the end of Mjöllnir's handle against the ground released sparks along the dirt and disappearing rubble, and his eyes blazed in a fury Loki should have been all too familiar with. "Do you not witness the pathetic joke you have played on me, or have you become senile during your imprisonment?! You have but moments to declare to me your reasoning behind my state, and the escape from your prison, or so help me I shall bind you once again!

"The earth below our feet will tremble and quake in a magnitude of which it has never experienced before, as the snake's venom will be boundlessly more potent sinking through your impudent lips! All amongst the nine realms will fear for you, capable of but imagining the snake's fangs resting against your insolent skin!"

Thor understood that this was uncharacteristic of him; to be so descriptive of a punishment to come; to be so readily eager to dish out the punishment... yet he didn't care. He didn't care that there was possibly some power that had released Loki willingly, or that someone else was behind all of this. He didn't care that there was a potential culprit no more than two feet away from him now, quietly snarling at the sky. A sense of tunnel vision had taken over Thor, leaving him concentrating only on the beast that was now annoyingly taller than him. This was undeniably Loki's work, and he was going to pay.

Loki glared at her, his eyes a fire of hatred at being called a God of Fools, “Know your place as I know mine.” He threatened them as he saw the sparks coming from the hammer. “no…it cannot be… is that Mjöllnir? What is that doing in the hands of…” he saw the look in the womans’ eyes, one exactly like Thors’, he had been on the end of that glare many of times before, it could not be Thor though could it?

His face twisted into a sneer at the mention of his imprisonment, and the threat placed on him. He remembered the pain and darkness all too well. “you know not what you are threatening, when Ragnarok comes it will be me who shall claim what is rightfully mine.” He remarked he knew now it was Thor, who else but his dear brother would say such things without thinking of the other options? “As for your state, dear Odinson, I know naught of what you speak. If you remember I was tied up in my sons’ entrails unable to cast even the simplest of spells, while you frolicked in the nine realms.” He spoke with a shake of his head.

It would not be uncommon for him to lie about his tricks and deceit, after all that was his nature. It would also not be too surprising if he had managed somehow to slip out of his bindings. “How is the Old fool Odin?” he asked him, mocking Odin to his sons face. He felt the fire rise in him, one of anger and hatred… he despised Thor with all his being.

Loki glanced again at the unknown woman who was staring at the sky, “and Odinson, have you not thought that may haps I had nothing to do with it? That another did?” he asked in an attempt to deflect the suspicions off of him as he looked around the Arena, information… he needed more information. “You there, wench. Where do you hail from and who are you?” he snippily asked her. He was…annoyed, that much was for certain, but he was also thinking. Of what? No one but he knew.

Anthony

Anthony raised an eyebrow, his quick eyes taking in the two matching tattoos. He idly wondered what the number meant exactly, but he didn't care enough to ask at the moment. His eyes followed where she pointed and he raised an eyebrow. "A therapy pet? What is he, exac-" His words were interrupted by the arrival of another man. He turned to eye the newcomer, his gaze noticing the cats standing around him. He had to hold back the urge to kick one and send it screeching down the hall.

Anthony looked back up at the other guy's face, quickly folding up the sheet of paper he'd been drawing on and sliding it into his back pocket. He waited for Andrasteia's answer, a soft chuckle escaping his lips at her words. "Found the parties early, have you?" he asked, figuring the guy was already so trashed that he had no idea where he was. "You, my friend, are at the finest place of learning in the good ole' US. Don't worry, sometimes I try to forget too."

He ran a hand through his hair, readjusting the pencil behind his ear. "I'm Anthony, and this is And-Adrasteia, I believe." He glanced back to the woman, smiling sheepishly, unsure if he had said her name right or not.

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Aphrodite

Aphrodite finally finished the string of curses she had been sending to Zeus and brought her eyes back to the odd pair in front of her. She had never been so confused in her life. They were speaking some sort of gibberish; talking about Ragnarok and Odin.. She blinked and shook her head. This goddess did not like being out of the loop.

But when the arrogant man turned to her and called her a wench… She lost it. "You DARE speak to me so? I am Aphrodite, dog! I am a goddess of Mount Olympus, and I will not suffer your insolence!" She stepped up and reached out to touch the staff that he held so lovingly in his hand, watching as it began to turn into a simple walking stick. A smug look crossed her face as she watched him observe her powers. Just as it seemed the staff had been completely changed, a giant, white rose bloomed out of the top.

Aphrodite stepped back and crossed her arms, satisfied with her work. Her gaze popped over to the strange woman and her giant hammer, but the woman hadn't seemed to turn her own anger on Aphrodite, so she looked back to the man. "Hmph, no, I suppose you wouldn't have had anything with bringing me here. You clearly are an idiot." Her anger had abated somewhat and switched her weight to her other foot, reaching up to flick her long hair back over her shoulder before putting her hands on her hips and waiting for the man's response.

"Know your place as I know mine," he demanded. Of course, after a glimpse of the beastly hammer and a look at Thor's eyes, Loki was able to recognize even such a drastically different appearance. Nevertheless, Loki refused to call Thor by name, and still pleaded innocence. Realistically, he could never have gone to such insane measures for a practical jo—ah, screw it, he'd definitely do it for the shits and giggles, and with any chance to speak he'd have manipulated someone into helping him escape from his hell with that snake... or at least take the snake away.

"How is the old fool, Odin?" he asked mockingly. Odin had the wisdom of the ancients to his name, so challenging him was a death wish to your mental health should he have given a damn. Thor himself couldn't have formed any harder of a scowl than he'd had already, so his anger over this was drowned out easily. It was only when Loki attended to the lady nearby that Thor's face had returned to a more stoic appearance as he tried to recompose himself. Loki quickly snapped out a question that, at least in these days to the humans, sounded sexist. With both of the gods almost reduced to the same status as a Midgardian, there must have been some risk to this.

Thor was almost pleasantly surprised, though, when the "wench" transformed Loki's magical scepter into nothing more than a cane. While the trickster could just turn it back without a problem, this was something Thor nearly... giggled, over. He managed to stifle it before it began once he realized that Mount Olympus is a location he'd never heard of.

"Miss... Aphrodite," he started, rather annoyed by his own voice, "we do not know of the land you mention, though it is clear you are no natural resident of Midgard. We hail from the realm of Asgard, home of the gods and honorable warriors slain through warfare as they prepare for their final battle in Ragnarök." The woman seemed confused by many of his words, but this didn't deter him from trying to reach an understanding, and hopefully a solution to their situation.



While a few of the gods had already reached their destination and taken to quarreling, one had taken time to enjoy himself and entertain, playing a trumpet and a sax around the city. Frequently, though, as soon as he'd finished his song, ladies (and some men) chased him out to other locations. Finally, when he thought he'd caught a break after four incidents to play again in safety (fifth time's the charm, right?)... (Right?)

"There he is!"

"Oh dear." And so, our hero is running from his adoring fans once more. "I am not interested in getting mauled today!"

Loki listened to the woman ramble about being a Goddess of Love, preposterous he knew that was Freya, but… perhaps. Ah the gears in his head were turning. When his staff was turned however the fire in his eyes brighten as he slammed the walking stick down changing it back into his weapon, the rose shattering as the blades came back out. “I am no Dog, and like you I will not suffer insults or insolence, I am Loki Laufeyjarson the God of Magic, Fire, Chaos and cunning I would not cross me. I live in Asgard, though the Aesirs would rather I not be there. As for bringing you here, as you said I would have nothing to do with it, I wouldn’t waste my time.” He hissed out, she possessed magic yes but so did he.

He knew not to waste it, well for now, on one upping this wench. He needed to think. “clues… I need clues.” he thought to himself as he closed his eyes thinking, “whomever sent us here must have had a reason to do so, they would not want us here just for a whim… but a reason, unless that reason is entertainment… but what reason? No that is not what is needed right now, I shall think about that after I found out the first step. Think… it is a puzzle and we need the first piece.” he thought, “Observe your surroundings… there may be something here.” he thought to himself as he opened his eyes.

He listed to Thor give an explanation about Ragnarök, a battle he intended to win. He spotted something in the corner of his eyes and walked over to it, ignoring the two for now. He reached the wall that had caught his eye as he placed a pale hand on it, he whispered something softly as he saw the rune for his name blaze up as the brick vanished. He pulled out a box that was engraved with the image of a snake, one he recognized to be his son Jormungand.

He shook his head at that as he opened it, pulling out key on a metal chain unknown to him… it was not from Asgrard nor was it from Earth. Odd. He looked back to the two as he made the box vanish, again the arena seemed to repair itself. “I suggest you find yours.” He remarked as he held the other item from the box, a letter written in Norse Runes, “Loki Laufeyjarson, you are to be sharing the dorm building with Anthony, Dionysus, and Amor. Behave yourself, you will also be taking classes with everyone so do not try anything foolish.” the note read. Loki only scoffed at that as he set the note ablaze in green fire, only ashes remained when he put it out. He was not going to leave the arena yet though, something told him he should wait, besides there may be more clues around here.

Aphrodite watched her little work of magic become undone by the arrogant man, who then went off on a rant about just who he was and where he came from. She didn't understand a word of it, other than the fact that he thought he was the God of Magic, Fire, Chaos, and Cunning. She let out a snort. He was just so proud of himself.

The little woman ignored this… Loki Lofjerson, or whatever his name was, and turned now to the woman who stood nearby. She seemed to explain things much better- and more politely- than the man. "Midgard? What is Midgard?" she asked, the word rolling awkwardly off her tongue. Her eyes slid down the woman and back up, evaluating whether or not she would be a threat. She seemed friendly enough. Then, a thought came to her mind, as she remembered the other one- Loki- calling him… ah, Oderson or something of the sort. "How is it you know one another? And... you are… a man?" Aphrodite asked, her Grecian accent tilting her words as she spoke. "You make a truly lovely woman."

She flicked her hair over her shoulder and, in true Aphrodite fashion, stepped up to the other, slightly taller woman, and leaned close to peer at her. "Whoever made this form was very kind to you." She slowly made a small circle around the… man-woman, her arm brushing up against… -her as she walked. She reached up to play with the strawberry blonde hair, then continued back around to stand in front of her once more. "I wonder what you look like as a man," she thought aloud, her lips tugging into a grin.

Aphrodite finally turned to see what Loki was up to. Apparently he had found something of interest and assumed that they all had some such box like he had held in his hand. She let out a huff and spun away, though a flash of light on the wall a few feet away from him caught her eye. She hurried over to see her own name engraved in the wall, and she reached up to brush her fingers over it. The brick disappeared as Loki's had, and she pulled out a box with a dove inlaid with silver on the lid. She opened the box to pull out her own key and note. "Behave yourself, Aphrodite. Go to class, learn, and spend time with the others. Your dormitory building will be shared with Elysia, Nyx, Adrasteia, and Freya."

"Nyx! And Adrasteia!? No… not my dear Adrestia." Aphrodite gasped. Those were the only names she'd thought she had recognized on the list. "Zeus! You think this amusing?!" she called out to the sky. "As if I don't have better things to do than go to classes!" She let out a dramatic sigh, tucking the box away and turning back to the other woman, swinging key around her hand. "Well, if we are stuck here… Would you like to be my roommate? I'm not sure whether you are Elysia, Adrasteia, or Freya… But I can help you with…" And she waved her hand around, indicating all of the awkward woman standing in front of her. "…Being a woman."

Oh no, Loki's bragging about himself again. Unlike Loki, Thor had no intention of revealing his actual identity when it was highly unlikely none would recognize him. Just as well, he wouldn't have wanted anyone to recognize him as his cheeks started to turn red. Aphrodite had complimented and begun examining him from head to toe, getting dangerously close in the meantime, and while he had wanted to say, "Please refrain from making contact with me," he couldn't get the words out of his mouth as the woman teased his hair. It was almost unbearable, had Aphrodite not been quite a beauty herself.

Thor was able to take a breath when Aphrodite was interested in Loki's actions again, this time with them involving the latter finding a small box. Of course, while Aphrodite received her own, Thor was given no special box; rather, it was a note strung against Mjöllnir's shaft that had managed to get there while he was occupied.

Hello, Thor—or should I say, "Elysia", as that will be your name during your stay here as a semi-human. As much as it may displease you, you shall also take up residence in the women's dormitories, instead of the men's with your father's brother. I am expecting you to behave yourself in their company, as you will find a familiar face; she, however, will not recognize you, just as with Loki. For the sake of your dignity and the respect you have from others—knowing Loki already has none whatsoever—I recommend that you learn how to be a woman so you can keep it that way.

There was a signature near the bottom of the paper, yet it was too scribbled to read.

Why, he asked himself, do I feel as though I should have Freya's head for this foolishness?

He was snapped out of a near-trance for the second time today by Aphrodite, watching her awkwardly gesture to his anti-feminine posture and the oddity of a woman holding a battlehammer almost as tall as her.

Dejected, defeated and disheartened knowing it would be some time before finding a cure to this madness, Thor sighed out, "I... I suppose I have no alternative."



Having lost his wings, the handsome young man had to rely on his stamina, and it was wearing thin until he found solace in a building with only a few vehicles around it. He thought it must have had few people to match. Once the coast was clear, he slipped inside through a door that was left propped open, finding himself facing a small group of people and various pocket-sized animals in no time flat. One of the group was noticeably familiar, but that was because he was stone-cold drunk. It wasn't uncommon to see people like Dionysus on this planet.

Out of breath for the most part, he simply asked in an almost relieved tone, "The hell's goin' on here?"

Aphrodite held back as another being entered the arena. The man addressed Elysia, and the goddess of love watched with amusement as the two seemed to head off. Whoever the woman had been as a man, she must have been a rather ferocious one. She was unmovable and that hammer… Well, it was interesting indeed.

But then the new man walked away, headed- presumably- toward his own little message in the wall. Aphrodite watched as he walked awkwardly, and suddenly he had tripped and fallen flat on his face. Had he said he'd been a dragon? No wonder the poor creature was floundering on two feet. The little brunette made her way over to the newcomer and squatted down next to him. She ran a hand over his head and cooed, turning on all the charms she had as the goddess of love. "Oh, poor love," she said, clicking her tongue as he whimpered. "Do let me help you. I am Aphrodite, Goddess of Love of Mount Olympus."

Aphrodite took his arm and helped him up. And Zeus almighty, he was tall up close. She tilted her head back, gazing up at him with her big amber eyes, the gold bracelets she wore around her wrist jingling as she moved. "One foot in front of the other. You'll get the hang of it," she promised, offering him a dazzling smile.

"Mount Olympus? Thine mountain hast no meaning to me, where--" He cut off as the room spun again as if he were diving in an aerobatic display. His human knees buckled and he fell again, front foo-- er, hand clutched to his forehead. He was startled again at the sensation of hair and lack of horns or scales, but he realized he must look the weak fool right now, being helped by a wench... But she was a nice wench nonetheless... "I shalt accept thine aide, mistress," he affirmed softly as he tried standing again. Her voice was soothing, and helped him to regain his strength and dignity. Dust from the floor stuck to his pale face and odd clothing. He scowled and tried to brush it off with his hand unheld by the mortal. He missed most of the time, but gained little thrills of pleasure when he managed to hit a smear of dirt on his plain red doublet and face. At least he wasn't completely useless.

"Mistress, thou shalt aide me to mine name," he ordered softly, still grateful for her succour yet displeased about being treated like a hatchling. Nothing was going right, and he was the weakest one in the room, it seemed. The only dragon was weaker than mortal humans. He hid the stabbing pain and vulnerability behind electric-blue slitted eyes and slowly moved "one foot in front of the other" as she had instructed.

Aphrodite stumbled a bit as well when the man fell once more. She frowned. What horrible immortal would do something like turning a fearsome dragon into a human? She herself hated being the part of a vulnerable mortal, but at least she still had the same basic appearance. She would have been a thousand times more angry if she were in another form. "Mount Olyumpus," she answered as she helped Dewi up once more, an arm around his waist so that he might lean on her if needed, "Is above us, high up in the sky, above the clouds, so that we may watch the mortals here on earth as they go through their lives. It is most beautiful, with waterfalls and green plants, and lovely fragrant flowers. The sun shines off the dwellings all day long, a beautiful golden color." She described her home longingly, though it did the place no justice. One just had to see it to understand.

Aphrodite looked up when he started brushing himself off, a small grin on her lips. She didn't help to brush him off, though. She knew the pride of a god, and if he was as he said he was, she wasn't about to insult him by licking her finger and wiping at the smudge on his nose, as much as she wanted to. The goddess got a smug look on her face when he ordered her to help him; but she let the insult drop, for she had clearly already made that decision. "And… which is your name, Master Dragon?" she asked, eyeing the wall. It all looked like gibberish to her.

"Dewi, Welsh Dragon God of Lore." He gestured to the four symbols on the wall as if it were obvious, the runes spelled the pronunciation "Deh-wee" in bold font, very unlike the scratched symbols on the walls of his cave. "How art the runes so clear? None's talons art that steady, nor tapered thus..." He looked down at his pale hand with anger, wishing desperately for his talons to return. He missed his size, the warmth that lived inside of him, everything that a dragon is and loved had been taken from him without warning nor care. He swore revenge on whomsoever had done this to him, swift and painful revenge.

A stumble yanked him from his violent thoughts, but he managed to catch himself with the help of the wench next to him. He looked down on her with a stoic expression and carried on. His composure was back, and he would not allow himself to slip and be weak again.

They approached the wall, carefully, with his inhuman eyes locked on his bare mortal feet. He watched as the new pink things moved at his command, shaky and unbalanced. "How canst these beings move about with such ease?" he growled, hurt pride yanking at his heartstrings cruelly. They eventually reached the wall, and he was forced to look up at the engraving. New fury was engendered at his pitiful height and he growled deep in his chest. It came out as more of a "gnurrrrrr" and not anywhere near as deep as a dragon's growl was meant to be. He was in a downwards spiral of fury, each new thing adding to his draconic rage, until he bared his talons and swiped harshly at the wall, expecting it to crumble under his will, but instead being forced to yelp in pain as his human fingers screamed in protest at the forceful impact. The letters glowed nonetheless, and a small box protruded from the wall. He glared at it and roared, more pitiful than anything thus far. He wouldn't touch it, and turned to put his wingless back to face the silver box in the wall.

Loki only listened to the others as he turned to a new noise, he held his staff at the ready, he maybe more of a brains of brawn type of person, but he could fight. He did not care much for this Aphrodite or Thor, though with Thor it was his own reasons, when a new man burst in he only sighed, “…another I assume and again not for Asgard.” He muttered at the stumbling fool as he made his staff disappear, finding him to be no threat. He watched as he was pushed aside by Thor and smirked, “You seek answers to your questions? And what makes you think I have them?” he asked as he rubbed his temple, there are no answers here and I am famished… I have not feasted in centuries.” He explained as he brushed past Thor and the new man as he headed towards the door, “Perhaps if we explore we shall find what we seek.” He then walked out the door heading for the cafeteria.

At the mention of food, Dewi's stomach informed him that it was a good idea. He winced at the rumbling, feeling like the weak mortal he was. He had just eaten seven cows, how was he hungry?! Another pitiful growl issued forth before he looked longingly at the door the black-haired human had gone through. He wanted nothing more than to be back to his previous form. Whoever had done this would pay. Dewi swore it. Ignoring the box from the wall, it's shiny silver calling to him to stroke it, hoard it, hide it, he stumbled towards where the man was headed. "I shalt dine," he said in explanation to the woman beside him.

Thor almost laughed when Dewi had attempted to make himself look intimidating. It was pathetic, trying to strike fear in the strongest of the gods, especially when he stumbled trying to adjust to his new body. Aphrodite showed mercy, however, helping the poor man up once he fell. Twice.

He couldn't help himself when Loki noted his hunger, joining as the latter left to make sure he stayed in sight. "You must be dying of starvation, missing the wonderful nourishment of the snake's venom." His tone changed soon after. "We should not be looking for food, but the cause of this dilemma." Even as humans themselves, Thor didn't believe the humans' food would fill them up well, and returning to his former glory was at the top of his priorities.

"Surely despite your imprisonment your snarky sarcasm hasn't deteriorated. When do you intend to start throwing jokes and insults or witty retorts, or devise a way out of this situation? Or is your mind really so fixated on the prospect of eating?"



"Amor", huh? That was a name he could get behind. Seeing that Dionysus recognized him relieved Eros' heart some. He wasn't going to be alone stuck on Earth, even if the only man who knows him is at minimum partially inebriated 24/7. At least he wasn't slurring as badly as he could be.

"Dio, how are you hungry? I could've sworn you ate a horse a few hours ago." That was literal, by the way.

So... this was a college. Well, if you can't get the hell off the planet, join 'em, right? Maybe he'll find a band to play with.

Aphrodite

Aphrodite sighed. Typical men. Hungry. Always hungry. She herself ate very little. Bites here and there, unless a lover was feeding her or she feeding him. Perhaps a feast every once in a while. Special occasions. But the man at her side still needed her assistance, and he apparently had his mind set on getting food.

"Right… So, food, I suppose," she grumbled. Then she tilted her head up to look at him, glaring slightly. "But don't think that just because you're a dragon you can go ordering me around!"

With that, she began to lead him toward the door so that they might follow Loki.

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Anthony

Anthony tilted his head back to glower at the man who had called him Andy. "It's Anthony. Not Andy. Not Tony. Just, Anthony." He let out a sigh and, instead of moving toward the office, he headed for the cafeteria. If they wanted food, then fine. "And no, I don't have the room assignments. I know my room, but I don't know where you all are staying."

He strode down the hall, still flipping the pencil through his fingers as he walked. Finally, Anthony spotted the cafeteria up ahead. "Alright, folks. Who's hungry?" he asked. He stepped up and pushed one of the double doors open and held it there so everyone could file in. "Go and get it." And then go be weird by yourselves, he thought.

Loki could feel Thors’ glare as if it was palpable object, he clenched his teeth at the remark as he hissed out to him, “I do not miss the venom of the serpent, it seems you provide just as pleasant company Odinson.” He closed his eyes as if trying to get the memory out of his head, though he knew it would be futile. At the mention of trying to find the cause of this…’dilemma’ a smirk lit his pale face. “Oh I am thinking about that…” he thought, though honestly he did not really care. And why should he? He had his power here, he could walk and eat. There was no venom to be dripped on him, why if it wasn’t for the nuisance of these other…people, Thor especially, then he may have been able to have some…fun, well fun for him.

He chuckled a bit at Thors’ last remark. “ Deteriorated? Oh no it has not, I assure you of that, Odinson. As for devising a way out of this situation… why? Why would I? After all I have the pleasure of seeing you in a dress. Though this time it actually fits on you.” He snapped back. “Ah if only Sif was here to see this. By the way how is her hair?” he asked him, “Still gold? She did look much better with her dark as night hair.” He added, he was of course referring to the time he shaved Thors’ lovers head, he was bored then and wanted to play a prank.

Of course he had paid dearly and had to give Odin, Thor, and Sif a gift so he wasn’t choked to death by Thors’ meaty hands… and then he had his mouth sown shut for a few months, which was better than the alternative of having his head lobbed off, and thankfully with him being the trickster god he had managed a way around that.