Zeus – Brandon Stone

Olympia (Electric Company)

Brandon listened to Mason’s irrelevant dribble-drabble about beasts he’d slain. What did that have to do with him stealing from the gods and cursing the humans with power they didn’t understand? His crime was greater than any beasts he’d ever slay.

“Your words mean nothing to me, Mason,” he enlightened. “My son Heracles has slain the Hydra single-handedly. Gorgons; Perseus, and harpies mean nothing to me. We gods are not here to deal with such beasts. We are here to put you Titans in your place!”

Brandon frowned deeply when Mason claimed that he needed him. Funny. There hadn’t been a situation in years, decades, centuries, nor millennia when he had ever needed the help of a fool such as him. “Then become a human for you’ll do more good as one than as a Titan and a god. I accept no help from thieves!”

Clinching his fists in rage as chains of lightning began to wrap his form, the office lamps flickered ecstatically. Cynthia glanced up once more at the ceiling lamps, praying for them not to go out. Brandon’s body flashed and the image of Zeus’s giant form flickered before the Titan’s eyes. His white hair flared and two bolts were gripped solidly in his hands. He heard in the distance, the cry of a familiar beast that caused his lips to roll back as he bore his teeth at Mason like a feral hound.

“Last chance. Leave my office or I’ll smite you down!” he bellowed. The storm had arrived and darkened the skies in his growing fury. The Father was not to be tested.

Hades – Dmitri Ruslan

Giovanni’s Italian Ristorante

Dmitri smirked devilishly at her reaction to his kiss. He must have lit an erotic spark inside her. He scooted across the seat, rising from the same door she left. He wanted to light more than just a spark within her. The mafia boss stepped away from the Ford, reaching a hand inside his coat to remove his shades. He parted the legs and slid them on his face before he walked over to his delicate flower, offering his arm for her to take. The businessman then escorted her to the doors of the restaurant, opening them for her to slip within as opera filled their ears: Pavarotti, Caruso, Carreras, Bocelli, Björling…

The waiter stood before them behind a podium as he took one glance at Willow, and then the ominous man that stood next to her so protectively. He could feel the tension like a wall of water—sensitive to the slightest trigger. “Welcome, welcome; two, yes?” the waiter questioned.

“Sì,” Dmitri answered.

“Ah! Lei parla italiano?” the waiter questioned in surprise.

“Sì, parlo anche latino, greco, russo ...”

“Questo è meraviglioso! Per favore, vieni. Vi offro solo il meglio.”

Dmitri walked with Willow to a booth where they could dine in pseudo-seclusion and have a view of the outside. As he took a seat, he glanced up at the sky as dark clouds rolled in. It made him frown suspiciously as he recognized the storm to be caused by none other than his brother. The waiter gazed up at the sky and shook his head.

“Sembra che sarà un altro giorno terribile.”

“Passerà.”

The waiter removed from his apron two menus that he set before Dmitri and Willow. “Un cameriere sarà con voi, sia a breve. Ancora una volta, benvenuti!”

Dmitri nodded before he removed his shades, tucking them away. They had only been necessary for his smooth and stunning entrance. He was indeed a show off, and he didn’t mind being one in front of the woman he loved.

Those honey halos lifted to regard Willow, taking her by the eyes. “I will get us a bottle of Sauvignon blanc or do you prefer a darker wine? Cabernet Sauvignon?”

Aggie was one who didn't enjoy mistakes.

Especially the careless ones, the ones mortals made, those are the ones that pissed her off the most. Of course, the young adult was only part of this civilization. She had to fit in, or people would notice. That would be the biggest imperfection there was. She made her way down the concrete sidewalk, with a bundle of leashes wrapped around her wrist. At the end, were dogs, nothing less or more. There were six of them to be exact. Two Beagles, one Pomeranian, one Husky, a Yellow Lab, and a St. Bernard.

The owners of each of them must of knew each other. They were all named after a Greek God or Goddess. Sure, the irony made her giggle. It was pretty awkrard walking a beagle named Artemis. It felt like she was walking herself. That didn't make much sense to her.

She, of course, had a problem with those around her. They failed to watch their step, stepping haphazardly into her way. Some made her trip, some shoved against things. "Idiots." She hissed under her breath, shaking the brunnette bangs out of her eyes. She felt as if a pair of eyes were on her. She quickly scanned the area, before catching sight of a young man. Seemingly her age, with light brown hair, it fell into his eyes, hanging loosely around his ears. He shot a smile a her. Not a charming one, a sleazy one.

The guy approached her, with a nonchalant look on his face. Like he already had won her over. Not going to happen. She shot him a look. You manwhore. The dogs anxiously squirmed at her feet.

"Hey, if I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together." He shot at her, raising his eyebrows, mischief gleaming in his eyes.

"There's no need for that. N and O are already together." She retorted, icily. He backed away, defeated. The stranger was basking in his own arrogance. Besides, even if she wanted to, she couldn't. She was the goddess of virginity. Physically impossible to break that, even for a god. Agatha continued on her way, with the dogs, pretending nothing had ever occured in the few minutes between blocks.


(Sorry, I couldn't get on..)

Apollo had a slow morning, or rather, a slow afternoon. By the time he'd left the main living room at the Pegasus manor it was a few hours after noon. "The lights are on, and I'm the only one home" he said, turning off the TV. He was watching Doctor who, a favorite show of his other than kids cartoons shown on cartoon network. The show interested him because of the idea of a man (Gallifreyan alien actually) who could regenerate after being badly injured was odd to him. He realized that it really was just so that the TV execs could bring in a new actor after the previous had gotten too old, but the TV illusion that he saw through was still interesting to him. but he didn't want to over-analyze the show, he enjoyed the thought of a man traveling time and space wearing a bow tie.
He headed back into his room, humming along to a song that had recently been stuck in his head. He passed quickly through the room and went to the small patio. He didn't call it a patio, it was just a small 2x2 sort of thing with railing that every room had. He looked down, being on the second floor. "Shake me down, not a lot of people left around, who knows now, softly laying on the ground" he softly sang. He had a voice that melted hearts, written songs that made people feel more emotion than they ever thought they would, written songs in his sleep that would put most modern artists to shame, but never took credit or told people outright he had a great voice. It wasn't that he was embarrassed or anything like that of his abilities, he just liked seeing humans shine. He started thinking about music in general. He didn't favor one genre over another, but he did have certain ones he was more eager to listen to. a song that Cage the Elephant wrote called Shake Me Down had been stuck in his head for days. Songs like Here comes my baby by Cat Stevens or This diamond ring by Gary Lewis and the Playboys also constantly swarmed his head.
Apollo felt the heat leave and saw clouds start to get closer and closer to the city. "Somebody's angry" he muttered, frowning that his dad was covering up the sun. Apollo just rolled his eyes and started humming "Here comes the Sun" and willing the sun to shine brighter. He felt the heat go up, some of the clouds cleared directly under the sun but not much happened. I can't do much in this form, can I? he thought to himself. "Daddy-O must be really mad" he said, looking at the small spot where the sun was showing.
Adrik stood out there basking in the small spot of sun. His skinny chest was still bare, and his hair was a wild brown mess as usual. He thought of something to do for the day and smirked with an idea. He went back into his room and looked at the guitars hanging on the wall. He grabbed the classic red Gibson SG on the wall and a small portable amp that ran on massive batteries. His thin arms grabbed the body and he held it out in front of himself, proud. He set the guitar on his bed, grabbing a Triforce T shirt, a bright teal jacket, and a pair of black sandals. Putting the small amp on a strap and slipping it on his shoulder, plus a messenger bag filled with other things he carries around, he grabbed the case he put the SG in and got out of the Pegasus manor as quickly as he could.
Adrik liked walking, he didn't like the fumes that come out of cars and he wanted to stay fit. Carrying his equipment quickly tired his arms though. "I can shoot an arrow over 500 yards with pinpoint accuracy, but can't carry a damn guitar and amp" he muttered to himself, with a grim smirk. He was only heading to a close pavilion. It was a few hours after noon, late enough so that people start hanging out randomly in pavilions but not dark yet. Adrik sat on the edge of a fountain in the middle of the square. He got everything together quickly, hooking up his guitar and amp and opening his guitar for tips. He cleared his throat, shook out his hair and stood up on the edge of the fountain. He started picking quickly
"In the midnight moonlight I'll be walking a long and lonely mile.
And every time I do, I keep seeing this picture of you.
Here's comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it comes as no surprise to me, with another guy.
Here's comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that's all so fine,
Never could be mine, no matter how I try."
He started out the song, The amp loud and his voice louder. He constantly worked on projecting his voice and this was good for him. People started approaching, throwing quarters and single dollar bills into his guitar case. He smiled brightly, performing was a favorite thing to do for him, and he liked seeing how happy him playing made people. It wasn't to the point where people had sudden epiphanies and their depression was cured, but it still made people happy. Plus, it wasn't everyday that people got to see the god of music performing for free.

'Can you see the joker flying over
As she's standing in a field of clover
Watching out everyday
I wonder what would happen if he took her away'

"Hand eye coordination girls! I'll repeat this only once so pay attention; Pirouette right for eight counts into a grande plié, bend low and tondue. Hold for 3 counts then bring it around to a pencil spin on relevé, leap out of it and...pose." Hermaine Diaktros stared wide-eyed as the Russian instructor flew across the room into a serious of complicated ballet steps. To a trained child performing these steps was a stroll in the park, but to Hermaine it was like she was about to rumble with Ares. 'How the hell did I get in this mess?' She sat cross legged on the polished wooden floor staring into her reflection, medium length red hair, green eyes, and her boobs practically popping out of the black leotard. Her hands groped at the flesh in disbelief, decades before she was the herald messenger Hermes roaming the globe delivering messages from far to wide, now she was in a dance studio wearing tights.

"Miss Hermaine! If you wanted to adjust your....undergarments, proceed to adjust it in the bathroom not in front of the children!" Rijanna spoke out with a thick accent almost making every word into her own language. She stood with perfect posture despite her age with one hand placed on her hip as another made an exaggerated 'No'.'The nerve of Miss Hermaine disrupting my lessons.' Rijanna tilted her head back to analyze her reflection, hair in a tight bun, fitting clothes, chest out butt in, and light pink ballet shoes. Perfect.

Hermaine glanced back at the teacher gussying herself up now a foot away from the mirrors,'Conceited witch.' She walked to the colorful cabinets holding everyone's belongings and bent down so that she could unlock her cubby. Aphrodite had called urgently that she needed a letter to be delivered at a dance company, Hermaine refused but in the end she somehow found herself giving the letter to Rijanna. It appeared to be an approval letter that she take classes twice a week. Before she could bail Rijanna pulled her in a tight embrace and shooed her to get the leotard at the back that had been ordered. Two hours of torture and vigorous routines should have drove those mortal children to their graves.

Out of her dance clothes and into an ivory babydoll dress, Hermaine checked with the desk clerk to delete her name from their system. The desk clerk was a pudgy man that didn't seem to give a damn about the world. His fingers tapped lazily on the keyboard as he typed in Diaktros, minutes felt like hours until he finally made his way over to the Delete key.

So I'll tell you all the story
'bout the joker and the thief in the night

He's always laughing in the midst of power
are we living in the final hour
there is always sweet in sour

So, we are not goin' home
Can you see the joker flying over
As she's standing in a field of clover--

Hermaine dug through her bag trying to remember which pocket she dumped her phone in. Ironic how her ringtone was the same song the routine was on. She finally found her phone nestled under a few water bottles and snacks, the caller Id blinked [Olympia].

"Hello?" Hermaine raised her voice's pitch adding the impression of a delicate female. She pushed her way through the double doors leading to a main street of tourists and civilians.

"Miss Hermaine, Mr. Stone told me to inform you there will be rib-eye tonight." She processed disgust in the way Cynthia pronounced her name, there was also a hint of jealousy when her Father's name was spoken. Hermaine couldn't help a small laugh at the caller,'Should I play along?'

It took her a lot of control to stop herself from laughing as she thought out her response. "Tell Brandon I'll be there tonight. It's never a party without me." Hermaine was the best liar in California, but anything close to flirting was way out of her expertise. She bumped shoulders with a stranger causing her bag to drop spilling out all her belongings. Hermaine disconnected the line and bent down to as far as her dress would take her. The stranger dropped his brief case and bent down to help recollect her things. "I'm really sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going. Here." He was in a white suit with a black tie, the small silver plate on his tie read Prada, instantly she connected the dots.

Hermaine grabbed the bag and slung it over her petite shoulders, just before he was about to walk around she tripped on a crack in the pavement about to fall. The pain she was bracing for never came, he instinctively held tightly on her waist. Hermaine pushed against his chest to get some distance between them, her face was as red as a tomato against her pearl white complexion. The man adjusted his suit then grabbed his suitcase and walked faster to make the crossing light, he tried not to acknowledge what had just happened.

"L.A. is too good to be true." Little did he know her fall was planned to get close enough for her to reach his pockets. Since she first bumped into him, he had all the signs of a wealthy lawyer done to his gelled back hair. As soon as he caught her, she placed a hand inside his front pocket where she guessed his car keys were placed. The bulge was a dead give away, and a key was outlined against the fabric. Normally walking wasn't a problem but after the hell her legs went through with Rijanna, physical activities weren't an option. "Bingo." A few cars over a white Bugatti Veyron's headlights flashed when she clicked Unlock. Hermaine crossed the street and hopped in the car, the last time she drove was sometime in the 80's.

"Okay, then," Mason said, still ignoring the rage of the god. He'd seen and experienced far worse while watching his brother, Atlas, fight. And Typhon...Mason almost shuddered. But he'd sparred with Typhon on occasion, recently of course, and could hold his own if he used everything in his arsenal. The gods had almost been forced to bend before Typhon's rage. Mason was not effected by Zeus.

Standing, Mason turned and walked away. "What an idiot," he said aloud, making sure Zeus heard him. "I thought information on the enemy was always welcome, even to more powerful generals. Seeing that you'd turn away information on Iapetus and Typhon as they move around the city, or where the Titans' headquarters are, or even my help with the monsters that will probably at least take out an army or two each of human allies in the coming war, I guess there's no reason for me to be here."

Just before he left, Mason turned and flickered into Prometheus for a few moments. "Oh yeah," he said, fire falling from his form like liquid, making a large and growing pool beneath him. "And Typhon, nasty bastard. He's gotten a bit stronger since your last fight. I wouldn't be surprised if he ripped you a new one alone. I mean, without Iapetus and Atlas and Cronos backing him up or calling the shots. Just saying, you might want to prepare for a beating is all."

And then Mason left, barely changing back to human form in time to avoid frying the secretary. Still, he probably smelled like smoke. 'Jackass,' he thought as he entered the elevator again. 'I try to offer my help with a little peace offering of a few dead monsters and he spits in my face. Maybe he didn't notice those harpies across the way...wait, shit!'

As soon as the elevator hit ground floor, Prometheus launched himself out and flew outside. There, not far away, two harpies were flying away, evil grins on their faces. "Oh HELL NO!" Mason roared, taking off in a run. He chased them to the edge of the city. They knew that he could tag them easy if they got in range...or too close to a building. Mason had been studying free running and parkour, so wallrunning up twenty stories wasn't out of the question.

But Prometheus was nothing if not adaptable. He spotted something so sweet he had to smile. Three buildings in a row, each slightly larger than the one before it. Prometheus got a running start then jumped, landed on the first building and jumped again. He landed on the third, and just as the harpies looked back to get a bead on him, he launched himself in the air and spun. His chains changed into a massive scythe that, with a twirl, cleaved through both harpies in one slice.

'Thank Styx,' Mason thought. 'Wait a sec...where am I landing?'

He looked down to see a very expensive, very nice, very badass looking Rolls Royce sitting at the end of his flight path. "Well damn," said Mason. "Screw it, man. OORAH!" Mason roared as he flew towards it, melding his liquid metal weapons around his arms and holding them in front of him in an X. He impacted so hard that the ground cracked, but he was unharmed. His arm was snapped out of the socket and his elbow joint on the left arm was reversed, but he didn't notice it much. He was too busy sniffing the air. "I smell goddess," he muttered. "Oh, Styx, did I just...crap."

Mason turned to see what he was sure was Athena strolling around the beach. She had to have been alerted to his presence by the massive splash down. 'This will not go well.'

Ares felt a disturbance in the air, as if cry for war was made and then all of a sudden silenced. This cry which he knew only he in his proximity heard. "Typhon...damn." Looking out the window he observed the clouds overhead which also recognised as unique. He gritted his teeth at this; "dear old Dad" was probably making a scene. Ares was quick to find his phone and call his dads office on a direct line to him. This was so that Zeus would know that the call was most definately important not to go through his secretary and directly to the god. He got the answering machine first, and in frustration shouted, "Dammit what the fuck is goin' on? Pick up the phone, I know there's shit happening. Didn't you even hear Typhon?" Seconds went by and no answer yet, "Stop shitting around I know you're there you old fart, I nead to know what the hell is happening."

Patience was never his best virtue. Ever.

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They appeared out of "nowhere" right at his feet and couldn't help but grin again, howver upon further inspection of them he could only sigh and shake his head, "Dammit you broke them already and now there's not much left for me to have fun with, oh well." He knelt down below them and wispered as if he were telling a grand secret to a trusted friend, "We will get to know each other quite well. I'm going to enjoy the experience, you should try and enjoy it too." The voice was gentle as if to calm someone, but of course that was a lie.

Hear the Ghost of Violence
Fear the God of Detriment

Coeus let out a throaty chuckle as he opened the door out of his car and stepped out into the front of Giovanni's restaurant. He smiled and then ran his scarred hand down across his chest, smoothing out any wrinkles in front of his shirt. "It's show time..." He muttered before walking towards the door of the restaurant and pulling them open.

He saw her almost immediately, following the sweet scent of her perfume that wafted around the room. Lilies. How like the springtime Goddess to smell like such a flower even in her human form. He wandered over towards where the happy couple were sitting and didn't hesitate the sit near her.
"Ha- I mean Dmitri, how long has it been my dear dear friend. You look well, have you been working out?"

The conversation with him was meaningless, but if prying ears were on them it would sound less odd then" Listen you annoying little God.." . He smiled towards Hades and then turned towards Persephone, or rather Willow as she was going by in her human form.

"My dear Hades...your wife looks simply ravishing. I could just eat her up ...". He smirked and gave her a wink, doing his best to give Hades any reason to explode, to give Persephone a chance to see how awful he really was.

Persephone let out a small chuckle as she watched the exchange of words between her husband and the waiter."That is something I've always envied about you. Your ability to speak such languages as always astounded me. " She smiled and then looked down at the menu and then paused as she heard the door of the restaurant open.

A Titan had entered. She stiffened almost immediately and inhaled sharply. She looked over towards Hades with half frightened and have worried eyes. She looked down at her menu and waited to see what the Titan would do.

He was heading this way, heading toward both Hades and Persephone's table. She shivered slightly as he came to sit next to her. Why was he here? What was it that he wanted? Persephone had never had anything to do with the Titans capture, and Hades didn't deal with many things dealing with the Gods anymore. So many questions ran through her brain and shuddered to think of what would happen should Hades be angered.
Coeus moved forward against her, causing the goddess to cringe and move away , her body pressing against the booth." "My dear Hades...your wife looks simply ravishing.
I could just eat her up ...". She froze completely as she heard the words and then looked back towards the Titan."I appreciate the compliment but my husband and I were about to eat so if you could please remove yourself from our company it would be greatly appreciated."

Her dark green eye moved back to focus on Hades. She gave him a small look that said "Don't get too angry..". She wasn't one for such useless bloodshed and the Titan hadn't done anything but attempt to anger her husband, a thing she did not understand.
Several other couple peered over towards their booth with curious eyes, probably wondering what was all the fuss about.

"Please....there's no reason to cause a scene here..."

It didn't take too long for Anette to feel a little disturbance in her own sanctuary. There was a piercing scream coming from a long distance area that was mostly capped off from the Santa Monica beach. Anette's ear perked at the banshee-like sound and sighed a little annoyed at the unwanted noise, "You've gotta be kidding me", she whispered, knowing she felt a human being tortured by the, "infamous" Cronus henchmen or in other terms, the Titans.

Soon enough they were going to be put back in their places and this time wiped out for good. It was just a matter of time that the three Fates sisters held in the palm of their hands with thin strands of cuttable string. Anette smirked lightly at the thought and began heading back to her Rolls Royce.

When she got within audible distance, Anette heard a loud thud that was close to her car. She began walking with much more vigor and soon enough, when she saw the car in her peripheral vision, one of the Titan's "go-between-er's", Prometheus, was smashed into it, "Prometheus....", she hissed softly as she tried to quell her own anger down.

She calmed herself down as best as she could and walked casually back to where Prometheus "totaled" her car. The least she could do was give him the satisfaction with being totally enraged by him; she needed to be at a calm level head, representing herself with absolute patience.

Besides, she could always get a new car let alone miraculously "fix it" herself but now was not the time to think about frivolous things. Now was the time to give Prometheus a piece of her mind. She finally approached him with her wreckage car and gave him a small smirk, "Happy that you smashed my car?", she asked him with a cool tone as she made her way around the now jalopy.

Her car looked so messed up that she was too embarrassed to look at it anymore so she snapped her finger and the jalopy instantly vanished. Anette shifted her gaze back to Mason, now giving him a serious stern look, "So what brings you here, by the way? Wanna give your two-cents into the long fought out quarrel between the gods and the Titans?", she calmly asked, putting her french manicured hands on her slender rounded hips.

Zeus – Brandon Stone

Olympia (Electric Company)

Brandon watched as Mason strode toward his office doors like a whiny, little bitch. He was pleased to have been spared the title of "the one who fired the shot that started the war." He knew that peace resided between the Titans and the gods for as long as none raised a weapon against the other. All it took was a spark and the fire would spread and be difficult to quell. The brunet marched across his office, seeing that Mason returned to the elevator. The Titan had muttered a threat about Typhon. They were all fools. The Titanomachy was not going to proceed the same way it had done ages ago, and if the Titans thought the gods were the same gods they had fought then, then they were sadly mistaken.

As Brandon stood in the doorway of his office, glowering hard at the Marine that disappeared into the elevator, Cynthia was staring at her employer with wide eyes. What had gone on in that room? The storm was beginning to dissipate, passing on as Brandon's anger subsided. He looked to Cynthia with a playful smirk as he asked, "See something you like?"

Cynthia turned her head away as her cheeks flushed. He made her so sick sometimes. With a clever grin, Brandon faced his office desk in time to hear that his cell phone was ringing. His brows jumped in startle as he jogged over to his suitcase and pulled out the Droid phone. He glanced over the name that was calling him, seeing Ares. He knew if that boy was calling him, then it was something urgent. He brought the phone to his ear and asked softly, "Ares, what is it?"

Mason stood straighter and cracked his neck, then back, as Anette walked up to him. He kept nodding and saying things like 'yeah, I know, stupid move' while she spoke and moved, but he looked massively uncomfortable. When she had finally stopped, he gave a half bow and said "Just give me a second, alright?"

With a quick hop, Mason rose slightly into the air and came down hard, slamming his dislocated shoulder into the ground and snapping it back into place. Then, with a yank, he again reversed his elbow back to its original position. "Damn that was uncomfortable," he growled. "Frickin harpies are all gonna die...oh, sorry."

Standing straighter, more formally, Mason addressed Anette directly and with a friendly manor. "I'm sorry about your car, goddess, but those harpies I just offed could have started this war early," he said, tone completely sincere. "And I honestly have nothing to say about either side of the fight. As long as the humans keep breathing and doing their thing, I'm good and content to sit out the slaughter. On that note, I didn't wake up today looking for a fight. I woke up trying to help you arrogant bastards win the war. Assuming you give a damn, any of you, I can pass on what I know to the goddess of wisdom and strategy instead of the chief god of idiocy. On that note, is Zeus always on that time of the month, or is it just when charritable double agent titans are around?"

Hades – Dmitri Ruslan

Giovani’s Italian Ristorante

Dmitri had been smiling softly at Willow as she giggled happily. He was glad she was enjoying herself. The second she noticed a Titan enter the restaurant was the same second Dmitri had turned his head and allowed a single, hazel eye to take in the poindexter that had strolled within. Daniel's reflection played off the boss's black pupil; spiraling into its depths, he scrutinized the Titan that had the audacity to enter the same restaurant as he and his love.

Slowly, Dmitri dismissed the man, bringing his left hand up to his hair as he passed his fingers through his dark, glossy layers before then stretching his arm across the back of the booth. His eyes closed and his jaw tightened as he heard the Titan's greeting and heard him slide into the seat across from him—next to his wife. It was obvious that the action performed by the Titan bothered Dmitri greatly. There was a long frown of displeasure on his face and the veins about his forehead were beginning to swell like tree branches.

The restaurant had been dimmer than when they had first entered, and as soon as the sky flashed silently with the storm that had crept overhead, the restaurant’s power had shut off as silence fell over the eating couples, and two seconds after, the lights returned. Dmitri's right hand was upon the table, his fingers curled about the pistol he always kept within his coat. Standing around the booth were two men dressed in suits and ties, standing like barriers to bar the uninvited guest from leaving. Just outside the bay window were two more suited gentlemen looking in with solemn expressions—their eyes shadowed with foreboding.

A smile tugged at Dmitri's lips, pulling them thinly into a deviant twist. There had been so many other gods the Titans could have fucked with. He shouldn't have been one of the first. The storm was clearing, allowing more light to pour in through the glass. With a muffled laugh from behind his smile, Dmitri opened his eyes to gaze upon Daniel as he informed, "I am not like my brothers nor am I like the rest." He spoke almost apologetically.

A waiter approached the booth, stepping between the two men that stood before it as though they weren't even there. He flashed a grin at the three and questioned, "Welcome. What would you all like to drink?"

Waving a gesture with the gun in his hand in Willow's and Daniel's direction, he first stated, "The lady and I will have a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. The gentleman won't be having anything. He unfortunately won't be staying long."

The waiter nodded with a grin as he complimented, "Good choice, Sir. I'll bring by a bottle in a moment."

The man went on his way and Dmitri's cold eyes seemed to grow heavy on the Titan across from him. None of the customers that ate around them seemed to react to the gun Dmitri openly held in his hand or to the men that stood around the booth for they couldn’t see what was playing out nearby. The mafia boss had his own men watching Willow, and those very men stood about the table.

The pistol was aimed at Daniel's chest and Dmitri's finger was on the trigger, his hand filling with potential energy as the impulse to release round after round upon the Titan became stronger and stronger. He wouldn't miss; and if he tried to use his love as a shield, the Titan's body would plunge so swiftly into Tartarus that it would deteriorate before it even hit. The God of the Underworld didn't play, and he was certain Coeus wasn't going to leave the restaurant alive. He'd make sure of it.

Hermaine hesitantly pressed down on the gas pedal with her heels, it had been so long since she came near to driving a car. There were the obvious functions that was never forgotten such as the brakes. "Relax Hermaine, we're just going to get Jeffrey out of the parking spot and very gently cruise down the road." Jeffrey? She rested her head against the steering wheel, her mind must be going insane if she named the stolen car. "What am I thinking Jeffrey? Of course I could do this! 'When faced with a challenge, go head in.' You with me Jeffrey?" Her fist came down on the horn and a few passerby's stared at the car. Hermaine could only imagine what they saw, a young female talking to herself and petting the car to end up slamming her fist down on the honk and fist pumping with a gladiator expression. It didn't matter, the car seemed to agree as it replied with a low grumble.

The Bugatti Veyron she hijacked was way past in technology with the average cars parked on the same block. The seats were leather with polished wood on the side, there were colorful buttons that light up surrounding the radio. She looked closer at the tiny white print that held a small description of each button, to her amazement there was a button for parallel parking. She searched Jeffrey for a button, notch, anything that would get her out of a parking spot. Nothing. A car in front of her jerked slightly as the driver was getting out, Hermaine looked exceptionally close as the driver turned the steering wheel, changing to drive, then it exited onto the road. She performed the same thing with the Bugatti Veyron, to her surprise fire wasn't set off, passerby's weren't running around and no one was injured.

She silently applauded her short triumph, "Hermes is on a role today, a few thousand more years and I'll be back in my rightful human form." The car swiftly rolled down Olympic Boulevard barely moving dodging a number of cars driving turning into her lane. A few honks and screams were rewarded after she noticed she was on the wrong lane, quickly changing she pulled up to Stoner Avenue. Her green eyes would notice messy brown hair and the tall figure of Adrik anywhere. The Bugatti Veyron signaled to double park a block from where he was playing, it would be a fast meeting before the authorities would notice the car to give her a ticket.

'Click, Clack, Click, Clack..'
Walking up a hill in red stilettos caused a dull pain shot in her right ankle. Hermaine cursed at the invention of heels, it was more of a weapon than shoes. She sped up her walking dodging tourists and subway grates. Music flooded the block entwining with Adrik's singing, she must have been a decent block away but it was as if he was right beside her. The song was dragging her in like a bee to honey, it was intoxicating for an acoustic. There was a way in Adrik's voice that made the song alive, he was the story teller and we were all children about to go to bed. Hermaine pushed through the crowd curious at what instrument he was using, "Adrik, what happened to the lyre I worked my ass to make from scratch? Forging a lyre using a tortoise shell isn't as easy as wood."

This sibling rivalry went way back to when Hermes was born. Zeus found nothing wrong with Hermes stealing Apollo's cattle but he still holds a grudge even after they exchanged items. Apollo's face of bewilderment when Hermes played the lyre was still fresh in his mind after all these years. They exchanged items promising each other of their future. She folded her hands and impatiently waited for his little showcase to end, "I...I need your help." Hermaine wanted to throw her bag at Adrik's smirk, as independent she was through all these thousand years, here she was asking her brother for help, he must be feeling like he won an Olympus Award.

Mason told Anette to be quiet for a minute so she rolled her eyes annoyed and folded her arms in displeasure. She watched the little things he had to do just to get his body back in "shape", "Oh boy....", she groaned. After he was done, Mason ranted saying he was neutral and then talked smack about the gods like they were "inferior" to the Titans. Anette just shook her head quietly and waited for him to finish his sentence before she spoke again.

When he was done babbling, Anette gave him a small smile, giving him the least of her care and emotions, "Well you know what, I have better things to do besides fight too. I mean, why is it worth it when in the end the three Fates sisters are going to determine the cause and affect with thin strands of breakable string but I suppose this can be very entertaining just to see how both side are going to make it out", Anette replied, smoothing her hair back coolly.

She took off her shades and put them between her blouse cleavage and instantly her lavender piercing eyes were on display "Not trying to be on either sides but it's ashame to see a large family fight over something so petty", she replied folding her arms again. She wasn't going to let him ruin her day and he certainly wasn't going to ruin her good-mood attitude.

Anette quickly noticed that her feet were bare so she snapped her finger and instantly she had her open-toed white stiletto heels back on. She gave Mason another nonchalant glance, "I'm very much tired at the situation; it makes my nerves throb and ache", she said while briefly smoothing her short pencil skirt down.

"I know you payed my father a visit earlier and I'm thoroughly impressed with how you dealt with him. But for future advice, if you don't want to hear him speak about his wrath being fallen upon you, I wouldn't pay him visits unannounced. Unless, of course, you want to hear him downgrade you more and take the brunt of his anger", she added smirking while looking out to sea.

"Nice job killing the harpies, by the way. They annoy the hell out of me too".

Mason shrugged at Anette's words. "I honestly don't feel King Lightning Bolt's anger anymore. A few hundred years of getting my guts ripped out by a big ass bird kinda dulled the senses, you know? And don't mention the harpies. Stupid little things would have told Iapetus about what I was doing and all hell would break loose. I'd like to avoid that, of course."

Then Mason turned to look at the spot where Anette's Rolls Royce had been and planted his feet in a wide stance. Creation wasn't his forte, so he had to chanel as much energy as he could from his grandmother and grandfather...or their remnants, anyway. With a clap of his hands, he brought a new Rolls Royce into existance, this one with a monster of an engine and a direct injection system from hell. He even added NOS. The car itself was a brilliant shade of dark silver and though it had no conversion ability it did possess luxurious interrior; real wood dash, made from an olive tree.

Mason stood and acted as if dusting his hands off, then turned back to face Anette. "My apology for the car," he said, half bowing. "Well, I'm outa here, before any more of those annoying birds find me again. Keep an eye out, by the way. There is a war coming, and it won't be pretty."

Unsatisfied that his point had gotten through, but not seeing what else to do, Mason began to walk away.

Anette couldn't help but giggle a little when Mason said he rather have his guts plucked out by enormous giant bird then talk to her father anymore. In actuality, Anette sometimes had to get away from Zeus as well; he could have tempers that would go off the wall and she didn't want to hear or witness it. She loved her father to death but he could have his annoying ways.

Right before Anette faced Mason again, he made her car appear but this time it was even better then it looked before. She turned around suddenly and saw Mason put his hands back at his sides while her Rolls Royce was completely brand new. She half smiled at him and didn't know what to say at the situation.

Mason then shrugged his shoulders and started to walk away after he told her to keep an eye out for the war because it was starting pretty soon. Anette didn't want him to leave just yet after he done a gracious offer for her so she catch up with him, "Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for fixing my car, it was really nice of you", she thanked him while looking up into his eyes.

"You know what, since you done that fabulous gesture, how about I take you out for lunch, if you don't mind. Just a little small thanks, that's all", she whispered to him. She was a merciful and understanding goddess as well so the least she could do was not do something in return for Mason, "Don't tell anyone about this, though. I don't want my father yelling at me, okay?", she told him as she started walking back to her car.

She hopped in and turn on the ignition seeings that the key was already in it's place. She then slowly drove up to Mason on his right side, "Get in", she said as she put her sunglasses back on.

Persephone heart pounded against her chest, leaving her with a dark feeling. Dmitri was preparing to kill the Titan, she could feel it . "Love, please.... don't do anything hasty. The relationship between us and Daniels family is already thin. Do not cut what we have left. We don't need to get involved..." Persephone could feel the man getting closer and she disliked it.

"As for you sir, I came here to have a nice quiet meal with my husband. If you could please leave that would be greatly appreciated." She crossed her arms and merely waited to see which direction the man would take. The high road, or the road leading directly to Tartarus .

Persephone didn't always believe violence was the solution, and she certainly didn't want to have anything to do with it on one of the few times she had dinner on Earth with her husband.

She could feel the tension from their table now spreading around to the other couples, their voices become louder as several couples began yelling from the lack of lighting.

Persephone glanced up from their table and she slowly shifted her gaze back to Hades."Is he really worth it love? "She became silent after that and laid her head back into the booth seat, closing her eyes and waiting for whatever was about to happen take place.

I should have just stayed home....

Adrik quickly noticed Hermaine approaching, but didn't let it mess up his song. He finished the Cat Stevens song Here comes my baby a few minutes before and he was playing Hard to Concentrate by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. He jumped off the fountain, going from three feet taller than anyone around (a good view if there was any oncoming trouble) to being an average height. "I'll play that lyre as much as I want, but I still won't have any fresh milk or real hamburgers" He said with a little laugh. A crowd started clearing out when they saw he was done after only two songs, but others still clapped after a few moments or threw money in his case. He tilted his head in wonder like a puppy. "Need my help?" he asked, Hermes, rather Hermaine now, didn't usually ask for help. "What do you need br-er. sis?" He said, he never got used to calling his little brother sister.
He unhooked his SG to the small amp and the line that formed to throw in some cash was nearly gone. He looked in the case, then at Hermaine "You're good at seeing how much money someone has on them, whats my intake?" he asked, thinking that the god of thieves could count cash quickly with ease. He put the cord he connected his guitar and amp with in his messenger bag started pouring the money from the case into the bag.
He was all ready to go anywhere, his guitar was closed in his amp, his bow and arrows were in his bag disguised as some drumsticks, and he was ready to leave, he didn't like staying in one place for too long. "Everyone needs help sometimes, as cliche as it sounds" Adrik said softly, he spoke quietly, mystically, something he attributed to being the god of prophecy. "let's go somewhere, and tell me there" he said, a small smirk on his lips.

Mason watched the goddess as she started the car and offered him a meal. "Wow," he said, smiling. "Never knew you Olympians could be so gracious. And don't worry about Zeus. I'll be lucky if he ever decides to look at me straight again. That or unlucky, whichever."

Slipping into the car, Mason sat quite contently, enjoying the roar of the engine he'd constructed himself.

Suddenly, a thought occured to him. "This has got to be the first time a Titan and an Olympian have ever sat anywhere near each other," he mused aloud. "Next thing you know a Titan will be dating an Olympian in public."

(Sorry for the shortness of the post, but an answer was required and there wasn't much to say)

Daniel shook his head as he heard Persephone speak."I agree with your wife Dmitri, there is no need for useless bloodshed."He turned towards Persephone and smiled, his white teeth and odd grin giving him an almost maniacal expression."Do you not see how violent your husband is? Yes perhaps I was a bit bold in coming here but really....I can feel the fiery anger from your lovers eyes . "

Perhaps this had given Persephone doubts, perhaps this would make her question some other things about her husband. After all she was innocent, naive, and sweet. He wondered what she would feel like if she knew everything her husband had done . How many men he had killed simply for having wandering eyes.

"I do think my time here with you both has come to an end yes? I shall just take my leave now...unless you wish to make a scene."He realized he needed some sort of shield, one that would stop Hades from actually killing him, something he knew he could do almost instantly if he wanted to.

"WAITER! Come here please...." A waiter different from the one Dmitri had spoken too clambered over to where Willow, Dmitri and Coeus were, raising an eyebrow as he wondered what the man was about to ask him
The waiter was obviously nervous that Coeus was going to scold him for somethingthat wasn't his fault. Steak that wasn't cooked right, pasta a bit underdone..

"I'm sorry sir were a bit busy and I thought I saw someone come over to assi-...""It's quite alright dear boy, think nothing of it...actually there's something else I wanted to talk about. Could you bend your head down close so I can whisper it. It's about the silverware.... It could be a tad embarassing to say in front of anyone else you know".
The waiter was clearly puzzled, but then his eyes widened as he understood what the man was probably going to talk about. The silverware had probably had some sort of food remnants and the man was angry about it.

"Of...of course sir..." The waiter titled his head down towards Coeus's lips then waited."Stupid...stupid...mortal..." Coeus grabbed the mortal head with both hands and forced him to look into his eyes directly.
Coeus let a small smile creep slowly across his face as he watched the waiters pupils begin to grow larger and his own eyes gleaming brightly as he continued to ram himself into the weaker individuals mind. Mind control was ever so easy on humans.

"Listen carefully human. If the man next to me does anything to me I want you kill for me.I want you to kill whoever you can,man, woman, or child. I want you to kill whoever tries to get through those doors, and I want you to cause a scene. Can you do that for me? " Coeus held the waiters gaze and waited until the man nodded and said quietly."I will kill them all for you."

Coeus nodded and then turned his gaze from the now zombie like human and back towards Hades."Well...what are you going to do now mighty Hades? Risk the lives of the humans in this place...or let me go?"

Anette just chuckled lightly when Mason snide about her father again, "We'll see. By the way, I'm buying so you don't have to worry about paying for your food", she replied shortly as she revved up her new diesel. The car instantly zoomed down the remote highway roaring loud as ever. When Mason commented about the gods and the Titans sitting next to each other in harmony after so many centuries of arguing and bickering, Anette couldn't help but laugh. She then slowed her laugh when Mason added that probably the next thing the gods and the Titans were going to do was start dating each other freely.

She gulped pretty hard and tried to keep a straight face, "It all depends how everyone can come to terms and agree with one another without breaking out a fight. I doubt that will ever happen too soon though....", she commented as she turned the car around another sharp rock-edged bend. "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to start making some amends now. I wouldn't mind quelling that with you, if you feel comfortable about it", she added, trying her best to negotiate some kind of peace treaty. The last thing she wanted to do was erupt another fight, urging the war between the gods and the Titans to go on. Anette was not the type who favored war so she minds well stop the viscous cycle sometime while she still could.

It didn't take them long to get back to the city in a flash and they were already casually cruising down Sunset Blvd. There was a little bistro, called "Café Beaujolais", sitting in a small corner near a major shopping mall. Anette spotted the Café and quickly got a empty parking spot, right in front of it. "Score! I got a good parking spot", she cheerfully witted as she turned off the engine. She got out of the car with Mason and they both headed inside. A young male waiter immediately came up to them and asked if they would like a seat. Anette nodded yes in reply and they began to follow the waiter, who was holding their menus, down a narrow dining-room where it was mostly crowded.

The waiter motioned them over to a secluded two-seated table and they both sat down on either sides of it, "I will be getting your glasses of water in a jiffy. Please wait for a moment, its very packed here", the waiter cheerfully explained to them as he set their menus down. He instantly walked off into another direction, disappearing in the back kitchen. Anette opened her menu and started to peruse the entrees the Café had, "I think I'll go for a Cesar salad; something light to take off the woollies before I eat dinner tonight", she said out loud not knowing if Mason heard her or not.

(OOC: This post calls back to a bunch of earlier posts. If you want to know what's going on, look at the thread.)

Gregor paused from his stroll along the streets of LA, upon recieving Typhon's call. The titan didn't mind the Father of all Monsters despite him not being one of the titans for a number of reasons - the first being that they both shared a common goal in wanting Zeus to pay for his crimes, and the second being that they had lived with each other upon the same Earth for so long, that the two had to eventually get along. Therefore, Iapetus accepted the communication, pretending to talk into his own bluetooth headset, as he resumed his purposeful pace.

"Typhon. It's been a while - I assume that you have also noticed the Olympians?" As Iapetus listened to Typhon's response, he mentally chuckled. Of course Zeus and his family had not attacked the Titans for all this time - for a long time they had believed their forbears trapped in Tartarus, and they had only left the world once they were sure it was secure. Not that it would remain that way for much longer. "They sealed you in a mountain Typhon, I doubt the Olympians had any intention of keeping their end of the bargain if you somehow managed to get out. Which is why I don't plan on dealing with them, at least not yet: the mortals are much easier to manipulate."

Both sides laughed at Typhon's response, before Iapetus continued: "But if you happen to feel like testing them, Zeus' mortal form owns an electric company located in the tallest building in the city. It's called Olympia, I think... Couldn't have picked a more obvious place to put it, he's just as insecure as his father when it comes to these things. Ah, but I'm rambling, give the family my regards."

After the chat with Typhon ended, Iapetus recalled everything that immediately concerned him. He didn't try to keep track of the personal lives of the Olympians, as unlike in the case of mortals, an assassination attempt would not work without levelling an entire city blocks. Better to think in terms of grand strategy, and perhaps see if any of the gods could be persuaded to... join the winning side:

On his own -

- The fight that Typhon had found himself in, that might attract a bit of unwanted attention from the Olympians. But then again, a gesture of force was necessary to show that we mean business. Rile the Olympians up a bit.
- Cronus was running around murdering and eating people. An unpleasant manner of death to be sure, but it was below the radar, so Iapetus saw nothing wrong with letting his youngest brother "amuse himself."
- Coeus was... being an idiot. Iapetus wanted to yell at his brother for the stupidity of confronting Hades in the middle of a restaurant and sending the whole endeavor to Tartarus, but this incident could be made useful. It would serve, it would serve...

On the Olympians -

- Apart from Zeus, who had thrown a temper about something and was causing a few thunderclouds to accumulate in the sky, and Hades and Persephone, who were about to mow Coeus down in a hail of bullet fire, nothing particularly interested Iapetus on the opposing side. Although there was one who seemed...

As Iapetus prepared to enter Los Angeles City Hall, there was just one little factor that escaped his mind. He wondered whatever happened to...

And then, the Titan sensed a few divine (but not quite immortal) lives go out near Olympia, as well as an explosion. The fact that he couldn't tell what caused the deaths confirmed his suspicions.

"Oh Prometheus, my son, where is that long lauded forethought of yours? You should know that actions speak louder than words."

But, looking back at City Hall, Iapetus smiled and corrected himself: "Or maybe not."

(OOC: I can't actually have Iapetus do this, but imagine him laughing like this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6R-x-vOuYo)

Hades – Dmitri Ruslan

Giovanni’s Italian Ristorante

Dmitri listened to Willow’s frightened pleas, and then to Coeus, sitting there and trying to incriminate him in front of his wife. He never kept what he did a secret from her, but she hadn’t ever seen him carry out any of his business. Today was her lucky day.

Is he really worth it love?

Growing weary of Willow’s pleas for him to spare the life of a Titan, Dmitri looked her directly in the eyes and sternly snapped, “Sit there, and shut your mouth!”

When his eyes flicked back to Daniel, he noticed that he had summoned a waiter, and he listened to their quiet exchange. Was the Titan a fool? He was trying to whisper a conversation within a foot of a god’s hearing. Dmitri’s eyes had shrunk and his face began to flush over in the rage that was filling him.

Well...what are you going to do now mighty Hades? Risk the lives of the humans in this place...or let me go?

The bang of a gun resounded throughout the restaurant. The head of the waiter Coeus had dominated snapped back as a ribbon of blood arched from his forehead. Guests froze, wide-eyed and tense like rabbits. Their eyes darted about, searching for the sound they knew was a gun, while others timidly ducked under tables and fell to the floor. Eyes were now on the booth where they saw a man holding a gun, and women began screaming as couples got up to flee for the doors.

“Grab him, and let’s go!”

The two henchmen snagged the Titan under the arms and hefted him from his seat as they then began dragging him to the back of the restaurant toward the kitchen. Dmitri stood from the booth and followed behind them as the men on the other side of the glass stepped through it to walk across the table and seat. They both stepped down and turned to Persephone.

“Mrs. Winters, please come with us,” they ordered. “It is no longer safe here. We’d like to escort you to the chariot.”

The waiter from before with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon stepped from the kitchen doors and then staggered back in shock to see the three frightening men come toward him. He had heard the gunshot and his eyes were wide with panic. Dmitri snagged the waiter by the collar of his shirt and snarled from between his clinched teeth, “Deliver the wine!”

The waiter wailed when he felt that he was grabbed and began howling hysterically. Dmitri brought his knuckles across the man’s face and bellowed once more, “I said deliver the fucking wine!” He released the waiter and the man sprinted down the aisle in a frantic mess.

One of the henchmen took the wine from the man as he continued his run right out the door with the other customers. As Dmitri and his henchmen entered the kitchen with Coeus, there awaited a slow and agonizing death for the Titan.

Persephone eyes widened as Dmitri snapped at her. Her heart froze when she saw her husband shoot the waiter, the blood pouring from his forehead and some had managed to land on Persephone's face and shirt.

Chaos overtook the restaurant and what once was a simple day out turned now into what would be the headline of the evenings news. She watched as several men grabbed onto the Titan and then looked at her husband, the husband who minutes ago had been staring at her with utter adoration in his eyes. His hazel eyes were ablaze with rage, his entire body stance cold and harsh.

Two of her husbands employees moved close to her and spoke urgently, practically having to yell over the screams of the couples trying to leave the restaurant."“Mrs. Winters, please come with us,”. Persephone nodded and got up to leave with them. She gave one last look to her husband and then shook her head before moving out of the restaurant with the armed men.

The chaos now filled the streets as several people who had managed to escape the building were outside screaming their heads off and warning other who had been walking by. Police sirens could be heard from a distance and Persephone shook her head, her ringlets of hair bouncing as she cried out."Where is the fucking car?!" Just as she yelled her husband driver looked around frantically and waved her down."MS. WINTERS COME QUICKLY!"

Persephone frowned and then bent down, quickly taking off her shoes and throwing them on the ground as she ran towards the car. She quickly opened the back door and jumped inside."Take me to Pegasus Manor and fucking STEP ON IT! " Never before had the drivers heard the woman use such language or have such a fiery expression on her usual angelic face. He quickly stuck the key into the ingnition and started it up, not even bothering with mirrors or his seat belt.

She didn't have time to speak or explain the situation, she just knew she needed her mother, she needed everyone.

"I think we just officially started a war...."