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Hey Whoami :) I'm interested in this. Do you still have room?
"Oh Ernestine, what a pleasure. It's not everyday the lovely Goddess of Chaos pays a visit. As for your question, shouldn't that be obvious? Brontes is why I am here. As why we are all here I suppose."
The god's voice was laced with sarcasm, and the goddess' lips curled up to a wry smile. His attention swayed away from her for a moment before his gaze landed back on her, "Now, why are you here then? Surely to cause some chaos no doubt." Ernestine felt the presence of two other gods approaching, but without turning her back, she spoke, "My, don't be so cold," she giggled, her eyes never leaving his. "There is no such need for negative feelings." The goddess spoke in a gentle voice, but there was an ominous look in her eyes. Her intent gaze could send a mortal man to his knees. "Afterall, I supported you in the shadows during the pantheon wars. It pleasured me to cause misery to your enemies." she purred, her eyes full of mischief.
The goddess of chaos was always present in every war. She watched in the shadows, but never showed herself. She reveled in the screams of misery and the desperate cries for help. She loved to watch the look in the eyes of the warriors as their courage and determination turned into despair and hopelessness. The goddess brought them more misery and pain, playing with their heads and weakening their resolve.
Ernestine smiled at the memory before turning around to acknowledge the presence of the other gods who were approaching. "Now, what do we have here? What a lovely reunion." She smiled, revealing her perfect white teeth. She looked back at Amos, "God of Valor," then proceeded to look at the young man, "God of Play. And.." Her voice trailed off as her gaze slowly landed on the girl.
The goddess curiously gazed at her up and down, and a smirk slowly made it's way to her lips. "Darkness." The word rolled off her tongue as she looked at her in amusement. She gave her a knowing look, her eyes looking as if they held a secret that would never be uttered. Ernestine could feel the forces of darkness resonating in the air, reacting to the chaotic forces that surrounded her. There was an attraction. Curiosity. They were compelled to come closer.
Ernestine knew the goddess could feel that too.. if she wasn't so intoxicated. She grimaced as she caught a hint of alcohol in the air. Though she had similar drinking habits, the smell of alcohol was something she could never get used to. "Well, it's been lovely to meet you all, but play time is over," she announced as she clapped her hands nonchalantly, not giving the gods any time to respond to her. With that said, she started to walk away, leaving the three behind.
After a few steps away, Ernestine paused. Without turning around to face them, she spoke, "Amos, I would like you to give up on your pursuit of my brother," she said in a low menacing voice. "If anyone were allowed to kill him.." she paused, "That would be me." Her voice sounded dangerous, and her face held a cold bitter expression.
Ernestine could sense Amos' dislike toward her, and being told what to do would only encourage him to pursue Brontes even more. And that's exactly what she wanted. She wanted chaos. But unlike the other gods, she wasn't interested in revenge. She never cared about the heavens. On the other hand, watching the gods suffer from being locked out amused her.
Ernestine never sided with anyone but herself. She had always been that one goddess who stood by as she watched things play out, only involving herself when she sees an opportunity or when she feels like it. This time around, she wanted nothing more than to see how the gods would exact their revenge. She wanted to see Brontes' next move. He didn't just disappear for thousands of years for nothing. She knew he was up to something.
She turned around and flashed him a sweet, innocent smile -- filled with sarcasm. "Well, i'm off. Till our paths cross again." She gave one last look at the two other gods before turning back and walking away.
@Lord Zee @NarcissisticPotato @Robo27
The god's voice was laced with sarcasm, and the goddess' lips curled up to a wry smile. His attention swayed away from her for a moment before his gaze landed back on her, "Now, why are you here then? Surely to cause some chaos no doubt." Ernestine felt the presence of two other gods approaching, but without turning her back, she spoke, "My, don't be so cold," she giggled, her eyes never leaving his. "There is no such need for negative feelings." The goddess spoke in a gentle voice, but there was an ominous look in her eyes. Her intent gaze could send a mortal man to his knees. "Afterall, I supported you in the shadows during the pantheon wars. It pleasured me to cause misery to your enemies." she purred, her eyes full of mischief.
The goddess of chaos was always present in every war. She watched in the shadows, but never showed herself. She reveled in the screams of misery and the desperate cries for help. She loved to watch the look in the eyes of the warriors as their courage and determination turned into despair and hopelessness. The goddess brought them more misery and pain, playing with their heads and weakening their resolve.
Ernestine smiled at the memory before turning around to acknowledge the presence of the other gods who were approaching. "Now, what do we have here? What a lovely reunion." She smiled, revealing her perfect white teeth. She looked back at Amos, "God of Valor," then proceeded to look at the young man, "God of Play. And.." Her voice trailed off as her gaze slowly landed on the girl.
The goddess curiously gazed at her up and down, and a smirk slowly made it's way to her lips. "Darkness." The word rolled off her tongue as she looked at her in amusement. She gave her a knowing look, her eyes looking as if they held a secret that would never be uttered. Ernestine could feel the forces of darkness resonating in the air, reacting to the chaotic forces that surrounded her. There was an attraction. Curiosity. They were compelled to come closer.
Ernestine knew the goddess could feel that too.. if she wasn't so intoxicated. She grimaced as she caught a hint of alcohol in the air. Though she had similar drinking habits, the smell of alcohol was something she could never get used to. "Well, it's been lovely to meet you all, but play time is over," she announced as she clapped her hands nonchalantly, not giving the gods any time to respond to her. With that said, she started to walk away, leaving the three behind.
After a few steps away, Ernestine paused. Without turning around to face them, she spoke, "Amos, I would like you to give up on your pursuit of my brother," she said in a low menacing voice. "If anyone were allowed to kill him.." she paused, "That would be me." Her voice sounded dangerous, and her face held a cold bitter expression.
Ernestine could sense Amos' dislike toward her, and being told what to do would only encourage him to pursue Brontes even more. And that's exactly what she wanted. She wanted chaos. But unlike the other gods, she wasn't interested in revenge. She never cared about the heavens. On the other hand, watching the gods suffer from being locked out amused her.
Ernestine never sided with anyone but herself. She had always been that one goddess who stood by as she watched things play out, only involving herself when she sees an opportunity or when she feels like it. This time around, she wanted nothing more than to see how the gods would exact their revenge. She wanted to see Brontes' next move. He didn't just disappear for thousands of years for nothing. She knew he was up to something.
She turned around and flashed him a sweet, innocent smile -- filled with sarcasm. "Well, i'm off. Till our paths cross again." She gave one last look at the two other gods before turning back and walking away.
@Lord Zee @NarcissisticPotato @Robo27
@WhiteStar19 Maybe if you talk to Arc about it, you might be able to edit the scene to one you prefer? I don't know if that'll work but it's possible.
I feel really bad about Jack's house xD
Interested:) I will work on a CS.
*pops in*
I'm really frustrated because I wanna eat ice cream but it's too damn frozen and now I have to wait.
I'm really frustrated because I wanna eat ice cream but it's too damn frozen and now I have to wait.
Edited my post. I forgot to mention Amare 
Anyway, how's everyone?:)
Anyway, how's everyone?:)
Ernestine sat in silence, her elbow on the table and her chin resting on her knuckles as she looked out through the plate glass window of a coffee shop. The streets were bustling with people, mostly shoppers, and a lot of them had scarves wrapped around their necks. She picked up the stirrer and stirred her coffee, sighing at her growing boredom. Things have been dull lately, and the lack of excitement left her in low spirits.
It has been a few days since the return of Brontes, and she has not seen him or felt his presence ever since. A long exasperated sigh left her lips as she continued to stir her coffee without touching it. She stared at the steam as it went up in the air and disappeared as quickly as it came. "My, my. Goddess of Chaos sipping coffee at a fancy coffee shop. How lovely," she muttered bitterly to herself, the look of boredom growing on her face. "The world must be coming to an end," she added with a lack of enthusiasm as she picked up the cup and took a sip from her coffee in a very regal manner. She took note of the rich flavor and creamy taste, licking her lips in satisfaction. Humans were evolving. She couldn't remember the last time she had drank coffee, but it definitely didn't taste as good as this.
Instrumental music was playing in the background and the smell of freshly ground coffee was wafting through the air. Everything felt so serene and the moment she realized this, her face turned to stone - she suddenly felt very, very, horrified. "What is with this peace?!" She yelled in annoyance, banging her palms against the table. She earned unwanted looks from people around her, and she flashed them a sweet smile before rolling her eyes. She quickly got up on her feet and left the cafe, irritation crawling up in her veins.
With no destination in mind, she stormed down the road, stopping in her tracks when a sudden bright lighting caught her attention. She quickly looked up in confusion, but there was nothing. She had just imagined it, she thought, until a few more series of images flashed through her head. A sword. Wings. Light. It was no other than the god of valor himself. He has woken - and she could feel his presence nearing the city.
"Well, well," She said wryly as a mischievous smile made it's way to her lips. "I guess things will just keep getting better and better from now on," she chuckled, her mind wandering back to the return of Brontes accompanied by Amare, and now, Amos. Winter has arrived, which meant the god of winter - and possibly the god of autumn, was close by. With so many gods in one city, things will surely get interesting.. and chaotic. She beamed as she stared at the busy streets, her stomach churning in excitement. Good things were bound to happen with so many gods flocked up in one city - or should she say, terrible, terrible things.
"I guess the past days of tediousness was - as humans would call it, the calm before the storm." A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes held a glint of mischief. She inhaled deeply and continued her walk down the road, now feeling very, very, well pleased.
It has been a few days since the return of Brontes, and she has not seen him or felt his presence ever since. A long exasperated sigh left her lips as she continued to stir her coffee without touching it. She stared at the steam as it went up in the air and disappeared as quickly as it came. "My, my. Goddess of Chaos sipping coffee at a fancy coffee shop. How lovely," she muttered bitterly to herself, the look of boredom growing on her face. "The world must be coming to an end," she added with a lack of enthusiasm as she picked up the cup and took a sip from her coffee in a very regal manner. She took note of the rich flavor and creamy taste, licking her lips in satisfaction. Humans were evolving. She couldn't remember the last time she had drank coffee, but it definitely didn't taste as good as this.
Instrumental music was playing in the background and the smell of freshly ground coffee was wafting through the air. Everything felt so serene and the moment she realized this, her face turned to stone - she suddenly felt very, very, horrified. "What is with this peace?!" She yelled in annoyance, banging her palms against the table. She earned unwanted looks from people around her, and she flashed them a sweet smile before rolling her eyes. She quickly got up on her feet and left the cafe, irritation crawling up in her veins.
With no destination in mind, she stormed down the road, stopping in her tracks when a sudden bright lighting caught her attention. She quickly looked up in confusion, but there was nothing. She had just imagined it, she thought, until a few more series of images flashed through her head. A sword. Wings. Light. It was no other than the god of valor himself. He has woken - and she could feel his presence nearing the city.
"Well, well," She said wryly as a mischievous smile made it's way to her lips. "I guess things will just keep getting better and better from now on," she chuckled, her mind wandering back to the return of Brontes accompanied by Amare, and now, Amos. Winter has arrived, which meant the god of winter - and possibly the god of autumn, was close by. With so many gods in one city, things will surely get interesting.. and chaotic. She beamed as she stared at the busy streets, her stomach churning in excitement. Good things were bound to happen with so many gods flocked up in one city - or should she say, terrible, terrible things.
"I guess the past days of tediousness was - as humans would call it, the calm before the storm." A wry smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes held a glint of mischief. She inhaled deeply and continued her walk down the road, now feeling very, very, well pleased.
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