Made myself mythical, tried to be real

[springforth]

(Wildcards welcome. Hit me up on plurk or just throw up something. We're going wibbly wobbly everything works out and everyone can visit everyone and their tethers are fine and dandy lala land. Persephone regularly visits friends and goes exploring in strange new worlds. She lives in another world and rarely visits home because Demeter likes to give her a hard time for not staying there. Morals relaxed slightly but still tempted to go on a big damn hero moment, which is probably what lead to green hands time. She's also more likely to go petal/leafy because no one here knows that that is something weird and undesirable at home. Probably got some therapy. God we hope she got some therapy. Even if it's by commute.)
Home Base

Her garden spills out around her. Vines climb in brilliant flourishes up trellises and with sharper thorns along the vast stone walls. Vegetables and herbs are only nominally contained in beds that spill over rock walls in cascades of green. Much of this vast space is dedicated to plant life, big and small, familiar and foreign, but it hides as much fauna as flora Bees build hives in the hollows of trees and fallen logs. Butterflies and beetles, crickets and spiders, not to mention the birds and beasts. As she walks briskly along paths marked in green stripes of grass, flowers blossom with every step, a pink and white trail to follow. Raising a hand up to a tree, she pulls free a pomegranate as she passes, tucking it in her basket.

Persephone looks much the same as she did that first day on the train. She is a brilliant fuchsia pink, for the most part, eternally young, with a penchant for flowers in her hair and a white dress. But ten years changes everyone, even the gods, and marks of that time remain on her. Her hands, as she shakes out a blanket and smooths it out over a rare patch of open grass, are as green as the life around her. Her ears sparkle with diamonds, simple ones for a simple day perhaps, but still matching a teardrop necklace.

Splitting open the pomegranate with a small knife, she pops a few arils in her mouth and opens her book. Ten minutes in, a sensation in the grass and life around her makes her pop her head up and peer in the direction of the main building. Well it's properly a castle. When she's feeling fancy, she calls it a palace and when she's being snarky, it's a stone pile. Either way, it's where most beings are coming from. It's certainly where void travelers are coming from.

"Sneaking up on me is not that easy, you know."


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Orchids Eleven??? IDK


Plant theft was a youthful desire, a childish folly. Now, at 30, Persephone has moved onto plant heists, with her willing or unwilling compatriots. Layers of diaphanous green material make for excellent hiding places, and as she walks quickly out of the room, it's clear that she has some sort of orchid tucked beneath her arm.

"Come on, come on." She hooks them with her free arm, smiling in a very practiced sort of way, "They're definitely going to notice and we have maybe ten minutes." She glances at her SCA, "Do you think it'll ruin this beauty if we evacuate? That's probably for emergencies, huh?"


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Guest Relations


The nature of moving between worlds means that you rarely get to ask in advance if it's a good time to come. Persephone has arrived at worlds only to find her friends gone on visits out of town or, you know, with plans of their own. She rarely takes it personally, but she does miss being able to call ahead.

In lieu of a better method, Persephone always comes armed with gifts. Baskets of favored fruits, pastries, honey and mead, bread. Always lots of bread for the Underworld, even if their world is reviving. But wherever she ends up, she holds the basket in front of her as she makes her way along familiar paths, to see familiar faces. Everyone knows that being a good guest is just as important as being a good host.

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[springforth]

[And has he explored any of the world? Prosera scolds him with another burst of bells, bright and sharp, but settles quickly enough with what sounds remarkably like a grumble in bell form.]

Probably because someone kicked you out.

[She takes a bite of bread and gestures towards him with the slice]

I started out in Olympus without much modern clothing and it's isolating, not really fitting in. Most beings have the things for both modern and mortal clothing but you only really wear mortal things here when you're about to leave for that realm. I just--I know I don't like to stand out for the wrong reasons, I figure you might want to blend in a little more while you're here? Shopping won't be too hard. And we can get something for Mort, more groceries, things like that.

I'll introduce you to the trials and tribulations of Capitalism. Sponsored by Hades. Facilitated by Persephone. Overseen by Mort and Prosera.

[controlsthedie]

[ Meanwhile Mort will try to defend Thanatos's honor to Prosera, though his reasons are clearly colored by inexperience with anything else besides their own world and the train. ]

... It's strange to think there's such a vast gap between this world and the mortal one to where that's a real issue....

[ Thanatos shakes his head, but he's clearly defeated on the matter. ]

My brother and Hermes are likely laughing at me despite the distance.

[ Because somehow they'd know. ]