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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 5, 2013 23:02:38 GMT -5
After seeing Tori's journey through, Leon couldn't help but miss his home. Yes, no matter how messed up this place was, it was still his home. It had been the only stable one he ever had. Other than the ledge with his father before the rise of the mortals and the death of his father by Heracles's hand.
So he was on a break today for a visit. After all, his centaur friend didn't mind distance because he was...well...a centaur. He came back grinning, surveying the place where he had technically gotten kicked out. He actually had quite the nerve coming here, but it didn't matter. He wanted to get some stuff he had left behind.
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Post by Irissia Jones on Jan 6, 2013 11:00:00 GMT -5
A large husky leaped out of the shadows. Having searched for him Irissia Jones had finally found him. The daughter of Laelaps turning into her beautiful human form, something Aphrodite gave her. Artemis's scent wasn't on her though, her dog scent masking that of the goddess she now served as head Hunter. Arrows and bow equipted on her. She still looked the same she did before the journey, not having been hurt. But what could you expect from someone who can never miss a shot and is destined to catch her prey? All she has to do is have her enemy as prey, and she'll never miss. She wouldn't die because she is destined to succeed. The x-princess of Troy turned to Leon with light blue eyes, her arms crossed showing the slight hostility she had towards him for being a monster, but a smile showing their friendship. "Hello Leon, I never thought you'd come back here. But, since I started searching for you, I knew you'd be here," she told him. It wasn't that she was going to kill him. But it was impossible to hide from Irissia, she was destined to catch you, so all she had to do was take her true form as a dog and start the hunt. She'd find you eventually. |
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 6, 2013 16:15:52 GMT -5
"Leon Archer, traitor to you kind. You have nerve to set foot in here again."
The voice was soft, teasing, and chilling to the bone. The ginger teen-looking fox was hanging from the ceiling, gazing contemplatingly at the two below him. His features stretched into a cruel grin, his pearly white fangs glinting in the light of the tunnel. "By his side is the ever-faithful dog, Irissia Jones, forever fated to catch her prey. What an odd pair, you two are." Fang twisted his head unnaturally clockwise to study the two with his wide, rustic red eyes. "Do you mind company? An odd group we will make since I am the uncatchable vixen."
He let go, landing on the ground lightly, steadily. His grin was unnerving, sly. Fang approached the two with slow steps and completed a ring with the three of them facing each other. "I am Fang. It is nice to meet the famed lion who fell for a demigod."
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Post by Irissia Jones on Jan 6, 2013 17:39:11 GMT -5
Irissia's eyes narrowed as she shifted positions. Hostility clear as she studied the newcomer. He was the son of that wretched fox that got her father stuck in the heavens. The girl watched him like a hawk, ready to leap at him and tear out his throat. Then again. It would be a cycle, she can never miss, he can never get caught. It'll be like their parents. The only difference is that Irissia can give up a hunt. Though severely unwilling, she wouldn't chase a fox around for eternity.
"We'll I suppose it can be pleasing to meet you Fang," her voice icy and cold. The word can being emphasized by a drop in her voice. His name being stretched out with the natural hostility she had towards monsters. So if wasn't anything personal. She just naturally disliked human eaters, like he said, an ever loyal dog. The only subway monsters she got along with was Arcane, and Leon. Both now viewed as traitors. As for Irissia, shed always been viewed as a traitor. Fighting with the gods, protecting mortals, she wasn't like the others. And she didn't feel any shame in that.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 6, 2013 17:54:58 GMT -5
H had caught Irissia's scent before she showed up. He grinned at her, nodding a greeting, "You were looking for me? Aww, you do care! Well, I kind of left some stuff here, and I dropped by to visit!" A new voice broke their conversation, and he looked up to see a creepy mortal-looking figure staring down at them.
It was quite easy to say that Leon didn't like the newcomer who had approached them. He watched the ginger teen warily, though his voice was intoxicatingly smooth. the son of the Nemean lion shifted, eyes blazing as he mentioned Tori. "I am sorry, but I do not find it a pleasure meeting you. Do you have a problem with me?" From his teasing, that was what Leon expected, and he wasn't going to be subtle about not liking someone. He tended to be pretty blunt. Glancing at Irissia, he could tell right away that they weren't going to get along with him. She was glaring daggers at Fang as well. And besides, how did he know so much about them so randomly?
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 6, 2013 18:08:23 GMT -5
Fang eyed the two, studying them both. Judging from Irrisia's expression, she was holding a grudge from their parent's time. He didn't care, after all, though he was not on the side of the demigods, he didn't eat them. He just never liked them and their ways. He gave both a toothed grin.
At Leon's remark, he was surprised. "You are quite blatant with your words, Mr. Archer. No, I have nothing against you, why would I?" His voice was sleek as he continued, "The rest of them, however, do. I reside here just for the kicks! I love watching them struggle over such petty conflicts as this. No one can wrap their heads around the exceptions these days. But I can. Exceptions are interesting. And there are always, always exceptions." He nodded at Leon, indicating him as the exception, and reached into his pocket. "You said you left something here...what was it exactly?"
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Post by Irissia Jones on Jan 6, 2013 18:14:49 GMT -5
Irissia rolled her eyes and snorted at Leon's reply. "I do not care." An obvious lie. Her light blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "No Leon I came with news," she told him. But the news would have to await for some other time. The arrival of Fang setting Irissia into a hostile state, she was just wishing she could just tear him up right now for being son of that awful fox!
Irissia listened to the boy speak. Her eyes narrowing. She couldn't deny the fact his words were quite well chosen. He was clever. No doubt. But she didn't like it. Or she didn't like him. Period. She could explain it as normal hatred towards monsters. But she wasn't even attempting to find something positive in Fang. She didn't want to.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 6, 2013 18:27:51 GMT -5
Leon watched Fang, expecting something was between him and Irissia. He didn't care much for myths or stories, despite being quite old and finding knowledge useful. He regretted it now. It still felt like something was off about the son of the Cadmean Vixen.
"I did...It isn't any of your concern." It had happened to be a safe box he had hidden in his mattress. He kept extra money from the job he had gotten since he couldn't go around taking demigods' money and eating them. He shifted, remembering that he had kept a small charm of Tori's (if that's okay).
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 6, 2013 23:33:11 GMT -5
Fang's grin was unnerving for a reason. It was this kind of game that he loved to play. His hand slid out of his pocket...and it was revealed that he had the very box Leon had spoken of. It was quite small, and fit in his deep pocket. He tossed it up once carelessly, catching it once again. "The mattress is a very obvious place to hide something, Mr. Archer. I took it before Miss Kim searched your room. It wouldn't have been that great if she took it now, would it?"
For the way he was speaking, Leon shouldn't be too happy that he was the one who had it now either. Fang stared at him knowingly, his eyes mocking. "Ah, I should give it back. But what would I get in return?" His gaze turned on Irissia, shooting back her own distrust back at her. I have a feeling your friend is going to want to attack me soon, so why don't you convince her to stay down like the good doggie she can be?" He waved the box teasingly, plunging it back into his pocket.
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Post by Irissia Jones on Jan 9, 2013 19:03:03 GMT -5
Irissia growled "Why don't you hand over the box before you get your throat ripped out?" her blue eyes lethal. She hated being called any pet names like 'doggie' and 'pal'. They infuriated her and unfortunately, the daughter of Laelaps had little to no patience. Especially for the son of the wretched creature who her father is forced to chase.
Irissia had no clue what could potentially have so much meaning to Leon that he would come back here to retrieve. But whatever it was better be worth it because any time spent around this vixen felt like a waste of time, with each passing second escaped a chance to just end the boy and move on with her life. Her distaste for him growing.
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Post by Leon Archer on Jan 10, 2013 9:21:50 GMT -5
Was he trying to provoke them? From the looks of his words in actions, it seemed so. Something told him that this wasn't what the rumored sly fox would do. If someone was clever, they would know not to get in a fight two-on-one. Yet he was visibly taunting them, and Leon had the thinnest patience around. The thought process above had only scratched the surface of his mind before he stepped forward, fangs bared in irritation.
"Return it!" It was an order, and a simple straightforward order, at that. He was pretty much on Irissia's side in the throat-ripping idea this time around.
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Post by Fang Vixen on Jan 10, 2013 18:47:45 GMT -5
Fang watched the two for their reactions, drinking in each one. He could feel the hatred rolling off of Irissia. It was so thick that he could taste it on his skin. He loved it. Leon's frustration was just as amusing, and he enjoyed watching them squirm and try to hold back their short tempers. An internal struggle was what he lived off of. It was his entertainment.
"You know," Fang continued on with his silken voice, acting like the two before him hadn't even spoken, "I always found it so odd. Why would a monster that lost his home to the mortals- his father to a demigod- come to love a human, much less accept them? I had heard rumors about you, Steel Lion, before you turned into a simple toy for Lady Aphrodite." His ruby eyes flickered from Irissia to Leon. "You were cruel, fierce. This was your home. You were a monster in the body and mind. You despised the gods and their children for playing around with you. And here you are, still being played, yet you are suddenly too blind to see it." His laugh was venomous, but his words were more so, aimed at the chinks of the mind to seed doubt. "Love if the best form of control, after all. It can make a lion sit like a dog. It can make you hide charms in boxes like a child," he hissed, drawing out the last word slowly, sure that either Irissia or Leon would snap soon. It was what he wanted. Commotion. Chaos.
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Post by Irissia Jones on Feb 8, 2013 17:56:53 GMT -5
Irissia stiffened, watching Leon carefully and ready to pull him back. With a sudden realization she almost smiled. His words were so clear, so carefully choosen. Back tracking she was noticing a trend here. Fang wanted a fight. A fight with Leon. He started off with a casual encounter, her mistake was being hostile but she couldn't change that now, then he cut to the chase. Fang had something Leon wanted, and wouldn't be giving it back.
Sighing Irissia stepped towards Fang. "It would be in your best interest to hand over what does not belong to you. Only thieves take what doesn't belong to them, only immature kids hold the toy up in a child's grasp but refuse to hand it over. Now Fang, are you going to act immaturely and make this difficult on yourself? Or will you hand over what doesn't belong to you." Light blue eyes glistening she studied him with a brilliant blinding smile, the mixed scents of Aphrodite and Artemis probably rolling off her and entering his nose from this closeness. "Fang, I think we both would know the outcome if this were to be a fight," her eyes narrowed and arms crossed.
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Post by Leon Archer on Feb 8, 2013 21:52:32 GMT -5
He was almost losing it. Every words he said struck him like a hammer, and he was quite prepared to lunge forward in a vicious attack. Irissia stiffening beside him somehow managed to keep him hinged for just a moment longer. He wanted to rip this fox before him apart, but he knew he would never be able to catch him. He could only try his best to quell him flaring temper. Fang was an expert at pushing buttons, but Leon realized this was because everything he said was true.
With some difficulty, the son of the Nemean Lion replied with a low growl, snapping angrily, "Thank you for your obvious concern and curiosity, but it is none of your business." He allowed Irissia to take care of the rest of the speaking since he wasn't sure he could keep himself from lunging if he tried to play words with this Fang. The whole time, his eyes kept flickering to the box in his hand.
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