"I'll show you denial.."
Ares' first ..
Koyange: *she walks out of her private office and checks with her secretary for who her next patient is*
Koyange: wh...w-who, Margret? I have...w-who...as my next patient?
Koyange: Oh good lord.
Koyange: *walks to the larger office and opens the door carefully, hoping not to startle the man within. She smiles at him and takes her seat* I am Dr. Mitchell.
Koyange: *clears her throat* and you...y-you are ... Ares?
Ares Dot Com: Spare the foreplay, I'm not here to cause conflict. Dr... *prolonging the word, having failed to pay attention to the proper addressing of the name*
Koyange: Mitchell.
Koyange: *smiles nervously* Yes well... why are you here?
Ares Dot Com: Right.. *reclines against his chair, bared arms flexing as he resettles* I've been informed by the rest of my Pantheon I'm in need of some advice, and my "issues" are rather glaring. So here I am.
Koyange: Voluntarily?
Koyange: I mean...
Koyange: don't get me wrong, but you have always seemed...rather prideful...
Ares Dot Com: My dignity is in question here, Dr., so do keep in mind that client priviledges still remain, mn? (I know, fuck off, people.)
Koyange: Oh, of course.
Ares Dot Com: *inclines his head slowly, meandering his eyes over the individual, noting the silence...*
Koyange: So. *leans back again* let's talk about what the others think of you.
Koyange: why do they think you need advice?
Ares Dot Com: I'm assuming the redundancy of saying "War is necessary" falls on deaf ears. They're all aware how essential I am, yet my value is overlooked.
Koyange: So you feel unappreciated.
Koyange: do you take this feeling out on others?
Ares Dot Com: Unrequited does not even begin to explain.. *pauses* That is something of a duty.
Koyange: What I mean, Ares, is do you take your feelings out on those you care about?
Koyange: Do you hurt them to get noticed?
Ares Dot Com: *tilts his head, glancing out the window*
Koyange: *scribbles something* Ares, you came to me
Koyange: how am I supposed to help if you don't talk to me?
Ares Dot Com: And I can just as easily flay your hide and play jump-rope with your intestines, mortal.
Koyange: *eyes go wide*
Koyange: b-but I-i-i-i... now... it's all a p-part of my j-job to ask these....
Ares Dot Com: *produces a tremor in the room as he growls..*
Koyange: *steadies herself against her chair*
Koyange: *sits up*
Koyange: Ares! you're acting out now!
Ares Dot Com: *reclines against the wall, grinning* Sure am..
Koyange: Stop it.
Koyange: I'm trying to help.
Koyange: If you don't want it, you can... you can...*swallows* just go.
Koyange: If you don't help me, i can't help you.
Ares Dot Com: Or I could molest you and tie you by your lungs to the ceiling fan.
Koyange: oh good god...*looks frightened*
Koyange: that's just... that's just... inappropriate.
Ares Dot Com: Why thank you. *winks*
Koyange: *shudders and moves on to the next question*
Koyange: Do you feel loved by anyone around you?
Koyange: Or do you feel like they're all against you? Secretly plotting?
Ares Dot Com: *toys his fingers around his wrist guard until the L word is uttered. Cringes..*
Koyange: You don't like the word Love?
Ares Dot Com: *recoils further*
Koyange: Are you afraid of Love?
Ares Dot Com: *throws a fireball across the room, just inches above the therapist's piddly head*
Koyange: *throws herself on the floor, covers her head*
Koyange: I'll...I'll just take that as a yes.
Koyange: *pulls herself back into her chair*
Ares Dot Com: *soothed by the violent reaction, he folds his ankles pristinely*
Koyange: What do you think the problem is?
Ares Dot Com: Other than the smoldering hole in your wall? *tilts his head, waving sarcastically to the man eying him bewilderingly in the room behind her*
Koyange: Do you feel you have an anger management problem?
Ares Dot Com: No. *boosts both eyebrows* Why, do you?
Koyange: just a question I have to ask. *smiles weakly*
Koyange: Do you feel you have a problem with commitment?
Ares Dot Com: *scratches the side of his neck with blunt fingernails, roaming his bronzed eyes aimlessly... * Huh?
Koyange: *thinks on how to say it*
Koyange: Do you use women, or men, once or twice, showing them every intention on being with them, and discard them?
Koyange: Do you run away when someone shows more affection than you're comfortable with?
Koyange: Do you flee when the Love word is used?
Ares Dot Com: *squints his eyes slightly, nose wrinkled, teeth exposed in an expression of discomfort* Are there no questions on swordsmanship or on one's level of fire-starting comprehension?
Koyange: *pauses, furrows brows* not in therapy, Ares...
Ares Dot Com: I'm failing to see the fun in this rapidly.
Koyange: It's not supposed to be fun.
Koyange: It's supposed to help you to discover what is separating you from the rest of society.
Ares Dot Com: Fucking Hermes. He said it would be!
Koyange: Your pantheon for instance.
Ares Dot Com: I'll choke him with those goddamn wings..
Koyange: *scribbles something down*
Ares Dot Com: I mean, really. What is that. Some sort of defiled phallic symbol?
Koyange: excuse me?
Ares Dot Com: *comes out of his snarling and glances to her again* You married?
Koyange: n-no. No I'm not.
Koyange: why do you ask?
Ares Dot Com: *swiftly careens his head, tongue caressing his upper lip* Nights most be noxiously long..
Koyange: *rubs the back of her neck* ummm... Mr. Ares, this is most inappropriate... I'm your doctor....
Ares Dot Com: Yeah, that's good. Say it just like that, no a little louder and naked, and we're in business.
Koyange: ....*tries to ignore him* Our...our session is nearly over.
Koyange: I'm going to recommend you go to anger management classes twice a week.... *scribbles something on her notepad*
Koyange: and.. and that you continue therapy three times a week.
Koyange: We've a lot to work on.
Ares Dot Com: Those sound entertaining. *packs his fist into his palm*
Koyange: Narcissism, commitment issues, *motions a hand toward him* anger issues...
Koyange: I suspect abandonment issues as well.
Ares Dot Com: *twitches..*
Koyange: I feel that we've barely scratched the surface of the anxiety you feel.
Ares Dot Com: Nothing a little bloodshed won't remedy.
Koyange: See, there, that there is something we call diversion.
Ares Dot Com: Excellent war tactic. When's the last time you slaughtered, doc?
Koyange: you divert your true feelings into your job.
Koyange: You use your work to ignore what you are really feeling.
Ares Dot Com: Feelings? Feelings? Aha..no. *sneers and shakes his head*
Koyange: I... I have... n-never s-slaughtered
Koyange: Yes feelings.
Ares Dot Com: Mn.. carnal virgin..
Koyange: You are... abusing those that you care about to hurt them before they hurt you.
Koyange: *blushes at the virgin word*
Koyange: You have these delusions of grandure that everyone is plotting against you.
Koyange: It's just not healthy.
Ares Dot Com: *lofts his left eyebrow curiously, sensing her uneasiness*
Koyange: I am sure that with time we may be able to get to the heart of all of this.
Koyange: we may even try hypnosis. I'll have to have a few more sessions with you before I can decide if that could be harmful.
Ares Dot Com: Must you ceaselessly use those pansy words.
Koyange: w-what pansy words?
Ares Dot Com: Heart, love, feelings. *shakes his hands* I feel soiled even using them myself.
Koyange: Of course you do, Ares, it's classic denial.
Koyange: You dont want to use the word "feelings" because you think if you say it, they'll surface.
Koyange: You would rather push them away then face them.
Ares Dot Com: I'll show you denial, as your co-workers clean your bowels off the windows with squeegees.
Koyange: *blinks*
Koyange: You dont' need to project your anger onto me, I'm here to help.
Koyange: I know your pain, Ares, you don't need to hide it.
Koyange: It's ok to feel things.
Ares Dot Com: Perhaps you have been inspirational.. I have the desire to undertake another battle right about now.
Koyange: well...n-no... that wasn't exactly the point of this....
Ares Dot Com: *stands, sliding his spread hand up the wall slyly*
Koyange: *watches, stunned, not knowing what to expect*
Ares Dot Com: And uh, Seth said he'd pay for my sessions, just to remind you.
Koyange: *checks her notes* Mr Ares, you have full coverage on your insurance, it says....
Koyange: There's no mention of "seth"
Koyange: *narrows her eyes a bit, thinking*
Ares Dot Com: *begins laughing rancorously at the thought of him having insurance, but stops immediately* Uh, of course..
Koyange: Does "seth" talk to you often?
Ares Dot Com: We share similar interests.
Koyange: Uh huh. and this "seth", does he encourage you to do bad things?
Ares Dot Com: He's the God of Chaos, it's only in his nature to do so. *glances out the window once more, eying someone as he picks a text off her desk*
Koyange: I see.
Koyange: Do you hear "seth" in your head sometimes?
Ares Dot Com: *hurls it out the opened pane, it colliding with the unfortunate victim's back. Snickers gleefully* Huh..?
Koyange: Do you talk to "seth" when no one else is around?
Ares Dot Com: We console each other.
Koyange: *nods, jots things in her notes*
Koyange: do you and "seth" have a special bond? One that no one else knows about?
Ares Dot Com: *forces her hand to jerk about the page unnaturally, irritatingly*
Koyange: Mr. Ares, stop.
Koyange: Do you hide "seth" from other people?
Ares Dot Com: *smiles toothfully.. Pauses briefly to think* No, he makes himself known frequently. He's sick currently, however.
Koyange: Sick? how? Depressed?
Ares Dot Com: No. Snot.
Koyange: *shakes her head* Snot? I don't understand.
Ares Dot Com: He's brimming with mucus.
Koyange: I see. So "seth" can't come out and talk to me then.
Ares Dot Com: Not today.
Ares Dot Com: He's at home with the Furies.
Koyange: *nods* The furies?
Ares Dot Com: You know.. Alecto, Tisiphone? *grins transiently* Meagara..
Koyange: I see.
Koyange: *looks at her watch*
Koyange: Our time is up, Mr Ares.
Ares Dot Com: *uncertain of protocol, he rises..*
Koyange: *stands and offers her hand* I do look forward to our next session.
Ares Dot Com: *clasps his brawny fist about her own, except does not release*
Koyange: *tries to remove her hand*
Ares Dot Com: *is unaltered. Bows his chin*
Koyange: *tilts her head, pulls at her hand and begins to panic*
Ares Dot Com: *aroused by the apprehension in her eyes, he tilts his muzzle, nipping her cheekbone*
Koyange: *screams*
Ares Dot Com: *his expression blackens, hearing the approaching security, he releases her with a shove* Women..
Koyange: *shudders*
Koyange: I think it would be best for you to find another doctor, Mr Ares
Ares Dot Com: Who do you recommend? *slamming the door shut in the faces of the guards with a flick of his finger*
Koyange: Um... *thinks* um.... the..um... Dr Richards is good... So is Dr Smith...
Ares Dot Com: I don't do men.. ..Often. *steps closer to her, hands bowed to the side* You know, you shouldn't be afraid of mayhem..
Koyange: oh my... *steps back, stumbles over her chair*
Ares Dot Com: *plunges his canines into her neck, pinning her to the wall*
Koyange: *tries to scream, cant'*
Ares Dot Com: *with her vitae trickling down his bristled muzzle, he halts and glances down at her trembling form* You know.. I think I prefer you alive. You may continue to advise me, but under no circumstances are you to inform your co-workers or any meddling Gods of our transactions. Is that nocuously clear?
Koyange: Y-yes...*tries to push him away*
Ares Dot Com: *mouths a kiss to her cheek, leaving a bloodied mark in his lips' wake. Winks and dissolves in a red splash*
Koyange: *clutches her heart and falls into a chair, crying*
...
*the excessive conversation about Seth induces the urge to visit with his companion.. His image trickles into the Chaos God's Temple, glancing down the hallway, not sensing the presence he's accustomed to - something is askew. Rotates his head to the right, where Isis' chamber used to be, eyes tonguing the hedonistic images the redecorated vicinity presents..*
Koyange: *she walks out of her private office and checks with her secretary for who her next patient is*
Koyange: wh...w-who, Margret? I have...w-who...as my next patient?
Koyange: Oh good lord.
Koyange: *walks to the larger office and opens the door carefully, hoping not to startle the man within. She smiles at him and takes her seat* I am Dr. Mitchell.
Koyange: *clears her throat* and you...y-you are ... Ares?
Ares Dot Com: Spare the foreplay, I'm not here to cause conflict. Dr... *prolonging the word, having failed to pay attention to the proper addressing of the name*
Koyange: Mitchell.
Koyange: *smiles nervously* Yes well... why are you here?
Ares Dot Com: Right.. *reclines against his chair, bared arms flexing as he resettles* I've been informed by the rest of my Pantheon I'm in need of some advice, and my "issues" are rather glaring. So here I am.
Koyange: Voluntarily?
Koyange: I mean...
Koyange: don't get me wrong, but you have always seemed...rather prideful...
Ares Dot Com: My dignity is in question here, Dr., so do keep in mind that client priviledges still remain, mn? (I know, fuck off, people.)
Koyange: Oh, of course.
Ares Dot Com: *inclines his head slowly, meandering his eyes over the individual, noting the silence...*
Koyange: So. *leans back again* let's talk about what the others think of you.
Koyange: why do they think you need advice?
Ares Dot Com: I'm assuming the redundancy of saying "War is necessary" falls on deaf ears. They're all aware how essential I am, yet my value is overlooked.
Koyange: So you feel unappreciated.
Koyange: do you take this feeling out on others?
Ares Dot Com: Unrequited does not even begin to explain.. *pauses* That is something of a duty.
Koyange: What I mean, Ares, is do you take your feelings out on those you care about?
Koyange: Do you hurt them to get noticed?
Ares Dot Com: *tilts his head, glancing out the window*
Koyange: *scribbles something* Ares, you came to me
Koyange: how am I supposed to help if you don't talk to me?
Ares Dot Com: And I can just as easily flay your hide and play jump-rope with your intestines, mortal.
Koyange: *eyes go wide*
Koyange: b-but I-i-i-i... now... it's all a p-part of my j-job to ask these....
Ares Dot Com: *produces a tremor in the room as he growls..*
Koyange: *steadies herself against her chair*
Koyange: *sits up*
Koyange: Ares! you're acting out now!
Ares Dot Com: *reclines against the wall, grinning* Sure am..
Koyange: Stop it.
Koyange: I'm trying to help.
Koyange: If you don't want it, you can... you can...*swallows* just go.
Koyange: If you don't help me, i can't help you.
Ares Dot Com: Or I could molest you and tie you by your lungs to the ceiling fan.
Koyange: oh good god...*looks frightened*
Koyange: that's just... that's just... inappropriate.
Ares Dot Com: Why thank you. *winks*
Koyange: *shudders and moves on to the next question*
Koyange: Do you feel loved by anyone around you?
Koyange: Or do you feel like they're all against you? Secretly plotting?
Ares Dot Com: *toys his fingers around his wrist guard until the L word is uttered. Cringes..*
Koyange: You don't like the word Love?
Ares Dot Com: *recoils further*
Koyange: Are you afraid of Love?
Ares Dot Com: *throws a fireball across the room, just inches above the therapist's piddly head*
Koyange: *throws herself on the floor, covers her head*
Koyange: I'll...I'll just take that as a yes.
Koyange: *pulls herself back into her chair*
Ares Dot Com: *soothed by the violent reaction, he folds his ankles pristinely*
Koyange: What do you think the problem is?
Ares Dot Com: Other than the smoldering hole in your wall? *tilts his head, waving sarcastically to the man eying him bewilderingly in the room behind her*
Koyange: Do you feel you have an anger management problem?
Ares Dot Com: No. *boosts both eyebrows* Why, do you?
Koyange: just a question I have to ask. *smiles weakly*
Koyange: Do you feel you have a problem with commitment?
Ares Dot Com: *scratches the side of his neck with blunt fingernails, roaming his bronzed eyes aimlessly... * Huh?
Koyange: *thinks on how to say it*
Koyange: Do you use women, or men, once or twice, showing them every intention on being with them, and discard them?
Koyange: Do you run away when someone shows more affection than you're comfortable with?
Koyange: Do you flee when the Love word is used?
Ares Dot Com: *squints his eyes slightly, nose wrinkled, teeth exposed in an expression of discomfort* Are there no questions on swordsmanship or on one's level of fire-starting comprehension?
Koyange: *pauses, furrows brows* not in therapy, Ares...
Ares Dot Com: I'm failing to see the fun in this rapidly.
Koyange: It's not supposed to be fun.
Koyange: It's supposed to help you to discover what is separating you from the rest of society.
Ares Dot Com: Fucking Hermes. He said it would be!
Koyange: Your pantheon for instance.
Ares Dot Com: I'll choke him with those goddamn wings..
Koyange: *scribbles something down*
Ares Dot Com: I mean, really. What is that. Some sort of defiled phallic symbol?
Koyange: excuse me?
Ares Dot Com: *comes out of his snarling and glances to her again* You married?
Koyange: n-no. No I'm not.
Koyange: why do you ask?
Ares Dot Com: *swiftly careens his head, tongue caressing his upper lip* Nights most be noxiously long..
Koyange: *rubs the back of her neck* ummm... Mr. Ares, this is most inappropriate... I'm your doctor....
Ares Dot Com: Yeah, that's good. Say it just like that, no a little louder and naked, and we're in business.
Koyange: ....*tries to ignore him* Our...our session is nearly over.
Koyange: I'm going to recommend you go to anger management classes twice a week.... *scribbles something on her notepad*
Koyange: and.. and that you continue therapy three times a week.
Koyange: We've a lot to work on.
Ares Dot Com: Those sound entertaining. *packs his fist into his palm*
Koyange: Narcissism, commitment issues, *motions a hand toward him* anger issues...
Koyange: I suspect abandonment issues as well.
Ares Dot Com: *twitches..*
Koyange: I feel that we've barely scratched the surface of the anxiety you feel.
Ares Dot Com: Nothing a little bloodshed won't remedy.
Koyange: See, there, that there is something we call diversion.
Ares Dot Com: Excellent war tactic. When's the last time you slaughtered, doc?
Koyange: you divert your true feelings into your job.
Koyange: You use your work to ignore what you are really feeling.
Ares Dot Com: Feelings? Feelings? Aha..no. *sneers and shakes his head*
Koyange: I... I have... n-never s-slaughtered
Koyange: Yes feelings.
Ares Dot Com: Mn.. carnal virgin..
Koyange: You are... abusing those that you care about to hurt them before they hurt you.
Koyange: *blushes at the virgin word*
Koyange: You have these delusions of grandure that everyone is plotting against you.
Koyange: It's just not healthy.
Ares Dot Com: *lofts his left eyebrow curiously, sensing her uneasiness*
Koyange: I am sure that with time we may be able to get to the heart of all of this.
Koyange: we may even try hypnosis. I'll have to have a few more sessions with you before I can decide if that could be harmful.
Ares Dot Com: Must you ceaselessly use those pansy words.
Koyange: w-what pansy words?
Ares Dot Com: Heart, love, feelings. *shakes his hands* I feel soiled even using them myself.
Koyange: Of course you do, Ares, it's classic denial.
Koyange: You dont want to use the word "feelings" because you think if you say it, they'll surface.
Koyange: You would rather push them away then face them.
Ares Dot Com: I'll show you denial, as your co-workers clean your bowels off the windows with squeegees.
Koyange: *blinks*
Koyange: You dont' need to project your anger onto me, I'm here to help.
Koyange: I know your pain, Ares, you don't need to hide it.
Koyange: It's ok to feel things.
Ares Dot Com: Perhaps you have been inspirational.. I have the desire to undertake another battle right about now.
Koyange: well...n-no... that wasn't exactly the point of this....
Ares Dot Com: *stands, sliding his spread hand up the wall slyly*
Koyange: *watches, stunned, not knowing what to expect*
Ares Dot Com: And uh, Seth said he'd pay for my sessions, just to remind you.
Koyange: *checks her notes* Mr Ares, you have full coverage on your insurance, it says....
Koyange: There's no mention of "seth"
Koyange: *narrows her eyes a bit, thinking*
Ares Dot Com: *begins laughing rancorously at the thought of him having insurance, but stops immediately* Uh, of course..
Koyange: Does "seth" talk to you often?
Ares Dot Com: We share similar interests.
Koyange: Uh huh. and this "seth", does he encourage you to do bad things?
Ares Dot Com: He's the God of Chaos, it's only in his nature to do so. *glances out the window once more, eying someone as he picks a text off her desk*
Koyange: I see.
Koyange: Do you hear "seth" in your head sometimes?
Ares Dot Com: *hurls it out the opened pane, it colliding with the unfortunate victim's back. Snickers gleefully* Huh..?
Koyange: Do you talk to "seth" when no one else is around?
Ares Dot Com: We console each other.
Koyange: *nods, jots things in her notes*
Koyange: do you and "seth" have a special bond? One that no one else knows about?
Ares Dot Com: *forces her hand to jerk about the page unnaturally, irritatingly*
Koyange: Mr. Ares, stop.
Koyange: Do you hide "seth" from other people?
Ares Dot Com: *smiles toothfully.. Pauses briefly to think* No, he makes himself known frequently. He's sick currently, however.
Koyange: Sick? how? Depressed?
Ares Dot Com: No. Snot.
Koyange: *shakes her head* Snot? I don't understand.
Ares Dot Com: He's brimming with mucus.
Koyange: I see. So "seth" can't come out and talk to me then.
Ares Dot Com: Not today.
Ares Dot Com: He's at home with the Furies.
Koyange: *nods* The furies?
Ares Dot Com: You know.. Alecto, Tisiphone? *grins transiently* Meagara..
Koyange: I see.
Koyange: *looks at her watch*
Koyange: Our time is up, Mr Ares.
Ares Dot Com: *uncertain of protocol, he rises..*
Koyange: *stands and offers her hand* I do look forward to our next session.
Ares Dot Com: *clasps his brawny fist about her own, except does not release*
Koyange: *tries to remove her hand*
Ares Dot Com: *is unaltered. Bows his chin*
Koyange: *tilts her head, pulls at her hand and begins to panic*
Ares Dot Com: *aroused by the apprehension in her eyes, he tilts his muzzle, nipping her cheekbone*
Koyange: *screams*
Ares Dot Com: *his expression blackens, hearing the approaching security, he releases her with a shove* Women..
Koyange: *shudders*
Koyange: I think it would be best for you to find another doctor, Mr Ares
Ares Dot Com: Who do you recommend? *slamming the door shut in the faces of the guards with a flick of his finger*
Koyange: Um... *thinks* um.... the..um... Dr Richards is good... So is Dr Smith...
Ares Dot Com: I don't do men.. ..Often. *steps closer to her, hands bowed to the side* You know, you shouldn't be afraid of mayhem..
Koyange: oh my... *steps back, stumbles over her chair*
Ares Dot Com: *plunges his canines into her neck, pinning her to the wall*
Koyange: *tries to scream, cant'*
Ares Dot Com: *with her vitae trickling down his bristled muzzle, he halts and glances down at her trembling form* You know.. I think I prefer you alive. You may continue to advise me, but under no circumstances are you to inform your co-workers or any meddling Gods of our transactions. Is that nocuously clear?
Koyange: Y-yes...*tries to push him away*
Ares Dot Com: *mouths a kiss to her cheek, leaving a bloodied mark in his lips' wake. Winks and dissolves in a red splash*
Koyange: *clutches her heart and falls into a chair, crying*
...
*the excessive conversation about Seth induces the urge to visit with his companion.. His image trickles into the Chaos God's Temple, glancing down the hallway, not sensing the presence he's accustomed to - something is askew. Rotates his head to the right, where Isis' chamber used to be, eyes tonguing the hedonistic images the redecorated vicinity presents..*