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[ooh_a_shiny]

He's very noticeable in that he's not very noticeable, which is odd, because he's, you know, him. Apollo Acesius (only Acesius if a surname is asked for; it's easier than God of Music, Poetry, Medicine and Healing, Prophecy, the Divine Image of the Korous, Leader of Muses, God of the Sun, Olympian and part-time busker), looking more a modern mortal

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[lawof5]

*cheerfully* Hey sugar! Long time no see.

[ooh_a_shiny]

Apollo smiles at the sight of Ares's much more agreeable (in his opinion) sister, Eris, lady of dischord herself. "Indeed. When did you get here? Is your brother around?" Apollo has to stop himself from glancing around, much too paranoid about being in the presence of the god of war (or, as Apollo calls him, a big fat hunk of mean and nasty).

[lawof5]

Eris grinned playfully. "I've been here for ages, sugar. And yeah, Ares's around somewhere."

[ooh_a_shiny]

Apollo laughs lightly, tossing his hair back with a slight jerk of his head. "Ah, well, haven't we all," he replies, slightly teasing. The sun god groans at the mention of Ares, leaning on his guitar. "Does he know I'm here? Don't tell him. In fact, tell him I've died. Er... gone away. Or that I'm still on Delos." He lets out a somewhat petulant whine, pouting childishly. "Why are the Fates against me? Did I do something to them in the last millenia? I can't remember, my head for all these grudges is shot to Hades

[lawof5]

Eris laughed and hugged him tightly. "Oh, don't worry about him, sugar. I can guarantee you he's probably out chasing some knight named Glatna just because he can."

"Oh, me, I've been just fine." Her smile faded just slightly. "I'm keeping my hand in, and all that. The crazier the better."

[ooh_a_shiny]

Apollo smiles at the hug, rather unable to return it due to the clunky mortal instrument in his arms. "Glatna? Are you making this up, or do you speak truth?" He snorts slightly at the name. "And I'm not worried," he adds belatedly, remembering he has an image to uphold. "I'm just allergic to jerk, and he happens to be a gaping pit of it, no offense, m'love."

"Well, that sounds lovely," Apollo replies. "Nothing like a bit of chaos to keep things interesting. And of course, you would know." As did the rest of them. Everyone remembers the Trojan War-- it was a rather large thing to forget, really.

[lawof5]

"Glatna? Galahad, what's the difference, right?" She winked. "And none taken, sugar. Being a jerk's what our dear brother is good at. Well, that and waving pointy things around."

[ooh_a_shiny]

Apollo, unwise in the ways of DF canon, smiles somewhat bemusedly and folds his arms over his chest as best he can with an oddly shaped metal (plastic? he's not sure what it's made of, but its heavy) thing on his lap. "Speaking of waving pointy things about... alright, I take it back, I've got nothing to segway into. I've already asked you how you're doing," Apollo says lamely, thinking aloud, "and your montstrous brother is accounted for. Help me, Eris, I cannot make conversation."

Apollo's thoughtful face (which looked more like a kicked puppy, at the moment) gives way into a somewhat delighted grin. "--oh! What is there to do around here, dearest cousin m'love?" Obviously proud of himself, Apollo leans back slightly, smiling almost inanely.