Application for Mordichai Black: Julie Kenner's Aphrodite series

[shifter_mordi]

Being unexpectedly transported to an unfamiliar castle wasn't the most inconvenient thing that had ever happened to Mordi, but it was going to put a crimp in his afternoon plans

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[soggynotecards]

"Mortals?" Demyx looked a bit confused at this, and tried to figure out if this was any god he knew of. Shapeshifting didn't rule out many. Pyrokinesis... Hephaestus or Apollo, maybe? But Apollo didn't dress in black and Hephaestus never could get rid of that limp. "You're a god? Or just someone weird?"

[shifter_mordi]

Mordi was thrown for a loop, because anyone he would have expected to talk to would have known what a mortal was, that he wasn't a god, and certainly not weird by Protector standards.

Unless this man was a mortal himself, and not one of the ones employed by the Mortal Liaison Office. In which case, shit.

"Weird," he said, trying to do some damage control. "Just weird, that's all."

[soggynotecards]

"I'm just trying to figure this out, 'cause you certainly don't look like Hephaestus or Apollo and I don't know what other gods would be pyrokinetic."

[shifter_mordi]

"I'm not a god." That, at least, was true. "It was all a joke. Really."

[soggynotecards]

He shrugged. "That's a relief, I guess. I mean, I guess Apollo was a nice guy, but the gods and I never really saw eye to eye on some things."

[shifter_mordi]

"You're saying that you knew Apollo." Which would make him either crazy or old. Or both. They certainly could go hand-in-hand.

[soggynotecards]

"Not really knew, as such. I spent a lot of time in the area around Olympus Coliseum."

[shifter_mordi]

"Can't say that I've heard of it." Olympus, certainly.