© OOΙ. victorian era pyschopaths

[callisto]

[moments ago she had been experiencing the pure thrill of opening a portal to release the Sovereign, to bring back into their world the one thing she really wanted right now... an advantage over the other Gods; Hind's Blood

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[ares]

[Oh hey, this should be fun. Have a half-naked Ares appearing wherever she is]

You know, it worked out a little differently in my head when I pictured you screaming my name like that.

[callisto]

[turns around, the look on her face is somewhere between 'I'll melt your face into an ooze of lava' to 'I'll ensure that all of your favorite appendages forget where they're located']

Do you think this [gestures to the dress and the room] is going to fool me, Ares? [she's not even going to COMMENT on your lack of clothing...]

[ares]

[Yes, well one HIND'S BLOOD PENDANT hanging from his neck might grab her attention]

It's not something I would have picked out, no. Not that you don't fill it out nicely, but I much prefer the leather look on you.

[callisto]

[well, she's not going to comment, but she is very aware of THAT]

Shut up. What did you do? [because clearly, this is his fault, and she's going to shove him out of the way as she moves around the room trying to find something large and pointy to skewer him with]

[amplificate]

...I know I'm not Ares but, uh, you could filter the yelling? It's ... loud.

[callisto]

[unfamiliar voice, making inane requests, from a mysterious location? Not exactly smart, here - have a fireball sent right toward the source of the sound, she's not even going to notice that she's set the journal ablaze]

[amplificate]

[there's a scream as Caroline jumps away from the journal] Oh my God, it's on fire! [frantically, she scans her room] Do journals catch fire here, too?! [yeah, she doesn't make the fireball connection, she's just going to wish for a bucket of water and attempt to douse the flames]

[forgedinbattle]

[Not good. She'd know that crazy scream anywhere. Looks like it's time to send out a warning to the castle. In the meantime...debate. To say something or stay silent?

On one hand, this is somewhat like poking a hornet's nest. On the other hand, she might as well confront the problem directly-it's not like she can avoid it anyway.]

Why am I not surprised you ended up here?

[callisto]

[we'll... assume Ares has at least convinced her that the journal is where the voices are coming with... after she torched it, but now she'll pick the book up, tipping her head slightly]

Xena? [the laugh starts to slowly build] Oh... oh, this... this is perfect.

I'm trapped.

Trapped here... with you?

[forgedinbattle]

[Well, at least someone's happy about this situation. :| ]

Looks like it.

[callisto]

[she'll pause her laughter, just for a moment]

Oh, Xena, aren't you just thrilled.

[painhumbles]

Oh hey! Looks like another one for the poker gang. C'mon, doll. Which one are you? I'm a little rusty on telling one bellow from another.

[callisto]

[glances down at the book, the unfamiliar voice]

I'm Callisto. [yeah, that's all you're gonna get for now, she's still trying to get used to all of this]

[painhumbles]

I'm guessing this is... Before the whole bear thing.

[callisto]

[dismissive sound]

I don't know what you're talking about.

[chaosphiliac]

[ have a chaos goddess that you don't recognize appearing in a furl of smoke before her, sitting on her bed, misting ]

So you must be Callisto.

[callisto]

[she's in the middle of HACKING this damn dress to shreds with a sword, but she'll stop mid-ripping of the material to glance in that direction]

I'm sorry, do we know each other? [said in a tone that really means she doesn't even care if she does know you]

[chaosphiliac]

No, but I've heard a lot about you, and I must say, I do enjoy this version of you than the one from my world.

[ humming and smiling brightly ]

[callisto]

[your smile is sickening... don't be happy in her presence, it's not nice to brag, but she goes back to ripping that material until she's left with a very tattered but much shorter skirt]

You shouldn't rely on rumors and legends.