Hyperion Courtyard, Friday Evening
Takes place right after this. What do you mean late? It's totally Friday still.
Callisto
Callisto didn't know how long exactly she'd been sitting in the courtyard, but the candles on the altar had started guttering out, and she could feel the beginnings of cramp in her legs.
Still, she felt in no great rush to move. Not like there was any point to it.
Except maybe getting away from that fish.
Ares
If Ares had been the kind of god to wear a wristwatch, by now he would have been checking it every five minutes. After all, reveling in the abject misery of a human being was fun, but after all while it could get a bit boring, especially when they just sat there.
Since he wasn't exactly what you would call a patient god, he eventually decided to hurry things up by knocking over the nearest metal object, which fell to the floor in a satisfyingly loud manner.
Callisto
Callisto's hand dropped to her dagger and she looked up. "Who's there?"
Ares
Ares grinned.
He went to push over something else, then paused, just because he hadn't done this old trick in a while was no reason to get sloppy. He concentrated and felt a familiar tingling as his features shifted and changed.
He frowned. Shorter, he didn't like it when they were shorter, even if it wasn't by much, and what was up with this hair?
Shrugging, he pushed over...whatever that was.
Callisto
Fingering the hilt of her sword, Callisto rose to her feet and started towards the building
Ares
Hearing soft footsteps coming up behind him, Ares debated whether he still had time to knock just one more thing over before Callisto would be able to see him.
Sure, why not?
Callisto
Deciding to forgo the sword in favour of her chakram, Callisto pulled back her fist. She came up behind whoever it was causing all this mess, yanked them around by their shoulder, and...paused mid-swing. "Angel?"
Ares
"Callisto," Ares replied. "You want to put that thing down?"
Callisto
Callisto returned the chakram to her belt. "I don't care how drunk you two are, I'm not cleaning this up."
Ares
"You two?" Ares grinned and hooked his fingers under Callisto's shoulder straps, tugging her closer towards him. "You see anyone else around here?"
Callisto
"Aww, poor little houseboy over-do things and need to sleep it off?" Callisto said, before slapping his hands away. "Stop that."
Ares
"Why should I, when it's so much fun?" Ares asked, sliding his hands down Callisto's waist and leaning in to nuzzle her neck. "And honestly? I could not care less where the houseboy is right now."
Callisto
Callisto reached down to take hold of his wrists. "Because if you don't I'll break every bone in your body," she growled. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I am in no mood to be frakked around by you."
Ares
"Pity," Ares said, twisting his hands out of Callisto's grip. Quick as a blink, Callisto found her back against the wall, wrists pinned above her head. "Because that was exactly what I had in mind."
Callisto
Caught between, well, two hard places, Callisto gasped and squirmed. "I said," she ground out, before head-butting Ares as hard as she could "Stop it!"
Ares
Ares chuckled. "I don't think so," he said, gripping her chin and tapping her nose. "You see, I take what I want, when I want it. Guess what I want right now?"
Callisto
"Well, I guess that for once in your life you'll just have to be the one who doesn't get what they want, because I'm tired of being the one who suffers so you can get it," Callisto snarled. "Now let go of me."
Ares
"Please, I think have enough experience at this that suffering is not going to be a factor.
Callisto
"Frak you."
Ares
Ares spun Callisto around, one hand palming her stomach, the other pressed against her throat. "That was the plan," he murmured in her ear, before nipping sharply at the skin just behind it.
Callisto
Callisto slammed her elbow into his solar plexus, knocking Ares off balance enough to twist free of his grip. Pushing off the wall, She flipped over and behind him. Without even thinking she drew her dagger and slammed it into the side his neck. "Well, it sucks, bigtime."
Ares
Ares started laughing and shifted back to his own form. He yanked the dagger out of his neck and leaned back against the wall. "Now, there's the Callisto I remember."
Callisto
Callisto had her sword out and her eyes on Ares. "Who are you?" she asked, even though what remained of those scattered not-memories told her the answer.
Ares
Ares cocked his head to the side. "You don't remember your old friend Ares?" he asked. "I'm crushed, really."
Callisto
"If that was your idea of friendship? I don't want anything to do with it, or you," Callisto spat.
Ares
"Oh, that?" Ares waved a dismissive hand and sprawled himself out in Angel's office chair. "That was just a test."
Callisto
"Of your pick-up technique? Because it's lousy."
Ares
"You really think I'd believe that you'd fall for that old trick? I just wanted to if there was anything left of the old Callisto, the real Callisto, in that pathetic excuse for a mortal I saw mewling in the courtyard."
Callisto
"And what would you know of the 'real Callisto'?"
Ares
Ares smirked as looked Callisto up and down. "Plenty," he replied.
"The real Callisto," he said as he twirled her dagger around in his fingers. "Would slit a throat of anyone who did her wrong, who betrayed her, in a heartbeat. No thought, no mercy, no guilt."
Callisto
"Sounds charming."
Ares
"Not quite the word I'd use," and the ones he would wouldn't help him any right now. "But she, you, rather, were really something else."
Callisto
"I'm afraid that Callisto doesn't live here anymore."
Ares
"Sure she does." Ares stood and started walking back towards Callisto. He ran a fingertip down the length of her sword, holding up her dagger with his other hand. "This is proof enough of that."
Callisto
"The way you say that I could almost believe that's a good thing."
Ares
Ares's hand trailed lazily up her arm. "I've seen you at your peak, believe me, it is," he said. "Far better than what he's trying to turn you into, at least."
Callisto
"What he's trying to turn me into?" Callisto rolled her eyes and tried unsuccessfully to shrug his hands off. "And what, pray tell, is that?"
Ares
"I've seen it thousands of times before," Ares whispered to her. "If a man just can't handle a strong woman, he will try to destroy her. Any way he can."
Callisto
"And that little display earlier was supposed to what? Build me up? Prove how very trustworthy you are?"
Ares
"Like I said, just a test," Ares backed Callisto up against the desk. "Besides, was it really all that worse or even different from anything he's done?"
Callisto
"I'm already sick of his games, what makes you think I have any desire for yours?" Maybe he wouldn't notice that she didn't answer his question.
Ares
"Because I'm not here to play games."
Callisto
"Why then? To save me from the big bad vampire?"
Ares
"You don't need 'saving'," Ares brushed his lips against her neck. "I want you."
Callisto
Callisto tried, once again to little effect, to shove Ares away from her. "And yet I find myself even less interested than when you were trying to be him."
Ares
"Who says I was talking about that?" he said, fingertips tracing a pattern over her belly.
Callisto
Callisto's raised eyebrow spoke volumes.
Ares
"You see, I'm the God of War," Ares said. "And you, well, you're a warrior. Of a breed were few enough of even when that word really meant something."
Callisto
"How flattering," Callisto hissed. "Because attack dog is so much better than whore."
Ares
"Truth be told I was thinking something a bit more equitable," Ares replied. "More like partners."
Callisto
"Please, I'm not so stupid as to believe one of your kind would consider one of my kind anything more than a momentary amusement, let alone a partner, not anymore."
Ares
"True enough, most mortals are barely even worth the effort it takes to use them," Ares said, nuzzling Callisto's cheek. "But what if your kind was my kind?"
Callisto
Callisto stared at Ares. "What are you saying?"
Ares
"What do you think I'm saying?"
Callisto
"I think you're trying to feed me the same kind of bull every other person who's ever tried to use me has."
Ares
"I'm not lying to you, not about this," Ares said, with complete sincerity. What he might have been lying to her about was left unsaid. "I just need you to give me your trust, Callisto."
Callisto
"Love to, but I'm afraid that someone decided he was free to buy a bright shiny lie and a new whore in his bed with it. Got nothing left."
Ares
"Then take it back," Ares said. "Take my hand and you can take anything."
Callisto
"I don't believe you."
Ares
Ares slid his hands down to cup Callisto's waist. "Then I guess you need a show of faith." He bent his head down to kiss her.
Callisto
Callisto gasped and grabbed hold of the edge of the table to keep her knees from buckling. Not because he was that great a kisser, but because of the wave of sensation that flooded her body, setting every singe nerve ending tingling.
Ares
"It's the power of the gods," Ares breathed in her ear. His hands slowly drifted upwards, barely making contact with Callisto's skin. "Can you imagine feeling like this every moment of every day for the rest of eternity? Because you can."
Callisto
Callisto slid a hand up Ares's chest, his skin thrummed under her fingertips. "But what's in it for you?"
Ares
It took pleasingly little effort for Ares to push Callisto down onto the desk. "I've seen you as a goddess," he said, as his lips trailed down her jawline. "You were intoxicating, the sheer untamed power. I just want to harness that power."
Callisto
"So we're back to attack dog?"
Ares
"Not attack dog, student." Ares nipped at her shoulder. "The things you were capable of on instinct alone...Just think, with someone to show you how to truly be a goddess, nothing would be beyond you."
Callisto
Callisto curled her fingers into his shoulders. "Nothing?"
Ares
"Nothing," Ares repeated. "Life, death, even time itself, all of these are a god's playthings."
His hand slipped down between her thighs. "Callisto, just say you're mine and I swear, whatever you need, anything, it's yours."
Callisto
And just like that, what had been a subtle feeling of wrongness crystallized in Callisto's gut. She opened her eyes. "No."
Ares
"What do you mean, no?"
Callisto
Callisto couldn't explain the hows and why of what happened next, she just wanted Ares away from her, and then there was an intense feeling of heat and force coming from her hands.
Ares
Ares flew across the room and hit the wall. "...ow?"
Callisto
Callisto stared at her hand. "How...?"
Ares
Ares pushed himself off the wall. "Well, if that's how you want to play it," he snarled, before flinging a ball of blue fire at Callisto.
Callisto
Callisto's eyes widened as she saw the bolt flying towards her, too fast to dodge. Right before it hit her, her vision was obscured by flames and she wasn't in Angel's office anymore.
Ares
"Cute," Ares muttered, then grinned. "But you gotta love a good chase."
Callisto
Alone in one of the hallways of the Hyperion, Callisto swayed on her feet. Whatever it was that Ares had done to her seemed to have worn off and she just felt... drained.
Ares
Ares didn't bother giving Callisto any warning when he appeared behind her, he just flung another bolt at her.
Callisto
The bolt hit Callisto square in the back and she was thrown through the air like a rag-doll. She felt something crunch as she slammed against the wall and fell to the floor.
Ares
"That was really cute, that fireball," Ares said, strolling up to where Callisto lay on the floor. He lazily kicked her in the ribs, seeming almost bored, before he crouched down next to Callisto and tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her head up to face him. "I mean, it's like you want me to put you in your place or something."
Callisto
Callisto spat and lashed out with a boot to his head. "Like you'd even know what that is?"
Ares
"Nice kick," Ares laughed and shook his head. "Might have worked if, y'know, I wasn't a god and you weren't mortal."
"God," he pointed to himself, then punched her in the stomach. "Mortal. Those are our places. Is that clear? Or do you need another example?"
Callisto
Hoping some things were the same whether god or mortal, Callisto aimed a punch at Ares's groin, when his grip on her hair loosened, she scrambled away from him.
"What can I say," she snarled, as she came to her feet, holding a hand to her ribs. "I'm a slow learner."
Ares
"Oh, I've missed your idea of foreplay," Ares said, smirking. He continued smirking as his next fireball tossed Callisto nearly the entire way down the hallway.
Callisto
In the end, the fight was short, brutal, and the outcome obvious from the start.
It wasn't that Callisto wasn't good, or that she didn't try, but the simple fact of the matter was that no matter how skilled a fighter you are, or how hard you try, when you fight a brick wall, it's not going to be the one who gets hurt.
And when that brick wall can hit back, you're pretty much screwed, as Callisto found out when she tried to stand, and had her legs give out under her instead.
Ares
"Are we done yet?" Ares asked, crouching down beside Callisto.
Callisto
Callisto spat on his boot. She wondered if she should find the fact there was more blood than spit more worrying.
Ares
Ares laughed. "Guess not."
He stoked her cheek, then took hold off her throat. "Right now, I could do anything I wanted to to you, and we both know you couldn't stop me," he said, as Callisto clawed uselessly at her hand. "I guess I should probably kill you. Olympus knows, most realities are better off without you in them."
Callisto
"Do it then."
Ares
Ares pursed his lips. "Nah."
The hand around Callisto's neck started glowing.
Callisto
Callisto's nails dug deeper into Ares's hand as her vision went white and the pain started fading. "Why?"
Ares
"Because I could," Ares said, grinning. He pointed to Callisto, then himself. "Mortal, god."
Callisto
"I swear, I'll kill you," Callisto snarled.
Ares
"I'd like to see you try," Ares said. "Oh, wait, you just did."
He stood. "I'll be around in case you ever wise up and decide to take my offer. It's been fun, Callisto."
Callisto
Callisto lunged towards Ares, but he was already gone. She collapsed back against the wall, panting and wondering if she had the strength to drag herself back to her room.
In the end she decided that it didn't matter, the hallway was comfortable enough for now.
Okay, so it was less decided and more passed out, but leave a girl some tattered shreds of dignity will you?
[OOC: No IC interaction possible. OOC comments are more than welcome.]
Callisto
Callisto didn't know how long exactly she'd been sitting in the courtyard, but the candles on the altar had started guttering out, and she could feel the beginnings of cramp in her legs.
Still, she felt in no great rush to move. Not like there was any point to it.
Except maybe getting away from that fish.
Ares
If Ares had been the kind of god to wear a wristwatch, by now he would have been checking it every five minutes. After all, reveling in the abject misery of a human being was fun, but after all while it could get a bit boring, especially when they just sat there.
Since he wasn't exactly what you would call a patient god, he eventually decided to hurry things up by knocking over the nearest metal object, which fell to the floor in a satisfyingly loud manner.
Callisto
Callisto's hand dropped to her dagger and she looked up. "Who's there?"
Ares
Ares grinned.
He went to push over something else, then paused, just because he hadn't done this old trick in a while was no reason to get sloppy. He concentrated and felt a familiar tingling as his features shifted and changed.
He frowned. Shorter, he didn't like it when they were shorter, even if it wasn't by much, and what was up with this hair?
Shrugging, he pushed over...whatever that was.
Callisto
Fingering the hilt of her sword, Callisto rose to her feet and started towards the building
Ares
Hearing soft footsteps coming up behind him, Ares debated whether he still had time to knock just one more thing over before Callisto would be able to see him.
Sure, why not?
Callisto
Deciding to forgo the sword in favour of her chakram, Callisto pulled back her fist. She came up behind whoever it was causing all this mess, yanked them around by their shoulder, and...paused mid-swing. "Angel?"
Ares
"Callisto," Ares replied. "You want to put that thing down?"
Callisto
Callisto returned the chakram to her belt. "I don't care how drunk you two are, I'm not cleaning this up."
Ares
"You two?" Ares grinned and hooked his fingers under Callisto's shoulder straps, tugging her closer towards him. "You see anyone else around here?"
Callisto
"Aww, poor little houseboy over-do things and need to sleep it off?" Callisto said, before slapping his hands away. "Stop that."
Ares
"Why should I, when it's so much fun?" Ares asked, sliding his hands down Callisto's waist and leaning in to nuzzle her neck. "And honestly? I could not care less where the houseboy is right now."
Callisto
Callisto reached down to take hold of his wrists. "Because if you don't I'll break every bone in your body," she growled. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but I am in no mood to be frakked around by you."
Ares
"Pity," Ares said, twisting his hands out of Callisto's grip. Quick as a blink, Callisto found her back against the wall, wrists pinned above her head. "Because that was exactly what I had in mind."
Callisto
Caught between, well, two hard places, Callisto gasped and squirmed. "I said," she ground out, before head-butting Ares as hard as she could "Stop it!"
Ares
Ares chuckled. "I don't think so," he said, gripping her chin and tapping her nose. "You see, I take what I want, when I want it. Guess what I want right now?"
Callisto
"Well, I guess that for once in your life you'll just have to be the one who doesn't get what they want, because I'm tired of being the one who suffers so you can get it," Callisto snarled. "Now let go of me."
Ares
"Please, I think have enough experience at this that suffering is not going to be a factor.
Callisto
"Frak you."
Ares
Ares spun Callisto around, one hand palming her stomach, the other pressed against her throat. "That was the plan," he murmured in her ear, before nipping sharply at the skin just behind it.
Callisto
Callisto slammed her elbow into his solar plexus, knocking Ares off balance enough to twist free of his grip. Pushing off the wall, She flipped over and behind him. Without even thinking she drew her dagger and slammed it into the side his neck. "Well, it sucks, bigtime."
Ares
Ares started laughing and shifted back to his own form. He yanked the dagger out of his neck and leaned back against the wall. "Now, there's the Callisto I remember."
Callisto
Callisto had her sword out and her eyes on Ares. "Who are you?" she asked, even though what remained of those scattered not-memories told her the answer.
Ares
Ares cocked his head to the side. "You don't remember your old friend Ares?" he asked. "I'm crushed, really."
Callisto
"If that was your idea of friendship? I don't want anything to do with it, or you," Callisto spat.
Ares
"Oh, that?" Ares waved a dismissive hand and sprawled himself out in Angel's office chair. "That was just a test."
Callisto
"Of your pick-up technique? Because it's lousy."
Ares
"You really think I'd believe that you'd fall for that old trick? I just wanted to if there was anything left of the old Callisto, the real Callisto, in that pathetic excuse for a mortal I saw mewling in the courtyard."
Callisto
"And what would you know of the 'real Callisto'?"
Ares
Ares smirked as looked Callisto up and down. "Plenty," he replied.
"The real Callisto," he said as he twirled her dagger around in his fingers. "Would slit a throat of anyone who did her wrong, who betrayed her, in a heartbeat. No thought, no mercy, no guilt."
Callisto
"Sounds charming."
Ares
"Not quite the word I'd use," and the ones he would wouldn't help him any right now. "But she, you, rather, were really something else."
Callisto
"I'm afraid that Callisto doesn't live here anymore."
Ares
"Sure she does." Ares stood and started walking back towards Callisto. He ran a fingertip down the length of her sword, holding up her dagger with his other hand. "This is proof enough of that."
Callisto
"The way you say that I could almost believe that's a good thing."
Ares
Ares's hand trailed lazily up her arm. "I've seen you at your peak, believe me, it is," he said. "Far better than what he's trying to turn you into, at least."
Callisto
"What he's trying to turn me into?" Callisto rolled her eyes and tried unsuccessfully to shrug his hands off. "And what, pray tell, is that?"
Ares
"I've seen it thousands of times before," Ares whispered to her. "If a man just can't handle a strong woman, he will try to destroy her. Any way he can."
Callisto
"And that little display earlier was supposed to what? Build me up? Prove how very trustworthy you are?"
Ares
"Like I said, just a test," Ares backed Callisto up against the desk. "Besides, was it really all that worse or even different from anything he's done?"
Callisto
"I'm already sick of his games, what makes you think I have any desire for yours?" Maybe he wouldn't notice that she didn't answer his question.
Ares
"Because I'm not here to play games."
Callisto
"Why then? To save me from the big bad vampire?"
Ares
"You don't need 'saving'," Ares brushed his lips against her neck. "I want you."
Callisto
Callisto tried, once again to little effect, to shove Ares away from her. "And yet I find myself even less interested than when you were trying to be him."
Ares
"Who says I was talking about that?" he said, fingertips tracing a pattern over her belly.
Callisto
Callisto's raised eyebrow spoke volumes.
Ares
"You see, I'm the God of War," Ares said. "And you, well, you're a warrior. Of a breed were few enough of even when that word really meant something."
Callisto
"How flattering," Callisto hissed. "Because attack dog is so much better than whore."
Ares
"Truth be told I was thinking something a bit more equitable," Ares replied. "More like partners."
Callisto
"Please, I'm not so stupid as to believe one of your kind would consider one of my kind anything more than a momentary amusement, let alone a partner, not anymore."
Ares
"True enough, most mortals are barely even worth the effort it takes to use them," Ares said, nuzzling Callisto's cheek. "But what if your kind was my kind?"
Callisto
Callisto stared at Ares. "What are you saying?"
Ares
"What do you think I'm saying?"
Callisto
"I think you're trying to feed me the same kind of bull every other person who's ever tried to use me has."
Ares
"I'm not lying to you, not about this," Ares said, with complete sincerity. What he might have been lying to her about was left unsaid. "I just need you to give me your trust, Callisto."
Callisto
"Love to, but I'm afraid that someone decided he was free to buy a bright shiny lie and a new whore in his bed with it. Got nothing left."
Ares
"Then take it back," Ares said. "Take my hand and you can take anything."
Callisto
"I don't believe you."
Ares
Ares slid his hands down to cup Callisto's waist. "Then I guess you need a show of faith." He bent his head down to kiss her.
Callisto
Callisto gasped and grabbed hold of the edge of the table to keep her knees from buckling. Not because he was that great a kisser, but because of the wave of sensation that flooded her body, setting every singe nerve ending tingling.
Ares
"It's the power of the gods," Ares breathed in her ear. His hands slowly drifted upwards, barely making contact with Callisto's skin. "Can you imagine feeling like this every moment of every day for the rest of eternity? Because you can."
Callisto
Callisto slid a hand up Ares's chest, his skin thrummed under her fingertips. "But what's in it for you?"
Ares
It took pleasingly little effort for Ares to push Callisto down onto the desk. "I've seen you as a goddess," he said, as his lips trailed down her jawline. "You were intoxicating, the sheer untamed power. I just want to harness that power."
Callisto
"So we're back to attack dog?"
Ares
"Not attack dog, student." Ares nipped at her shoulder. "The things you were capable of on instinct alone...Just think, with someone to show you how to truly be a goddess, nothing would be beyond you."
Callisto
Callisto curled her fingers into his shoulders. "Nothing?"
Ares
"Nothing," Ares repeated. "Life, death, even time itself, all of these are a god's playthings."
His hand slipped down between her thighs. "Callisto, just say you're mine and I swear, whatever you need, anything, it's yours."
Callisto
And just like that, what had been a subtle feeling of wrongness crystallized in Callisto's gut. She opened her eyes. "No."
Ares
"What do you mean, no?"
Callisto
Callisto couldn't explain the hows and why of what happened next, she just wanted Ares away from her, and then there was an intense feeling of heat and force coming from her hands.
Ares
Ares flew across the room and hit the wall. "...ow?"
Callisto
Callisto stared at her hand. "How...?"
Ares
Ares pushed himself off the wall. "Well, if that's how you want to play it," he snarled, before flinging a ball of blue fire at Callisto.
Callisto
Callisto's eyes widened as she saw the bolt flying towards her, too fast to dodge. Right before it hit her, her vision was obscured by flames and she wasn't in Angel's office anymore.
Ares
"Cute," Ares muttered, then grinned. "But you gotta love a good chase."
Callisto
Alone in one of the hallways of the Hyperion, Callisto swayed on her feet. Whatever it was that Ares had done to her seemed to have worn off and she just felt... drained.
Ares
Ares didn't bother giving Callisto any warning when he appeared behind her, he just flung another bolt at her.
Callisto
The bolt hit Callisto square in the back and she was thrown through the air like a rag-doll. She felt something crunch as she slammed against the wall and fell to the floor.
Ares
"That was really cute, that fireball," Ares said, strolling up to where Callisto lay on the floor. He lazily kicked her in the ribs, seeming almost bored, before he crouched down next to Callisto and tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her head up to face him. "I mean, it's like you want me to put you in your place or something."
Callisto
Callisto spat and lashed out with a boot to his head. "Like you'd even know what that is?"
Ares
"Nice kick," Ares laughed and shook his head. "Might have worked if, y'know, I wasn't a god and you weren't mortal."
"God," he pointed to himself, then punched her in the stomach. "Mortal. Those are our places. Is that clear? Or do you need another example?"
Callisto
Hoping some things were the same whether god or mortal, Callisto aimed a punch at Ares's groin, when his grip on her hair loosened, she scrambled away from him.
"What can I say," she snarled, as she came to her feet, holding a hand to her ribs. "I'm a slow learner."
Ares
"Oh, I've missed your idea of foreplay," Ares said, smirking. He continued smirking as his next fireball tossed Callisto nearly the entire way down the hallway.
Callisto
In the end, the fight was short, brutal, and the outcome obvious from the start.
It wasn't that Callisto wasn't good, or that she didn't try, but the simple fact of the matter was that no matter how skilled a fighter you are, or how hard you try, when you fight a brick wall, it's not going to be the one who gets hurt.
And when that brick wall can hit back, you're pretty much screwed, as Callisto found out when she tried to stand, and had her legs give out under her instead.
Ares
"Are we done yet?" Ares asked, crouching down beside Callisto.
Callisto
Callisto spat on his boot. She wondered if she should find the fact there was more blood than spit more worrying.
Ares
Ares laughed. "Guess not."
He stoked her cheek, then took hold off her throat. "Right now, I could do anything I wanted to to you, and we both know you couldn't stop me," he said, as Callisto clawed uselessly at her hand. "I guess I should probably kill you. Olympus knows, most realities are better off without you in them."
Callisto
"Do it then."
Ares
Ares pursed his lips. "Nah."
The hand around Callisto's neck started glowing.
Callisto
Callisto's nails dug deeper into Ares's hand as her vision went white and the pain started fading. "Why?"
Ares
"Because I could," Ares said, grinning. He pointed to Callisto, then himself. "Mortal, god."
Callisto
"I swear, I'll kill you," Callisto snarled.
Ares
"I'd like to see you try," Ares said. "Oh, wait, you just did."
He stood. "I'll be around in case you ever wise up and decide to take my offer. It's been fun, Callisto."
Callisto
Callisto lunged towards Ares, but he was already gone. She collapsed back against the wall, panting and wondering if she had the strength to drag herself back to her room.
In the end she decided that it didn't matter, the hallway was comfortable enough for now.
Okay, so it was less decided and more passed out, but leave a girl some tattered shreds of dignity will you?
[OOC: No IC interaction possible. OOC comments are more than welcome.]