[Rather than the door opening up into the hall, it disappears into the ceiling as Zagreus - barefoot, toga-wearing, Greek god, awkwardly grinning Zagreus - opens his cabin up for Elias.
It's a small room, made smaller by the amount of teenage boy crap that litters every inch of it, but it makes up for it by having ridiculously tall ceilings. As if people twice Zagreus' height needed to walk through it. There's another passage leading to a small training area beyond his immediate room but apart from that, this is all Zagreus' worldly possessions stuffed into a rectangular box.
[ Once again Elias has to choke down the response he feels on seeing any Warden's room. Jealousy and indignation that he is stuck in a shoe closet while others have-- this.
But his smile seems genuine as he greets his new Warden. ]
I am, yes. You must be Zagreus. It's a pleasure to meet you properly for the first time.
Not if I can help it, as a rule. It's been bred into me as a member of the British Upper Class that actual violence should be beneath me, and I haven't shaken the objection yet.
[ this is-- technically true, though he's very ready to get his hands bloody should the situation arise ]
Don't worry. I'm aware that the class I was born into can be patently ridiculous about certain things. You're clearly from a much more warlike place and time than I am.
[ he's eyeing up the weapons actually, as if very curious about them all.
which he is. he works in the kitchens and can't even get a knife out, and here are all these lovely sharp implements... ]
Well, it's not so much war exactly. I do have a cousin! Who's, uh, the god of war, technically, but where I come from, if you don't fight, well, you're hardly considered much of a person at all, are you? You can be condemned for not fighting.
[Zagreus follows Elias' gaze, and gives a grin when he sees where he's looking. There are six weapons in total; a sword, a spiked shield, a spear, two spiked boxing gloves, a bow, and inexplicably, a strange-looking gun]
[Zagreus brightens and goes to get them down from the wall, encasing the enormous gloves in his own small fists. He's dwarfed by them]
Oh, yes. These are the Twin Fists of Malphon. I expect any Titan would run screaming from them. They were a weapon of my grandmother's; as she tilled the soil, so did she reap the ruin of the great god Hyperion and slew his legacy all over the earth.
[ And there's the context. Elias has a classical education, he knows the names and can place them geographically and historically. Not that they'll be accurate, he's already met a Dracula who was very dismissive of the classic Dracula rumours.
But it's a start. ]
Punch a regular mortal with those and he'll need more than a few stitches.
Well, if you're curious to know, they're mostly imbued with Titan blood. It makes them stronger; I forged Stygius there, the sword, back together after it shattered using my own blood as a coolant. They have a mind of their own, and I mean that literally.
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Anyway. Please, stop by! I'm in room six on level four.
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Yes, we're actually neighbours; I'm in cabin eight. I'll be along shortly if that suits?
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[ and he's there shortly after. stunned to find that the door is solid stone and not just stone-looking. he makes sure he knocks quite hard. ]
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It's a small room, made smaller by the amount of teenage boy crap that litters every inch of it, but it makes up for it by having ridiculously tall ceilings. As if people twice Zagreus' height needed to walk through it. There's another passage leading to a small training area beyond his immediate room but apart from that, this is all Zagreus' worldly possessions stuffed into a rectangular box.
There seem to be a LOT of weapons]
Hello, sir! You must be Elias!
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But his smile seems genuine as he greets his new Warden. ]
I am, yes. You must be Zagreus. It's a pleasure to meet you properly for the first time.
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[He steps aside to let in Elias, bouncing a bit on his bare and flaming heels]
I'm afraid I haven't had the chance to ask the Admiral yet for cards. Maybe we can find something else in here you're interested in?
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[ his tone is a shade judgemental. ]
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Do you fight at all?
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Not if I can help it, as a rule. It's been bred into me as a member of the British Upper Class that actual violence should be beneath me, and I haven't shaken the objection yet.
[ this is-- technically true, though he's very ready to get his hands bloody should the situation arise ]
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Oh.
....Huh.
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[ he's eyeing up the weapons actually, as if very curious about them all.
which he is. he works in the kitchens and can't even get a knife out, and here are all these lovely sharp implements... ]
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[Zagreus follows Elias' gaze, and gives a grin when he sees where he's looking. There are six weapons in total; a sword, a spiked shield, a spear, two spiked boxing gloves, a bow, and inexplicably, a strange-looking gun]
Which one do you like?
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but for the time being he approaches the spiked boxing gloves. ]
I see the purpose behind them, but it does seem rather... much.
[ he doesn't sound disapproving. just curious. ]
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Oh, yes. These are the Twin Fists of Malphon. I expect any Titan would run screaming from them. They were a weapon of my grandmother's; as she tilled the soil, so did she reap the ruin of the great god Hyperion and slew his legacy all over the earth.
....Bit much?
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But it's a start. ]
Punch a regular mortal with those and he'll need more than a few stitches.
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[Zagreus hurriedly puts them back. As he does, Malphon - the sentinent weapon itself - seems to shudder]
Sorry. Hope I didn't intimidate you.
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[ He doesn't seem to share the shudder going around at the thought of using those on someone without the ability to withstand it. ]
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[ but he turns his attention from the weapon to the-- man. ]
Now, forgive me if I've been woefully educated, but I've always associated Stygian things with Hades of the Greek pantheon. But that isn't you.
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That would be my father.
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[ He indicates back towards the door. ]
That does put a few things in context.
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