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;   spam me on msngrd <3 and maybe hostile on fashioned !

                  ahh , well alright . not like the thunderer will strike me down if i allow myself a moment of respite . it has been some time since i have eaten mortal food , has anything changed ?

@msngrd  (...)
            
               hm , why not take a break ! come , come . it is lunch time after all , you should eat  . 

                    a simple game of guess the truth ! am i your great great grandfather or am i some lone traveler ?
            
            * he grinned , dimples showing as he cranes his head to the side , as though he were a bird quizzically looking upon a fellow bird *
            
            pick a truth and make it last ! for the fate it holds is vast !

@msngrd  (...)    just a man trying to get back home to his son and wife 
            
                * odysseus took a slight step back to get a look at the appearance of the traveler now . sharp eyes scanning him over . *
            
              you're being quite confusing . first you claim that im your great great grandchild , and now you say you're a lone traveler ? what game are we playing here  ? 

;   just a man from epic the musical mentioned
            
                                aw , so cruel ! it seems the gods have not been kind to you . well not to worry !
            
            * hermes' appearance changes to that of what seems to be a lone traveler in a cloak , a rather mortal appearance if not for the golden eyes shining beneath his blindfold *
            
                             which is exactly why you're so lucky i am not a god ! but a lone traveler simply wishing to meet the king of ithaca !

              ... hm ... well , it is against my code of conduct and ... personality to keep humans alive through divine intervention . however , i do make sure to find some leeway to keep them strong and snappy !

@msngrd  (...)
            
                ... does it make you sad when certain humans die ? I know some gods try to keep certain ones alive as long as their fates allow them . 

                   well , i suppose reminiscence shall be my folly . every human returns to where they once were , and so i'll see you in the purest form !

         hmf ! you got me there i suppose ...
            
            * he muttered in feigned annoyance before a smile returns onto his features yet again *
            
            messenger god , god of travel and language , who else could it be ! i thought you'd get the answer from the word dashing ...

@msngrd  (...)
            
                you never mentioned anything about curls . 
            
            * a small grin cracked onto his lips as he went back to pretending to think . as much as a reward did sound nice , it was much more satisfying messing with his great great grandfather . *
            
                hmmm ,  I just don't know ! this is a really hard test . 

                wh- ... what !? excuse me ! apollo does not have curls like mine ! guess again !

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            For a moment, Hera simply watched him struggle. Most mortals begged. Others cursed the gods with their final breaths. Odysseus did neither. Even half-drowned, bleeding into the earth, and staring death directly in the face—he still found enough strength for wit.
            
            How irritatingly fascinating. Her gaze dropped briefly to his trembling hand before she finally took it. Her grip was firm—steady in a way that made it immediately clear she was the one keeping him upright now. With little effort, she pulled him to his feet.
            
            “You say that as though survival has been loyal to you” her voice remained calm as she studied the blood staining his skin, the seawater clinging to him, the sheer stubbornness keeping him conscious “it seems to abandon you in increasingly dramatic ways.”
            
            With a subtle movement of her free hand, his wounds began to close—not fully, not mercifully. Just enough to keep him standing. Enough to ensure he remained capable of answering questions. Hera’s eyes lifted back to his.
            
            “And yet…” her head tilted slightly “you still reach for it every time.”

@DivineConsort-  (...)
            
                odysseus let out something between a laugh and a cough , the sound rough as broken stone . his head lifted onlu enough to find her through the blur of blood and seawater , one eye narrowed against the sting of salt  .
            
               `` no , my lady ... ive long since learned the gods do not deal in kindness . `` his gaze lowered to the offering hand . `` but survival... `` he murmured , voice quieter now , worn thin by hunger and grief . `` survival and I are old companions . ``
            
               with a grimace , he dragged himself upright enough to reach for her , his fingers slick with blood and trembling from exhaustion . 

/ ME LAWD GIVE ME SUMN SILLY

/  on @springrowth please :3