Greek Mythology Roleplay

Beau
Beau wasn't sure how Ollie could be so nonchalant about being stabbed in the gut. He wasn't even hurt and he was mentally screaming. He took a deep breath and glanced up at Ethel. "Why?" Beau's voice was back to its normal quiet. He was a bit unnerved by how loud he had spoken earlier, and honestly he'd probably have a sore throat later.

Nikkol
"He never explained who Kronos was," Nikkol grumbled to herself, though half-heartedly. He had looked a little worried, so maybe something was happening.

Auberon
"I hate it when he calls you that," Auberon muttered to Kahlen as Mason hurried off. 

Floyd
"....Partly." Floyd admitted, catching Kaylee as she flung herself at her brother, sobs racking her little body. "Don't touch her." He warned James, although not unkindly. "She's lacking in time and energy, and she'll drain you of both." Unintentionally, of course.

James
 "You need time and energy, too, Floyd! More than I do!" he snapped, considering taking Kaylee from Floyd but deciding not to, simply because he didn't know much about her situation.

Mason
 He slowed to a fast walk once he was able to see Kaylee, his footsteps intentionally soft as he approached the trio.
 "What'd you do to her?" he demanded accusingly, his gaze flitting from James to Floyd.

Floyd
"She went back to a memory and then tried to remain completely solid for a whole day, we didn't do anything." Floyd snapped, glaring up at Mason, before recognition flickered across his face. "You're the time kid, right?"

Mason
 "That would be me, yes," he murmured in response, crouching down next to Kaylee, his eyes narrowed.
 "...I didn't know she'd been exposed to so many eras. I mean, yeah, I could tell that she'd seen more than one, but... ghosts are tricky to read. If she was alive, I'd've been able to figure out all the times she'd visited as soon as I'd met her, but she isn't, so... it's a bit more difficult. Most of these- Kaylee, how many times did you try to leave the casino? Be honest."

Floyd
Floyd winced while Kaylee shuddered at the mere thought, raising her head to look up at Mason with glassy eyes. "Too many times." She croaked, trembling to a point where Floyd had to keep readjusting his grip on her.

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Mason
 "Evidently so," Mason muttered. Although his tone was slightly irritated, he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. He reached out and placed his hand on the small girl's shoulder, wincing.
 "There went about eight to twelve years off of my ridiculously long life expectancy," he stated halfheartedly, shifting so that he was in a more comfortable position.

Ethel
 "Why?" she repeated, blinking down at Beau. "I don't know. I really... I don't know. My dagger's... cursed or something, and it just kinda... messes with my head sometimes? That sounds like a complete lie, though, doesn't it?"

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Beau
He shrugged halfheartedly and ran his free hand through his hair, a gesture he repeated way too much when stressed, especially since right now his hair needed a trim and kept getting in his face. "Why do you keep it, then?" Cursed dagger or no, I could have prevented this. Walked Ollie back, something. I could have stopped Gavin's death if I hadn't been too late. I don't know what happened to Bobby, don't want to. It'd probably turn out to be my fault somehow, like it always is. Why do I let myself get close to people again?

Ethel
 She remained silent for a moment. 'Why do you keep it, then?' I don't know. Why do I keep it?
 "...I can't say that I know, to be completely honest with you."

Beau
A bitter, quiet laugh slipped before he could check himself. "Not that anybody ever listens to me, but maybe you should get rid of that thing. I personally wouldn't want to watch a third friend get stabbed." 

Ethel
 "A third friend, huh? Come to think of it... me neither. I mean, the two that I saw- lost- whatever- didn't get stabbed, but..." She glanced down at the blade's empty sheath on her belt, running her fingers across the bloodstained leather.

Beau
Beau glanced past Ethel to the entrance, catching a slight glimpse of shadowed grass, a tree, and a snippet of stars. In here he felt a tad claustrophobic and very guilty for not having gotten Gavin here in time. He returned his attention back to Ollie for a moment, checking to make sure she was at least still alive. He looked back at Ethel, getting a good look at her for the first time in the light, and blinked. "That's Bobby's jacket."

Ethel
 She smiled thinly, staring out across the room so that she didn't have to make eye contact with Beau. "Yes. Yes it is." And his home now. And an ever-painful reminder that I create all of my own problems; that I'm a fraud.

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Beau
"S-sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up." Beau winced at the initial stutter but managed to keep his voice relatively steady as he finished. She must have been close to him. 

Ethel
 "It's... it's fine," Ethel replied quietly, hating how her voice betrayed her emotions. "No biggie," she added, making sure that her voice was clearer than it had been before. It's not fine. It won't ever be.