Grimms’s Heroes - A Roleplay [REBOOT, PRIVATE]

"The linear construct of time does not apply to me." Madelyn said matter of factly, "but I understand I tend to have an affect on people; most of the time it's not this positive."

“It baffles me that you aren’t at least a demigod, you strike me as a child of Artemis or maybe….Aphrodite” He flushes again and turns away continueing to mutter to himself. “And what other reaction would you get” he questions turning back to her now looking more composed. “ the ability seems pretty incredible to me as well as a massive burden”

(ship)

//omg

(watch Oliver get jealous for no apparent reason lmao)

Oliver narrowed his eyes at Thanatos when he compared Madelyn to the goddess Aphrodite, though he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned against a taller, cross-shaped gravestone with a brooding frown across his pale features. Why he was unhappy to Thanatos talking to them…he didn't know. He continued to listen to the conversation, deciding that he wouldn't say anything.

"Burden is the right word," Madelyn says completely oblivious to the first half of the comment. Altho did find the choices strange more caught up on how she could be the daughter of a virgin goddess. That noticing she had been compared to the goddess of beauty.

(Madelyn being the social outcast that she is has no idea what flirting is like.)

//have I created a love triangle !!!!!

"Burden is the right word," Madelyn says completely oblivious to the first half of the comment.

(Madelyn being the social outcast that she is has no idea what flirting is like.)

“Why may I ask are you and your companions sitting in the middle of a dark graveyard at this time of night anyway, is there no better place for you to be?” He questioned. Quizzically he scanned the group of people, studying each person individually.

Oliver's frown seemed even more unhappy when Thanatos' gaze landed on him, his pale, grey eyes turning to a stormier color. Though, honestly, he just looked like an unhappy puppy as he stayed near the gravestone. It was unlike him to be sulking in a corner by himself, though when he got jealous or unhappy he could be very blunt about how he felt.

"This place has a natural defense against cross temporal divination tactics." Madelyn said looking to the rest of the group to help her change the subject. The anxiety of being continuously questioned was staring to get to her.

"This place has a natural defense against cross temporal divination tactics." Madelyn said looking to the rest of the group to help her change the subject. The anxiety of being continuously questioned was staring to get to her.

Noticing ho w uncomfortable she is he stands up. “I’m sorry for pestering you” he apologized, smiling kindly down at her, his yellow eyes strangely cat like in the dark setting. Then, turning to continue the task of reburying the corpses.

Oliver's frown seemed even more unhappy when Thanatos' gaze landed on him, his pale, grey eyes turning to a stormier color. Though, honestly, he just looked like an unhappy puppy as he stayed near the gravestone. It was unlike him to be sulking in a corner by himself, though when he got jealous or unhappy he could be very blunt about how he felt.

Noticing Oliver’s glare, Thanatos looked him up and down again inspecting every aspect of him. What had he done to upset the boy, he wondered to himself.

Oliver had turned around by then, approached by a small, greying rabbit that was padding through the graveyard hesitantly. He recognized it as Quinn and soon enough, the rabbit went behind a taller gravestone and emerged as the girl. Though before she greeted her friends she turned towards Thanatos, her wide, hazel eyes studying him curiously. "Who are you exactly?" Quinn announced, lacking the filter to keep questions to herself.

Madelyn retreats back to the group, "Did anyone know what just happened?" She whispered. Not quite how to classify that interaction. She stood there losing and tightening her grip on one of the blades.

Oliver had turned around by then, approached by a small, greying rabbit that was padding through the graveyard hesitantly. He recognized it as Quinn and soon enough, the rabbit went behind a taller gravestone and emerged as the girl. Though before she greeted her friends she turned towards Thanatos, her wide, hazel eyes studying him curiously. "Who are you exactly?" Quinn announced, lacking the filter to keep questions to herself.

“ Thanatos, child of hades, heir to the underworld yadayadayada” he answered nonchalantly, still focused on burying the corpses.

"Child of Hades," Quinn repeated thoughtfully, racking her brain for who that was again. Her memory tended to be a problem when she tried to remember people. Hades. God of the dead. Nodding to herself, she watched Thanatos for a few moments, deciding that she would speak up. "Can I…could I help you with that?"

Chelsea and Chester glanced at each other, they certainly didn’t expect such drama to happen at a graveyard.

(This was my way of saying, “oooooh drama”.)

"Child of Hades," Quinn repeated thoughtfully, racking her brain for who that was again. Her memory tended to be a problem when she tried to remember people. Hades. God of the dead. Nodding to herself, she watched Thanatos for a few moments, deciding that she would speak up. "Can I…could I help you with that?"

Glancing back he smiled at her kindly “I would really appreciate it, but only if you don’t mind getting your hands dirty” Looking at his arms you can see they are already caked in dirt and mud.

"I don't mind," Quinn nodded, her ashy curls bobbing up and down in agreement. She grabbed Oliver's arm, dragging him over towards where Thanatos was as well. "C'mon Oli, you can help us too," she added, kneeling down as the older boy chuckled softly. She never really enjoyed being around graveyard because of the graves and memories, though she was willing to help someone.

Reyna eyed the three before nudging Chelsea gently. She raised an eyebrow and nodded towards them.

Chelsea smirked while Chester looked at the rest of the group that was digging, getting dirt on their hands and arms. Chelsea joined in with Chester, the two had always been a bit of a germaphobe. Chelsea patted her dress then turned back to Reyna, she gleefully whispered, “Who do you think is gonna last?”

Reyna brushes her hair back a little and pulled her sleeves up, getting ready to join them. “We’re all fighting our fight here, fighting for the girl,” she sang lightly. One of the cards had been singing it. “I don’t know. Guess we’ll just wait and see.”

“This will be amusing to watch.” Chelsea nodded.

After finishing burying the last body Thanatos backs away brushing the dirt from his hands and forearms. “ I appreciate the help”

Madelyn made the rounds of each to the graves that had to be reburied. Placing a rock on each one and saying a prayer of safe passage for the souls. "From this shore to the next, may you find peace, may you find rest."

Madelyn made the rounds of each to the graves that had to be reburied. Placing a rock on each one and saying a prayer of safe passage for the souls. "From this shore to the next, may you find peace, may you find rest."

Thanatos watches her, a mystified gleam in his eyes and an admiring smile plastering his face. He walks up behind her, gently tapping her shoulder. “You know, for a mortal, you’re quite well versed in your death rituals” he grinned, and air of mischief in his voice. “You sure you aren’t part god?”

Madelyn's posture stiffens up as she turns around, "I'm mortal, just seen more than my fair share." She paused a moment, "Honestly, I know how to do these in part so I can honor the victims."

Quinn dusted herself off, looking at the graves a bit sadly as she bit her bottom lip. Was her mother here? Dismissing the thought, she directed her attention towards Madelyn and Thanatos and the conversation they were exchanging. Oliver was already leaning against a gravestone, grabbing a small pack of what seemed like cigars. He only uses those when he's distressed. Or is it mad? Maybe it was nervous. Quinn thought, glancing down towards them. She had seen them before, since all Oliver's father seemed to do was smoke them whenever she saw him.

Madelyn's posture stiffens up as she turns around, "I'm mortal, just seen more than my fair share." She paused a moment, "Honestly, I know how to do these in part so I can honor the victims."

Noticing her stiffening, he backed away looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, did I do something"

"I just um…" How to put this? "I'm uneasy." Madelyn begin to lie expertly, "What just happened was unusual and more than unsettling. Can you realy blame me for being jumpy?"

Chelsea flickered away from her original spot and next to Madelyn, “Hey Lynnie, can we move away from this place?”