[ It delights him, to see someone else thrilling in the game. Identities worn as masks, ruses within ruses to haunt the minds and hearts of others, hunger untethered and straining towards information, power, clout, prestige, and all the other trappings of a vibrant life.
Set's ready by ten, dressed up in an outfit that he would never wear, but Hierax would — that Set has worn in another form, for a masked ball in another life. It's made mostly of material that mimics bent metals, artfully arranged across skin with a little half-jacket over it and low, bohemian pants boasting a replication print of the Great Wave across the bottoms. Laced sandals with a heel, and his hair braided — far longer than it usually is, trailing behind him with gold laced through it.
He grins, upon opening the door to spot Madam Poisson. While he can toy with his appearance via shapeshifting, there is something about someone ( he thinks of as ) human changing their entire appearance with raw skill, talent. Or maybe it's just a Cosmetic filter, for all he knows. He'd like to think more highly of Sampo's ability, both because it'd be safer to, and more fun. ]
Oh. I did not wear my breasts tonight, will that be appropriate for your "soiree"?
[ the THINGS that come out of his mouth sometimes ]
[Sampo blinks, a little surprised by such a blatant ask, before breaking into a little amused titter behind a gloved hand.]
No, no, that's alright. If it was lady-only, I would've let you know. [He can't help himself, reaching out to gently pat over the broad shoulders, twirl the end of the braid in his hand before letting go.] You're a handsome fella, bust or not. I didn't even know you had that option. You got me curious for the next time.
[ Set beams, drawing a hand down his throat as if to show off the jewelry-less length of it; a column of pale skin, that he hopes to draw eyes with. Despite that his usual attire means that he's normally just in a skirt ( it's not a skirt ) and jewelry, dressing himself up and leaving the heavy gold off is a bit like going fully nude for someone like him. He laughs, throaty and full, as Sampo goes hands-first for his braid. As long as he's not pulling it, they're fine. ]
Before I fail to recognize: you look beautiful tonight, Miss Poisson! [ Catching that hand to bring the meat of Sampo's thumb to his lips, a chaste and friendly little kiss nuzzled into it. ] I am at your mercy, as my guide and companion.
Well, you are a god...I shouldn't put anything past you.
[Almighty, all powerful...]
[Haha, it makes the Masked Fool of him want to make fun of that kind of thing all night long. His turquoise eyes dance over the lines that Set show off, appreciative.]
Aw. [He's acting bashful, with his free hand going to his cheek in an "oh, you!" expression.] Well, I won't lead you astray. [And with a voice that's a lighter, feminine tone, as he pulls to Set's side, settling his arm to nestle in the crook of his.] Let's go, then. Are you the kind of man who likes parties like this? Both of "you".
[ ur not the only one with a mask to wear, goofy!!!!
Anyways.
Set falls into step with his "date" for the evening, shutting his door behind him before fetching up nicely to that locked-arm gait. He's not unfamiliar with dates, though USUALLY he's the one doing the leading and pursuing, not the one submitting himself to the "mercies" of another. All the same. ]
Not really. [ WHAAAT ] I was away to battle more often than I was home, and celebrations were more for my siblings than me. Nobody likes to celebrate war when it is being waged, and when concluded, they really only celebrate victory and the peace that follows. Neither of which are my domains.
[ That would be him, as "Set". As Hierax? ] As for "me", I find them an arduous necessity. The party itself is an opportunity to network, drink, indulge, but my attentions are difficult to capture, and worse yet, to hold onto.
I suppose that makes sense... [Sampo purses his lips at that, considering. How sad. A man, no, a god of war, focused on what he's meant for. What mirth lays in that?] Well, here's a tip for you, my fine friend. You may see this as a chore of sorts, but...
[A little lean into him and a grin, bright as anything.]
Both of "you" should enjoy yourselves. It's a necessity, but you should have fun, too. What is life, if not to have your fill of it?
Also to look good on his arm and help him network and all that, as a charming young strike lady amidst the splendor of some of the social elite! Set falls into the role of dashing gentleman, even though it's Sampo who knows where they're going for the evening, reaching up to tuck a lock of air behind the others' ear. Like they're a doting and tittering pair of debutantes with nothing better to do than gossip while entwined together and be enviably pretty. :)
Weirdly, for all his high-octane frivolity and coy teasing, Set's a pretty severe god.
He does plaster on a bright smile to match Sampo, though. Miss Poisson. ]
— it does take a little bit for me to start enjoying myself. I admit, the mundane things are difficult to grow excited for, but the crazier it gets, the better!
[That IS what he's here for. The one who brings Elation to humankind - great Aha would want THEIR followers to do just the same as THEM.]
[He giggles at the hair tuck, almost nuzzling his cheek against Set's broad shoulder, but his eyes are as sharp as diamonds. Yes, maybe they SHOULD steal a car.]
[Time to wander into the party. A quick conversation at the door, and they're in the vibrant chaos of it all, glitter and gold and drunkards, oh my.]
[He offers Set a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter.]
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Set's ready by ten, dressed up in an outfit that he would never wear, but Hierax would — that Set has worn in another form, for a masked ball in another life. It's made mostly of material that mimics bent metals, artfully arranged across skin with a little half-jacket over it and low, bohemian pants boasting a replication print of the Great Wave across the bottoms. Laced sandals with a heel, and his hair braided — far longer than it usually is, trailing behind him with gold laced through it.
He grins, upon opening the door to spot Madam Poisson. While he can toy with his appearance via shapeshifting, there is something about someone ( he thinks of as ) human changing their entire appearance with raw skill, talent. Or maybe it's just a Cosmetic filter, for all he knows. He'd like to think more highly of Sampo's ability, both because it'd be safer to, and more fun. ]
Oh. I did not wear my breasts tonight, will that be appropriate for your "soiree"?
[ the THINGS that come out of his mouth sometimes ]
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[Sampo blinks, a little surprised by such a blatant ask, before breaking into a little amused titter behind a gloved hand.]
No, no, that's alright. If it was lady-only, I would've let you know. [He can't help himself, reaching out to gently pat over the broad shoulders, twirl the end of the braid in his hand before letting go.] You're a handsome fella, bust or not. I didn't even know you had that option. You got me curious for the next time.
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[ Set beams, drawing a hand down his throat as if to show off the jewelry-less length of it; a column of pale skin, that he hopes to draw eyes with. Despite that his usual attire means that he's normally just in a skirt ( it's not a skirt ) and jewelry, dressing himself up and leaving the heavy gold off is a bit like going fully nude for someone like him. He laughs, throaty and full, as Sampo goes hands-first for his braid. As long as he's not pulling it, they're fine. ]
Before I fail to recognize: you look beautiful tonight, Miss Poisson! [ Catching that hand to bring the meat of Sampo's thumb to his lips, a chaste and friendly little kiss nuzzled into it. ] I am at your mercy, as my guide and companion.
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[Almighty, all powerful...]
[Haha, it makes the Masked Fool of him want to make fun of that kind of thing all night long. His turquoise eyes dance over the lines that Set show off, appreciative.]
Aw. [He's acting bashful, with his free hand going to his cheek in an "oh, you!" expression.] Well, I won't lead you astray. [And with a voice that's a lighter, feminine tone, as he pulls to Set's side, settling his arm to nestle in the crook of his.] Let's go, then. Are you the kind of man who likes parties like this? Both of "you".
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Anyways.
Set falls into step with his "date" for the evening, shutting his door behind him before fetching up nicely to that locked-arm gait. He's not unfamiliar with dates, though USUALLY he's the one doing the leading and pursuing, not the one submitting himself to the "mercies" of another. All the same. ]
Not really. [ WHAAAT ] I was away to battle more often than I was home, and celebrations were more for my siblings than me. Nobody likes to celebrate war when it is being waged, and when concluded, they really only celebrate victory and the peace that follows. Neither of which are my domains.
[ That would be him, as "Set". As Hierax? ] As for "me", I find them an arduous necessity. The party itself is an opportunity to network, drink, indulge, but my attentions are difficult to capture, and worse yet, to hold onto.
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[WHAAAAAAT INDEED]
I suppose that makes sense... [Sampo purses his lips at that, considering. How sad. A man, no, a god of war, focused on what he's meant for. What mirth lays in that?] Well, here's a tip for you, my fine friend. You may see this as a chore of sorts, but...
[A little lean into him and a grin, bright as anything.]
Both of "you" should enjoy yourselves. It's a necessity, but you should have fun, too. What is life, if not to have your fill of it?
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[ To teach him how to enjoy his time.
Also to look good on his arm and help him network and all that, as a charming young
strikelady amidst the splendor of some of the social elite! Set falls into the role of dashing gentleman, even though it's Sampo who knows where they're going for the evening, reaching up to tuck a lock of air behind the others' ear. Like they're a doting and tittering pair of debutantes with nothing better to do than gossip while entwined together and be enviably pretty. :)Weirdly, for all his high-octane frivolity and coy teasing, Set's a pretty severe god.
He does plaster on a bright smile to match Sampo, though. Miss Poisson. ]
— it does take a little bit for me to start enjoying myself. I admit, the mundane things are difficult to grow excited for, but the crazier it gets, the better!
[ so basically they should steal a car ]
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[That IS what he's here for. The one who brings Elation to humankind - great Aha would want THEIR followers to do just the same as THEM.]
[He giggles at the hair tuck, almost nuzzling his cheek against Set's broad shoulder, but his eyes are as sharp as diamonds. Yes, maybe they SHOULD steal a car.]
[Time to wander into the party. A quick conversation at the door, and they're in the vibrant chaos of it all, glitter and gold and drunkards, oh my.]
[He offers Set a glass of champagne from a nearby waiter.]
Cheer, my fine fellow.