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Nico Di Angelo
 Posted: Oct 10 2017, 10:11 AM
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Percy Jackson

Underworld

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It had changed. When it came to aesthetic, more specifically. His father had apparently decided that giving the Underworld a more modern look would ease the souls or something like that, but all he was getting at the moment was nauseous. Of course, he also wasn't saying he wasn't completely pleased with the new look that his home showed, but seriously, a city that seemed to be abandoned to represent the land of the dead? wow, so original, dad!. It was pretty cliche, if someone asked him. Even if no one was going to ask him, anyway.

Even with the minor aesthetic change which it had suffered, it remained being his home and it was the place where he used to spend most of his free time. Of course, he always liked (like? I meant stand) to be at Camp Half-Blood, surrounded by other campers, but even after everything that had happened, everything what he had went through with his friends (had he actually called them friends?) - he still felt quite... alone. Yeah, Nico still felt like that lonely piece that simply didn't fit, like the extra piece in a puzzle. They all were... they all were there, they all fit perfectly! and then, there he was!. It was simply not right.

When he went to visit the camp and stay for longer stays (something that, on rare occasions, actually happened) it used to be to visit Will. He used to help him in the infirmary, and although generally he thought that it was a tremendously boring work (because it really was!. Who could enjoy busting medications or caring for the sick all day long?), the truth is that after a while it had become endurable. Even, dare he say, entertaining.

Aside, if providing help meant time to be with Will, then so be it! at least when he was with him, he didn''t feel so out of place. He did not feel like a stranger, like someone who wasn't wanted around. Like someone who no one wanted to see. He felt accepted. And yes, he knew that the others had... also accepted him, so to speak, but with Will... it just felt tremendously different. He supposed that it had something to do with the delicate topic of them being more than just friends, right? Nico scowled. He still did not know how to feel about - everything. But what he did knew was that if during the time it took him to adjust to that new reality, Solace stayed by his side, he eventually would end up discovering it.

Caressing the handle of his Stygian iron sword with his fingertips, his dark brown eyes surveyed his surroundings. That brand new day, new souls had arrived to the Underworld, he had sensed them - and now he was trying to find at least one of them. Many times, when someone suddenly died, they were frightened and alone, and while obviously his specialties didn't include 'comfort the dead', he could always... try to help them. As much as he could.

And after what had seemed like hours of ignoring several ghosts that approached to gossip (who knew ghosts could be so noisy?) , he could find one of those newcomers. Brown hair, brown eyes, obviously much more taller than he was... and he looked quite lost. And who better than the son of Hades himself to act as host and welcome this new soul to his new home? The man was in the middle of one of the streets of the city, and without even making a noise, the boy managed to place himself just behind of the stranger. Clearly, he had kept a little space between them - as you know, physical contact wasn't really something he enjoyed. "Hi" way to start a conversation.

tag: Gerald Lacroix <3 | notes: second Nico post, so still trying to get in character- and I really wanted to include Will because reasons? I mean yes <33.


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Gérard Lacroix
 Posted: Nov 2 2017, 07:03 AM
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Hub World

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He felt as if his entire body was on fire, a cold fire, burning a hole right through his chest.

This was his death.

There had been nothing heroic about it, it wasn’t a way to be proud of. Heck he didn’t even get the luxury of dying in his sleep, as oh no, it of course had to be her. Funny that. Two whole weeks he’d played the part of fool. Two whole weeks he’d let Talon take his wife. Two whole weeks and he got himself killed. As yes, this was on him, only he was to blame for this. Talon too of course. But this wasn’t a wife murdering her husband. Because that hadn’t been Amelie, not really right? At least not enough left of her in there to fight it. And he couldn’t kill her. How could he? She was his wife.

Playing defence was never going to last long though, he did little too late. Nothing he could say or do seemed to save her, and it was a truly scary thing. Because surely, surely if he’d done something differently…there might have been a chance? There had to be. And now, the Lacroixes were both dead. He was well, here, and she…she was…caged. The worst thing about it wasn’t the fact that he was dead, surprisingly that wasn’t something that actually bothered him. Being an agent, he knew that any mission he went on (any normal day for that matter) could easily result in his death. But no, it was the fact that she was still in there, this was still his wife. And now she was made to be a monster, Talon’s little puppet. He couldn’t bear that thought. And so the worst thing? He was completely powerless, helpless to do anything about it. What sort of man was he if he couldn’t even save the woman he loved?

Pfft! A pretty hopeless one.

The fire he was feeling continued to burn, all emotions ripping through him all at once that he hadn’t even noticed himself to be standing in some gloomy city. In fact, he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. All he could see were memories, as yes, that’s what they always said right? That your whole life flashes before your eyes when you die. So all he saw was Amelie. The ballerina, the roses, cooking together in the kitchen, the parties and just…happiness. That is, until those images were distorted into one picture. Those few moments where she’d faded away from his life forever. Her eyes watching him, only that they weren’t hers, not anymore. Talon’s eyes.

Swallowing, he drew himself up straighter. Flicking his eyes open to see where he was, eyes sparking with emotion he nearly jumped to hear a small voice behind him. A childs voice. Frowning slightly he moved so that he could face the dark haired boy and he sighed outwards heavily. “Are you…” dead too?’ He didn’t finish his sentence, as it didn’t matter did it? He’d lost. And he guessed that whatever all this was, after life, hell or anything else was…it. Death wasn’t exactly something he hadn’t thought of in the past. As someone who had took lives, it wasn’t strange to wonder where they’d gone. And now, well, here he was at last. “Can I go back?” he finally managed to speak, rubbing his face into his hands before watching the kid. Not that he didn’t know the answer to such a question. Of course, once things die, they tend to stay that way. But he couldn’t just leave Amelie alone like this, she needed him.

Nico Di Angelo
ooc - omfg I'm so in love with your version of Nico <3<3

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Nico Di Angelo
 Posted: Nov 5 2017, 08:22 AM
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Percy Jackson

Underworld

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He couldn't simply choose one of the emotions that this man was feeling, he couldn't deduce which one was stronger than the others, which of them stood out, he just couldn't. All his emotions were a whirlwind, and it was making the demigod dizzy. The only thing that he could infer with certainty is that the man had been killed... maybe it had been a passionate murder? a girlfriend or boyfriend, with which things hadn't finished with roses and rainbows? but he didn't exude that peculiar... scent. Spirits had different odours, depending on the way in which they had died, but he simply couldn't figure out which was the smell that covered this man. Of course it's not like Nico could guess how someone had been murdered or had died, or why... but some facts were obvious.

The boy waited until the stranger became aware of his presence, and before the nearly finished question that left his lips, he raised both eyebrows. The son of Hades supposed he would have asked if he was also dead. It wasn't a completely stupid question. After all, he was there, in the Underworld, home of the dead, and his skin color seemed not at all healthy. A sickly pale. "I'm not dead, but you are" subtlety has never been his strong point, but he didn't need it, because the man had already reached that conclusion by himself. Uh, weird. When people died, they hardly had time to process their death, so when they arrived in the Underworld, many of them couldn't say that they were dead. Let's say that a shock awaited them for when they found out.

Nico tilted his head to one side, to hear his next words. 'Can I go back?'. He simply shook his head, but something told him that the stranger already knew the answer. The dead tend to stay dead. There was an exception, or something like that. If the man had finished on the Elysian Fields, he would have had the opportunity to be reborn, but... even so, being reborn with a few new memories and body wouldn't have mattered, taking into account his current situation.

"What's your name?" it didn't matter who he had been, but the boy was curious. After all, the Underworld could become quite... lonely from time to time, even when he literally had a horde of ghosts chasing after him all the time. Not to mention that Will had advised him to be more sociable, and socialise with ghosts surely came into that category. "Do you remember anything?" the memories used to be confusing after death, but... that man had figured he was dead all by himself, which was rare, so hey, maybe he could even remember something.

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